Vincent slowed his rhythm, ignoring Jasper’s whine as he dragged his fingers over the reddened flesh. It was warm but shouldn’t be anywhere near bad enough to keep Jasper from sitting. So long as he didn’t mind some mild discomfort. He tossed the paddle onto the chair as he rubbed his other hand over Jasper’s arms and unstrapped them.
“Up,” he said quietly, helping Jasper push up off the bench. An extra set of longer straps were attached to the other end, and Vincent used them to secure Jasper’s wrists between his ankles. “All right?” he asked, running his fingers through Jasper’s hair.
“Uh-huh.” Jasper leaned into Vincent’s fingers, tipping his head back. His eyes were nearly black from his blown pupils. “Please, Sir.”
“Please what?” Vincent asked, readjusting the bench so it was level. That done, he stepped back to admire the sight Jasper made.
Jasper swallowed with a frustrated groan. “Touch me. Please. Want you to make me come.”
“Good boy,” Vincent purred, straddling the bench and leaning in to brush his lips against Jasper’s. He tangled one hand in blond hair, sliding his other over the heated skin of Jasper’s chest. When he found a nipple, he pinched it, chuckling when Jasper gasped and jerked against his restraints.
He trailed his fingernails down Jasper’s chest and stomach to his arousal, tightening his other hand in Jasper’s hair and watching his face. “Enjoying the plug?” he asked.
Jasper whimpered and tried to nod, but Vincent held his head immobile. “Yes, Sir,” Jasper breathed.
“Good.” Vincent wrapped his hand around Jasper’s dick and stroked, squeezing and watching Jasper’s lips part on a moan. “So responsive,” he murmured, still surprised by that. Jasper was like a perfectly tuned violin that didn’t know what music he was best suited for.
He kissed up the side of Jasper’s neck, nipping at his ear. “Have you ever come on command?” he asked, keeping his stroking to an almost torturously slow rhythm.
“N-no, Sir.”
Vincent dragged his teeth against the flesh of Jasper’s throat. “Do you think you can manage not to come until I tell you to?”
Jasper shivered. “I can try.”
Vincent sat back, releasing Jasper’s hair. “Do and I’ll let you ask for a reward.” He chuckled when Jasper nodded eagerly. “Good boy.” He tightened his grip and stroked faster, his other hand pinching and twisting a nipple.
“Fuck!” Jasper shouted, bucking his hips and jerking against his restraints again.
Vincent groped Jasper’s ass with one hand when he devolved into pleading, nudging the plug in deeper and turning it. He didn’t expect Jasper to last long; he was already making those desperate little noises Vincent had gotten familiar with last week.
Either Jasper could control himself or use his words, or he couldn’t.
It might not have been fair. Vincent suspected Jasper didn’t quite understand all the nuances of the scene yet, but that was part of the fun too. With the right sub.
He gripped the plug and gave it a firm thrust, enjoying the resulting strangled groan.
“Oh fuck!” Jasper gasped. “I can’t, I can’t… please, please.” He thrashed on the bench as Vincent continued moving the plug, enough he would have managed to topple it if Vincent hadn’t been sitting in front of him. “No, no, no—physics!”
Vincent pulled away completely and stood, quickly releasing Jasper’s wrists and then his legs. He rested a hand on Jasper’s back when he slumped onto his forearms, his breathing ragged.
“I didn’t…. I didn’t come,” Jasper gasped, ending with a soft whine.
“You didn’t,” Vincent agreed, inching his fingers into Jasper’s hair. He moved around to sit on the edge of the bench. “Maybe if you’d said yellow instead of physics, I would have let you.”
Jasper lifted his head with a frown. “What?”
“You ended the scene.”
Jasper’s frown deepened. “Then start it back up.” He shifted closer, frustration and something desperate in his eyes as he grabbed the front of Vincent’s shirt. “Please. I don’t even care if you let me get off, just don’t…. Don’t end it like this. Please,” he whispered, his expression crumbling.
Vincent silently cursed and touched Jasper’s cheek. “You did nothing wrong,” he said quietly, tipping Jasper’s head back. “Look at me,” he ordered, waiting for Jasper’s eyes to focus on him. “Say it.”
Jasper swallowed and flicked his tongue against his lips. “I… did nothing wrong.”
“You did what I told you to do, and you used your word to do it. You did well. Understand?”
Jasper nodded but still appeared hesitant.
