Chapter Twenty #2
“A lot of small things.” He’d gone over and over the details with his therapist, pinpointing all the manipulations and toxic behavior.
“He forgot to do things I’d asked. All the time.
Used sex as a bargaining chip. Insisted on eating at the most expensive restaurants and going to exclusive events so he could schmooze the elite.
Refused to meet any of my needs until I was near a breaking point. ”
He paused, debating on whether he should even mention the scars, but Jasper had already seen them and hadn’t brought them up since. “I think the worst was him constantly arguing with me to get cosmetic surgery on my scars.”
“That son of a motherfucker!”
Vincent nearly jumped at the vehement response, eyeing Jasper in surprise.
“If I see him again, I’ll punch him in the face.” Jasper leaned across the center console, fisted a hand in Vincent’s shirt, and yanked him closer to crush their lips together. “There’s nothing wrong with your scars,” he growled, nearly biting Vincent’s lip.
Relief and gratitude unfurled in his chest. He slid a hand into Jasper’s hair and pulled him into a deep kiss. “Thank you,” he murmured against Jasper’s lips.
Jasper nuzzled against his cheek. “What was he trying to talk to you about?”
Vincent shook his head with a sigh. “I have no idea. Hopefully my lawyers can figure it out before there’s an issue.” Hopefully Adam had only sought him out in a moment of desperation after his latest victim kicked him out.
“Any other questions?” he asked when Jasper remained silent.
“Not really. He’s a little bitch, and you looked disgusted by him, so I don’t think I have anything to worry about.”
“You really don’t. And please don’t hit him first if you see him again.”
“No promises,” Jasper replied as he climbed out.
With a soft laugh, Vincent let them inside, slipped his shoes off, and headed upstairs. Inside the bedroom he turned and grasped Jasper’s tie, using it to tug him towards the bed.
Jasper let out an eager moan and followed, resisting enough that Vincent had to tighten his grip to keep hold of the tie.
He switched on the lamp on the nightstand and turned his attention to removing Jasper’s clothes. “You were amazing tonight, pet.”
“You weren’t so bad yourself.” Jasper reached for Vincent’s tie, tugging it free and draping it over Vincent’s arm with a cheeky grin. “But I thought you said you did scenes when people asked?”
“I do.” Vincent set the ties on the nightstand before slipping his hands under Jasper’s jacket and down his arms to slide it free. “Why?”
“That woman asked you for a spanking, and you had someone else do it.”
Vincent folded the jacket and draped it over the ties as he considered that.
Taking up the role of a temporary Dom for others when he’d been getting the club off the ground had been a matter of course.
But now he had enough staff that he wasn’t needed regularly.
And with Jasper he wasn’t desperate to scratch a few itches to stay on the right side of miserable.
“I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. Or jealous.”
“I wouldn’t have been jealous,” Jasper huffed.
He didn’t bother commenting on the defensive tone and started on Jasper’s shirt buttons. “You want to watch me spank people, then?” he asked, his lips twitching in amusement.
“I dunno. Maybe.” Jasper stared at Vincent’s chest as if he were trying to burn a hole through it to the wall. He barely even blinked when Vincent finished with the shirt and dropped Jasper’s pants.
Vincent tipped Jasper’s chin up and flicked his nose to get his attention. “What are you thinking?”
Jasper sighed and wrinkled his nose. Instead of answering he pushed Vincent’s jacket off his shoulders, stepped out of his pants, and took the jacket to the closet to hang it up.
The oblivious domesticity of the moment almost hurt with how badly Vincent had been craving it without realizing. When Jasper was within reach again, Vincent pulled him closer and kissed him until they were both out of breath.
Jasper licked his lips when they broke apart, eyes a little glazed, which was a fantastic look on him. “What was that for?”
Vincent shook his head, unable to put it into words even if he’d wanted to. It was far too early to make declarations of open-ended contracts and suggestions of permanent collars. “For being you.”
Jasper flushed, an endearing, confused smile on his lips. Before he could ask what he’d done, Vincent pressed him back until his legs hit the bed.
“Lie back, pet.”
“Do I get another massage?” he asked, deliberately making a show of wiggling onto the bed. He stretched out with his arms above his head, then rolled over and lifted his ass.
Vincent brought his hand down in a solid swat.
“Not tonight,” he said, stifling a soft laugh.
He needed more than sex tonight. The roller coaster of the past few weeks had left him raw in ways he hadn’t felt in years, and while the makeup sex had been more than satisfying, it’d been too long since they’d done a proper scene.
He couldn’t deny he’d been tempted to handle some of the requests for scenes at the club in order to scratch that itch. It was too late for an elaborate scene tonight, but he could at least indulge a little.
He grabbed the lube and a condom and tossed them to the bed.
He took a moment to enjoy the view as he untucked his shirt and unfastened the top few buttons, trailing his other hand down Jasper’s body from shoulder to ankle and removing one sock then the other.
Then he hooked his fingers in Jasper’s boxers and tugged them off to toss to the floor in a soft rustle of fabric. “On your back.”
Instead of going for the ankle restraints, he tugged the larger ones that were closer to the middle of the bed out from under the mattress and secured them around Jasper’s thighs above his knees.
Jasper’s breathing stuttered as he watched, fingers twisting in the sheets as he shifted on the bed, testing the restraints. “Fuck,” he breathed, a warm flush spreading over his cheeks as his legs remained pinned on opposite sides of the bed.
Arousal sparked in Vincent’s groin, hot and sharp enough to momentarily steal his breath.
He finished unbuttoning his shirt and let it fall to the floor, followed by his pants, leaving him in his undershirt and boxers as he climbed onto the bed.
He slid his hands up Jasper’s thighs before gripping his hips and tugging him closer, forcing his legs a bit higher and farther apart.
Jasper gasped, blue eyes going nearly black as he reached for the front of Vincent’s shirt and pulled. “Mark me,” he murmured, hooking both arms around Vincent’s shoulders when he leaned over.
Vincent didn’t hesitate, fastening his lips to Jasper’s neck, kissing with tongue and teeth and suction.
He didn’t pull away until the skin was flushed dark enough to last a few days.
Only mildly mollified, he moved down a few inches to leave another, then another in the hollow of Jasper’s throat.
More across his chest, paying special attention to each nipple until Jasper twitched and shuddered with a desperate moan.
He reached Jasper’s stomach and the mess of precum smeared there, pausing as he stared and questioned every rule and limit he’d set in place.
They hadn’t been tested, and he knew the risks, but in that moment he didn’t care.
He wanted his mouth on Jasper, wanted to taste him, feel the heat of him on his tongue.
He wanted in a way he never had with anyone else.
That, more than anything, was enough to pull him back from breaking his own limits. They were there for a reason, and if he broke them now, it would only be easier to break others, and that was a pattern he couldn’t let himself fall back into.
Jasper’s fingers on his cheek brought him back to the moment, and he glanced up, tilting his head to nip at Jasper’s palm. “Hands above your head.”
Jasper blinked, a soft whine escaping him as he obeyed. “I’ll be good….”
Vincent moved up the bed with an amused snort. “Oh, have you been bad?”
There was a profound silence as Vincent found the smaller cuffs near the corners of the bed. He secured one around Jasper’s wrist before glancing down.
Jasper’s face was flushed with more than arousal, his bottom lip nearly white between his teeth.
“Pet?”
Jasper sucked in a sharp breath, lifted his eyes up briefly to meet Vincent’s, but then he quickly closed them. “I’ve… been very bad, Sir.”
That was certainly news to him, but he’d bite.
“Oh?” he asked, stroking his fingers along Jasper’s other wrist as he secured it as well.
That done, he sat up on his knees to take in the full sight of Jasper, bound and naked and splayed open for the taking.
He snagged a pillow and put it beneath Jasper’s hips, then settled his hands on Jasper’s inner thighs, circling his thumb against his exposed hole.
When there was still no answer forthcoming, he prompted, “How so?”
Jasper swallowed hard enough his throat clicked.
He shifted, tugging against his restraints as he squirmed.
“I’ve been… thinking about you,” he finally said.
“Imagining you naked.” He cracked his eyes open and briefly met Vincent’s eyes before lowering his gaze somewhere near Vincent’s chest. “Getting my hands and lips on every inch of you.”
Vincent let out a slow breath, trying to ignore how much those words affected him, knowing Jasper had seen his scars and yet somehow sounded eager to touch him. “What else?” he asked, hating the hoarseness of his voice.
Jasper whined and tugged harder at his restraints, turning his head and pressing his face into his arm. “Thinking of being with you, Sir. All the time,” he whispered. “You’re all I can think about when I’m away from you. When I’m in class, all I want is for it to be Friday so I can see you again.”