Jasper huffed. “Am I ever going to get to see you naked?” he asked dryly, sliding backwards off Vincent’s lap.
“Maybe.” It certainly wasn’t something he planned to address in the next few weeks, though.
“I have time for a shower?” Jasper called from the stairs.
“Sure.” He gave Jasper a minute to get in the shower, then headed up to change.
Maybe he should have mentioned his preference for the total power exchange dynamic before signing a contract, but he hadn’t wanted to scare Jasper off. Besides, these two months were to see if they were as compatible outside the playroom as they were inside. If Jasper wasn’t ready to walk away at the end, he could bring up the idea of an official TPE then.
He didn’t bother with a suit, pulling on dark jeans and a long-sleeved shirt instead. He waited at the bottom of the stairs for Jasper, then grabbed his keys and opened the door to the garage when Jasper was ready.
He could have called his driver, but he didn’t have any particular destination in mind. And there was no sense spending money on a sports car if he wasn’t going to use it once in a while.
Vincent closed the door behind them as Jasper hurried around to the passenger side with a grin, running his fingers across the hood. Once they were buckled, he raised an eyebrow at Vincent. “You actually know how to drive?”
“No,” Vincent replied. He backed out of the garage quickly enough that Jasper latched on to the door with something close to a screech.
“You really are a dick,” Jasper grumbled, tightening his seat belt.
Vincent snorted. “I’m sure you were warned about that more than once.” He stopped at the end of the driveway to wait for the garage door to close. He found his sunglasses and slipped them on, then backed into the street at a more reasonable speed.
Jasper settled into his seat, running his fingers over the leather and fiddling with the AC. “So where are we going?”
“Have a suggestion?”
“Not really.” Jasper finally got the vents pointed how he wanted and sat back. “Unless you wanna go to the arcade or something. You could get your ass kicked by the common-class citizens,” he added with a grin.
“Is that your way of saying you think I need my ass kicked?” He wasn’t sure if he was more offended by Jasper apparently seeing him as some high-and-mighty millionaire, or as someone who’d never played a video game.
“Whaaaat? I’d never.”
Vincent shot Jasper an unimpressed look. “That wide-eyed innocent expression isn’t convincing.”
“No? Do I need to flutter my eyelashes more?”
“You expect me to help you become even more of a brat?”
Jasperhmmed, and Vincent could hear the impish smirk in it. “The contract says you’ll provide anything I need for our time together.”
Vincent laughed. Christ. How had Jasper not been scooped up yet? “Speaking of things you need….” If Jasper was going to be at the club as his sub, he needed to be dressed properly. “You need a suit.” He would have suggested leather of some kind, but he doubted Jasper would be comfortable in any kind of fetish gear in public. Not yet, anyway.
“Whyyy do I need a suit?”
“Everyone should have at least one.”
Jasper fell silent, and Vincent waited for some kind of protest that didn’t come.
As far as second gifts went, it might have been a little expensive, but it was as much for his benefit as Jasper’s. Maybe more.
Jasper was still oddly silent by the time they parked at a strip mall, but he got out and followed Vincent inside the small suit shop without hesitation.
Vincent watched from the corner of his eye as Jasper pulled a suit sleeve out, checked the price tag, and immediately dropped it and stepped back.
It wasn’t until Vincent picked a suit off the rack and held it out to him that Jasper finally spoke. “I can’t accept this.”
“Then it won’t be yours. You can think of it as another item I’m adding to the playroom.”
Jasper squinted at him, apparently unconvinced, before eyeing the suit like it was a snake. He finally took it with a sigh and draped it over his arm.
