“Yes, Sir,” Jasper said, voice muffled against Vincent’s neck. “So you can take what you need without worrying about hurting me.”
“Good boy. Very good, pet.” He held Jasper like that for several long minutes, letting him soak in the praise. It was well-earned, considering where they’d started.
He pressed his lips to Jasper’s temple and flexed his fingers in blond hair. “No matter how well we work together, I can’t read your mind, pet. If you tell me green when you really mean red, you’re hurting both of us.”
“Yes, Sir,” Jasper whispered. “I understand. I won’t lie to you.”
Vincent nodded, and when he finally pulled back, he tipped Jasper’s face up for a quick kiss. “Good boy.”
Jasper tightened his fingers in the back of Vincent’s shirt, pressing close again and burying his face in Vincent’s neck. “Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re welcome, pet.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
JASPER WASstill riding the high of his breakthroughs well into late Sunday morning. Once that fundamental piece of information finally clicked, everything else seemed to slowly follow.
He could trust Vincent because while Vincent might be interested in tormenting him, he had no desire to do any actual harm. They could explore whatever they wanted, because it wasn’t aboutwhatthey did so much as making sure they both enjoyed it.
But Vincent had to know where Jasper drew the lines so he wouldn’t cross them.
The safewords were there to ensure they could stop if it didn’t feel right anymore. If the reality of a scene didn’t live up to the fantasy. He could use them because he trusted Vincent to listen and stop.
And once the fear and apprehension of having to commit to trying something new was gone, he found he had alotof fantasies. They were still pretty tame, compared to things he’d seen people talking about online, but they were still new and exciting. At least for him.
And wanting to serve Vincent, to get his coffee and make sure he had breakfast waiting for him when he woke up…. That was only the start. He wanted to be needed and wanted outside of the bedroom and playroom. He wanted to make Vincent’s life easier, despite the fact the dick was rich and already had it easy.
“What’s so funny?” Vincent asked, coming up beside him.
Jasper tipped his head back with a grin. “Nothing, Sir. Just thinking about how much I like being yours.”
The look Vincent gave him wasn’t convinced in the least.
A soft sigh of content escaped him as Vincent ran fingers through his hair.
“How’s the studying?”
Jasper whined. “Ugh. My head is going to explode.” At least he felt like he understood most of it, though whether it was from actually understanding or overconfidence, he wasn’t sure.
Vincent picked up the flash cards littering the table and sat beside him to flip through them. “How about a game?”
“What kind of game?” he asked, eyeing Vincent. Warmth flooded through him at that particular tone in Vincent’s voice. He obviously wanted something out of it, but Jasper hadn’t been disappointed with any of his suggestions yet. He doubted he’d ever be disappointed with Vincent when it came to sex.
“Every time you get an answer right, you can remove a piece of clothing.”
Seriously? “You want to play strip quiz? Is that why you made me get dressed this morning?” Judging by the twitch of Vincent’s lips, that was exactly why. He couldn’t believe Vincent hadplannedthis. Then again, he wasn’t exactly surprised. “What do I get when I’m naked?”
“A reward.” The heat in Vincent’s eyes left no doubt what the nature of the reward would be.
Anticipation and arousal pulsed through his body. “Okay.”
He moved his chair back when Vincent motioned him to do so, shifting in his seat when he was in full view. With Vincent’s full attention on him.
The first question was easy enough, and Vincent allowed him to remove his right sock. He dropped it with a slight frown, realizing the rules were backwards, but it wasn’t like it mattered.
His second correct answer only got him a single button of his shirt undone. “So not fair, Sir,” he grumbled. “You said a piece of clothing for every right answer.”
“A button is a piece of clothing. Next question.”
