He had a safeword for a reason.
CHAPTER FOUR
VINCENT RETURNEDto the chest for lube and a condom, eyeing the numerous clamps and gags. The clamps were tempting, but he decided not to risk overwhelming Jasper his first time in a scene.
He closed the chest, grabbed a latex-free glove from the wall dispenser, and deposited everything on the table. Then he stepped behind Jasper’s chair and tipped it back, biting back a laugh as Jasper gave an undignified yelp. He gripped both sides of the chair and dragged it towards the table and sofa, turning it to set it on all fours again.
He sat on the edge of the table, raising an eyebrow at Jasper’s glare. “Problem, brat?”
Jasper raised an eyebrow in return, then rolled his eyes and shifted against his restraints. “No,” he replied. “Sir.”
“Good.” Vincent pulled the glove on and popped the lube open to coat his fingers, aware of Jasper’s eager stare. He tilted his head, waiting to see if Jasper had anything more to say. When he remained silent, Vincent leaned forward. He braced his ungloved hand on the chair and sealed his lips around Jasper’s nipple without preamble.
Jasper arched with a groan. It turned into a hissed curse when Vincent bit into the sensitive flesh, and he regretted not grabbing the clamps.
Vincent tugged at the nipple with his teeth, rubbing his fingers against Jasper’s entrance at the same time.
The sound Jasper made was somewhere between a whimper and a sob, and he alternated between fighting against his restraints and slumping in defeat. Vincent moved his lips to the other nipple, circling it with his tongue until it hardened. When he sucked it into his mouth, he pressed a finger into Jasper, enjoying the drawn-out groan as it rumbled through his chest. He sank his teeth into Jasper’s nipple again, hard enough to make Jasper’s entire body jerk, and then he let go and sat back.
Vincent moved his hand from the chair to Jasper’s thigh, taking in the delectable sight of him—flushed, exposed, and panting. “How’s it feel?” he asked, pushing his finger in until his knuckles settled against Jasper’s ass.
Jasper struggled against the restraints again briefly before slumping and turning his face away. As if he still had some misconception that he could hide. “Get on with it,” he muttered, his ears pink.
Vincenttsked and curled his finger a bit. “That wasn’t an answer.”
Jasper whined and managed a weak glare, though it failed to cover his pout. “Would feel better if you got on with it.”
“I know it would.” Vincent pulled his finger out and absently fondled Jasper’s balls instead. “But I can do this all night without breaking a sweat. Keep being a brat and I will.”
Jasper grumbled something that sounded like “Fucker” as he stared at Vincent’s chest. He licked his lips and let out a slow breath. “Feels good.”
Vincent hummed in approval. He added more lube and a second finger when he pressed in again. “How long’s it been since you were taken care of?” he asked. Surely Jasper had a boyfriend or girlfriend somewhere. He’d been almost infuriatingly responsive so far—in the way that made Vincent want to seek out every single one of Jasper’s buttons and push them until he begged for mercy.
“None of your business,” Jasper said through clenched teeth. “Sir.”
“Fair enough,” Vincent replied, flexing his fingers.
Jasper turned his head with a soft choked-off whimper, trying and failing to press his face against the chair.
Vincent contented himself with working his fingers into Jasper. Stretching him. Avoiding his prostate and the pleasure it would bring. With his other hand, he explored Jasper’s body, sliding over a straining thigh and the taut muscles of his stomach.
He brushed his palm over the swollen leaking head of Jasper’s arousal, his touch light enough to draw a shuddering gasp out of Jasper, then moved his hand away. Up Jasper’s chest to rest against his throat and feel the quick pulse beneath.
“Are you enjoying this?” he asked, tracing his thumb over Jasper’s lip.
“You call this foreplay?” Jasper asked, his voice coming out remarkably steady, considering. “Sir?”
Vincent snorted softly at the pointed delays in the “Sirs.” Jasper’s future Dom was going to have their hands full breaking him in. “You’re tied up, naked, and completely at my mercy. What would you call it?” he asked. “Pet?”
He noticed Jasper’s expression shift, but didn’t give the brat time to figure out if he liked the pet name or not. He pressed his fingers deeper, finding the spot he’d been avoiding.
The response was instant and glorious: Jasper’s eyes widened as his body arched as much as the restraints allowed, his mouth open on a gasp that didn’t quite escape his throat. Ignoring the way his pants felt tighter, Vincent drew his fingers out, let Jasper take a single shuddering breath, then pushed them back in to hit the same spot.
This time Jasper choked on a groan, shifting his hips to try and drive Vincent’s fingers in deeper. His eyes squeezed shut as Vincent continued moving his fingers. Drawing out slowly, then shoving back in with a quick thrust, ensuring he pressed nice and hard, and repeating.
Over. And over. And over.
Vincent didn’t stop until Jasper let out a choked sob, tears of frustration in the corners of his eyes.
