Chapter Fifteen #3
He tugged against the restraints and flexed his fingers.
“I think so,” he said, wrinkling his nose when Vincent flicked it.
He watched Vincent pick up the clamps and crop and sat, expecting him to do something other than cross his legs and stare.
He opened his mouth to ask what he was supposed to do now, then thought better of it.
Not like he could do much of anything, even if he wanted to.
He shifted his weight, straightening until he felt the rope biting into him, soft and rough and only a little yielding. Judging from the way Vincent watched him, the squirming was appreciated. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”
Vincent raised an eyebrow. “Is that an offer?” he asked, leaning forward. He brushed the crop against Jasper’s knee before lightly tapping it up the inside of his thigh.
Jasper stilled, all his attention focusing on the crop and the touch of leather on his skin.
When it reached his balls, he instinctively tried to curl in on himself, but it was no use.
His legs wouldn’t budge, and he couldn’t bend forward without feeling like he’d lose his balance.
A small part of him expected Vincent to hurt him, to punish him for the mess of the past couple of days.
Why else would he be more interested in torment than sex?
He didn’t realize the crop had moved on until the edge of it scraped up his throat and along his jaw, coming to rest against his lower lip.
“Breathe.”
Jasper squeezed his eyes shut as he forced a shuddery breath into his lungs.
The crop beneath his chin was an insistent pressure he didn’t resist. He tipped his head up, letting Vincent’s lips distract him.
The kiss was as unyielding as his bindings and was nothing but pure bliss.
He leaned forward with a groan of protest when Vincent pulled back.
“Relax, pet. We’re just getting started.”
That didn’t sound as much like a threat as it should have. If anything it sounded like a promise for a long night.
He licked his lips and took a slow breath, and then another, letting the cushion and restraints take his weight. “What do you plan on doing to me, Sir?”
“Give you a taste of a crop for starters.” Vincent hummed and gave a light smack to Jasper’s inner thigh. “Then we’ll play a little game.”
That sounded vaguely like a threat, but it still sent a shiver of excitement through him. He let out a slow breath and focused on Vincent’s stomach. “Sounds fun.”
“Good boy.” Vincent buried his fingers in Jasper’s hair and tightened them into a firm grip. He brought the crop down on Jasper’s thigh with a sharp thwack.
Jasper jumped with an instinctive hiss before realizing it didn’t actually hurt. The faint sting was already gone, but Vincent replaced it with another a moment later. The crop went down one leg and up the other, getting a little harder with each strike.
By the time Vincent moved behind him and started on his ass, the lingering stings on his thighs had dissolved into thrumming blossoms of heat. The pain was sharp but fleeting. Different from the dull impact of a paddle.
He was still trying to decide which he preferred when Vincent pressed the shaft of the crop against his lips.
“Open up, pet. You’re going to hold this for me, without leaving teeth marks and without dropping it. Understand?”
Jasper tipped his head back. “Is this the game, Sir?”
Vincent chuckled and lightly tapped the crop against Jasper’s lips. “The start of it.”
He let out a slow breath, though it did nothing to calm the nerves twisting his stomach into knots.
He opened his mouth and carefully bit down on the crop.
The pop of the lube cap was his only warning, but it was enough that he didn’t clamp his jaw against the crop when Vincent’s finger pushed into him.
Vincent’s hum of approval sent shivers down Jasper’s spine.
Pleasure washed over him and erased any lingering pain from the crop.
He renewed his struggling, enjoying the way the rope dug into his skin, but he was far more interested in helping Vincent’s fingers than getting free.
Especially when Vincent’s lips found his neck, and fingers found his nipple.
A muffled “Yeah,” escaped around the crop, along with a bit of saliva.
Vincent took his time, alternating between one nipple and the other until Jasper was on the verge of whimpering. When the fingers finally disappeared, Jasper sagged in a mixture of relief and disappointment. He squeezed his eyes shut and struggled to catch his breath without dropping the crop.
And then dull metal bit into his nipples without warning.
His entire body flinched and strained against the ropes hard enough the table should have ripped to pieces.
It wasn’t until the shock and almost-pain wore off that he realized the strange sounds he was hearing were coming from his own throat.
And that the crop wasn’t between his teeth anymore.
“Fuck,” he whispered.
“Indeed.” Vincent retrieved the crop with a soft tsk and set it on the couch. “Ready for part two?” he asked, picking up the last piece of black rope. He didn’t wait for a response as he tied one end to the rope on Jasper’s thigh.
Even when Vincent put the rope through the end of the chains on the nipple clamps, Jasper didn’t quite comprehend what he was doing. It wasn’t until Vincent put the other end of the rope through the loop on his other thigh and pressed Jasper down that he understood.
“No.” His initial urge to get free ended as quickly as it started when the pressure on the clamps left him gasping.
Vincent tipped Jasper’s chin up with a finger. “You’ll need to give me a word I understand.”
Jasper blinked, trying to breathe without moving too much. “What?”
Vincent crouched in front of the table and pressed a brief kiss to Jasper’s lips. “A color, pet.”
He blinked again and let out a shuddery breath. “Oh.” He swallowed the instinctive urge to say red so Vincent would remove the rope. Now that the shock was wearing off, this wasn’t too much. It was almost overwhelming, but in a good way. He wanted to see if it would feel even better. “Green.”
Vincent’s brief smile of approval caused a ripple of goose bumps on Jasper’s arms. “Good. Then the scene ends when the clamps come off,” he said as he stood up. “And I have no intention of removing them myself.”
“What?” Something that wasn’t quite panic formed in the pit of Jasper’s stomach.
He instinctively tried to straighten and ended up curling into himself with a hiss instead.
With the clamps attached to his legs, he was effectively trapped in an upright fetal position.
He saw Vincent move from the corner of his eye and braced himself, but the sharp sting of leather on his ass still made him flinch.
Sparks of exquisite agony exploded from the clamps before reforming as heat between his legs.
Pain melded with and became pleasure as Vincent continued, landing the crop on Jasper’s ass and thighs and occasionally his shoulders.
His skin ached, and the ropes dug into his limbs, keeping him immobile.
Unable to escape. Helpless to do anything but surrender to the hazy blanket of sensation settling over him.
He wasn’t sure how long it lasted. It could have been only minutes, but it felt like hours.
Long enough for coherent thought to slip beyond his grasp.
His entire existence coalesced into the thrum of heat covering his body, interspersed with sharp tingles of pain or pleasure or both.
He was distantly aware of cool fingers brushing over his abused flesh, but even those light touches were a mixture of agony and pleasure.
And then the crop was between his legs, a quick flick of leather against his balls.
Then the hard, ridged, unyielding handle of the crop pressed into him, his body arching into it despite the sharp pleasure-pain-pleasure on his nipples.
White-hot bliss followed, cascading through him as the agony of the metal snapping free of his nipples blossomed into torturous relief.
Everything went dull and hazy after that.
Vincent was talking, but Jasper couldn’t grab on to the words long enough to find their meaning. He thought the tone was reassuring, or approving, maybe. Soft and rough in a way that made him shiver.
And then Vincent’s arms were around him, and he breathed in Vincent’s cologne, his body warm and heavy, and nothing else mattered.