Chapter Twenty-Five
JASPER WAS still riding the high of his breakthroughs well into late Sunday morning. Once that fundamental piece of information finally clicked, everything else seemed to slowly follow.
He could trust Vincent because while Vincent might be interested in tormenting him, he had no desire to do any actual harm. They could explore whatever they wanted, because it wasn’t about what they did so much as making sure they both enjoyed it.
But Vincent had to know where Jasper drew the lines so he wouldn’t cross them.
The safewords were there to ensure they could stop if it didn’t feel right anymore. If the reality of a scene didn’t live up to the fantasy. He could use them because he trusted Vincent to listen and stop.
And once the fear and apprehension of having to commit to trying something new was gone, he found he had a lot of fantasies. They were still pretty tame, compared to things he’d seen people talking about online, but they were still new and exciting. At least for him.
And wanting to serve Vincent, to get his coffee and make sure he had breakfast waiting for him when he woke up…
. That was only the start. He wanted to be needed and wanted outside of the bedroom and playroom.
He wanted to make Vincent’s life easier, despite the fact the dick was rich and already had it easy.
“What’s so funny?” Vincent asked, coming up beside him.
Jasper tipped his head back with a grin. “Nothing, Sir. Just thinking about how much I like being yours.”
The look Vincent gave him wasn’t convinced in the least.
A soft sigh of content escaped him as Vincent ran fingers through his hair.
“How’s the studying?”
Jasper whined. “Ugh. My head is going to explode.” At least he felt like he understood most of it, though whether it was from actually understanding or overconfidence, he wasn’t sure.
Vincent picked up the flash cards littering the table and sat beside him to flip through them. “How about a game?”
“What kind of game?” he asked, eyeing Vincent. Warmth flooded through him at that particular tone in Vincent’s voice. He obviously wanted something out of it, but Jasper hadn’t been disappointed with any of his suggestions yet. He doubted he’d ever be disappointed with Vincent when it came to sex.
“Every time you get an answer right, you can remove a piece of clothing.”
Seriously? “You want to play strip quiz? Is that why you made me get dressed this morning?” Judging by the twitch of Vincent’s lips, that was exactly why. He couldn’t believe Vincent had planned this. Then again, he wasn’t exactly surprised. “What do I get when I’m naked?”
“A reward.” The heat in Vincent’s eyes left no doubt what the nature of the reward would be.
Anticipation and arousal pulsed through his body. “Okay.”
He moved his chair back when Vincent motioned him to do so, shifting in his seat when he was in full view. With Vincent’s full attention on him.
The first question was easy enough, and Vincent allowed him to remove his right sock. He dropped it with a slight frown, realizing the rules were backwards, but it wasn’t like it mattered.
His second correct answer only got him a single button of his shirt undone. “So not fair, Sir,” he grumbled. “You said a piece of clothing for every right answer.”
“A button is a piece of clothing. Next question.”
Jasper huffed, refraining from rolling his eyes, but only barely.
Twenty minutes later, he was shirtless and had a sock on his left foot and right hand, since wrong answers required adding a piece of clothing, apparently.
His pants were unbuttoned and unzipped, and it was getting harder to focus on the questions.
Especially when Vincent kept absently rubbing himself between each one.
Two more right answers and he finally had both socks off.
And then Vincent casually pulled something metal out of his pocket and set it on the table. “Instead of your clothes, the next answer you get wrong, you’ll put these on.”
He stared at the little silver clamps, held together by a delicate chain.
He bit his lower lip to stifle his moan at the spike of heat that went through him.
Fuck. Fuck. This was so not fair. On the one hand, he remembered how good those had felt the last time.
On the other, they’d hurt like a bitch. “Just those?” he asked. His voice came out strained.
“Just those.”
Jasper licked his lips and forced his eyes away, glancing at Vincent instead.
This was a scene. Nothing more. A game. He could say no.
He could try to answer the rest of the questions correctly and not have to put them on at all.
Or he could deliberately miss. Let Vincent attach them.
Suffer the torment of clamps on his nipples until the game ended.
It was his choice. The thrill of exhilaration as that fact fully cemented in his head filled him with an entirely different kind of heat.
“Okay,” he finally said, and the game continued.
He could have answered the next question correctly. Could have lost his pants and been one question away from his reward.
He chose not to.
When Vincent tsked and picked up the clamps, Jasper whimpered. Not that he could really complain. His dick was straining in his briefs even before Vincent rubbed his nipples into hard nubs.
And when the cold metal sank into the sensitive flesh, he hissed and arched in his seat. “Fuck!”
Vincent chuckled, running his thumb over Jasper’s lips and stepping back. He sat and picked up the cards. “Only two questions away from your reward, pet. If you want it.”
Jasper shivered, focusing on his breathing instead of his stinging nipples. He almost had to sit on his own hands to keep from ripping the clamps off. Did he want his reward now? Or did he want to drag this out?
In the end, he couldn’t remember the answer to the next question anyway and shrugged his shirt back on.
Vincent was blatantly rubbing himself, and Jasper was completely sure it was meant as a distraction.
One that worked far too well. He couldn’t even focus enough to understand the next question, much less answer it correctly. All he wanted right then was Vincent’s hands on him. Pushing him down. Taking him. Making him come.
His breathing was unsteady as Vincent unzipped his own pants. That was so not fair. That was cheating. He shoved his hands under his thighs with a soft whine. “Please.”
Vincent stood and crossed the short distance between them again. His fingers tangled in Jasper’s hair, curling tight and forcing his head back. “Please what, pet?”
The moan that escaped him was low and needy even to his own ears. “Please fuck me, Sir.”
“I plan on it,” Vincent purred, leaning down to steal a kiss. “The only question is if you get off with me.”
Jasper whined again, chasing after Vincent’s lips, but he was already stepping back.
“Last question, pet. All or nothing.” Vincent shuffled through the cards on the table and pulled one out, then eyed Jasper with a faint smirk. “What is the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow?”
“What?” Jasper blinked and stared at him with a frown, confusion cutting through the arousal and distraction of his current situation.
Why did that sound familiar? It sounded like…
a quote? He grinned with relief as he remembered where it came from.
Quick on its heels was the realization that Vincent was a giant geek. “African or European?”
Vincent laughed, tossing the card aside. “Very good, pet.” He looked Jasper over with a soft hum, tracing a fingertip along his jaw. “On your feet.”
Once up, Vincent pulled him into a kiss, the rough fingers in his hair making him gasp.
He clutched at Vincent’s shirt, moaning into his mouth. Yes, yes, yes. Finally. He melted into the kiss, shuddering as Vincent took him apart with only tongue and teeth and fingers in Jasper’s hair. A light tug on the small chain between the clamps sent a spark of intense heat straight to his dick.
His lips were tingling by the time Vincent pulled away.
“I’m going to bend you over the table, pet. We’ll start nice and slow, just how you like, and then I’m going to hold you down while I fuck you,” Vincent said, his voice low enough it sent shivers along Jasper’s spine.
“Yes, Sir,” he breathed, the heat that had been building since he’d lost his first sock pooling in his gut.
Vincent’s fingers were warm against the back of his neck as those dark hazel eyes studied him. “You’ve said before that you like it rough.”
Jasper’s stomach flip-flopped. “Yeah.”
“How rough?” he asked, fingers flexing to get a firm grip on Jasper’s hair again.
Jasper whimpered and pulled against the hold, his knees threatening to go out on him when Vincent tightened his grip in response. “I don’t know,” he admitted with a shrug. “Never really….”
Vincent pressed another slow kiss to his lips. “You’ll tell me if it’s too much,” he said. Ordered.
Jasper shivered, managing a nod despite the tight grip on his hair. “Yes, Sir.”
It didn’t take long to get him bent over the table, and then Vincent pulled Jasper’s unbuttoned shirt from under him and slowly worked it down his arms and back. Hands and lips marked and claimed his flesh as each inch was bared.
Jasper shifted as he tried to find some relief, moaning and hissing by turns.
The table forced the clamps to dig into his nipples, and the pain was exquisite.
Vincent’s erection grinding against his ass was a promise of things to come.
By the time Vincent made his way down Jasper’s back, Jasper could feel a dozen marks left in his skin.
One on his shoulder still had a lingering ache from Vincent sinking his teeth in.
Once the shirt was off, Jasper pushed onto his elbows, breathing a soft sigh of relief as the pain on his nipples eased a bit.