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“Sir, please can… Oh, god. Sir, need to come…”

Quincy stopped.

Every appendage went still. The claws that had been tormenting Evan’s nipples drifted away.

“I think you’re clean now,” Quincy announced with a low chuckle.

“Nooooo….” Evan wailed. “Please. I need…”

“But you were naughty,” Quincy reminded him, eyes sparkling with delight. Already he was sliding out, leaving Evan empty and bereft.

Evan loved and hated it in equal measure.

His Dom was brilliant.

Quincy dried him off carefully, completely ignoring his pulsing cock. He snuck in soft kisses, whispering naughty things in Evan’s ear about how much fun his punishment would be.

Evan followed him to the bedroom, skin prickling in the air conditioning.

Before Quincy, Evan had always chosen Doms who were kind of… mean. Not necessarily derogatory, but hardened. A little cruel. He’d thought that was what got his pulse racing.

Being with Quincy was an entirely different experience. Kink was fun. Silly, even. Evan had no doubt that Quincy wanted to see Evan hurt for him, to tease and torture him beyond what he could endure… but it was all wrapped up in care. A thrilling and unexpected combination of rough and sweet.

Quincy headed for the closet and pulled something out, holding it up for inspection.

A leather paddle, shiny black with red stitching, and about a foot long. As impact play implements went, it was far from the hardest thing Evan had taken, which made it perfect for Quincy to start with.

Just another way that Quincy was taking care of him. With that mod, Quincy probably could have safely started with whips and canes, but they would work their way up together, as Quincy learned Evan’s body.

“I got this today,” Quincy beamed. “With my own money.”

Evan swallowed hard. “It looks good.”

“I thought so, too.”

Then, before Evan could think, he was spun around and bent over the bed. Quincy’s solid body bracketed him from behind, giving him no room to escape.

Holy fuck.

Quincy whispered in his ear. “What are your safewords?”

“Hedgehog and sloth, Sir.”

“Is your body alright? Anything hurting?”

“No, Sir.”

“I’m going to spank you with my hand. Ten times.”

“Yes, Sir.” Evan shivered.

Quincy chuckled. “Oh, I’m going to enjoy this.” He massaged Evan’s ass with both broad hands. “Your ass is just so…” He gave it a little slap, barely enough to hurt, followed by a shriek of delight. “Ooh! Look!”

Evan hid a grin in the bedspread. He loved how Quincy could be both dominant and silly at the same time. Because there was no question of who was in charge, and that little sting promised so much more.

Another slap landed, a little harder. Then two more. Quincy rubbed over everywhere he’d hit. “Harder?”

Evan nodded. God, yes.