Page 8 of Dominate
Quar kept brushinghis thumb over Forest’s lips. “You trust me—are you sure?”
Forest nodded. “I feel it, here.” He touched his chest. “Shouldn’t I trust you?” he dared to asked. “Are you as good a man, as good a Dom, as I think you are, sir? Because you said I was special, that I followed my instincts. Well, my instincts are telling me that you’re special, too.”
“I hope so,” Quar whispered. “I believe I am. Let’sput your glasses aside.” He took them off and set them on a shelf, then slid his hand around to the back of Forest’s neck. “Sweet boy.”
Forest whimpered as Quar pulled him close, whimpered again when his eyes slid closed and Quar’s lips brush over his.
Sparks of need shot through Forest. He wanted to climb onto Quar, wrap his arms and legs around him and justfeel.
Quar held him still, pressinghim against the wall and Quar’s hard body.
Forest gave up control, and Quar took it.
