Page 46 of Key of Kink

“Two-hour cap.”

“Yes.”

“And aftercare will include grounding before you leave.”

Quinn’s smile softened. “Thank you.”

“One last point. In private or out there? Your choice.”

His eyes flashed. “I have no objections to having an audience. I won’t even notice them anyway.” He gazed at me. “All I’ll see is you.” Quinn pointed to the door. “Let’s go.”

All I’ll see is you.

Damn.

Unforgettable.

I shouldn’t have let that settle under my skin.

He’s twenty, still young enough to chase intensity because he wants to feel something seismic.

I did not chase seismic. Orgasm denial wasn’t just physical frustration. It altered chemistry. It deepened submission because it required trust—absolute trust—in the one withholding relief.

I would be deliberately pushing Quinn toward desperation, need, begging…

I was very good at that. I knew exactly how to unravel someone without breaking them, how to use voice like a metronome against their pulse, how to take composure apart piece by piece.

Jordan taught me that.

No—Jordan had needed that. There was a difference.

I paused at the door.

Unforgettable meant something Quinn would remember in quiet moments. It meant I would linger in his mind, his body, and that was what scared me.

Quinn coughed. “Are we still doing this?”

I snorted. “Get out there and find us a bench. Not too high, though.” I grinned.

High wouldn’t work for what I had in mind.

Quinn

I tugged at the cuffs, not struggling against them, but simply confirming them.

Max noticed. “Everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine.” My ankles were secured against the bench legs, allowing a bit of movement. Whatever toys he’d chosen were out of sight.

Of course they are.

He stood beside me, letting the silence stretch. The only time he’d touched me was to restrain me, and the expectation was excruciating.

Max smiled, as though he could see into my head. “Anticipation is always the first edge.” He traced one finger along my shoulder, and I inhaled sharply. My unfettered dick jerked once, twice. He noticed that too. “You’re already reactive,” he murmured.

I swallowed. “And you’re already enjoying that,” I shot back, my breathing a little harsh. “Aren’t you going to do your thing with the rope again? Around my cock and balls?”

He grinned. “Not this time. I want to make things a little harder for you.” Another glance at my shaft. “Not that you could get much harder than you are at the moment.” He stood at my head, and my breathing hitched when he bent down and kissed me, his tongue exploring my mouth, his fingers brushing over my nipples.