Chapter Eleven
SLEEP WAS a long time coming for Vincent, but he didn’t mind.
Especially not when Jasper was a warm, relaxed, softly snoring mound of flesh beside him.
The brat was actually cute when he wasn’t running at the mouth.
The way sleep softened the edges of his sharp angles, and the closed eyes that hid the wary uncertainty that lived inside them.
Vincent may have suspected Jasper had deeper depths, but he still wasn’t prepared for how easily Jasper surrendered and submitted himself.
Or the intensity of his own reactions.
It didn’t help that Jasper responded as well to a spanking as he did to a kiss or a caress.
As if he instinctively sought any and all attention, like a plant seeking sunlight.
And the way he gave himself over to the scene, like he didn’t know how to hold part of himself back.
Completely unafraid to experience what Vincent had to offer in full.
Vincent had been like that, once upon a time. Now he tried to hold parts of himself back, even when the oxytocin flooding his system was screaming at him to collar Jasper and keep him forever.
He rubbed his eyes with a harsh sigh.
This was all such a bad, bad idea, but it was far too late now.
He’d had a taste, and he wanted more. Much more.
He wanted to find the edges of Jasper’s limits.
Wanted to see his expression when he was lost in both excruciating pleasure and sweet pain.
Wanted Jasper’s body as a canvas for the flogger of Vincent’s dominion.
Fuck.
Fuck.
He wasn’t young enough to wax poetic. And too old to be imagining an impossible future with a young man who hadn’t even learned to kink-swim yet.
Given a couple of years, Jasper would be able to hook any Dom he wanted.
And Vincent was petty enough to enjoy knowing not even half of them would be able to satisfy the damn brat.
“Jasper,” he whispered.
Jasper made a soft sound in his sleep and nuzzled closer, cutting Vincent off from continuing. Not that he knew what he would have said anyway.
He breathed a sigh into Jasper’s hair instead and closed his eyes.
VINCENT WOKE while it was still dark, with a raging hard-on and a lingering dream involving Jasper and tentacles. He scrubbed both hands against his face with a groan. Christ. Jasper was affecting him in all the wrong ways.
His only consolation was that Jasper affected him in all the right ways too.
The cause of his torment was stretched out on his stomach, an arm thrown over Vincent’s chest. The covers had ridden down enough that Vincent could make out the curve of Jasper’s ass in the dark.
He groaned again at the sight, reaching into the drawer of his nightstand for lube and a condom, thankful he could at least take care of one of his problems. The rest he’d deal with later.
He smeared lube on his fingers, rolled over, and pinned Jasper beneath him, grazing his teeth against Jasper’s sleep-warm shoulder.
Jasper stirred with a soft “Nnngh?” and pushed into Vincent’s probing finger, his eyes fluttering open. “Vinc’t?”
Vincent chuckled, adding a second finger as he nibbled at Jasper’s ear. “I’m going to fuck you, pet,” he growled.
Jasper shuddered and woke a bit more. “Oh. Yes, Sir,” he gasped, gripping the sheets by his pillow. He spread his legs and hiked up a knee.
Vincent took it as the eager acceptance it was.
He pulled away long enough to get the condom on and lubed up, then stretched out against Jasper’s back.
The tentacle dream still clung to him, and he couldn’t help but indulge the fantasy.
Jasper would look good with tendrils of color coiled around his arms and legs.
Held open and at Vincent’s mercy, like when he’d been tied to the chair.
He pressed his face into blond hair, breathing in the lingering scent of his own shampoo as he rubbed himself between Jasper’s asscheeks. Apparently finally having sex told Vincent’s body to make up for lost time, rather than simply scratching the itch. Another thing to deal with later.
He nudged his knee in behind Jasper’s and reached down to guide himself in.
Jasper moaned and rocked to meet him, his body pliant with sleep. “So good,” he breathed, his eyes closing again.
Vincent buried himself balls-deep and held there, lying on top of Jasper and slowly grinding into him.
His hands slid to Jasper’s wrists, pinning them and relishing the helpless sound it earned.
“Good boy,” he murmured, then kissed across the back of Jasper’s neck.
He didn’t need much to get off with the heat of the dream still coursing through him.
His imagination and Jasper’s eagerness did the rest. He muffled his grunt in Jasper’s hair as he came, still doing little more than grinding into him.
Jasper sighed and slumped into his pillow, already fast asleep again.
Vincent stayed where he was, buried inside him, and breathed in the scents of Jasper, sweat, and sex. Eventually he pulled away, tossed the condom to the floor to deal with later, and went back to sleep.
HE WOKE with a start from Jasper’s horrified yell, rolling over to find Jasper hopping on one foot while picking a condom from between his toes.
“You’re disgusting,” Jasper grumbled, shooting a dark glare at the bed. “My dick just shriveled up and died.”
“Breakfast,” Vincent said, ignoring the dramatics and closing his eyes again.
“At least that explains why my ass is sore again.”
Vincent was instantly awake, lifting his head to stare at Jasper. “You don’t remember?”
Jasper tossed the condom in the trash and turned back to the bed. “Not really,” he said with a yawn. He raised an eyebrow. “Is that bad?”
Vincent took a slow breath and let it out. Shit. “It wasn’t listed in your limits.”
“What wasn’t?”
“Somnophilia.” When Jasper blinked in confusion, he explained, “Sex with someone who’s asleep.”
“Oh. Yeah, that didn’t exactly come up when I was talking with Keith,” Jasper said dryly. He tilted his head, moving back to the bed and crawling in next to Vincent. “Why do you look like you’re about to be sick?”
Vincent flinched, annoyed that he apparently wasn’t hiding it well enough. “I’m not,” he lied, focusing on the warmth of Jasper’s body nearly touching his own. If he was still comfortable being that close….
“Bullshit, Sir. I thought you weren’t going to lie?” Jasper poked Vincent’s arm. “It’s not like you raped me, right? You asked and I said yes, even if I was half asleep.”
“You don’t know that,” Vincent snapped, biting his tongue to keep from lecturing Jasper on being too trusting. That would be counterproductive—both to the point at hand and the fact they had a contract. His therapist would be so proud.
Jasper snorted. “I might not remember everything, but I do know that much. That’s what you always do when you make me do something.”
Vincent frowned, blinking as Jasper crawled closer and straddled his lap. He tipped his head back, watching Jasper as arms settled around his shoulders.
“If you want, I can add sumophil-whatever to the yes column.”
“Somnophilia,” Vincent corrected, trying not to be distracted by having Jasper in his lap.
Jasper smirked, leaning in and pressing a chaste kiss to Vincent’s lips. “Kiss me, Sir,” he murmured. “It’s already Sunday.”
That was enough to kill his lingering panic, and Vincent slid a hand into Jasper’s hair to hold him close as he obliged. He toppled Jasper to the bed and pinned him, adding a few fresh marks to his neck and chest. When he finally pulled back, Jasper was flushed and dazedly wanton.
Jasper licked his lips and wiggled beneath Vincent. “We could skip breakfast and stay in bed.”
Well. How could he possibly say no to that?
For once he didn’t bother with restraints, and he was all too happy to indulge Jasper in making out and wrestling and coming in each other’s hands. As if one of them wasn’t three decades old and should have had better control of his libido.
When they’d cooled, he trailed his fingertips down Jasper’s spine and over his ass. “Don’t pass out,” he said, giving the supple flesh a light smack when it wiggled.
Jasper laughed and snuggled closer. “Won’t. Feel too good,” he said, resembling a cat who’d gotten the cream, canary, and ear rubs all at once. “Really good, actually. Better than good.”
Vincent snorted and flexed his fingers in Jasper’s hair. “Then you should shower and get started on breakfast.”
Jasper gave an exaggerated whine and reluctantly pulled away. “Yes, Sir,” he said, and Vincent couldn’t resist pulling him in for a last quick kiss before sending him on his way.
Fuck.
No, later. Much later.
Jasper was right, it was already Sunday. Which meant he needed to switch perspectives from Dom to Responsible Adult.
He didn’t even want to think about the mess waiting for him at the club after taking a weekend off. Which, to be fair, was realistically likely to be less of a mess than expected. He didn’t make a habit of hiring idiots.
While Jasper used the bathroom down the hall to shower, Vincent used his en suite to take his own. Then he took his time dressing in a suit and fixing his hair. Finally he headed to the kitchen.
Where he found Jasper in his apron.
So much for controlling his libido.
Vincent pressed against Jasper’s back and slipped his hands under the apron to slide across warm skin.
Jasper shivered and leaned into the touches. “I’m cooking, Sir.”
“You’re almost done,” Vincent replied, but he pulled away. Busied himself with fixing a cup of coffee instead of molesting his sub. His so very molestable sub.
He’d have to find a way to deal with the urge to fuck Jasper every time he saw him, without actually fucking Jasper every time he saw him.
Once they sat down to eat, he checked the time. “My driver will be here soon.” He snickered when Jasper grumbled. “Not missing your home yet?” he asked dryly.
Jasper shrugged, sopping up runny egg yolk with a piece of toast. “I like being here.”
Vincent hummed and sipped his coffee. “Coming back next week, then?” he asked. Not that he was worried about the answer. The weekend had gone far better than he’d expected.
“Duh,” Jasper said, slanting an offended glare at him.
“Do you need to change anything on your limits?”
Jasper hesitated before shaking his head.
Vincent raised an eyebrow. That wouldn’t do. Especially with the barely avoided disaster that morning. “Lying includes lies of omission, FYI.”
Jasper rolled his eyes and finished the last of his food. “I didn’t hate anything you did enough to say no to it. It’s just….” He shifted in his seat, toying with his fork. “When I woke up on the couch alone. Can I add that you have to stay until I wake up?”
“Of course,” Vincent replied. He raised an eyebrow when Jasper slumped with relief. “Anything else?”
When Jasper shook his head, Vincent pushed his chair back and motioned Jasper into his lap. “I’ll expect you not to touch yourself without my permission,” he said, pressing a kiss to Jasper’s shoulder.
Jasper snorted, leaning into Vincent’s chest. “So I can’t get off until I come back? Great,” he muttered.
Vincent pinched Jasper’s ass. “Maybe not even then.”
“You’re—” Jasper started, then apparently decided against finishing that thought.
“Oh, you can learn.” Vincent chuckled when that earned a glare, dragging his fingertips over Jasper’s thigh. “Should I give you something to remember me by?”
Jasper shivered, shamelessly parting his legs. “Yes, Sir. You definitely should.”
“Good. Go get my paddle.” Vincent smirked when Jasper blinked at him. He ignored the grumbled curses thrown his way as Jasper headed upstairs and dumped the dishes in the sink for later.
So many laters on the list. It was dangerously close to becoming a theme.
When Jasper returned, Vincent bent him over the kitchen table and restored his ass to a nice rosy pink. Vincent spent a long minute groping him after, then sent him to dress.
The driver showed up ten minutes later, and Vincent joined Jasper in the back seat.
When they reached Jasper’s place, he tangled his fingers in unruly blond hair.
“Call or text me if you need me,” he said.
He tried to kiss away the pleased smile that settled on Jasper’s lips, but that only made it worse until he had to threaten to kick Jasper out on his ass so they could part ways.