Pleasure washed over him and erased any lingering pain from the crop. He renewed his struggling, enjoying the way the rope dug into his skin, but he was far more interested in helping Vincent’s fingers than getting free. Especially when Vincent’s lips found his neck, and fingers found his nipple. A muffled “Yeah,” escaped around the crop, along with a bit of saliva.
Vincent took his time, alternating between one nipple and the other until Jasper was on the verge of whimpering. When the fingers finally disappeared, Jasper sagged in a mixture of relief and disappointment. He squeezed his eyes shut and struggled to catch his breath without dropping the crop.
And then dull metal bit into his nipples without warning. His entire body flinched and strained against the ropes hard enough the table should have ripped to pieces. It wasn’t until the shock and almost-pain wore off that he realized the strange sounds he was hearing were coming from his own throat. And that the crop wasn’t between his teeth anymore.
“Fuck,” he whispered.
“Indeed.” Vincent retrieved the crop with a softtskand set it on the couch. “Ready for part two?” he asked, picking up the last piece of black rope. He didn’t wait for a response as he tied one end to the rope on Jasper’s thigh.
Even when Vincent put the rope through the end of the chains on the nipple clamps, Jasper didn’t quite comprehend what he was doing. It wasn’t until Vincent put the other end of the rope through the loop on his other thigh and pressed Jasper down that he understood.
“No.” His initial urge to get free ended as quickly as it started when the pressure on the clamps left him gasping.
Vincent tipped Jasper’s chin up with a finger. “You’ll need to give me a word I understand.”
Jasper blinked, trying to breathe without moving too much. “What?”
Vincent crouched in front of the table and pressed a brief kiss to Jasper’s lips. “A color, pet.”
He blinked again and let out a shuddery breath. “Oh.” He swallowed the instinctive urge to say red so Vincent would remove the rope. Now that the shock was wearing off, this wasn’t too much. It was almost overwhelming, but in a good way. He wanted to see if it would feel even better. “Green.”
Vincent’s brief smile of approval caused a ripple of goose bumps on Jasper’s arms. “Good. Then the scene ends when the clamps come off,” he said as he stood up. “And I have no intention of removing them myself.”
“What?” Something that wasn’t quite panic formed in the pit of Jasper’s stomach. He instinctively tried to straighten and ended up curling into himself with a hiss instead. With the clamps attached to his legs, he was effectively trapped in an upright fetal position. He saw Vincent move from the corner of his eye and braced himself, but the sharp sting of leather on his ass still made him flinch. Sparks of exquisite agony exploded from the clamps before reforming as heat between his legs.
Pain melded with and became pleasure as Vincent continued, landing the crop on Jasper’s ass and thighs and occasionally his shoulders. His skin ached, and the ropes dug into his limbs, keeping him immobile. Unable to escape. Helpless to do anything but surrender to the hazy blanket of sensation settling over him.
He wasn’t sure how long it lasted. It could have been only minutes, but it felt like hours. Long enough for coherent thought to slip beyond his grasp. His entire existence coalesced into the thrum of heat covering his body, interspersed with sharp tingles of pain or pleasure or both. He was distantly aware of cool fingers brushing over his abused flesh, but even those light touches were a mixture of agony and pleasure.
And then the crop was between his legs, a quick flick of leather against his balls. Then the hard, ridged, unyielding handle of the crop pressed into him, his body arching into it despite the sharp pleasure-pain-pleasure on his nipples. White-hot bliss followed, cascading through him as the agony of the metal snapping free of his nipples blossomed into torturous relief. Everything went dull and hazy after that.
Vincent was talking, but Jasper couldn’t grab on to the words long enough to find their meaning. He thought the tone was reassuring, or approving, maybe. Soft and rough in a way that made him shiver.
And then Vincent’s arms were around him, and he breathed in Vincent’s cologne, his body warm and heavy, and nothing else mattered.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
THE MOMENTJasper came from his crop was the moment Vincent gave up any lingering hope of not becoming utterly captivated.
It wasn’t so much the coming untouched that fascinated him. It was the way Jasper allowed himself to be bound so completely. How he freely offered his submission to Vincent.
He’d played with his fair share of subs, switches, and Doms, but Jasper…. Maybe it was Jasper’s inexperience making everything new again, but this felt different. It felt like Jasper needed this as much as Vincent did.
He set the crop down and ran his fingers over Jasper’s flushed skin, marveling at his responsiveness. He’d read books, even heard others talk about a perfect sub they’d found, but outside of the occasional fantasy, he’d given up on ever finding one for himself, much less in his own living room.
Getting Jasper untied and to the couch was easier said than done, but Vincent managed. He wasn’t too surprised when Jasper settled across his lap and latched on to him like he never meant to let go. He’d caught glimpses of Jasper’s clinginess already, especially after an intense scene, but he didn’t mind.
It was a nice change from what he was used to.
He got comfortable, propping a foot on the edge of the table and resting his arms around Jasper.
It’d been years since someone had offered themselves to him so eagerly. Years since he’d experienced this strong a pull towards someone.
He trailed his fingers down Jasper’s arm to his thigh, working the rope off with one hand. Then he did the same to the other leg and tossed the ropes and clamps tangled in them aside.
Jasper didn’t react until Vincent tried to get the rope off one of his arms, tightening his grip and pressing his face into Vincent’s neck with a soft whine.
“Okay,” Vincent whispered, rubbing his palm against Jasper’s arm. “It can wait. You’re not going anywhere.” Once Jasper settled again, he propped his cheek against Jasper’s head to wait.
