Page 23 of Key of Kink

“May I clarify something, Sir?”

Max folded his arms. “Go ahead.”

“When you say still,” I asked carefully, “is that statue-level still, or just don’t fidget?”

There was a beat of silence before Max laughed. It was brief, almost as if I’d surprised it out of him, and I felt it like a spark across my skin.

“That’s… specific.”

I tried not to grin. “I like to be accurate.”

He studied me, something warmer in his expression now.

I hadn’t overstepped. Thank God.

“Breathing is permitted,” Max added. “Swaying is not.”

“Yes, Sir.” I couldn’t hide my smile.

I was going to enjoy this.

Max

I took a moment to enjoy the view.

Quinn lay on his back on the bench, arms lowered, holding onto the edge. His ankles were cuffed to the bench legs, his feet resting on the stirrups. The sight of him stretched out, belly taut, the slow rise and fall of his chest…

He’s beautiful.

Except it was more than the way he looked. The ease with which he followed instructions, the trust implicit in his movements, his calm expression as he gazed up at me, sent warmth through me. Quinn held still the way people do when they’re genuinely comfortable, simply present.

I trailed my hand over his chest. “Your arms feel okay?”

“Yes.”

The skin around his nipples pebbled, and I smiled.

Let’s begin.

I picked up the eye mask. “Ready for this?”

“Yes, Sir.” Quinn took a deep breath. “It’s been too long.”

“Then I won’t make you wait a moment longer.”

“Wait!”

I froze. “Something wrong?”

“The three blinks as a safe word… Kinda difficult if my eyes are covered, right?”

I had to smile. “Well spotted.” Especially because I’d been thinking so hard about the scene, I’d overlooked that. Which wasn’t like me at all. “Three finger taps, then. Will that work?”

He nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

I went to stand at his head and covered his eyes with the mask, raising him to fasten it at the back. When he was still once more, I stroked his face and neck, moving lower to brush my fingertips over his nipples. He shivered, and I smiled. “They are sensitive, aren’t they?” Before he could answer, I leaned over and took one between my lips, first sucking on it, then biting it gently.

Quinn let out a low moan. “Fuck, that feels good.”