“All right.” He clasped his hands in his lap, tapping his thumbs together. “Do you have a safeword?” he asked. When Jasper shook his head, he continued, “Are you familiar with the stoplight system?”
“Yes…. Sir.”
Vincent smiled. “Good,” he said, glad when Jasper smiled back and finally seemed to relax. “So tell me how you’d like tonight to go.”
“Besides being tied up?”
“Once you’re tied up. Do you want to be naked? Touched, kissed, fingered?”
Jasper licked his lips. “Y-yeah. All that.”
“Anywhere you don’t want to be touched? Anything you don’t want done?”
“Tickled.”
Vincent chuckled. “No tickling. How about aftercare?”
Jasper shrugged. “I don’t think I really need it?”
“Is that a question?”
“No. I think I’m good without it.” He glanced towards the door with a grimace. “Do we have to use the dungeon?”
Vincent followed Jasper’s gaze as he considered. The rooms upstairs were for select members, but there were no rules about guests not being allowed, though maybe that had been an oversight. Not that he had any reason not to trust those he’d screened, but then, few as green as Jasper ever made it to his club. At least not alone. “No,” he said. “If you’d prefer a private room, we can go upstairs.”
“Yeah.” Jasper drained the last of his soda. “That sounds good.”
“This way, then.”
Vincent stopped by the security room on the second floor. Ian was on duty as part of the night’s security team, and he eyed Vincent in surprise when he poked his head in. Vincent had said he was going home an hour ago, and technically this was supposed to have been his day off to begin with. “I’ll be in room two.”
Ian saluted and didn’t bother to hide his grin when he caught sight of Jasper. “Yessirrr,” he drawled.
Vincent stifled a sigh and counted himself lucky when Ian didn’t wink. He turned and continued down the hall.
Room two was one of their tamer rooms by far. There was a bed near the far corner, a sofa, a low table long and wide enough to tie someone down on, and a large wingback chair with a cushion in front of it. Next to the bed was a small chest with basic necessities and toys and a mini fridge stocked with water. A door in the adjacent corner led to a bathroom.
Vincent closed the door behind Jasper and shrugged out of his jacket. He draped it over the end of the bed, then turned to face him. “So. To reiterate, you’ll be tied up. Naked. I can touch you, kiss you, and finger you. No tickling. And at the end, you’d prefer to get off, yes or no?”
“Yes. Definitely yes.” Jasper let out an unsteady breath where he still lingered by the door. He took a step forward and stopped. “What is it you want in return?”
Vincent raised an eyebrow. “Tonight is about you. I’ll show you a good time and hopefully bring your fantasy to life.”
“That’s it?”
“Were you expecting me to only do this if you gave me a blowjob?” he asked, frowning when Jasper shrugged. “That’s not how this works, Jasper. I’ll only do what you’ve given me permission to do, and if you decide you don’t like it, you give me the word. No sex or sexual favors in return. Understood?”
When Jasper nodded, Vincent turned the chair and sat facing him. “Let’s get started, then. When you’re ready, strip.”
CHAPTER THREE
JASPER FLEXEDhis fingers and stared as Vincent sat with an expectant expression. “Strip,” he repeated.
Vincent really expected him to strip in front of a stranger? Just like that? Even if he’d agreed to it, he’d expectedsomethingto happen first. Like making out, maybe. Or at least being nakedtogether.Not to be watched like he was a stripper, though that could be kinda hot too.
“You do know how to undress yourself, don’t you?” Vincent asked, sounding amused.
Jasper glared, a brief flare of indignation stamping out his nerves. “Fucker,” he grumbled, swallowing hard when Vincent raised an eyebrow. That might have been all he did, but somehow that conveyed a warning all on its own.
