Page 46 of The Barn: Frost and Q
“What is it that you need? Tell me. Use your words, baby.”
“I need you to use that flogger on me please, Sir.”
“And where do you want me to use it, baby boy?” Frost asked, staring at him again, those eyes just boring into him.
“I want you to use it on my nipples. Maybe on my cock. Everything is on fire for you.”
“I can see it. I can see the flame inside you, baby boy.” Frost ran the flogger over his cheek and chin, then down his neck. “Do you see how soft it is? I picked it out especially for you. There’s not a single hard edge on it. Of course, if I took it to your ass with the right amount of strength, it could be hard, but this, this is for me to play with you.”
Quentin swallowed hard because he wanted to be played with. He wanted Frost to use him as a toy and to keep him in the headspace that he’d already found. His balls were pulled up against the base of his dick, and his cock was so hard that a cat couldn’t scratch it.
Frost seemed to read his mind, flicking the flogger against one of his nipples, the tiny tails almost caressing and catchingrather than snapping against him. It wasn’t enough, and yet it was everything all at the same time.
“How is that, baby?” Frost asked him. “Is that giving you what you need?”
He forced himself not to shake his head wildly, instead giving it a single shake. “It’s not enough, Sir. I need more.”
“Do you need it harder? Like this?” Frost slapped the tails of the flogger against his other nipple, and that actually stung. Not enough to hurt him but enough to make him gasp and enough to make tingles break out all over his body.
“Yes.” It came out with about ten exclamation points on the end of it. “That’s it, Sir. That’s it.”
“Oh, we can do better than that, baby boy.” Frost grinned that feral grin and then snapped the flogger against his cock.
Quentin keened, arching up but then had to push himself back down because that made his back twinge. He took a deep, deep breath because he didn’t want to have to put in his safe word, not even his word for slow down, but he needed to remember not to react in a super quick manner. That was a sure way to having pain later on.
“Do I need to slow down, baby boy?” Frost asked, holding the flogger away from his skin.
“No, Sir. I just need to not get so excited that I can’t remember what we’re doing here.”
Frost rubbed the flogger tails, just the very tips, over his cock, back and forth, back and forth. “And what is it we’re doing here?”
“Getting me out of my head. Getting me to my subspace. Giving each other pleasure. Sir.”
“And what are you supposed to be doing?” There was a serious, near-dangerous tone in Frost’s voice.
“Trusting you.” He knew the answer. That was always the hardest part, wasn’t it? The trusting. The believing. Thedifficulty wasn’t even believing in Frost. It was believing in himself. Enough to just let go, and?—
Another quick snap hit his cock, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to sting. The sensation had his eyes flying wide open.
“Either safe word or get in here with me.”
The little flogger began to work and move like tiny licks of fire that disappeared almost as soon as they came, hitting randomly without a pattern, so he couldn’t keep up. All Quentin could do was breathe and open his fisted fingers, curl his toes and release them. His entire body was focused on where the next one was landing. And then, blessedly, he didn’t even have to do that.
His Dom would decide where the next blow came. Frost would know what he required next, and Frost would let him know if there was something else he needed to do. That was the important part.
That and when Frost whispered, “My good boy.”
That was fucking magic.
“Now the blindfold, love. You’re ready for it.”
He was. He got it. He understood what they were doing, and Frost had prepared him well. They were in the space, and he was soaring.
So he swallowed hard, and then he nodded. “Yes, Sir. I’m ready.”
“I knew you were.” Frost pulled out the blindfold but then met his gaze. “I’m not gagging you. If it gets to be too much, use your words. There’s no shame in it.”
“I know.” And he wouldn’t have to now.
