Vincent raised an eyebrow when he noticed Jasper staring. “Problem?”
He grinned and leaned in to peck Vincent’s lips. “Just thinking.” Vincent didn’t appear convinced, but that was fine. It was more fun if he was kept guessing. Jasper turned back to the list, hesitating athumiliationand tapping it with the end of the pen. “What exactly does this entail?”
Vincent propped his chin on Jasper’s shoulder. “That would depend on you,” he said and squeezed Jasper’s hip before he could draw breath to protest. “You enjoy being called slut,” he murmured, and Jasper shivered as heat tightened his gut. “We could explore that some more if you’re interested.” He chuckled as Jasper circled it twice.
Jasper continued through the last few he hadn’t marked yet and tappedpredicament bondage. “What’s this?”
“Restraining someone so they have a specific, limited range of movement or positions.”
“How’s that different from how you usually tie me up?”
Vincent smiled briefly and nipped Jasper’s earlobe. “Usually I like to pair it with a set of instructions.”
Jasper refused to be distracted by Vincent’s lips and teeth and warm breath even if it was nearly impossible not to be. “Instructions that I can follow?”
“If you try hard enough, maybe.”
Jasper huffed and slanted Vincent his best unimpressed stare, glad he was on his stomach since he was thoroughly worked up at the mere thought of experiencing anything on the page. “Is this one of those particular tastes you mentioned?”
“Yes.”
He eyed the list and wondered what else on there fell into that category. Most of it he’d at least heard of even if he’d never thought to try it out or assumed he wouldn’t like it. Like CBT. But Vincent made it easy to say yes to almost everything. Maybe that was stupid of him, willingly jumping into anything Vincent wanted to do to him, but Vincent hadn’t given him a reason not to trust him so far, so he circled predicament bondage.
He tilted his head as he reached role-play, and he didn’t miss the way Vincent stilled beside him. He glanced over curiously. “What kind of role-play?” he asked before remembering Vincent explaining how he realized he was into the whole kink thing. “Like playing doctor?” he asked brightly. The heat in Vincent’s gaze in response to that question left him momentarily dizzy.
“Yes,” Vincent said, voice rough enough to make him shiver.
Jasper leaned closer with a soft, “You want to do naughty things to your patient?” Vincent’s breath audibly hitched, and Jasper bit his lip to keep from grinning. “You want to give me a prostate exam with yourpenis?” he asked in a scandalizedwhisper. He couldn’t help the burst of triumphant satisfaction in his chest when Vincent rolled away with a spluttered laugh. “Sir!” he gasped. “That isnotappropriate medical practice!”
“Oh yes, how could I forget,” Vincent replied dryly. “You’re the medical expert. Maybe you should be the doctor.”
Jasper’s eyes widened as he pictured himself giving Vincent a prostate exam with his penis. He didn’t often imagine himself as the one on top and wasn’t sure he should even be entertaining the idea since a sub couldn’t top. Right?
Vincent settled on his side and propped his head on his fist, reaching up to brush Jasper’s hair out of his eyes. “Pet?”
Jasper blinked and focused on the notebook again, but Vincent wasn’t having it. He buried a hand in Jasper’s hair and turned his head to face him again.
“What are you thinking?”
He flushed as a soft sound of protest escaped, though he stopped himself from saying ”nothing.” “I don’t want to say.”
Vincent raised an eyebrow, and for a moment Jasper expected him to demand an answer anyway, but he let go.
Jasper swallowed and turned back to the notebook, hesitating before circling role-play, along with the others he hadn’t crossed out, before handing it over. “All done,” he said. “Now what?”
“Now,” Vincent said as he tugged the notebook closer and studied Jasper’s choices, “we enjoy ourselves for the next few days before Zach insists on meeting you.”
Jasper rolled onto his side and hooked a leg over Vincent’s hip. “The one who owns this place?”
“Mm-hmm. One of the owners. He makes most of the benches and furniture I have in the club.”
“And he wants to meet me? Why?”
Vincent gave him an exasperated look. “Because I’ve taken you on as my sub.”
Jasper wiggled his fingers into the top of Vincent’s pants, biting back a grin when Vincent let him. “He’s not going to give me a shovel talk, is he?”
Vincent snorted and slid his hand down to cup Jasper’s ass. “If anything, I expect him to tell you to find someone better.”
