“No, Dominus.”
“I’ll let it go this once. But do something like that again, my Pero, and you will not like the consequences. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Dominus.”
“Good, now get on the bed on all fours.”
Quintus didn't try to play cute and did what he was told. He was a bit disappointed in himself, because he let his eagerness to get the better of him. Tears pooled in his eyes, and Quintus blinked, trying to hold them back. Quintus bit his bottom lip to stop himself from crying when Scott kissed him on the nape of his neck.
“It’s okay,” Scott whispered in his ear. “I’m not angry. You will make mistakes. And so will I.”
Quintus heard Scott's words, but he was still a bit disappointed in himself. It was their first official day, and he was starting things out wrong. Scott's lips trailed from his shoulder blades again, calming his worries. His fingers trailed down his back, squeezing a finger between his Quintus's ass cheeks to rub against his wet hole.
“I love that your body is always ready for me,” Scott said against his skin.
Quintus gasped when Scott pushed his finger inside of his hole. He automatically pushed back, wanting to take more of the vampire’s finger. He felt his body relax under Scott’s gentle touch. His dominant fingered him for a bit, making his body feel flushed with heat and his cock grow harder.
Scott removed his finger, and Quintus hated how empty he felt not having his dominant inside of him. Quintus whimpered at being teased and left wanting. Before he could complain more, he felt something being inserted inside of him that didn’t feel like Scott’s finger or his cock.
A butt plug.
Scott kissed him on his shoulder once more and stepped back.
“You are allowed to stand up now,” Scott told him.
Quintus went to move and stopped short. Oh, my fucking gods, Quintus mentally cursed. When he moved the plug rubbed against his prostate.
How long am I going to wear this?
Scott chuckled behind him, and Quintus wanted to growl and moan at the same time. Taking a deep breath, he stood slowly and faced his master. Quintus remembered what Scott had told him the night before when they’d been standing in front of each other.
That their gaze shouldn't meet, he should look at his chest when they were standing in front of each other.
During a scene he wasn't allowed to look in Scott's face, unless directed by the man. There were so many things he had to remember at all times, and it made him more determined to be Scott's perfect submissive.
"Starting today and for the next two weeks, the playroom will extend to every room in this apartment. You will eat on my say so, sit at my feet, or crawl on all fours. You will do as I instruct." He reached down and grasped Quintus's cock in his hand, jerking it a few times. "You will be at my beck and call. But most importantly, you're not allowed to touch yourself or allowed to come without my permission. I on the other hand, will do anything I please to this delectable body of yours. It will be my playground.”
He kissed Quintus hard, pulling a soulful moan from him. "I'm going to fuck you in every part of this house and then cum and watch as my seed runs down your legs. I will leave my scent and marks all over your body. I want you craving me as if I was your last breath.”
Quintus wasn’t sure how he was standing with how weak he was feeling at hearing Scott’s words. He was expecting another kiss and was disappointed when Scott stepped back.
"If you have questions, you are allowed to ask them. And as always, use your safe word if you need to." Scott reached up and cupped his cheeks, raising his head. "I know you can do this, Pero. Do you have questions?”
“Yes, Dominus.”
“What is it?”
“How long do I have to wear the butt plug?”
“Only a couple of hours. Come on, let’s go eat.”
They walked out of the room and went into the kitchen, or rather Scott did. Quintus was moving a lot slower because of the butt plug that continuously brushing against his prostate. His raging hard-on didn't help him at all. Once they got to the kitchen, Scott went to the table. Quintus wondered where he was to sit, until he saw the plush cushion sitting on the floor by the table and chair.
“Crawl over to me, kitty,” Scott said patting the cushion on the floor.
He followed his dominant's instructions, sitting on the soft cushion. A second later, he was blindfolded. Quintus waited to find out what was going to happen next. The stretch of silence was broken when he heard silverware scraping against the plate. His stomach growled loudly, and Scott snickered.
“Did you think I forgot about you, my Pero?”
