“No.”
Jasper grinned, giving Vincent’s balls a firm squeeze. Somehow, he didn’t believe that answer.
Vincent sighed into Jasper’s hair, sliding his hand over Jasper’s back and down to rub the sensitized flesh of his ass.
Jasper bit back a moan, the sharp reminder of his spanking pulsing through his blood. His fingers tightened around Vincent’s cock in return. It was definitely harder, and he wondered if he could handle being taken again so soon.
As if reading his mind, Vincent slid a finger between Jasper’s cheeks and rubbed against his entrance. “How sore are you?”
Jasper couldn’t hold back the soft moan even as he winced. “Sore. Your toys in the club didn’t exactly prepare me for you,” he murmured, squeezing Vincent through his sweats again.
Vincent’s chuckle was half moan. “How do you feel about wearing a plug through the week? To prepare you.”
“To class?” Jasper’s dick twitched at the thought, but he seriously doubted he could handle that.
Vincent laughed. “I was going to suggest a few hours each night, but by all means.”
Jasper grumbled and pressed his face into Vincent’s chest. “You really are a dick,” he grumbled. “Sir.” He yelped as Vincent answered with a quick smack to his ass.
“I’m going to have to do something about that mouth.”
Jasper lifted his head with a smirk. “You like my mouth.”
“I wouldn’t know, I haven’t used it yet,” Vincent replied, moving his hand from Jasper’s ass to his face and pushing him away. “Make me breakfast.”
Jasper spluttered as he stared at Vincent in shock. “What am I, your maid?”
“For the next two months,” Vincent said, rolling onto his side with his back to Jasper. “Now, pet. And don’t burn down my kitchen.”
Jasper stared a moment longer in disbelief before crawling out of bed. He headed to the bathroom, still grumbling under his breath as he made his way down to the kitchen. He had half a mind to call Keith andask if this was really part of the deal, but now that he thought about it, it wasn’t like they could do nothing but have sex the entire time he was here.
Not that he was against trying.
The kitchen was well stocked, and when he found a container of blueberries, he settled on blueberry pancakes. They were half gone and were about to start wrinkling, so he picked out the bad ones and dumped the rest in the batter.
If this was really going to be how his next several weekends went, he’d have to learn how to cook better. He could at least make simple things, but he was nowhere near “making spaghetti sauce from scratch” good. Though considering how well Vincent was at cooking, why the hell washestuck making breakfast?
Lazyass rich people.
Vincent joined him when Jasper was sliding the last deformed pancake onto a plate, and he paused at the sight of them with a soft laugh.
Jasper glared. “I said I could cook. Not cook well,” he grumbled. He took a plate and a glass of milk to the table, wincing as he sat, but it wasn’t as bad as he’d expected. “What do you plan on doing to me today?”
“Why would I tell you?” Vincent asked, settling next to him.
“Because I asked?”
Vincent raised an eyebrow, then turned back to his pancakes and took an almost hesitant bite. “Surprisingly edible.”
“Ass,” Jasper muttered. He glared as he shoved a forkful into his mouth.
“For someone at my mercy, you seem determined to test my patience,” Vincent replied, though he sounded more amused than anything.
Jasper smirked. “What are you going to do, spank me?”
Vincent chuckled, and it had far more dark amusement than it had previously. “You said maybe to orgasm denial.”
Jasper swallowed a whimper. Fuck. He had said maybe to that. But to be fair, he was sure everything seemed better in the controlled environment of his imagination.
