Vincent paused in locking the leg pieces into place. “Are you a student?”
“Yes,” Jasper said, his voice strained. “Studying biology. Want to be a paramedic.”
That was an interesting choice. He hadn’t pegged Jasper as the type to run towards the disaster. With a hum, Vincent stepped back to look him over.
Jasper’s thighs were spread as far as they could go without straining, his hips lifted up at the perfect angle for the paddle. He groped Jasper’s ass, squeezing the firm flesh and checking the rest of him. As he adjusted the face cradle down a notch, Jasper wriggled and let out a slow breath.
“Comfortable?” he asked, walking around Jasper while trailing his fingers behind him—down one side, across Jasper’s ass, and up the other side.
“Yes.”
“Good.” Vincent pulled his hand away as he moved to the chest and opened it. “If you start feeling any tingling, pinching, or uncomfortable sensations in your limbs, I expect you to safeword.” He grabbed the lube and a slender glass plug, then let the chest’s lid drop into place with a bang when Jasper failed to respond. “That should have been met with a ‘Yes, Sir,’” he said dryly.
“Yes, Sir,” Jasper said, and Vincent could hear the eye roll in it.
He dropped the lube and plug onto Jasper’s back and landed a sharp smack on Jasper’s ass, thoroughly pleased with the startled yelp he got in return. “Brat,” he said, picking up the paddle. He dragged it over Jasper’s hip and down his leg, then landed it in a solid thwack against his thigh.
Jasper jumped, his breath catching, but Vincent didn’t miss the goose bumps that rippled over his back. With a soft sound of approval, Vincent moved up an inch and did it again. And again. Until he reached the center of Jasper’s ass. Then he moved around the bench to do the same up the other leg, eyeing Jasper when he kept quiet despite his unsteady breathing. “Jasper.”
He answered with a soft whine. “Yes, Sir?”
Vincent rubbed the paddle against Jasper’s inner thigh. “Are you being quiet on purpose?”
Jasper let out an explosive breath and shifted. “Maybe.”
“I suggest you stop.”
Jasper stilled, tilting his head a bit as if he were trying to look back at Vincent. “Make me.”
Vincent laughed. Christ, this brat. He set the paddle across Jasper’s shoulders and picked up the lube. He snagged a glove and pulled it on, then coated his finger to press into Jasper’s hole, taking his time as he worked the digit in deep. Next he picked up the glass plug, coated it, and spread Jasper’s cheeks to watch as it disappeared into his ass with a single smooth push.
“Hnngh!” Jasper squirmed on the bench, fighting against his restraints.
Vincent enjoyed the sight, wiggling the plug a bit and applying pressure to make Jasper keen. Then he picked up the paddle again, while Jasper was still making those exquisite sounds, and brought it down across the center of Jasper’s ass.
Jasper let out a sharp cry, his back arching enough Vincent’s own spine protested. Jasper’s entire body shuddered as he slumped against the bench, panting.
“That was better,” Vincent said, surprised by the intense reaction. “Feel good?”
“Only a little,” Jasper said, the bratty act ruined by his moan.
Vincent smirked, rubbing his palm over pinkening flesh. “Good. Then politely ask me for another.”
Jasper jerked against the restraints, craning his neck to glare at Vincent. “Make me.”
“I don’t have to,” Vincent said with a soft laugh. “You’re not going anywhere. And you’re sure as hell not getting off until I’msatisfied. So,” he said, lightly tapping the paddle against Jasper’s thigh, “ask me or lie there, naked and untouched, until I decide we’re done.”
Jasper’s growl turned to a moan as he dropped his head back down. He shifted his hips in an admittedly enticing manner. “Please.”
“Please, what? I won’t ask you to be specific again,” Vincent said, landing a reprimanding swat to Jasper’s ankle.
Jasper yelped and muttered under his breath, earning himself another swat. “Fuck! Fine! Please. Please spank me again. Sir.”
Vincent whacked the paddle against Jasper’s ass, making sure it nudged the plug.
Jasper arched with a frustrated whine. “Again, Sir. Please.”
Vincent obliged, satisfied when that seemed to be enough for Jasper to accept the rules. With barely a breath between each of his pleas, Jasper rocked back to meet the paddle every time it landed. At least until he was lost in the pleasure enough he couldn’t do more than grip the bench and sob out a “please” every few ragged breaths.
