“Can you handle that?”
He swallowed down the reflex to say he definitely could not handle that after an entire week. It might have sucked, but knowing Vincent was pleased with his restraint made it worth it. “Maybe.”
“Maybe?” Vincent asked, sounding amused. He motioned for Jasper’s leg.
Jasper shrugged, propping his foot on Vincent’s knee. “I don’t usually go this long without….” He flicked his fingers between his legs and rolled his eyes when Vincent didn’t completely hide a smirk.
“Tell you what,” Vincent said, securing the rope around Jasper’s heel and ankle, “if you can handle not getting off tonight, I’ll reward you in the morning.” He tightened the rope and ran it up the outside of Jasper’s leg before making a thick loop around his thigh.
The clench of heat in Jasper’s gut forced a soft groan out of him. He might have wanted to experiment with orgasm denial, but he’d thought it would stop at the point of ”no getting off through the week.” “Okay,” he said softly, switching his feet so Vincent could do his other leg.
Once all of his limbs were done, Vincent stood and put a sofa cushion on the table. “Kneel here,” he said, tugging Jasper’s legs as far apart as was comfortable once he was settled. He then proceeded to tie Jasper’s ankles to the back table legs and his thighs to the front ones.
Jasper glanced back as Vincent moved behind him, his breath catching in his chest when Vincent pulled his wrists back. When Vincent was finished, Jasper’s forearms were pressed together and tied to the same legs of the table as his ankles.
Vincent’s fingers ghosted up the length of his arms. “All good?” he asked, squeezing Jasper’s shoulders.
He tugged against the restraints and flexed his fingers. “I think so,” he said, wrinkling his nose when Vincent flicked it. He watched Vincent pick up the clamps and crop and sat, expecting him to do something other than cross his legs and stare. He opened his mouth to ask what he was supposed to do now, then thought better of it. Not like he could do much of anything, even if he wanted to.
He shifted his weight, straightening until he felt the rope biting into him, soft and rough and only a little yielding. Judging from the way Vincent watched him, the squirming was appreciated. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”
Vincent raised an eyebrow. “Is that an offer?” he asked, leaning forward. He brushed the crop against Jasper’s knee before lightly tapping it up the inside of his thigh.
Jasper stilled, all his attention focusing on the crop and the touch of leather on his skin. When it reached his balls, he instinctively tried to curl in on himself, but it was no use. His legs wouldn’t budge, and he couldn’t bend forward without feeling like he’d lose his balance. A small part of him expected Vincent to hurt him, to punish him for the mess of the past couple of days. Why else would he be more interested in torment than sex?
He didn’t realize the crop had moved on until the edge of it scraped up his throat and along his jaw, coming to rest against his lower lip.
“Breathe.”
Jasper squeezed his eyes shut as he forced a shuddery breath into his lungs. The crop beneath his chin was an insistent pressure he didn’t resist. He tipped his head up, letting Vincent’s lips distract him. The kiss was as unyielding as his bindings and was nothing but pure bliss. He leaned forward with a groan of protest when Vincent pulled back.
“Relax, pet. We’re just getting started.”
That didn’t sound as much like a threat as it should have. If anything it sounded like a promise for a long night.
He licked his lips and took a slow breath, and then another, letting the cushion and restraints take his weight. “What do you plan on doing to me, Sir?”
“Give you a taste of a crop for starters.” Vincent hummed and gave a light smack to Jasper’s inner thigh. “Then we’ll play a little game.”
That sounded vaguely like a threat, but it still sent a shiver of excitement through him. He let out a slow breath and focused on Vincent’s stomach. “Sounds fun.”
“Good boy.” Vincent buried his fingers in Jasper’s hair and tightened them into a firm grip. He brought the crop down on Jasper’s thigh with a sharp thwack.
Jasper jumped with an instinctive hiss before realizing it didn’t actually hurt. The faint sting was already gone, but Vincent replaced it with another a moment later. The crop went down one leg and up the other, getting a little harder with each strike.
By the time Vincent moved behind him and started on his ass, the lingering stings on his thighs had dissolved into thrumming blossoms of heat. The pain was sharp but fleeting. Different from the dull impact of a paddle.
He was still trying to decide which he preferred when Vincent pressed the shaft of the crop against his lips.
“Open up, pet. You’re going to hold this for me, without leaving teeth marks and without dropping it. Understand?”
Jasper tipped his head back. “Is this the game, Sir?”
Vincent chuckled and lightly tapped the crop against Jasper’s lips. “The start of it.”
He let out a slow breath, though it did nothing to calm the nerves twisting his stomach into knots. He opened his mouth and carefully bit down on the crop. The pop of the lube cap was his only warning, but it was enough that he didn’t clamp his jaw against the crop when Vincent’s finger pushed into him.
Vincent’s hum of approval sent shivers down Jasper’s spine.
