Chapter Ten
TEN MINUTES. That was more than enough time for a shower, though the moment the water hit Jasper’s ass, the shock of the sting was almost paralyzing. And that was a novelty he hoped never wore off.
He couldn’t believe he’d finally been spanked and fucked like he’d wanted so badly the past few weeks. And Vincent was as good at sex as he was everything else. And the sounds he made when his composure finally slipped a little…. The memory alone was almost enough to get Jasper going again.
And now he was actually going to sleep with Vincent. In his bed. In his home. And wake up next to him, and maybe do it all again tomorrow. Instead of slinking home in a not-quite walk of shame.
If his brain hadn’t been so blissfully hazy right then, he was sure he’d be having a panic attack.
This was all so unbelievable he pinched himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. Which was pointless, considering his ass hurt worse than a pinch.
Then he remembered he was on a time limit and quickly finished up. He had to dash back to the playroom to get his toothbrush. Then he barely had time to get the toothpaste on all his teeth before he had to rinse and hurry down the hall, following the only light to the bedroom.
The door was open, and a lamp beside the bed was on. Vincent was sitting up reading a book. With glasses.
Jasper was struck frozen by the sight. First the apron and now glasses…. For some reason that made him question everything. Vincent was always so refined and in control; it was shocking to see him domestic.
“You’re staring,” Vincent said, glancing up as he closed his book.
Jasper grinned and stepped inside. “Am I not allowed to stare, Sir?” he asked, stopping beside the bed. He climbed in when Vincent pulled the covers back and pointed to the spot beside him. “Of course you have silk sheets,” he muttered, stretching out and wiggling against them with a soft sigh.
He rolled onto his side, watching Vincent set his glasses on the nightstand. “Terrance said I should call you my sugar daddy,” he said, blinking as he heard the book clatter to the floor.
“Don’t you dare,” Vincent said, leaning over to pick up the book.
“Sorry,” Jasper murmured, though he couldn’t quite help the grin tugging at his lips. He tried to hide his amusement but apparently not well enough since Vincent paused when he glanced over.
“What?”
Jasper shrugged and decided to hell with it. “Would you prefer glucose guardian?”
Vincent stared at him a moment, then rolled his eyes, though Jasper was sure he didn’t imagine the twitch of Vincent’s lips. “Absolutely not,” he said and turned off the light.
Jasper rolled his eyes right back in the safety of the dark, making a face with a sigh. He was pretty sure Vincent wasn’t annoyed, but still. The first few minutes alone with Vincent that didn’t involve kink or sex, and he was already fucking this up.
He kept to his side of the bed, unsure what was allowed here. At the club he’d managed to cuddle into Vincent, but this was different. This was Vincent’s home, and Jasper was glad he’d even been allowed in.
“Is there….” He cursed himself for not just going to sleep. Surely he couldn’t fuck anything up while unconscious. “Keith said you might make me sleep on the floor. With a chain.”
Vincent snorted, rolling onto his side, his face barely visible in the dark. “If you want to sleep on a mat while chained to my bed, I won’t stop you, but it’s not my personal preference.”
“Okay,” Jasper said, relieved. He might be enjoying things so far, but he much preferred being able to sleep in an actual bed.
Something close to a purr escaped him as Vincent’s fingers ran through his hair.
He took that as an invitation and shifted closer, twisting his fingers together so he wouldn’t reach for Vincent’s shirt.
Even if the lack of a suit made Vincent seem more approachable, he wasn’t about to push his luck.
“Thank you,” he said softly, closing his eyes.
“For dinner and everything. I’m glad you found me at the club.
And put up with me. And let me come here. ”
He was babbling, and he knew it, but he’d been fighting a twist of unease since waking up alone on the couch. It wasn’t like tonight was much different from what they’d done in the club, but it sure as hell had been more intense.
It wasn’t the sex either; he wasn’t a virgin. But the spanking had pushed him somewhere. Someplace where it didn’t matter what was going on so long as he felt safe and whatever Vincent did to him felt good. Keith had mentioned subspace briefly, but Jasper hadn’t expected it to feel like this.
Everything was still a little hazy. Like there was a warm, fuzzy blanket wrapped around all his senses. He didn’t exactly mind, but it left him feeling unbalanced. And clingy.
He wondered if this was how Matt felt when Jasper saw him with a dazed, contented, almost vacant expression some weekends when the others came back from the club.
And there was also the creeping doubt that Vincent might decide he wasn’t interested anymore, now that they’d had sex. The thought was an incessant scratchiness against the pleasure-numbed cocoon of his brain.
He blinked as Vincent gave a light tug on his hair.
“Something wrong, pet?” Vincent asked, his soft voice doing wonders to soothe Jasper’s nerves.
Jasper shook his head. Even sated and blissed out of his mind, he knew better than to voice any of those thoughts. “Can… would you mind holding me?” he asked instead.
“Come here.” Vincent shifted and slipped both his arms around Jasper. He tucked the blanket in, then pressed a kiss to the top of Jasper’s head. “Like this?”
Jasper nodded against Vincent’s shoulder, releasing a shuddering breath as his body relaxed. That felt nice. Really nice. Even if it did come with a flood of overwhelmed. Like every tension and fear he’d been keeping bottled up suddenly evaporated and was trying to escape all at once.
He was fine. He wasn’t going to cry. He could handle it. It would pass. He wasn’t going to cry. It wasn’t anything more than an emotional release. He wasn’t—fuck.
Somehow he managed to keep his breathing steady as warm wetness slipped across his nose. Thankfully either Vincent didn’t notice or didn’t mind, though his palm did trace a slow path up and down Jasper’s back.
He wasn’t sure how long it took for everything to run its course, but it left him exhausted and even more hazy. In a pleasantly dull sort of way.
Vincent ran his fingers lightly through Jasper’s hair with a soft, “Good night, pet.”
Jasper tried to respond, but it came out a garbled mess. He was already mostly unconscious.
WHEN JASPER woke, the sun was already coming up and he was still tucked against Vincent’s chest.
Vincent was asleep, and Jasper wasn’t about to move and disturb him. Especially when lying half on top of Vincent was a thrill in itself. The fact he didn’t have to get up and leave was even better.
He carefully snuggled closer, rubbing his cheek against Vincent’s soft shirt. How could anyone think Vincent was anything other than a surly teddy bear? Who liked to smack people, maybe, but everyone had their vices.
He closed his eyes with a soft hum, resting his hand on Vincent’s stomach.
When he couldn’t fall back asleep, he let his hand inch down and settle against Vincent’s thigh.
He ignored the nervous lurch in his stomach—what if Vincent didn’t want to be touched like he hadn’t in the club?
—but considering Vincent had chained him up and fucked him last night, he was at least 30 percent certain it was okay.
Vincent let out a sigh as Jasper slid his palm over Vincent’s morning wood. It turned into a soft moan when Jasper gently rubbed against it through the thin sweats.
Jasper shivered, surprised how much he wanted to touch Vincent and make him feel good.
With Shayne it had always been quick and rough, and if Shayne got off first, Jasper usually had to take care of himself.
Vincent hadn’t neglected his pleasure once.
Even when Jasper had refrained from touching himself, there’d been a sense of contentment in it.
Which made it easy to laze against Vincent’s chest and gently coax him into full hardness while trying not to wake him.
“Are you trying to earn brownie points?” Vincent asked, his voice rough with sleep.
Oops.
“Does that work on you?” Jasper asked without lifting his head. Or stopping his fingers.
“No.”
Jasper grinned, giving Vincent’s balls a firm squeeze. Somehow, he didn’t believe that answer.
Vincent sighed into Jasper’s hair, sliding his hand over Jasper’s back and down to rub the sensitized flesh of his ass.
Jasper bit back a moan, the sharp reminder of his spanking pulsing through his blood. His fingers tightened around Vincent’s cock in return. It was definitely harder, and he wondered if he could handle being taken again so soon.
As if reading his mind, Vincent slid a finger between Jasper’s cheeks and rubbed against his entrance. “How sore are you?”
Jasper couldn’t hold back the soft moan even as he winced. “Sore. Your toys in the club didn’t exactly prepare me for you,” he murmured, squeezing Vincent through his sweats again.
Vincent’s chuckle was half moan. “How do you feel about wearing a plug through the week? To prepare you.”
“To class?” Jasper’s dick twitched at the thought, but he seriously doubted he could handle that.
Vincent laughed. “I was going to suggest a few hours each night, but by all means.”
Jasper grumbled and pressed his face into Vincent’s chest. “You really are a dick,” he grumbled. “Sir.” He yelped as Vincent answered with a quick smack to his ass.
“I’m going to have to do something about that mouth.”
Jasper lifted his head with a smirk. “You like my mouth.”
“I wouldn’t know, I haven’t used it yet,” Vincent replied, moving his hand from Jasper’s ass to his face and pushing him away. “Make me breakfast.”
Jasper spluttered as he stared at Vincent in shock. “What am I, your maid?”