Chapter 2
JASPER BOUNCED in his seat as Vincent left, then nearly choked when he picked up the first packet and saw the destination was Paris.
He flipped through the pages, but there were no prices anywhere.
There were a few places he was sure the price should have been listed, but it was like they’d been erased.
He scowled with a soft grumble, but even knowing how expensive a trip overseas was sure to be couldn’t dampen his excitement for long.
The Paris packet had several locations that were obviously part of a sightseeing tour.
He’d never really given much thought to traveling since it required money and time he doubted he’d ever have, but he wasn’t sure Paris was where he’d want to go first. There were other similar packets for New York and California, but it wasn’t until he reached one for Tennessee that he found the kind of packet he expected.
It was a resort with cabins decked out specifically for BDSM.
He managed to swallow the strangled noise that tried to escape as he flipped through the pages.
Most of the pictures were of things in Vincent’s own playroom or in the club, so he wasn’t sure what the point was in going there when they had all the things they needed here.
Then he spotted a packet for a similar resort in the Northwest, tucked away in a wooded area.
It was on the outskirts of a small town and had everything from hot springs to zip lining.
The pictures of the cabins were almost deceiving, showing a normal living room and kitchen, until he flipped to the playroom.
Larger than Vincent’s, like the cabin had been built around it rather than it being a room that’d been repurposed.
He set that one aside to give the last packet a cursory glance, but his heart was already set. A few minutes later he picked it back up and took it up to the playroom, where Vincent was waiting for him on the sofa.
Vincent set his phone on the table beside a paddle and held a hand out. “Made your choice already?”
“Yes, Sir.” He handed the papers over and sank down beside Vincent. He didn’t miss the flicker of surprise as Vincent took the packet.
“You’re sure?” he asked, glancing over and resting a hand on the leg Jasper flung across Vincent’s lap.
“Yeah? It looks fun. Why?”
Vincent shook his head. “My friend runs this one.”
“You mean they’re not all run by someone you know?” Jasper asked, grinning when Vincent shot him an unamused glare.
Vincent tossed the papers to the table and picked up the paddle. “Just for that you get an extra few birthday spankings.”
“Oh nooo,” Jasper replied in mock despair. “Please, anything but that.”
He used the paddle to tip Jasper’s chin up. “Over my lap, you brat.”
Jasper eagerly stretched out over Vincent’s thighs and gave a judicious wiggle to get comfortable, but he went still when Vincent slipped a hand between his thighs and adjusted his legs. Heat flooded him when his boxers were pulled down and Vincent proceeded to grope his ass.
“Twenty-one. Plus some extra,” Vincent murmured. “You can count them to yourself and tell me when to stop.”
“Yes, Sir,” he replied, hiding his face in his arms. Even after four months he wasn’t used to how easily Vincent touched him, much less how he always seemed to know exactly what Jasper needed. Or how readily he offered anything. It made it so hard not to ask for more.
He had no idea where that particular limit was.
Vincent was rich enough that Jasper doubted he’d ever get near to reaching that limit; he was still traumatized by the amount Vincent had spent on Jasper’s damn suit, though he had to admit he looked good in it.
And he enjoyed wearing it at the club, knowing it marked him as Vincent’s sub.
The first strike of the paddle left him gasping, his attention shattering before refocusing on the already fading sting.
Vincent’s hand was a warm grounding weight on the center of his back as the paddle landed again.
That was two, and warmth was already pooling in his gut despite the incredibly intense sex they had earlier.
Thinking about the fox ears and tail was a mistake.
Heat flared in his cheeks and into his ears.
He couldn’t believe they’d given him sex toys for his birthday, and he really couldn’t believe Vincent had been so interested in them.
Four months and he knew only a few things Vincent liked for sure: Jasper’s bratty attitude, making him taste himself, restraining him at any and every opportunity, and watching Jasper touch himself.
His breath stuttered from the pleasant sting and dull ache from another spank. Four, or was that five?
After a handful of weekends in the club, he knew what few kinks they’d explored were on the tamer side, and Vincent had said at the beginning that his tastes were eccentric. Was he a furry?
He yelped as the paddle struck his thigh hard enough he knew it was already turning red.
Fuck. How many was that? He tried to focus on each strike, but the heat building on his ass and thighs was distracting, and every new ache pushed him closer to that comfortable floaty space where nothing mattered except pleasure and Vincent.
He lost count somewhere after fourteen and then completely forgot he needed to count. It felt too good to tell Vincent to stop anyway. He could lie there all night while Vincent turned his entire backside red. He didn’t have class or work to worry about. He could handle a sore ass for a day or two.
“Pet,” Vincent said after what could have been hours but was likely only minutes. “Did you lose count?”
“Uh-huh.”
Vincent snorted and set the paddle on Jasper’s lower back before rubbing his palm over the heated flesh of his ass. Jasper whimpered even as he pushed into the touch. “What am I going to do with you?” he asked, sounding amused.
“Fuck me?” Jasper asked hopefully.
“Is that a birthday wish?”
“Absolutely.”
Vincent hummed as if considering before lightly smacking Jasper’s hip. “I have a better idea.”
He couldn’t quite swallow a whine—what could possibly be better than having Vincent inside him?—but he obediently got to his feet and watched as Vincent retrieved something from one of the chests. Then he followed to the bedroom and sprawled out in the center of the bed.
“Hands above your head,” Vincent ordered as he fished out the lube from the covers, then settled beside Jasper without reaching for any of the restraints hidden beneath the mattress.
Jasper did as told, though he was surprised and worried that Vincent wasn’t restraining him like usual.
He caught a brief glance at the thin glass plug as Vincent coated it before slowly pressing it into him.
It wasn’t nearly large enough to do more than tease, but the heat in Vincent’s eyes was enough that he didn’t complain.
All thoughts of complaining or anything else evaporated when Vincent wrapped a hand around his cock and began stroking, his thumb pressing right beneath the head.
“Deep breaths, pet. And no moving.”
Jasper failed to stifle a whimper and squeezed his eyes shut to focus on his breathing.
Vincent didn’t touch him anywhere else, slowly massaging Jasper’s frenulum with his thumb.
He wanted to thrust into Vincent’s hand or rock his hips to nudge the plug, but he managed to keep still.
The pleasure built at an agonizingly slow pace, to the point he was begging for more within minutes.
Vincent’s low chuckle sent tingles up his spine, and Jasper couldn’t help the way his fingers curled tight in his own hair and tugged. He tipped his head back and groaned as he imagined it was Vincent pulling, relishing the tingles along his scalp.
“Pleeease,” he whined, his hips instinctively lifting to push into Vincent’s touch before he could stop them.
Vincent tsked and landed a light slap to his balls. “I said no moving, pet.”
Jasper yelped, his eyes flying open at the mix of pleasure and not-quite pain that shot low into his belly.
That was a new sensation, and he suddenly wondered why he’d ever marked CBT as a limit if it felt anything like that.
He wanted to ask Vincent to do it again, but the words stuck in his throat.
Something must have shown on his face anyway, because Vincent chuckled as he dragged his thumb over the head of Jasper’s cock.
“Did you enjoy that?” he asked in that low voice that never failed to send shivers of anticipation through Jasper.
“Uh-huh,” Jasper breathed, curling his fingers tighter in his hair.
“Please, Sir. Do it again,” he whispered, trying to ignore the heat creeping into his face.
The way Vincent stared at him as his eyes darkened almost made Jasper combust on the spot, but the two quick slaps that followed were even more intense.
Between the occasional jolt of sharp pain-pleasure from his balls, the fingers slowly tormenting the head of his cock, and the earlier spanking, Jasper was riding the edge within minutes.
Every time he got close, Vincent’s hands would disappear, leaving Jasper hard and aching and desperate enough that his eyes pricked with tears.
“Please,” he begged, over and over again, nearly sobbing with the frustration until Vincent gave him the friction he needed to finally fall over the edge.
He arched as he came with a sharp cry of relief before dissolving into a breathless laugh.
Tremors of pleasure cascaded through his entire body as he sank into the bed.
He tried to fight the drowsiness that swamped him, but by the time Vincent had cleaned him up and settled beside him, Jasper was practically unconscious.
His last coherent thought was that this had turned into his best birthday ever.