“Yes, Sir,” he breathed, the heat that had been building since he’d lost his first sock pooling in his gut.
Vincent’s fingers were warm against the back of his neck as those dark hazel eyes studied him. “You’ve said before that you like it rough.”
Jasper’s stomach flip-flopped. “Yeah.”
“How rough?” he asked, fingers flexing to get a firm grip on Jasper’s hair again.
Jasper whimpered and pulled against the hold, his knees threatening to go out on him when Vincent tightened his grip in response. “I don’t know,” he admitted with a shrug. “Never really….”
Vincent pressed another slow kiss to his lips. “You’ll tell me if it’s too much,” he said. Ordered.
Jasper shivered, managing a nod despite the tight grip on his hair. “Yes, Sir.”
It didn’t take long to get him bent over the table, and then Vincent pulled Jasper’s unbuttoned shirt from under him and slowly worked it down his arms and back. Hands and lips marked and claimed his flesh as each inch was bared.
Jasper shifted as he tried to find some relief, moaning and hissing by turns. The table forced the clamps to dig into his nipples, and the pain was exquisite. Vincent’s erection grinding against his ass was a promise of things to come. By the time Vincent made his way down Jasper’s back, Jasper could feel a dozen marks left in his skin. One on his shoulder still had a lingering ache from Vincent sinking his teeth in.
Once the shirt was off, Jasper pushed onto his elbows, breathing a soft sigh of relief as the pain on his nipples eased a bit.
Vincent pulled Jasper’s pants down and let them drop to the floor, then kicked them aside when Jasper stepped out of them. The briefs followed, but only enough for cool air to caress his ass where Vincent’s warmth had been, leaving his dick still trapped inside them.
With a hum, Vincent placed a kiss on Jasper’s lower back, then each asscheek, before leaving bites on both. “Hands on your ass, pet.”
“What?” Jasper blinked against the haze threatening to drown out the rest of the world and managed a glance over his shoulder at Vincent’s amused expression.
“Spread yourself for me.”
He blinked again, feeling the heat creeping into his neck and face. No way. Noway.That was worse than touching himself while Vincent watched.
But that had also been really,reallyhot.
Jasper whimpered, pushing his elbow up for balance, then dropping his forehead to the table. He took two shaky breaths before reaching his other hand back and grabbing his own asscheek.
“Good boy,” Vincent purred. “Now the other one.”
Jasper squeezed his eyes shut with a soft whine of protest, but he did as he was told. He grabbed his ass with both hands, spreading his cheeks, his fingertips brushing against the briefs still partially in place. It should have been mortifying, and it was, but he couldn’t ignore the way his dick twitched in approval. The position forced him onto his chest again, the clamps digging in hard enough to make him hiss.
“Good boy,” Vincent said again. “Thank you, pet.” He shifted behind Jasper, nudging his legs a bit farther apart. Following the snap of the lube-bottle cap, Vincent’s fingers began pressing inside. They disappeared momentarily, and Jasper wiggled impatiently against the table, yelping as the sharp smack of a palm against his thigh made him jump. He managed a glare over his shoulder, but only for a second before he had to relieve the pressure on his nipples. He stilled as Vincent’s hand settled against his lower back, anticipation curling through him, but the hard, blunt object pressing into him wasn’t a finger or a cock, and he whined as it stretched him open.
It slid all the way in and nudged against his prostate, the other end tucked against his balls. And when it started vibrating, Vincent’s hand was the only thing that kept him from arching right off the table. His voice caught on a strangled groan, his fingers digging into his ass as he pushed back, seeking more. “Fuck. Please.”
Vincent’s hand followed the path of Jasper’s spine, leaving a warm ripple of shivery pleasure behind. “Soon,” he murmured, pressing kisses across Jasper’s shoulders and neck, his other hand adjusting the vibrator so it continuously bumped against his prostate, making him see stars. Maybe that was from the clamps digging relentlessly into his nipples, or the fact he couldn’t steady his breathing.
He whined and tried to lift his chest off the table, gasping as Vincent immediately shoved him down with a hand on his back and a low sound of warning near his ear. It wasn’t quite a growl, but the rough handling still sent a shock of surprise through him, and a tiny spark of fear and adrenaline that momentarily wiped the arousal from his mind. He panted for air as he went still, only then realizing he’d moved both arms to the table for leverage but hadn’t tried to push himself up yet.
Vincent’s hand slid into his hair, curling into a tight grip and forcing his head to the side. “Color,” he demanded against Jasper’s ear.
Jasper managed a deep, shaky breath, blinking at Vincent’s hand where he’d grabbed Jasper’s left wrist to pin it to the table. The vibrator was still buzzing away in his ass, and now that the initial shock was fading, he noticed he was even harder now; his briefs felt practically soaked where his erection was still trapped in them.
Vincent shifted, starting to pull away, and Jasper shoved his hips back, moaning at the feel of Vincent’s cock grinding into him. “Yes,” he gasped. “Green.” He whimpered as Vincent’s grip tightened, hesitantly fighting him when Vincent forced his hand farther up the table, past his head. The shock of apprehension as Vincent overpowered him made his stomach bottom out, and a soft whine escaped him.
He struggled a bit harder as his other arm was shoved up to join the first, his wrists held to the table with one hand. Vincent was stronger than he looked, or maybe Jasper was just weak or wasn’t trying nearly as hard as he thought he was. He squirmed against the table as he was stretched out over it, chest heaving as exhilaration zinged through him. He expected to freak out any moment, and if it’d been anyone other than Vincent, he might have already been kicking and shouting for help.
He gasped as Vincent kicked his legs even farther apart, the vibrations suddenly vanishing as Vincent pulled the toy free. He didn’t even have a chance to get a breath for a complaint before he was filled again, Vincent’s thick cock pushing in without resistance and burying deep.
“Fuck,” Jasper hissed, arching with a groan. Vincent’s free hand braced against Jasper’s back, forcing him down again, and he cried outfrom the painful pressure against the nipple clamps. He tried to lift up, to find any leverage to relieve the pressure, but he was well and truly trapped, pinned in place by Vincent’s hands and his cock, fucking into him nice and slow as promised.
He flexed his wrists, seeking out that spark of exhilaration again, and was rewarded by Vincent slamming his hips forward and tightening his fingers to near bruising despite the awkward grip. “L-lemme go,” he whispered.
