Vincent nuzzled his cheek, then traced his tongue along the shell of Jasper’s ear before biting it. “You want to be menaced?” he asked, wedging a thigh between Jasper’s legs. He pressed a thumb beneath his jaw, forcing his chin up farther as he dragged his nose across Jasper’s cheek and kissed the tip of his nose.
Then he straightened and stepped back as he dropped his hand, only for Jasper to keep hold of his sleeve with a dazed expression.
After a moment Jasper collected himself enough to pout at Vincent, though it quickly morphed into a challenging lift of his chin. “You call that menacing?”
Vincent stifled a laugh and settled for tilting his head as he stepped into Jasper’s space again. He caught both of Jasper’s wrists and forced them up over his head, pinning them against the wall and holding them with one hand. With his other he traced a fingertip down Jasper’s throat as he eyed the button-up shirt. One he’d bought when he went on a quick supply run for this vacation. He’d picked up several cheap shirts for the both of them for this trip, so he wasn’t worried about replacing it. Grabbing the center, he ripped it open with enough force to send the buttons flying.
Jasper yelped in surprise and instinctively tried to pull his wrists free, but Vincent tightened his grip to nearly bruising and settled his other hand against Jasper’s throat again.
“I didn’t say you could move,” he said, pitching his voice deeper and feeling the answering skip of Jasper’s heartbeat against his fingers. He leaned closer until his lips brushed Jasper’s ear. “Is this what you want, slut?” he asked, finding a nipple and pinching it between his fingers.
Jasper whimpered, a flush spreading across his cheeks as he turned his head away. “No.”
Vincent smirked against his neck before biting the warm flesh. “Liars get punished.” He dropped his hand to the front of Jasper’s pants and squeezed him through the rough fabric, and Jasper arched with a gasp and flexed his wrists. Vincent obliged and let him go, only for Jasper to stumble forward and catch himself against Vincent’s chest, where he latched on to his shirt as he gasped for breath.
Vincent waited a long moment until Jasper’s breathing steadied, then tipped his head up with fingers beneath his chin. His face was still flushed, and his eyes were dark, so Vincent wasn’t worried that he’d crossed a line. “Well?” he asked softly. “Was that what you were looking for?”
Jasper licked his lips and blinked at Vincent a few times. “Yes, Sir.” He hesitated before straightening and wrapping his arms around Vincent. “But I thought you were going to menace me?”
With a soft growl, he settled his hand on Jasper’s ass. Of all the ways he could menace Jasper, the only one he could think of was the same idle fantasy he’d been entertaining since Jasper circled role-play on the list. The possibility of finally having a willing partner was almost terrifying. Without entirely meaning to, he let the words slip out. “I could menace you better as a doctor.”
Jasper blinked before leaning in with a grin and stealing a quick kiss. “Are you a good doctor or an evil doctor?”
Vincent tightened his arms around Jasper. “Obviously good… at being evil.”
The flush returned as Jasper stared intently at where his fingers were buried in Vincent’s shirt. “So, a doctor who would ignore me saying no?”
“I could,” he replied slowly. “Do you want to try that?” When Jasper nodded, Vincent stepped back and caught Jasper’s hand to lead him to the playroom. He had to force his breathing to remain steady on the way down the hall. He’d never admit how often he’d imagined a similar scenario, but it was enough that he didn’t need to consider how to set it up.
He flipped on the light and tugged Jasper to the corner where the exam chair was. The small chest beside it had a few medical gowns and a large white doctor coat folded neatly in a drawer. He handed one of the former to Jasper. “Strip and put this on. And you’ll need a reason for going to the doctor.”
Jasper shook the gown out before draping it over the chair. “Any reason?”
Vincent shrugged, biting his tongue against offering the more obvious choices to see what Jasper would come up with.
It wasn’t until Jasper was slipping off his shirt that he seemed to realize buttons were missing. His face heated again as he fingered a loose thread. Vincent gave him a few seconds to offer any kind of protest and finally prompted him with a “Too much?”
Jasper shrugged with a twitch of his lips. “It was hot,” he admitted softly. “I liked it.”
Vincent leaned in for a quick kiss. “Noted. Do you have a scenario in mind?”
Jasper let the shirt slide off his shoulders and tossed it to the side. “Not being able to get it up?” he asked, staring at the gown as he dropped his pants, the flush spreading to his ears.
Vincent eyed the obvious semi in Jasper’s boxers before turning to rummage through the various chests and cabinets around the room. He found what he was looking for in the fourth one and opened the package on his way back to Jasper, who had the gown on and was sitting on the side of the exam table, hunched forward like a patient waiting on a late doctor. He set the packaging aside and held up the two cuff restraints, one noticeably smaller than the other, held together by a short chain.
Jasper stared at it in confusion but obediently stood and pushed his boxers down when Vincent told him to. He secured the larger cuff on Jasper’s thigh, then guided his cock down and to the side to fasten the smaller one around it, effectively trapping it against his leg. “Good?” he asked as he pulled the boxers back into place.
“Uh-huh,” Jasper said, scooting back on the table again.
“Ready, then?” When Jasper nodded Vincent picked up the white coat and slipped it on. A clipboard with blank paper and a few pens were in another drawer, and he was impressed at how much detail Zach had put into every corner of the room.
He stood with his back to Jasper for a moment as he imagined a shady doctor with questionable morals. His last patient of the day. Most of the staff already gone or in the process of leaving. A young male patient with symptoms of erectile dysfunction.
He lifted the clipboard as if reading it as he turned and stepped closer to Jasper. “I’m Dr. Thornwell. What seems to be the issue today?” he asked, looking up and pausing as if seeing Jasper for the first time. He’d found Jasper attractive when he first came into Touch of Leather, but he’d been far more concerned with the fact someone with a new-player wristband had been sitting in his club staring at their phone instead of interacting with anyone. He gave Jasper a once-over beforegrabbing the stool tucked in the corner and rolling it over to sit closer.
Jasper shifted, his fingers bunched in the front of his gown. “I uh… have had some trouble getting it up.”
Vincent nodded and scribbled on the paper as if writing something down. “Is it affecting your sex life?”
