Chapter Twenty-Two #3
Vincent let his eyes wander over every inch of exposed flesh as he leisurely removed his own shirt.
He tossed it over the back of the desk chair, then toed off his shoes and slowly unfastened his pants, aware of Jasper’s eyes watching his every movement.
He snagged the condom and lube packs from his pocket before draping his pants over his shirt, leaving him in his undershirt and boxers.
The packs he tossed to the bed as he stretched out beside Jasper.
He slid his palm down Jasper’s arm, grasping his wrist and guiding it up to press into the bed above his head.
Then he settled his hand lightly around Jasper’s throat, holding his chin between his fingers.
“That tongue of yours has gotten you into trouble,” he murmured, leaning down to nip Jasper’s lower lip.
“So now you get to deal with the consequences. Starting with: You don’t come unless I tell you to. Understand, pet?”
Jasper swallowed and let out a soft moan. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good. I might test your limits as a result. You know what to do if it becomes too much.” He waited for Jasper’s nod, then pressed a kiss to his lips and licked his mouth open.
He drew the kiss out long enough to get Jasper worked up before finally pulling away to replace his tongue with his index finger.
It slipped past Jasper’s lips, pushing in all the way and lazily tracing all along the outer edge of Jasper’s tongue, from one side to the other and back again.
Jasper’s breaths came hot and quick until he sealed his lips around the finger and swallowed.
“That’s it,” Vincent murmured, pressing his finger against the center of Jasper’s tongue and holding it down. “Now touch your nipple.”
Jasper jerked as if the order itself had sent pleasure through him. He swallowed again and whimpered in protest but lifted his hand from beside him and slid up his chest.
Vincent looked down to watch as Jasper circled his own nipple, absently rubbing his fingertip in a small circle against Jasper’s tongue. “Pinch,” he ordered.
Jasper sucked in a sharp breath through his nose as he obeyed.
With a soft tsk, Vincent tapped Jasper’s tongue. “Harder, pet,” he said. This time Jasper’s body jerked, and he tried to turn his head away with a moan. Vincent tightened his grip on Jasper’s jaw. “You can do better than that.”
Jasper whined, but he pinched himself again, squirming on the bed as his breathing turned ragged.
“Like this,” Vincent murmured, pulling his finger free of the wet heat, dragging it down Jasper’s chin and chest to his nipple.
He circled it twice with lazy flicks of his finger, then pinched it tight with a sharp tug.
He hummed when Jasper arched off the bed with a gasp.
“Better,” he said, brushing Jasper’s fingers away so he could provide the other nipple with the same treatment.
Then he shifted down far enough to get his lips around the first one, swirling his tongue a few times until it hardened completely, then sank his teeth into the sensitive flesh.
Jasper let out a choked cry and buried his fingers in Vincent’s hair. “Fuck,” he hissed.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered, “and remember not to come.”
Jasper whined and tugged on Vincent’s hair before releasing his grip. His hand hesitated near his stomach, fingers twitching as they continued lower.
Vincent bit each nipple again, then pulled back to watch Jasper stroke himself, eyes fixated on the sight of his long golden fingers stroking over his hard and leaking cock.
“Good,” he said, his voice rough, pressing two fingers into Jasper’s mouth this time.
He rubbed Jasper’s tongue between them in time to Jasper’s strokes, the slick sound of his hand moving over flesh filling the spaces between his ragged breaths.
He was captivated by the spreading flush and darkening eyes and soft moans that grew more and more desperate.
“Close?” he asked after several minutes, grazing his teeth against Jasper’s ear.
Jasper’s whimpering sound of affirmation almost made Vincent go easy on him. But a punishment was a punishment, even if it was a trial run. He wouldn’t be doing Jasper any favors by relenting early, and he wouldn’t do him that kind of disservice.
“Both hands above your head,” Vincent ordered, pulling his fingers free and grabbing the condom and lube.
He settled himself between Jasper’s thighs as he got the condom in place, and then he coated two fingers and pressed them inside for a quick, proprietary prep.
Enough to prevent injury. He smeared the rest over himself, then gripped Jasper beneath each knee, pushing his legs up and over Vincent’s shoulders.
Jasper tossed his head back with a hiss as Vincent slowly pressed inside, his fingers twisting in the pillowcase with enough force it was a wonder it didn’t rip.
With a groan, he seated himself fully in the nearly-too-tight heat of Jasper’s ass. He turned his head and sucked a bruise into Jasper’s thigh, grinding his hips forward to coax a continuous stream of gasps and choked-off moans.
“Sir! I’m gonna—”
“No,” Vincent said, giving Jasper’s balls a rough tug, making him twist with a sharp cry. “You’re going to be a good boy for me, aren’t you?” he asked with a gentler squeeze to his balls.
Jasper shuddered and nodded, his chest heaving with uneven breaths.
“Good.” Vincent released his hold and wrapped his fingers around the base of Jasper’s dick with a tight grip instead.
He shifted to let Jasper’s legs slide off his shoulders and leaned over him, pressing his free hand into the bed near Jasper’s head.
He leaned down to trace his tongue over Jasper’s ear.
“Good boy,” he whispered, before giving a hard thrust.
“Sir!” Jasper cried, wrapping his arms around Vincent’s shoulders and burying his fingers in his hair.
Vincent didn’t bother scolding him, too focused on keeping a tight grip on Jasper’s cock as he moved, and the bite of Jasper’s grip felt good. “That’s it,” he murmured. “Take it, pet. Such a good boy for me.”
Jasper wrapped himself tighter around Vincent, whimpering into his neck.
If this weren’t a punishment, he might have fucked Jasper through an orgasm until he reached a second.
Since it was, he focused on his own pleasure.
There was no headboard slamming against the wall, but the bedframe squeaked with his thrusts, a counterpoint to the slick sound of their bodies coming together.
“Yours, Sir,” Jasper whispered, a moment before orgasm slammed through Vincent.
His vision whited out, and he let out a breathless grunt, his hips stuttering in their rhythm as he rode out the most intense orgasm he’d had in a while. He stayed stretched over Jasper for a long moment as he caught his breath, then pressed a kiss to Jasper’s temple and pushed upright.
Jasper lay sprawled beneath him, still flushed with need, his stomach coated with enough precum that Vincent would have assumed he’d already come despite the painful-looking erection.
Vincent growled softly in approval, carefully pulling out as he slowly released his grip on Jasper’s cock.
“Good boy,” he purred when it merely twitched.
He tossed the condom in the trash and cleaned himself up with a tissue before doing the same for Jasper.
Then he settled beside him again and grasped Jasper’s jaw, guiding him into a leisurely kiss.
He trailed his fingers down Jasper’s chest, over his nipples, to his stomach, dragging them through the fresh mess already forming there and pressing two into Jasper’s mouth.
“Do you think you’ve been good enough to come tonight?” he asked.
Jasper whimpered and sucked hard on Vincent’s fingers, swiping his tongue over every inch of them as if to prove how good he’d been.
Vincent hummed thoughtfully and pulled his fingers away. He dragged them back down Jasper’s body, this time going past the mess and palming his erection. Jasper bucked into his touch as a mantra of soft “Pleases” and “Sirs” fell from his lips.
He squeezed the base of Jasper’s cock and stroked up to the tip. “You can come, pet,” he said, releasing his hold and lightly brushing his palm down the hot length to give another stroke from base to tip, denying him the downward friction he needed to get off.
Jasper gasped and thrust his hips, trying to fuck into Vincent’s hand, but he loosened his grip each time.
He tsked and rubbed his thumb over the leaking tip. “Don’t you want to come, pet?”
Jasper whined in frustration and reached for his cock, but Vincent caught his wrist and pinned it to the bed.
“I didn’t say you could touch yourself.”
“Please,” Jasper whispered. “Please, please let me come, please, Sir,” he said, his voice breaking on a sob, and then another as tears filled his eyes and spilled over.
There it was. He was only a little surprised Jasper hadn’t tapped out.
He kissed away the tears with a soft, “Shh, pet. Deep breath and I’ll let you come.
” He waited for Jasper to take a cleansing breath before he started stroking again, tight, quick strokes from base to tip, twisting against the head, then stroking tip to base.
Jasper choked on a groan and gripped Vincent’s shoulders, thrusting into his hand twice and throwing his head back with a loud moan as he came, and came, and came some more, shuddering through an orgasm that seemed to last an endless minute until he slumped bonelessly to the bed, gasping for air.
“Good boy,” Vincent murmured, pressing a few kisses to Jasper’s cheek and forehead, brushing his other hand through the hair at his temple. He leaned back far enough to grab more tissues, cleaning Jasper up then pulling him close. “All right, pet?” he asked softly.
Jasper made a sound that was close to an “Uh-huh.”
Vincent got the covers over them, reaching back to turn off the light. “Is your alarm set?”
Jasper nodded and burrowed into Vincent’s chest. “Stay?” he whispered.