Page 42 of The Barn: Frost and Q
He had a feeling he couldn’t avoid it this time.
He also had a feeling he might not have to. There was nowhere safer than this room right now. Nowhere on earth.
Frost was with him. His husband. His Dom. And they were in such a better place than they had been. So yeah. He thought he might be ready.
Then Frost laid out a feather, a leather strip, and a tiny, super-soft-tailed flogger, and his mouth went totally dry. Whoosh.
He blinked up at his Dom, his belly going tight, his mind scrambling and buzzing.
“Mmmhmm.” Frost beamed at him. “Let’s get you undressed, yeah? I want to see all of you.”
Q nodded and smiled, then pulled off his shirt. “I want to be seen.”
At least he thought so.
Sometimes, he worried that Frost would find the changes to his body…not great. But so far that had proven untrue.
In fact, his upper body was looking kind of amazing. His lower body improved daily.
“Mmm. So pretty.” Frost reached for his pants, tugging at the soft sweats.
“I try. I want to be a man you want to see.” In fact, he worked for it.
“You are, baby. I love how you look.” Frost ran a finger down his sternum.
His nipples went hard, his abs rippling. “Love you.”
“I love you too.” That grin was wolfish, and he had to laugh. Someone had plans.
He was ready—not just for Frost’s attention, but for the man’s focus.
“I’ve got ties that I will attach to the bed, love, and then to the cuffs. That way, you can move. I’m not going to bind your feet, but I will loosely tape your ankles individually so you can see what it feels like.” Frost started setting things out on the bed.
“Yes, Sir. I’ll tell you if I can’t handle it. You have my word.” Literally and figuratively, Q guessed.
“Good deal. Settle yourself comfortably, arms down, hands on the bed, the insides of your wrists up.”
“Yes, Sir.” He arranged himself, his mind going a million miles a minute. Not really because he was wondering if this was a bad idea or was this a situation he wasn’t capable of, but just…randomness.
He wondered why the hair on his head had come in silver, and his pubes were still dark. He wondered about whether or not the new security guards were going to work out or run panicking into the night the first time they saw a bear. Also, what about that one sub, Jeremiah? Was he ever going to find somebody to turn him inside out? What about Zeke? Were they really just going to leave the cabin open for him forever? What would they do if someone came in with a seeing-eye dog or another type of support animal? Dude, wouldn’t an emotional support porcupine be cool? He loved that idea. Maybe it would be nice to have a support animal, and porcupines were so…prickly. Maybe he should get a dog. He liked dogs. Dogs were friendly and fuzzy, and they rarely stuck quills in you. It might be tough to take them out from up here, though. He’d have to hire someone to dothat. Maybe that could be a kink. Maybe some people could pay them to do that. ‘I want you to take care of my dog and pick up poop. Consider it service.’
One of his nipples was taken and twisted quite firmly, bringing him right back to Frost. “Stay with me, baby.”
“I am!”
That earned him another harsh tug.
“Okay! I’m trying. I’m sorry.”
Another tug.
“Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Thank you, good boy. Bring it back in here.” Frost stroked his belly now, the movement featherlight. “You know I love the way that your brain works. I love all the spins and weirdness and every bit of it, but right now, I need you to stay with me. Got it?”
Quentin nodded, cheeks warming. “Yes. I’m sorry, Sir, I just…” He shrugged, his wrists still on the mattress.
“Have this amazing mind that goes from zero to one thousand miles a minute?” Frost chuckled softly, the sound deep. “I know. But sometimes you need to be able to turn it off. I can do that for you.” There was no doubt in Frost’s voice. Not at all. And it felt so good to hear. It was amazing and necessary.
