“No, my Dominant.”
“Open your mouth,” Scott instructed.
Quintus did as he was told and was caught off guard when he felt Scott’s finger on his tongue. He closed his lips around his dominant’s finger, moaning when he tasted something sweet added to the saltiness of the honey brown flavored bacon. He was sad when Scott removed his finger, but he was left with something to eat.
“Chew slowly,” Scott told him.
“Yes, my Dominus.”
Their breakfast went a bit longer than usual, but having Scott feed him his every bite was one of the most erotic things he’d ever experienced.
Once they were done eating, Quintus could hear Scott cleaning up around him. It gave Quintus time to close his mind off and to concentrate on him and Scott. Sitting in silence and darkness wasn't scary to him—it was oddly a bit comforting.
Once Scott was done with his clean up, he removed the blindfold and started the next phase of their training with his dominant teaching him the way to present to his master. Admittedly it was difficult with the butt plug in his ass, but Quintus endured it.
After the first couple of days, Quintus took over the role of making every meal. In the morning, he'd prepare breakfast and set it to the side before he went back to the bedroom to wake Scott with a morning blow job. Before eating breakfast, Scott would take him to the playroom where he would put a new butt plug in, each day a larger size.
There would also be new additions, other than the size of the plugs. One day, Scott had added a jeweled cock ring, and another he’d added a cock cage. To his collar, he’d added a leash that he’d led Quintus around the house with. Other than being outfitted with a new toy that pleased them both, Quintus had enjoyed the moments when Scott fed him his every meal.
True to his word, Scott fucked him in every room—using him for his pleasure and not allowing Quintus to cum. Scott toyed and teased him, leaving him a ball of arousal. He’d begged and pleading to cum, but he’d been denied each time. His skin became so sensitive he was aware and attuned to his dominant's presence.
Truthfully, Quintus loved and hated it at the same time. Each night before receiving his nightly spankings, he and Scott would sit and talk about how he was feeling as well as answering any questions that Quintus had.
Scott had realized that Quintus had enjoyed wearing a cock ring and cock cage, which he was allowed to wear during his nightly spankings. Quintus liked the devices, because they helped to hold back his erections and not let him cum the second, he was spanked.
“Are you with me, Pero?” Scott asked Quintus, pulling him from his thoughts.
“Yes, Dominus,” Quintus answered. He noticed how soft his tone was when he spoke.
“You have pleased me these two weeks, my Own. And I think it’s time I give you your reward. Don’t you think?”
“If it is your wish, my Dominus.” Scott's feather-light touch caused him to both shiver and moan. He couldn't deny how sensitive he had become to Scott's touch.
“Oh, it is my wish, my Own. Not only will you feel the kiss of my flogger tonight, but I will allow you to cum.”
“I am grateful for your kindness, my Dominus.”
* * *
Scott smiled,pleased as he caressed Quintus's back. His kitty was doing good, and he couldn't be prouder of the progress Quintus had made in their two weeks together. Scott had been keeping a keen eye on everything that was happening to his cheetah.
The morning after his first spanking, Quintus had been receptive to everything that was happening to him. The week after they started their training, he was surprised to realize that Quintus had been entering into his subspace. It was a euphoric experience for both dominants and submissives.
As a doctor, Scott could only summarize that Quintus was more open to him and being a submissive than even he realized. As a dominant, he was careful with his cheetah. He didn't want Quintus to experience a sub drop by entering into his subspace when he might not be ready for intense emotion. It was why Scott had pulled back a few times during their nightly spankings—to give Quintus time to focus on the present.
“Are you ready, my Own?”
“Yes, my Dominus,” Quintus whispered.
Scott raised his hand and brought the red and black, suede flogger down on Quintus’s left shoulder. Quintus moaned, arching his back the second the falls touched his skin. The soft leather would leave beautiful marks on his kitty's skin, not to mention Quintus would feel the sting—reminding him of who he belonged to. Before Quintus could get used to the pain, Scott brought his flogger down twice more, aiming for Quintus's right shoulder and the center of his back.
“Oh, sweet fuck,” Quintus whimpered. “So good.”
“You’re such a sweet boy.” Scott leaned down and licked his right shoulder, trailing his tongue down to the center of Quintus’s back and then up to his left shoulder. The heat coming off Quintus’s body excited him. Scott couldn’t help but scrape his fangs against the bruised skin.
“Please, Dominus. Need more,” Quintus begged.
Scott stood back and brought his flogger down three more times, much harder than the other times. He aimed for both Quintus's ass cheeks and the small of his back. Sweat beaded on Scott's skin, and his erection pressed against the zipper of his leather pants. He walked around the bench and cupped the base of Quintus's neck and brought his face to his crotch, rubbing his erection against his kitty's face.
