Chapter Four
VINCENT RETURNED to 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.
Vincent tsked 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.
“Please,” Jasper gasped.
Vincent let his fingers go still inside Jasper. “Please what, pet?” he asked, cupping Jasper’s cheek with his other hand. He pressed his thumb against Jasper’s lower lip, swollen from where Jasper had bitten down on it.
“Please let me.”
“Let you what?” Vincent asked. “I’m not stopping you from doing anything.” He raked his eyes over Jasper, thoroughly enjoying the sight: a warm, healthy flush in his limbs, neglected erection hard and steadily leaking, precum smeared against his stomach.
Jasper whimpered again, breaths hot and quick against Vincent’s thumb. “You can fuck me. Please, just—”
Vincent pressed his thumb against Jasper’s lips to stop him. “I didn’t ask to fuck you, so that’s off the table,” he said firmly. Christ, this brat was worse than any overeager sub he’d ever met. He refused to think how much trouble Jasper could end up in by playing with the wrong people.
He pulled both his hands away from Jasper and sat back, ignoring the frustrated whimper. “Now that you’re sufficiently aroused,” he said dryly, chuckling at the lovely flush that spread across Jasper’s nose, “why don’t you tell me what you want? And I suggest you be specific.”
Jasper remained silent for a moment, finally licking his lips and glancing up at Vincent. “You said you would suck me off.”
Vincent raised an eyebrow, keeping his expression neutral. “Did I?”
Jasper pressed his lips together in a frown. “You said you might.”
“I did say that,” Vincent agreed, enjoying the way Jasper squirmed when the silence stretched between them.
“Will you?”
“Will I what?”
“You know what,” Jasper snapped.
“Do I?” Vincent couldn’t help but rile Jasper up, especially since he was such a brat. He was quite a sight when flustered and aroused. And completely helpless to do anything about it.
Jasper glared at him, his throat working and muscles shifting as he strained against the straps holding his legs apart.
Vincent chuckled. “Is that what you want? For me to untie you? Let you go back to your friends like… that?” he asked, motioning between Jasper’s legs. “Flushed and hard and in desperate need of release?”
Jasper stilled and turned his head away. “No,” he whispered.
“Then you want to sit here while I admire every inch of you?” Vincent asked. “Not that I mind. I’m a voyeur, and you’re quite the sight. All hot and bothered. Hole twitching, in need of something to grab on to.”
Jasper made a strangled sound and turned scarlet, though his dick certainly enjoyed the visual.
Vincent hummed and lowered his voice. “You like hearing how good you look? I’d frame a picture of you right now and hang it near the entrance. Let everyone see the amazing little pet I found.”
“You wouldn’t,” Jasper said, breathless.
“I would. If you’d let me,” Vincent replied. “You don’t know half the things I would do to you given the chance,” he purred.
Jasper licked his lips and tilted his head enough to eye Vincent from the beneath his lashes. “Like sucking me off?”
“Is that what you want?”
Jasper nodded.
Vincent raised an eyebrow as he waited a moment. When Jasper didn’t take the hint, he tsked softly. “Then say it. I want to hear you say exactly what you want.”
Jasper swallowed, closing his eyes as he took a breath. “I want you to suck me off. Sir.”
Vincent nodded in approval and leaned forward. He grasped Jasper’s chin, holding him in place and pressing their lips together. He took his time deepening the kiss, exploring Jasper’s mouth for a few leisurely moments before pulling back.
“And is that all you want, pet?” he asked, trailing a line of wet kisses down Jasper’s throat. He took pity on him when all Jasper could do was make a strangled sound in reply. “What am I supposed to do with my hands?”
Jasper shivered, arching into Vincent’s lips. “In me,” he murmured. “I-I want your fingers inside me, Sir. Please.”
Vincent smiled against Jasper’s throat and pulled back.
There was the sub he’d been catching glimpses of.
Apparently it merely needed the proper coaxing.
“All right, then.” He picked up the condom, opened it, and worked it onto Jasper with his ungloved hand.
That done, he glanced up long enough to find Jasper watching him with wide eyes, then bent forward.
With a soft hum, he dragged his tongue up the underside of Jasper’s erection.
“Oh fuck,” Jasper breathed, valiantly trying to buck his hips forward.