Chapter Nine
THE CLICK of the pen shot an admittedly nervous thrill through Vincent.
Considering how roughly the evening had started, Vincent was sure Jasper seeing him in his own home would ruin whatever fantasy the brat had.
Or that Vincent would ruin it by being, well, himself.
Christ, how long had it been since he’d had a sub in his home?
A year? Not since before he’d gotten the club up and running.
Longer since he’d had a sub he could truly call his own.
He finished putting everything away, then picked up the contract and stared at Jasper’s name scrawled across the bottom.
Jasper Saris.
He grabbed the pen to add his name below Jasper’s—Vincent Thornwell—and set the pen and contract on the island.
Thankfully the not-so-insignificant act of signing a contract, no matter how short-term, eased a tension he hadn’t been aware of until he’d had dinner with Jasper last week.
But there was also the lingering flicker of nerves.
There was a marked difference between playing a temporary role for someone in the club and taking on a sub.
Taking full responsibility for someone for any prolonged period of time was a major undertaking, especially with someone as green as Jasper.
He turned back to Jasper, enjoying the way he was trying not to fidget in his seat. “Come here, pet,” he ordered, pitching his voice lower.
Jasper scrambled to his feet, stopping in front of Vincent and even putting his hands behind his back.
Another Dom might have found the upturned gaze annoying, or played at being insulted, but Vincent saw no point in posturing.
This had never been anything less than a core need for him, and Jasper was new enough to both kink in general and being Vincent’s sub specifically that disciplining him for anything would be no different from disciplining him for ignorance.
Which was pointless, and a level of cruel Vincent had no interest in.
“Strip,” Vincent said, holding his hand out for Jasper’s clothes.
He folded and set them beside the contract as Jasper complied.
Then he stepped behind Jasper, resting his hands on Jasper’s shoulders and slowly sliding them down his back to his hips.
“You’re to stay naked unless I tell you to dress. Do you understand?”
Jasper made a noise close to a squeak and shivered, but his voice was steady when he replied, “Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy.” He tilted his head, pressing light kisses to Jasper’s neck and along his shoulder. Jasper smelled clean, like soap and a hint of the mango he’d caught in the club. Vincent’s hands wandered, tracing the curves of Jasper’s hips, following the dip of Jasper’s spine and around to his chest.
His fingers found Jasper’s nipples and absently circled them, earning hitched breaths. “We’re going to go up to my playroom, and I’m going to redden your ass, pet. Then I’m going to play with your body. And if you’re good, I may fuck you like you begged me to that first night.”
Jasper leaned into Vincent with a moan. “Yes, Sir. I’ll be good.”
Vincent chuckled and smacked Jasper’s ass. “Good. Then get upstairs.”
He led Jasper into his playroom and closed the door.
Inside wasn’t unlike some of the rooms in the club.
Two chests for his toys and paraphernalia, a spanking horse only a tad simpler than the one they’d used at the club, a small fridge, sofa, and a low table.
One wall had a floor-to-ceiling mirror, and a suspension system lined the ceiling near it.
He pulled the spanking bench out and chuckled as Jasper eagerly settled himself over it. “You said maybe to cock rings. You’re not getting off tonight unless I do. Do you need one?”
Jasper’s whimper was desperate.
Vincent hoped that meant Jasper understood that how things went from here determined if he got off tonight. Not that Vincent had any intention of them going to bed less than utterly sated.
“Probably, Sir.”
“Good answer.” Jasper may have managed to hold off an orgasm when ordered, but he didn’t want to push him into safewording tonight.
He picked out a wide lightweight paddle and a leather ring and reached under Jasper to fasten it in place.
“When’s the last time you came, pet?” Once he’d secured Jasper’s limbs, he slid a hand over his ass, taking his time warming the skin.
“Last Thursday,” Jasper said, a pleading whine in his voice.
“Poor boy,” he said with a soft laugh, relishing the pleasure that came with Jasper’s obedience. He rested his hand on the small of Jasper’s back, sliding along his spine to ease his shallow breathing. “Relax. You’ve done this before.”
“Yeah, but—” Jasper squirmed, his breath stuttering as goose bumps rippled across his back.
“But?”
“It wasn’t as real then.”
“Because in the club I was a stranger who tied you up for a night?”
“Yeah,” Jasper replied, arching beneath the fingertips ghosting down his spine.
Vincent curled his fingers, lightly dragging his nails against Jasper’s skin, enjoying how responsive he was. And they hadn’t even gotten started. “And now?” he asked, shifting to run the edge of the paddle over Jasper’s thigh.
Jasper let out a shuddery groan. “Now I’m yours.”
“Good boy.” Vincent trailed his fingertips back to Jasper’s ass and squeezed. “You’re mine now, pet. You can trust me to take care of you. All I ask for in return is your honesty. Can you give me that?”
“Yes, Sir.”
When Jasper exhaled and relaxed, Vincent pulled his hand away. He pressed the paddle against Jasper’s thigh for a moment, then brought it down on his ass.
Jasper arched beautifully with a sharp moan.
He should make it a standing rule that Jasper wasn’t allowed to come without permission if this was the result of a few days without release.
The paddle landed again on the other cheek, and Vincent slipped into the peace of the steady rhythm, the sharp echo of leather on flesh, and the sweet sounds each swat coaxed from Jasper’s throat.
Jasper’s cries grew steadily louder as the paddle landed over and over again, his breathing turning ragged.
“That’s it, pet,” Vincent purred, using a bit more force as Jasper’s ass flushed a nice red. “Your ass looks good like this. Pink and rosy and begging to be fucked.” He enjoyed the sounds Jasper made and could only imagine how much better they’d be with Vincent buried inside him.
Jasper eventually let out a soft whimper, bordering on pained, before slumping on top of the bench. He let out a long sigh, soft, half-aborted whines following.
Vincent slowed the paddle, sliding his other hand up Jasper’s back to run through his hair. “Good boy,” he murmured. “Stay just like that for me.”
He wasn’t sure how close to subspace Jasper was, but he wasn’t really pushing for it tonight. Walking Jasper through that recovery might be a bit too intense their first weekend together.
He helped Jasper to his feet and closer to the mirror.
He checked the cock ring, palming Jasper’s arousal and muffling the resulting moan with his lips.
“Hands up,” he ordered, fastening the cuffs at the end of the dangling chains around Jasper’s wrists.
They were high enough to keep Jasper’s arms above his head without straining them.
Vincent stepped back, taking in the sight of his pet. All his. For this weekend and the next two months at the very least. “How do you feel?” he asked, walking around Jasper and admiring the red ass. He poked a cheek, the flesh turning white and then reddening again when he pulled away.
“Hot, Sir,” Jasper murmured. “Hard and… good. I feel good.”
Vincent hummed and turned Jasper around so he was facing the mirror. He stood behind Jasper and rested a hand against Jasper’s throat. “You look good, pet.” He rocked his hips forward, letting Jasper feel how hard he was, and relished the needy moan that earned.
“I want to make you feel good, Sir. Please.”
“You are.” Vincent slid his palms over Jasper’s chest and down to his hips.
He dragged Jasper back, forcing him onto his toes as he rocked forward again, grinding into Jasper’s ass.
“You’re helpless to stop me from doing exactly what I want, pet,” he added, digging his fingers into Jasper’s hips before letting go.
Jasper stumbled a step as he regained his balance, a flush creeping up his neck when he finally saw himself in the mirror.
Vincent pinched Jasper’s nipples, tormenting them until Jasper was panting and fighting to keep his legs under him. Then he slid his hands down Jasper’s chest, chasing the tremors to his thighs and coaxing soft, pleading sounds from his throat.
Jasper’s ribs were ticklish. As soon as Vincent’s fingertips ghosted across them, he tried to twist down and away.
Their first night in the club, Vincent had found a spot above Jasper’s left hip; every time he pressed his thumb into it, Jasper moaned and relaxed.
His nipples and ears proved to be the most sensitive—to everything from caressing to biting.
Everywhere Vincent touched seemed to earn its own reaction. It wasn’t long until Jasper was struggling against the restraints and groaning in frustration. Vincent could get spoiled with a sub like this.
Once he was convinced he’d sought out every sensitive spot he’d find tonight, he slowly drew his hands away.
“Breathe,” he said, leaving Jasper to catch his breath as he grabbed a condom and the lube.
As he prepped, he watched Jasper regain his senses and rest more of his weight against the restraints.
He thumbed the button of his jeans open as he squeezed a generous amount of lube on his fingers and warmed it between them.
By the time he’d gotten the condom on with his other hand, Jasper’s breathing was more or less steady and his eyes were closed.
The first press of Vincent’s fingers was enough to get him going again.
Jasper’s eyes flew open, and he rocked into the pressure with a throaty moan. “Please.”