THE CLICKof the pen shot an admittedly nervous thrill through Vincent. Considering how roughly the evening had started, Vincent was sure Jasper seeing him in his own home would ruin whatever fantasy the brat had. Or that Vincent would ruin it by being, well, himself. Christ, how long had it been since he’d had a sub in his home? A year? Not since before he’d gotten the club up and running.
Longer since he’d had a sub he could truly call his own.
He finished putting everything away, then picked up the contract and stared at Jasper’s name scrawled across the bottom.
Jasper Saris.
He grabbed the pen to add his name below Jasper’s—Vincent Thornwell—and set the pen and contract on the island.
Thankfully the not-so-insignificant act of signing a contract, no matter how short-term, eased a tension he hadn’t been aware of until he’d had dinner with Jasper last week. But there was also the lingering flicker of nerves. There was a marked difference between playing a temporary role for someone in the club and taking on a sub.
Taking full responsibility for someone for any prolonged period of time was a major undertaking, especially with someone as green as Jasper.
He turned back to Jasper, enjoying the way he was trying not to fidget in his seat. “Come here, pet,” he ordered, pitching his voice lower.
Jasper scrambled to his feet, stopping in front of Vincent and even putting his hands behind his back. Another Dom might have found the upturned gaze annoying, or played at being insulted, but Vincent saw no point in posturing. This had never been anything less than a core need for him, and Jasper was new enough to both kink in general and being Vincent’s sub specifically that disciplining him for anything would be no different from disciplining him for ignorance.
Which was pointless, and a level of cruel Vincent had no interest in.
“Strip,” Vincent said, holding his hand out for Jasper’s clothes. He folded and set them beside the contract as Jasper complied. Thenhe stepped behind Jasper, resting his hands on Jasper’s shoulders and slowly sliding them down his back to his hips. “You’re to stay naked unless I tell you to dress. Do you understand?”
Jasper made a noise close to a squeak and shivered, but his voice was steady when he replied, “Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy.” He tilted his head, pressing light kisses to Jasper’s neck and along his shoulder. Jasper smelled clean, like soap and a hint of the mango he’d caught in the club. Vincent’s hands wandered, tracing the curves of Jasper’s hips, following the dip of Jasper’s spine and around to his chest.
His fingers found Jasper’s nipples and absently circled them, earning hitched breaths. “We’re going to go up to my playroom, and I’m going to redden your ass, pet. Then I’m going to play with your body. And if you’re good, I may fuck you like you begged me to that first night.”
Jasper leaned into Vincent with a moan. “Yes, Sir. I’ll be good.”
Vincent chuckled and smacked Jasper’s ass. “Good. Then get upstairs.”
He led Jasper into his playroom and closed the door. Inside wasn’t unlike some of the rooms in the club. Two chests for his toys and paraphernalia, a spanking horse only a tad simpler than the one they’d used at the club, a small fridge, sofa, and a low table. One wall had a floor-to-ceiling mirror, and a suspension system lined the ceiling near it.
He pulled the spanking bench out and chuckled as Jasper eagerly settled himself over it. “You said maybe to cock rings. You’re not getting off tonight unless I do. Do you need one?”
Jasper’s whimper was desperate.
Vincent hoped that meant Jasper understood that how things went from here determined if he got off tonight. Not that Vincent had any intention of them going to bed less than utterly sated.
“Probably, Sir.”
“Good answer.” Jasper may have managed to hold off an orgasm when ordered, but he didn’t want to push him into safewording tonight. He picked out a wide lightweight paddle and a leather ring and reached under Jasper to fasten it in place. “When’s the last time you came, pet?” Once he’d secured Jasper’s limbs, he slid a hand over his ass, taking his time warming the skin.
“Last Thursday,” Jasper said, a pleading whine in his voice.
“Poor boy,” he said with a soft laugh, relishing the pleasure that came with Jasper’s obedience. He rested his hand on the small of Jasper’s back, sliding along his spine to ease his shallow breathing. “Relax. You’ve done this before.”
“Yeah, but—” Jasper squirmed, his breath stuttering as goose bumps rippled across his back.
“But?”
“It wasn’t as real then.”
“Because in the club I was a stranger who tied you up for a night?”
“Yeah,” Jasper replied, arching beneath the fingertips ghosting down his spine.
Vincent curled his fingers, lightly dragging his nails against Jasper’s skin, enjoying how responsive he was. And they hadn’t even gotten started. “And now?” he asked, shifting to run the edge of the paddle over Jasper’s thigh.
