Page 19 of Dominate
Quar waved at Thomas, who was working the private rooms and handing out keys. It was Thomas’ first time beinggiven such a responsibility but he seemed to be doing just fine.
“Thomas. I’ve got my key.” Quar held it up. “Took it with me earlier.”
“Have fun.” Thomas grinned and patted his sub’s ass while he continued speaking to Quar. “Everyone’s talking. There’ll be quite a crowd watching you tonight.”
Hank looked at Thomas with sheer adoration in his eyes.
Quar opened the door and escorted Forestdown the hall.
“Does Hank always wear white leather?” Forest asked.
“Always,” Quar confirmed. “Even outside of here, he’s always got something white on. Not leather, of course.”
“He wears the color well.”
Quar stopped them at room six, which was basically three mirrored walls—and ceiling—and two large windows. “You wear everything well, including nothing.” He plucked at the strap runningunder Forest’s left ass cheek. “Gorgeous.”
Forest ducked his head. “Thank you, sir. You’re totally fine yourself.”
“Thank you,” Quar said around a chuckle. He unlocked the door. “After you.”
Forest would get to watch Quar fucking him from every angle while whatever audience outside the room got to watch the both of them.
“Oh, wow,” Forest whispered. His nipples were already peaked.
Quarloved how sensitive they were. He hadn’t known until he’d had Forest strip down a few days after the J.D. incident.
Quar stepped up behind Forest now and wrapped his arms around Forest. He nipped Forest’s shoulder and delighted in the breathy gasp that got him.
“Keep still.” He ran his palms over Forest’s nipples then pinched them and glanced at the windows where people were already gathering.“Look. You’ve got a lot of admirers.”
“Oh, god,” Forest rasped.
“They’re going to watch everything I do to you. Going to see you give up your ass for me.” Quar turned him around and kissed him.
Forest opened for him and Quar plunged in, memorizing all the sounds Forest made on this special night.
He moved his hands down and cupped Forest’s ass, kneading it then pulling his cheeks apart,exposing Forest’s hole to everyone watching.
Forest whimpered and his hands twitched at his sides.
Quar stopped kissing him long enough to say, “You may touch me.”
Forest whimpered and began caressing his sides. “Thank you, sir.”
“Good boy.” He swatted each cheek, driving out needy sounds from Forest. Quar ran his thumbs over Forest’s pucker, light touches at first, then increasing thepressure as he nipped at Forest’s lips and jaw.
Forest was panting, his head lolled back, lips parted.
Quar could see every facet of his expression in the mirrored ceiling. He pressed the tip of one thumb into Forest’s ass. The heat of Forest’s body threatened to undo all of Quar’s willpower.
“Glasses off, but only while I spank you,” Quar directed. He and Forest were burning up for eachother. “I want them on when I’m fucking you. I want you to see who is watching you when I take you.”
“Yes, s-sir,” Forest got out as he whipped his glasses off.
Quar took them and set them on the stand by the bed. Then he sat on the side of the bed. “Come here.”
Forest came to him. Quar pulled the jock strap down. “Take it off.”
