He cleared his throat and muttered under his breath as he accepted that he was really about to do this. Then he toed off his shoes and socks and stepped closer to the chair. He was hyperaware of Vincent’s eyes on him as he toyed with the bottom button of his shirt.
“Changing your mind?”
Jasper took a breath and shook his head. “No.”
“No, what?”
“No, Sir.”
“Good boy,” Vincent purred, anddamnif that didn’t do pleasant things to Jasper’s stomach. “When you’re ready, then.”
Jasper resisted the urge to roll his eyes and shrugged his shirt off, then tossed it in Vincent’s face and kicked his pants aside. His boxers followed his shirt, and he smirked as Vincent dropped them to the floor with narrowed eyes.
Now that he’d committed to this, he sure as hell was going to have fun. It was either that or let the nerves paralyze him.
He let out a slow breath as he was left standing there. Naked. While Vincent sat and studied him, like he was some kind of statue to be admired.
He refused to fidget. This was some kind of test, he knew. He’d been around his cousin and her housemates long enough to at least know that much. He may not understand all the finer subtleties of the whole kink thing, but hopefully he knew enough not to make a fool of himself.
Vincent finally let out a soft hum that sounded like approval and stood. He moved across the room to the chest and pulled out a long strip of black silk. “Hands behind your back.”
Jasper clasped his hands behind him. He glanced over his shoulder as Vincent adjusted his arms until they were bent at the elbows, his hands clasping his forearms instead. The feel of the cloth winding around his arms set off a spike of panic in his chest, but he breathed through it. When Vincent finished, Jasper found he couldn’t budge his arms an inch, and the panic intensified enough that he squeezed his eyes shut.
Shit. This was such a bad idea. He didn’t even know this guy!
Vincent gripped Jasper’s biceps and pulled until Vincent was pressed flush against Jasper’s back. “If you say Red, I untie you, you get dressed, and you can go back downstairs,” he murmured into Jasper’s ear. “Understand?”
Jasper licked his lips and forced in a deep breath. And then another. He could do this. He could get free whenever he wanted, right? That was how this was supposed to work, at least according to Amber. “Yes,” he whispered.
“Good. Then give me a color.”
Jasper swallowed, surprised when Vincent didn’t move at all until he said, “Green.” He shivered as Vincent hummed again and finally moved his hands, sliding them down Jasper’s arms and over his chest.
That felt nice. For some reason, he’d expected a rougher touch. To be manhandled and pushed around, and he couldn’t stop the hitch in his breath when Vincent merely skimmed his palms over Jasper’s skin.
“You said you didn’t want pain,” Vincent said. “Does that mean you don’t like things rough either?”
“I don’t mind rough,” Jasper murmured, cracking his eyes open to watch Vincent’s hands. “But I don’t see how pain can be pleasurable.”
Vincent chuckled. “I see.” He moved a hand up to Jasper’s nipple, circling a finger around it. “Maybe I’ll show you sometime,” he said, rubbing the nipple between his fingers and then squeezing it.
Jasper bit back a groan as his head dropped to Vincent’s shoulder, sure he’d fall over if Vincent weren’t standing there. Why was it so hardto keep his balance with his arms trapped behind him? “You assume there’ll be a next time.” He tried to sound taunting, but the words came out breathless.
“Not enjoying this?”
Jasper valiantly tried to think of a smartass response, but then Vincent found both his nipples and tugged, and coherent thought abandoned him. He whimpered, his knees threatening to give out on him too. The low, rich sound of Vincent’s laugh in his ear didn’t help in the least. “Fucker,” he moaned.
Vincenttsked and pulled his hands away. He tangled his fingers in Jasper’s hair instead and gave a sharp tug. “You have a strange way of showing your appreciation. Don’t tell me you don’t know at least basic etiquette.”
Jasper shivered, surprised at the intensity of the arousal that shot through him and pooled in his gut from the tug. “Yes,” he said, moaning at the pointed jerk Vincent gave his hair. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy,” Vincent said, releasing him. He dragged blunt nails down Jasper’s back and stepped around him, glancing down with a smirk. “You sure seem to be enjoying yourself.”
“Fuck you, Sir,” Jasper replied lightly, because he could.
Vincent snorted, then grasped Jasper’s chin and tipped his head back. “I should have known you’d need a gag,” he said, pressing two fingers past Jasper’s lips. “For now this will do.”
Jasper’s eyes widened, and he let out a muffled curse around Vincent’s fingers. What the hell? He tried to pull away, but Vincent held his chin in a firm grip, moving his fingers in and out in quick thrusts. When he finally pulled them away, they were slick with saliva. Jasper hardly had time to tell Vincent off for putting hisfingersin Jasper’smouthbefore those same fingers were rubbing against his entrance.
