Scott grasped a handful of his hair and pulled his head back so they could look at each other.
“You already have,” Scott answered. “Tonight, was just for you. Tomorrow and maybe for the next two weeks, the only one who will be able to cum is me.”
The toothy grin he got from his mate both scared and excited him for what was to come.
Chapter Sixteen
Quintus needed to cum but couldn’t, not until Scott permitted him to.
It was a couple of nights before they would return to their normal lives of work and trying to build a relationship that consisted of domination and submission.
Quintus was kneeling over the spanking bench, with his arms and legs tied to the leather pads for his comfort. His legs were spread wide, and the vibrating butt plug in his ass was driving him crazy. It was the first time in the two weeks since they’d started his training, that Scott had used any of the large equipment in his playroom.
Thinking back over the past couple of weeks, Quintus wondered how he’d gone through life not realizing he had a kinky side. He’d been learning the basics of what it meant to be Scott’s submissive. During the past two weeks, Quintus had learned a lot of things about his mate and dominant. One, was that Scott was not as ignorant to technology as Quintus had initially thought, since he had a laptop but rarely used it. He’d also found it strange that Scott was up and out of bed before him.
“I find it odd that you’re up so early,” Quintus said when he walked into the kitchen. Scott was standing by the stove, making breakfast.
“I’ve been known to be spontaneous every once in a while.” Scott looked over his shoulder and smiled in his direction. “But don’t get used to it.”
“I’ll try not to.” He moaned when the scent of honey brown bacon tickled his nose. “I find it sexy when a man knows his way around the kitchen,” Quintus said.
Scott chuckled. “Really?”
“Yes.” Quintus smiled.
“According to my sire, my pots still have the ‘just bought shine’ to them.”
“I take it he’s the one who taught you how to cook?”
“Yup,” Scott said, then walked away from the stove with a covered dish in his hand and set it down in the middle of the table.
Quintus brows creased together when he realized that all but one of the chairs in the kitchen were missing.
“Did we get robbed?”
Scott chuckled, but he must have noticed the perplexed expression on Quintus’s face. “No, I put the chairs away for a specific reason.” He took the few short steps over to him and pulled him into his arms. “Good morning, how are you feeling?”
Scott's hands slid down to Quintus's ass, gently rubbing it. He was surprised to know he was a bit sore. He figured as a shifter it would have been healed already, but he wasn't as of yet.
“Good morning to you, too,” he said, circling his arms around Scott’s neck. “And I’m kind of sore, but I’m fine otherwise.”
“Good,” Scott whispered and then kissed him.
“What do you have in mind for us today?” Quintus asked when their lips separated.
"Something that will keep you frustrated and me happy," Scott told him. Scott stepped back and then led him out of the kitchen and down the hallway, stopping at the entrance of the playroom. "Strip and go inside. Sit the way I taught you, and wait for me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Quintus walked into the playroom and did as he was instructed. He sat on his legs in the center of the room, with his head bowed. He folded his arms in the center of his back. He waited for Scott, and with each second his anticipation grew.
Quintus closed his mind off and decided to put his trust in Scott, knowing that his dominant wouldn't let him wait too long. Not more than a minute later, he heard the door to the room open and Scott entered.
"I know you're hungry, my Pero. I promise you will be fed." He ran his fingers through Quintus's hair before walking away. "Crawl to me," Scott said from the other side of the room.
Slowly, Quintus went to his knees and crawled to Scott, who was standing by the bed. He buried his face in Scott's crotch. Instantly, his head was pulled back and he was confronted with a displeased master.
“Did I tell you to do that?” Scott growled.
