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“About what?”
“What we’re doing? We haven’t really said anything more about it since we left the hotel. I want to make sure we’re still on the same page here. I want to be your boy, but I want to know that we want the same things and won’t waste each other’s time.”
“That’s fair. So tell me, boy. What do you want?”
WhatdoI want? I know I want someone to take care of me. To actually make decisions for me so I don’t have to think so hard or worry about anything. I want someone that will put me first while allowing me to do the same for them. I want someone strong, but who’s not afraid to be vulnerable with me. I want someone that depends on me as much as I depend on them.
I tell Quin all this and he hums in his throat. “Those are things I want too, Red. I want to take care of you. Be there for you. Be a safe space for you. Protect you. We want the same things, for sure. You told me your limits at the hotel. Are there others? Things you want me to know about you?”
“Nothing. I told you what I wanted then because that’s what I like all the time. There may be some things I haven’t explored yet, but I’m not really into pain or anything really rough. And watersports, remember?”
My daddy laughs and kisses my hair. “I remember. We like the same things. I don’t like to do more than spank my boy’s ass with my hand and maybe a paddle when he’s earned a punishment. I have a feeling I might have to think of something clever for you. You seemed to like me spanking you.”
Shivering, I put my arms around his back. “I did. Not much of a punishment when you feel so fucking good.”
To prove my point, Quin reaches down and swats my ass and I groan into his chest. “Not all my spankings will be as light as they were then. Even so, I’ll find something that fits.”
That sounds ominous, but I don’t hate it.
“What else?” he asks. “What do you do for fun? Hobbies?”
Smiling softly, I stare off into space. “One thing my parents did was allow me and my brother to choose what instruments we wanted to play. Wehadto play an instrument. I chose guitar, thinking I would try it and hate it since they got me an acoustic instead of an electric. But after a few lessons, I loved it. I’ve played since I was eight.”
“Why’d you stop?”
It’s tough to talk about, but he asked. “My parents wouldn’t allow me to take my guitar from their house, so I scraped up enough money while I was in university to get a new one. But I had to sell it when I needed rent money. I didn’t have the money to get it out of the pawn shop right away and when I went back, it was gone.”
He pulls me closer to him. “Sorry, baby boy.”
“It’s okay, Daddy. I’ll get another one soon, I think. I miss it. It was the only thing I had for a while and I’m ready to have that again.”
Quin tips my chin up and plants a soft kiss on my lips that has me groaning in his mouth and trying to slide closer to him for more. He snickers when he breaks away from my lips, putting my head back on his chest.
We’re silent for a while, then I take a deep breath, steeling myself for what I have to do. My heart rate picks up and I feel the flush of heat over my body right before an anxiety attack, but it’s not as bad as it was days ago, so I can push through it and say in a rush, “Quin, I know where the warehouse is.”
“Warehouse?” His voice is full of question and I don’t blame him. I only told him about Andler wanting to take me, notwherehe wanted to take me.
“I overheard Andler talking about a warehouse and where it’s located. I figured you could help since you’re in security and obviously have contacts, what with getting all your guns over here.” I shudder a bit, remembering the feel of the heavy weight in my hands. It felt foreign and rough, too bulky to be natural.
He dips his head and I continue. “If I tell you where it is, if there are people inside, can your gun contact get them out? Make sure they’re not hurt? I would feel terrible if something happened to innocent people.”
Quin sits up and brings me up with him. He looks at me with serious eyes and I know he’ll do what I ask. “Of course, baby. Tell me where it is and I’ll call my guys. I know a lot of people everywhere, especially since I work closely with the RCMP. I can get the right people there to help.”
I let out a shuddering breath. God, I really hope he can do what he says he can. “You’re so brave, mouse. So, so brave.”
He pulls me into his arms and I let out a deep sigh. Knowing Quin will be able to help takes a great stress off my shoulders that I didn’t know was there. My heart rate is slowing down and my hands aren’t shaking anymore. He rubs my back and kisses the side of my face, telling me how brave I am and how good I did. The praise sends shivers down my spine and heats me up.
When he goes to place another kiss on my cheek, I turn my face and meet his lips instead. I don’t wait for him to open me up—I part my lips so he can delve in and I groan when his thick tongue strokes over mine. Quin slides his hand down to my ass and squeezes.
Dragging his hand higher, Quin tangles it in my hair and pulls me back. I whimper when his lips part from mine. “Tell me what you want, boy.”
“You, Daddy. Only you.”
Quin stands from the couch and I wrap my legs around his waist. I’m not a small man, so I’m surprised and turned on by his show of strength. The walk to the room is short and quick, Quin laying me out on the bed. He strips me out of my clothes and his eyes linger on every inch of my skin he reveals. I pose for him, making him chuckle and he blankets me with his much bigger body. “You’re beautiful, mouse.” He kisses me breathless and I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his back.
After he’s had his fill, Quin pulls away and starts to kiss down my body. I don’t even try to hold the moans in. I’m not sure what it is about Quin, but even his simple kisses turn me on more than anything I’ve ever experienced.
When Quin gets to my painfully hard cock, he brushes his lips over my cockhead and I groan when he continues to kiss down my legs. He chuckles against my skin at my reaction and I shiver when his warm breath hits my skin, flittering the hair on my legs.
