Jasper huffed, refraining from rolling his eyes, but only barely.
Twenty minutes later, he was shirtless and had a sock on his left foot and right hand, since wrong answers required adding a piece of clothing, apparently. His pants were unbuttoned and unzipped, and it was getting harder to focus on the questions. Especially when Vincent kept absently rubbing himself between each one.
Two more right answers and he finally had both socks off.
And then Vincent casually pulled something metal out of his pocket and set it on the table. “Instead of your clothes, the next answer you get wrong, you’ll put these on.”
He stared at the little silver clamps, held together by a delicate chain. He bit his lower lip to stifle his moan at the spike of heat that went through him. Fuck.Fuck. This was so not fair. On the one hand, he remembered how good those had felt the last time. On the other, they’d hurt like abitch. “Just those?” he asked. His voice came out strained.
“Just those.”
Jasper licked his lips and forced his eyes away, glancing at Vincent instead. This was a scene. Nothing more. A game. He could say no. He could try to answer the rest of the questions correctly and not have to put them on at all. Or he coulddeliberatelymiss. Let Vincent attach them. Suffer the torment of clamps on his nipples until the game ended.
It was his choice. The thrill of exhilaration as that fact fully cemented in his head filled him with an entirely different kind of heat.
“Okay,” he finally said, and the game continued.
He could have answered the next question correctly. Could have lost his pants and been one question away from his reward.
He chose not to.
When Vincenttsked and picked up the clamps, Jasper whimpered. Not that he could really complain. His dick was straining in his briefs even before Vincent rubbed his nipples into hard nubs.
And when the cold metal sank into the sensitive flesh, he hissed and arched in his seat. “Fuck!”
Vincent chuckled, running his thumb over Jasper’s lips and stepping back. He sat and picked up the cards. “Only two questions away from your reward, pet. If you want it.”
Jasper shivered, focusing on his breathing instead of his stinging nipples. He almost had to sit on his own hands to keep from ripping the clamps off.Didhe want his reward now? Or did he want to drag this out?
In the end, he couldn’t remember the answer to the next question anyway and shrugged his shirt back on.
Vincent was blatantly rubbing himself, and Jasper was completely sure it was meant as a distraction.
One that worked far too well. He couldn’t even focus enough to understand the next question, much less answer it correctly. All he wanted right then was Vincent’s hands on him. Pushing him down. Taking him. Making him come.
His breathing was unsteady as Vincent unzipped his own pants. That was so not fair. That wascheating. He shoved his hands under his thighs with a soft whine. “Please.”
Vincent stood and crossed the short distance between them again. His fingers tangled in Jasper’s hair, curling tight and forcing his head back. “Please what, pet?”
The moan that escaped him was low and needy even to his own ears. “Please fuck me, Sir.”
“I plan on it,” Vincent purred, leaning down to steal a kiss. “The only question is if you get off with me.”
Jasper whined again, chasing after Vincent’s lips, but he was already stepping back.
“Last question, pet. All or nothing.” Vincent shuffled through the cards on the table and pulled one out, then eyed Jasper with a faint smirk. “What is the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow?”
“What?” Jasper blinked and stared at him with a frown, confusion cutting through the arousal and distraction of his current situation. Why did that sound familiar? It sounded like… a quote? He grinned with relief as he remembered where it came from. Quick on its heels was the realization that Vincent was a giant geek. “African or European?”
Vincent laughed, tossing the card aside. “Very good, pet.” He looked Jasper over with a soft hum, tracing a fingertip along his jaw. “On your feet.”
Once up, Vincent pulled him into a kiss, the rough fingers in his hair making him gasp.
He clutched at Vincent’s shirt, moaning into his mouth. Yes, yes,yes.Finally. He melted into the kiss, shuddering as Vincent took him apart with only tongue and teeth and fingers in Jasper’s hair. A light tug on the small chain between the clamps sent a spark of intense heat straight to his dick.
His lips were tingling by the time Vincent pulled away.
“I’m going to bend you over the table, pet. We’ll start nice and slow, just how you like, and then I’m going to hold you down while I fuck you,” Vincent said, his voice low enough it sent shivers along Jasper’s spine.
