“Oh fuck,” he gasped. He arched into Vincent with a strangled whimper as a single finger pressed into him.
“I would have enjoyed playing with you more, but you obviously have no desire for foreplay,” Vincent said, as if he were commenting on the weather. “I might have even sucked you off, but if all you want is a quickie, I’ll give you what you want.”
Jasper moaned when Vincent nudged his finger deeper, his hips jerking forward at the thought of Vincent’s mouth on him. No way wouldVincent really do that. Would he? “No. Wait,” he said, trying to get away from the finger and only managing to rub against Vincent. “Please.”
Vincent stilled with a soft hum. “Please what?”
Jasper squirmed as embarrassment crawled through his veins, dropping his forehead to Vincent’s shoulder. Bastard. Of course he was the perfect few inches taller. “Please…. Foreplay.”
Vincent hummed again as if considering it, then pulled his hand away. “I don’t think you’ve earned it.”
Jasper swallowed, a strange warmth spreading through him. He wanted Vincent to tell him he’d earned it. He wanted—he very much wanted—to earn it.
He turned his head, carefully nuzzling against Vincent’s neck. “How can I?” he asked, momentarily distracted by how good Vincent smelled. Sandalwood and citrus. “Sir.”
Vincent slid his fingers into Jasper’s hair again and pulled. Not hard, disappointingly, but tight enough that Jasper swallowed a groan. Vincent studied him with his intense hazel eyes for a moment before loosening his grip. “Ask nicely for what you want.”
Heat crept into Jasper’s face as he imagined all the things he could ask for. He never thought he’d ever be in this kind of situation in real life. Standing in a private room in a fetish club. With an actual Dom. If there was anyone on the planet he could actually ask to indulge any of his fantasies—
But he was already tied up. Kinda. He wasn’t sure he could handle adding blindfolds or gags tonight.
His attention flicked to Vincent’s lips, and he tipped his head back. “Will you kiss me?”
“With pleasure.” Vincent’s fingers caught Jasper’s chin, holding him steady as he closed the distance between them.
Andfuck, Vincent could kiss. He kissed Jasper with intention. Like kissing was his sole purpose of existence. Maybe it was all part of being a Dom, but Jasper could get used to itfartoo easily. No one had ever kissed him like it was a luxury rather than a means to an end. By the time Vincent’s lips ghosted across Jasper’s jaw and moved to his neck, his apprehension at being bound and helpless faded. Forming in its place was something else he was all too familiar with.
Infatuation.
He stared at the ceiling and fought the sudden urge to laugh. Fuck, what waswrongwith him? He’d sworn off anything close to relationships after the last one ended in a dumpster fire. Like hell he was going to eventhinkabout getting involved with Vincent. As if it were even possible. This was a one-time deal. A bit of fun before the next semester started.
“Planning on kissing me all night?” he asked, his voice hitching as Vincent’s teeth grazed his neck. “Thought you were going to make my fantasy come to life?” Taunting the guy who had him tied up was probably a worse idea than letting a stranger tie him up in the first place, but at least it helped him keep his feet under him, instead of throwing himself at said stranger like a dumbass.
Vincent chuckled and lifted his head from Jasper’s neck. “Your mouth ever get you into trouble?”
Jasper grinned, his smartass response cut off by Vincent claiming his lips again. At least Vincent seemed to have a good sense of humor. Andgods, he was such a good kisser. To the point that Jasper chased after Vincent when he pulled away.
“In the chair,” Vincent said, his voice a bit rougher.
Goose bumps broke out on Jasper’s arms; Vincent sounded as wrecked as Jasper felt. He barely even considered protesting as he took a seat.
Vincent stood in front of him and let out a slow breath. “Good boy.”
Jasper shivered at the warmth that traveled through him from the praise. He tipped his head up as Vincent touched his cheek and leaned into Vincent’s palm, still surprised by the gentle touches.
Vincent guided Jasper back against the chair with his fingertips against Jasper’s chest, then traced his thumb along Jasper’s lower lip. “Relax,” he said. He hooked a hand under Jasper’s knee and lifted it up and over the arm of the chair before leaning down.
Jasper shifted against the awkward position, his eyes widening as Vincent secured something around his leg, above his knee. He let out a strangled sound as he tried to pull his knees back together, only to have his leg kept in place by the restraint.
“Shh,” Vincent soothed, running his fingers through Jasper’s hair. “I thought you wanted foreplay?” He pinched Jasper’s nipple, then secured his other leg to the opposite arm.
Jasper whimpered as Vincent stepped back, his skin tingling as Vincent’s intense gaze took in every inch of him. He wasutterly exposed and helpless and… fuck. He liked it. Something not quite panic and more intense than excitement coursed through him, settling in his gut. Whatever it was, he relaxed into it as easily as a warm bath.
It was liberating. This…. This was what he’d been wanting without really knowing how to get it.
Vincent ran his fingers through Jasper’s hair again with an approving murmur. “That’s it. Now the real fun can start.”
Jasper shivered and had a momentary thought that maybe he should be worried but decided to hell with it.
