Chapter Twelve
VINCENT’S THERAPY session on Monday went like any other had the past few years, aside from it having started with him saying, “I think I made a mistake.”
In her reflection in the window, Dr. Cohn raised an eyebrow. “You got rid of the flamingo?”
He turned away from staring at the fountain outside, relaxing despite himself.
“You know I didn’t,” he said dryly. Why she’d suggested he get such a horrendous lawn ornament he still didn’t understand, but it was basically a permanent fixture now.
If she hadn’t been his therapist for the last several years—the only one he’d been able to stand for more than two sessions—he might have written it off as a joke.
But she’d been one of his sole pillars of support since the accident that nearly destroyed his life.
Had shined a light into some of Vincent’s darkest corners and never looked at him differently after.
He thought maybe the flamingo was meant to give him something outrageous to smile at every day, but even in the deepest depths of his pain and depression, it never elicited more than a strong desire to burn it. Now it’d been there long enough he was almost sentimental about it.
With a sigh, he sat in his usual chair and crossed his legs. “I’ve taken on a sub.”
“Ah.” If she hadn’t been Vincent’s therapist long enough to know every facet of his life, he might have been impressed by her lack of surprise. “The one you mentioned a couple of weeks ago?”
“Yes.” He realized he was flicking his foot and forced it to stop. He curled his fingers into fists against the arms of the chair to avoid tapping them too. He was not going to fidget. Except a glance at Dr. Cohn told him he was already too late to hide whatever he was feeling.
Fuck.
“And yes, he’s amazing,” he said, before he could backtrack. If there was going to be a “later,” now was the time. Even if he did want to keep Jasper to himself.
Sparing all the sordid details, Vincent let her drag out and help sort his complicated reactions to having a sub again.
Finding one who was compatible with him, at least on the level he needed, was exhausting enough he’d stopped searching ages ago.
Or rather he hadn’t even tried. He woke up the day after kicking Adam out, too tired and apathetic to try again.
He’d offered a few contracts in the years since, but never a second to the same sub.
His work was enough to keep him busy, and playing in the club took the edge off enough he could usually ignore the rest of his desires.
And to have that hope shoved in his face now, when he was least expecting it and the least prepared…. Well, that was what alcohol was for.
Too bad he didn’t drink anymore.
They didn’t exactly uncover any earth-shattering revelations, but Vincent felt better by the end anyway. More at ease. Not quite as fatalistic.
He’d touched base with Jasper to ensure he was holding up. Not that he didn’t want to text more, but he had responsibilities, and Jasper had college. And he refused to be one of those overbearing Doms who tried to control everything. If Jasper needed him, he had to trust Jasper would reach out.
VINCENT MADE it to Wednesday before giving in.
He didn’t need a reason to call Jasper, but he ordered a gift anyway.
A pale yellow glass plug and a matching dildo, a bit larger than the one he’d used on Jasper at the club.
As well as lube. The local shop was one he’d frequented and still did on occasion for items he didn’t want to wait for in the mail.
He knew the owner well enough to get same-day delivery by his own staff rather than a third party.
Once he got the notification that it’d been delivered, he called Jasper.
“Hello?”
“Try again,” Vincent replied.
There was a pause, and then Jasper said, “Hello, Sir?”
“Better.” Vincent sat back in his seat, absently flipping through his paperwork. “Did you receive my gift?”
“Yeah,” Jasper said, the grin evident in his voice. “Can I open it?”
“Not yet.” He’d teach Jasper patience even if it was teaching him to pretend. “How have you been?”
“Um. Fine?”
Vincent stifled a sigh, though he wasn’t too surprised by the response. He wasn’t one for idle chitchat either. “Pet.”
“Sir?”
“Nothing interesting the last few days?” he asked, and he could practically hear Jasper’s shrug.
“Not really. Aside from the shooter drill that happened this morning. It was before my classes started, though, so….”
Vincent frowned, unaware those even existed in colleges. “That sounds horrifying,” he said, keeping his voice neutral. It might have been a reminder of the gap in their ages, but he was glad he’d finished school when such things were less common.
“Yeah. I guess.” Jasper fell silent, and Vincent found himself at a loss for how to help. Thankfully he didn’t have to. “Just sucks, y’know? ’Cause they don’t announce it, so you never know if it’s real or not.”
“Fuck,” he said, not really meaning to say that aloud.
Jasper let out a soft humorless laugh. “Yeah. Basically.” And then he proved to be a master at changing the topic of conversation with, “Soooo, what’s in the box?”
And Vincent wasn’t heartless enough not to allow it. “Are you alone?”
There were a few moments of silence and the sound of a door closing. “I am now.”
“Where are you?”
“My room.”
“Good. Strip.”
Jasper’s breath caught, and Vincent was sure he’d tossed the phone on his bed. After a few curses and the sound of something being knocked to the floor, he was back. “Done.”
Vincent chuckled. “Put me on speaker and open it.” He stood and flipped the lock to his office, listening to the faint sound of the box opening and the rustling of paper.
“What the—Seriously?”
“Do you not like them?”
“I….” Jasper’s voice grew louder as he moved closer to the phone. “You want me to use these?”
“Can you handle it?” Vincent asked.
Jasper snorted. “I think I can handle a dildo and a plug, Sir.”
“Get to it, then.”
There was a beat of silence. “Now?”
“Problem?”
“No, but… is this basically phone sex?”
“Yes. First time?”
“Yeah.”
Vincent chuckled. “There’s lube in there too. Get comfortable and then coat your fingers.”
“Are you going to walk me through prepping myself too?” Jasper asked cheekily.
Vincent snorted. Jasper was lucky he wasn’t there to smack his ass. “Do you need me to?”
“No. But I like listening to your voice,” Jasper replied quietly, and Vincent could easily imagine the flush in his cheeks.
“Is that so,” Vincent purred, pitching his voice lower. And was rewarded by Jasper’s soft moan. “Are you ready yet?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Are you on your back?”
“On my knees. With my arm on my pillow.”
Vincent leaned back in his chair as he pictured it. “Press a finger in.” He closed his eyes as Jasper gasped, and gave him a moment to adjust. “Tell me how it feels.”
“Awkward,” Jasper murmured, the sound of movement on the bed following. He let out a soft grunt. “Ass doesn’t sting anymore at least.”
“I’ll make it last longer next time.”
Jasper laughed. “Can’t make it worse than popping a boner in the middle of class.”
“Did anyone see? And add another finger.”
“No, I got rid of it be-before the lecture ended,” Jasper said, ending with a hitched sigh. “Feels better now. Still awkward, though.”
“Are you moving your fingers?” Vincent asked, absently palming himself through his pants.
“And rocking my hips.” Jasper’s voice was starting to sound strained. “Are you at work?”
Vincent hummed an affirmative. “Can you get another finger in?”
“Yeah.” Jasper grunted softly, letting out a shuddering breath. “Done.”
“Switch to video,” he said, pressing the button. A moment later, Jasper’s face came into view, his cheeks pink.
“Hello, Sir,” Jasper said with a grin.
“Enjoying yourself, pet?” Vincent asked.
“Oh yeah.”
“Good. Let me see you.”
Jasper rolled to his back, lifting the phone above him as he stretched out on the bed.
Vincent raked his eyes over Jasper. Much better than his imagination. “Pinch a nipple,” he ordered, palming himself again.
Jasper rubbed his hand over his chest before pinching his nipple and tipping his head back with a soft groan. As responsive as ever.
“Again,” Vincent growled, pressing harder between his legs as Jasper arched into his own hand. “Let me see the rest of you.”
The phone moved lower, over Jasper’s stomach to his erection. If he’d suspected Jasper of exaggerating his enjoyment, he had ample proof of it now.
“Get the plug. I want to watch you put it in.”
Jasper groaned, the phone showing the ceiling while he got the plug ready. Then he picked it up again, tilting it so Vincent could watch. He pulled his legs up and apart and reached between them.
“Lower,” Vincent said, guiding Jasper into giving him the best angle. Once he had a clear view of Jasper’s ass, he hummed. “Right there, pet. You can put it in now. Slowly.”
He unfastened his pants as he watched, listening to Jasper’s sighs and moans as he worked the plug in. “It looks good in you,” Vincent purred, gripping himself and giving a slow stroke.
“Would feel better if it were you, Sir,” Jasper moaned, seating the plug completely and rocking his hips against it.
Vincent chuckled, squeezing himself. He couldn’t exactly deny that. “You like me fucking you?”
“Yes, Sir. Loved feeling you stretch me open. Loved feeling it the next morning.” Jasper moaned, sounding breathless. “Will you fuck me again, Sir?”
“Let me see your face, pet.” He pressed his thumb against the tip of his cock as Jasper came back into view, his lips parted and eyes dark. “Tell me how you want me to fuck you.”
Jasper frowned. “Like, where?”
“If you could choose the scene and what I did to you. No dark fantasies you want to explore?”
Jasper licked his lips and fell silent as he considered. “If I could choose how it happened, I think I’d like to wake up to you kissing me and then… fucking me nice and slow. Without the spanking or restraints, and me being able to touch you, Sir,” Jasper said quietly.
Well, that was unexpected. And Vincent couldn’t deny it sounded nice, if dangerously close to something more than what he would have planned for their weeks together.
Some part of him was still waiting for this to turn out like his other contracts.
Brief weeks of amazing sex until they got on each other’s nerves enough to break it off.
Jasper got under his skin, there was no doubt about that.
But it wasn’t the same as with Adam or the few after him.
As much as he wanted to find out what made Jasper tick, there was also the need to hold him after.
And the fact that Jasper let him, seeming to need more from Vincent than just the kink, was a bit terrifying.
Especially when combined with the annoying desire to give Jasper anything he asked for.
“I’ll keep that in mind, pet,” Vincent growled, ignoring the unreasonable urge to hang up when Jasper smiled at him. “How’s the plug feel?”
Jasper grinned and lifted the phone enough Vincent could watch him wiggle. “Feels good, Sir.”
“Good enough you can keep it in until you go to bed?”
Jasper moaned. “Yes, Sir.”
“Without coming.”
He moaned again, though it sounded more like a whine. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Now let me watch you touch yourself. Start with your nipples.”
Jasper did whine then, but he obeyed. He rubbed a finger over his nipple, pinching hard enough to make himself arch off the bed. And he hadn’t even had to be told.
“Good boy.” Vincent stroked himself as he watched, ordering Jasper to lick his hand and pump his own cock, slow and loose enough to keep him from getting too frustrated. “That’s it,” he purred. He let out a soft moan of his own when he was getting close.
“Are—are you jerking off?”
“Mm-hmm.” Like he would let this opportunity go to waste.
Jasper moaned, turning the camera to his face. “Let me see, Sir. Please?”
Vincent raised an eyebrow, then lowered the phone so Jasper could see his cock, enjoying the whine that came through a moment later.
“Fuck, Sir. I wish I was there so I could get my mouth on you.”
Vincent’s cock twitched at the memory, and he swiped away the precum with his thumb. “Keep talking,” he growled.
Jasper flushed, licking his lips. “I’d kiss your cock and suck it clean,” he said, sounding unsure of what he was saying, but he seemed to gain more confidence once he started.
“And let you fuck my mouth. Let you come down my throat. Fuck,” he groaned.
“Can I watch you come? Will you come for me, Sir?”
Vincent tipped his head back with a groan as he came, spilling into his hand. Fucking brat.
“That was hot.” Jasper grinned, rubbing his hand over his chest.
Vincent’s chuckle came out as more of a gurgle, and he silently cursed himself. “I’ll see you Friday, pet,” he said once he could speak properly. “Don’t get off before then.” He hung up as soon as he heard a “Yes, Sir,” and tossed his phone aside.
Fuck. Hot was an understatement.
He cleaned himself up, fixed his pants, and slumped in his seat to enjoy a few moments of postorgasmic bliss.
Unfortunately the lack of a warm body against his own meant it wasn’t as blissful as it could have been.
Christ. One weekend and he was already getting addicted.
With a curse, he pushed to his feet and headed out to make sure his club hadn’t burned down while he was slacking off.