Page 43 of The Barn: Frost and Q
“I want you to do that for me.” He craved it. The quiet that came after Frost brought him to his center.
Frost nodded, attaching the cuffs to his wrists, one after the other, then the restraints to the cuffs. Every move was slow. Deliberate.
He had a moment of panic. He had it every time he was put in bondage. It didn’t last long.
He’d been doing this long enough to understand that, but he still had to fight every single time not to jerk away and scream, ‘take those off me.’ He figured one day it wouldn’t matter; one day it would be easy. But that wasn’t going to be today or tomorrow.
Maybe the week after.
“I’ve got you.” There were no secrets from Frost. Not anymore. Frost knew. “I’m listening, so just breathe. You remember; in and out and in and out. That’s right.”
He nodded and focused on his breathing, in and out, again and again, until his lungs were full and his focus was on his Dom.
“You’re all right.” It wasn’t a question, and he nodded again in agreement.
“It’s not real.”
“I know. You know you’re safe with me.”
And it occurred to him that was the first time he’d heard that from Frost in a long time. Not only the words, but the belief. Frost knew that Q was honestly safe with him.
“I am. Safer with you than anyone else.”
“I love you, baby boy. You’ve got this.” Frost moved down to rub his feet, and the deep caress was enough to make his eyes cross and to make him understand that it didn’t matter. He could be tied up forever, so long as that touch just didn’t stop.
“You’re tense.”
“I’m not trying to be. I think my feet always are from trying to keep me upright. That’s why the chair is so much easier, so I don’t have to think.”
“That makes sense. Right now, you don’t have to think. I don’t want you to do anything but feel and do what you’re told.”
He chuckled softly. “Feeling is pretty easy. Doing what I’m told…”
“Don’t make me beat you,” Frost teased, and they both cracked up.
“Yes, Sir. You have my word.”
“Such a good boy.” Frost pressed his thumb into the ball of the foot he held, and Q wanted to melt in pure bliss.
Frost moved up his legs and then into his hips, which always hurt as well from bouncing and from sitting in the chair. It didn’tmatter what position he was in, his legs hurt. Frost’s hands were warm, the fingers so agile, and they knew all of his spots now. It was like Frost had set out to discover everything different about his body and memorize it, just like the man had decided to learn him the first time.
“So I was thinking today we might do some sensory stuff,” Frost told him. “That’s why I brought the feather and the little flogger.”
He blinked a little bit, because the two sensations had very different applications. Still that soft little flogger could be sort of like a feather, or it could sting.
“May I ask, Sir?” Quentin started.
“You can ask…”
“What did you plan to do with the flogger?”
Frost dug into his thighs, heading back down from his hips. “I don’t know yet; we’ll see how you do with the feather, but I was thinking maybe your nipples, or maybe I would flog your cock a little bit.”
He shivered, goosebumps rising up all over his skin. He would do that? It had been a long time since Frost had done something besides tease him after they had tied him up.
But Quentin supposed that made sense. They’d had to establish what felt good and what didn’t, what might hurt him and what wouldn’t, and how his body would react to stimuli. Some of his nerves would never be the same, and a lot of his neural pathways were having to retrace themselves even such a long time after the wound had healed.
“Anyway, baby boy, I think we’ll play it by ear.”
