Vincent shook his head and pushed them closer, then mussed Jasper’s hair on his way out of the room.
Chapter 2
JASPER BOUNCEDin his seat as Vincent left, then nearly choked when he picked up the first packet and saw the destination was Paris. He flipped through the pages, but there were no prices anywhere. There were a few places he was sure the price should have been listed, but it was like they’d been erased. He scowled with a soft grumble, but even knowing how expensive a trip overseas was sure to be couldn’t dampen his excitement for long.
The Paris packet had several locations that were obviously part of a sightseeing tour. He’d never really given much thought to traveling since it required money and time he doubted he’d ever have, but he wasn’t sure Paris was where he’d want to go first. There were other similar packets for New York and California, but it wasn’t until he reached one for Tennessee that he found the kind of packet he expected. It was a resort with cabins decked out specifically for BDSM.
He managed to swallow the strangled noise that tried to escape as he flipped through the pages. Most of the pictures were of things in Vincent’s own playroom or in the club, so he wasn’t sure what the point was in going there when they had all the things they needed here. Then he spotted a packet for a similar resort in the Northwest, tucked away in a wooded area. It was on the outskirts of a small town and had everything from hot springs to zip lining. The pictures of the cabins were almost deceiving, showing a normal living room and kitchen, until he flipped to the playroom. Larger than Vincent’s, like the cabin had been built around it rather than it being a room that’d been repurposed.
He set that one aside to give the last packet a cursory glance, but his heart was already set. A few minutes later he picked it back up and took it up to the playroom, where Vincent was waiting for him on the sofa.
Vincent set his phone on the table beside a paddle and held a hand out. “Made your choice already?”
“Yes, Sir.” He handed the papers over and sank down beside Vincent. He didn’t miss the flicker of surprise as Vincent took the packet.
“You’re sure?” he asked, glancing over and resting a hand on the leg Jasper flung across Vincent’s lap.
“Yeah? It looks fun. Why?”
Vincent shook his head. “My friend runs this one.”
“You mean they’re not all run by someone you know?” Jasper asked, grinning when Vincent shot him an unamused glare.
Vincent tossed the papers to the table and picked up the paddle. “Just for that you get an extra few birthday spankings.”
“Oh nooo,” Jasper replied in mock despair. “Please, anything but that.”
He used the paddle to tip Jasper’s chin up. “Over my lap, you brat.”
Jasper eagerly stretched out over Vincent’s thighs and gave a judicious wiggle to get comfortable, but he went still when Vincent slipped a hand between his thighs and adjusted his legs. Heat flooded him when his boxers were pulled down and Vincent proceeded to grope his ass.
“Twenty-one. Plus some extra,” Vincent murmured. “You can count them to yourself and tell me when to stop.”
“Yes, Sir,” he replied, hiding his face in his arms. Even after four months he wasn’t used to how easily Vincent touched him, much less how he always seemed to know exactly what Jasperneeded. Or how readily he offered anything. It made itso hardnot to ask for more.
He had no idea where that particular limit was. Vincent was rich enough that Jasper doubted he’d ever get near to reachingthatlimit; he was still traumatized by the amount Vincent had spent on Jasper’s damn suit, though he had to admit he looked good in it. And he enjoyed wearing it at the club, knowing it marked him as Vincent’s sub.
The first strike of the paddle left him gasping, his attention shattering before refocusing on the already fading sting. Vincent’s hand was a warm grounding weight on the center of his back as the paddle landed again. That was two, and warmth was already pooling in his gut despite the incredibly intense sex they had earlier.
Thinking about the fox ears and tail was a mistake. Heat flared in his cheeks and into his ears. He couldn’t believe they’d given him sex toys for his birthday, and he really couldn’t believe Vincent had been so interested in them. Four months and he knew only a few things Vincent liked for sure: Jasper’s bratty attitude, making him taste himself, restraining him at any and every opportunity, and watching Jasper touch himself.
His breath stuttered from the pleasant sting and dull ache from another spank. Four, or was that five?
After a handful of weekends in the club, he knew what few kinks they’d explored were on the tamer side, and Vincent had said at the beginning that his tastes were eccentric. Was he a furry?
He yelped as the paddle struck his thigh hard enough he knew it was already turning red. Fuck. How many was that? He tried to focus on each strike, but the heat building on his ass and thighs was distracting, and every new ache pushed him closer to that comfortable floaty space where nothing mattered except pleasure and Vincent.
He lost count somewhere after fourteen and then completely forgot he needed to count. It felt too good to tell Vincent to stop anyway. He could lie there all night while Vincent turned his entire backside red. He didn’t have class or work to worry about. He could handle a sore ass for a day or two.
“Pet,” Vincent said after what could have been hours but was likely only minutes. “Did you lose count?”
“Uh-huh.”
Vincent snorted and set the paddle on Jasper’s lower back before rubbing his palm over the heated flesh of his ass. Jasper whimpered even as he pushed into the touch. “What am I going to do with you?” he asked, sounding amused.
“Fuck me?” Jasper asked hopefully.
“Is that a birthday wish?”
