Chapter 3 #2
Other than the club, his main project was a low-rent apartment complex he maintained in honor of his mother.
After choosing love, being disowned, and running away to the States, only for her fiancé to die before Vincent was even born, she was left as a single mother with no work experience in a foreign country.
She’d worked three jobs to keep food on their table, and as Vincent got older, he realized how predatory the housing system was.
He could only do so much to help the local community, but having a large apartment complex where those who were on the brink of or were already homeless could get back on their feet was one of the things he chose to do.
The ledger might have technically been in the red more often than not, but he kept one of the apartments leased to himself and ensured the monthly rent compensated for any loss on missed or waived payments of the other residents.
The last one was a financial services firm he was a majority shareholder in. He kept a close eye on that one, especially since the reports were a good indicator of changes in the economy.
Once he’d caught up on everything, he set his laptop aside and turned his attention back to Jasper, who was still engrossed in his game. He slipped an arm around his brat and leaned closer to press lingering kisses up Jasper’s neck.
“Are you trying to get me killed?” Jasper asked, already breathless.
Vincent hid his smirk against soft blond hair. “Are you that easily distracted?”
Jasper grumbled under his breath, though Vincent caught the word “dick,” which he rewarded with a quick bite to Jasper’s ear.
Then he slipped his hand under Jasper’s shirt to caress the warm skin of his side below his somewhat ticklish ribs.
The sound of someone dying echoed in the new silence, followed by the splash screen with the options to Retry or Return to Title Menu.
Jasper slowly turned his head to glare at Vincent. “That was your fault.”
“I wasn’t the one playing.”
“Your. Fault. How do you plan to make it up to me, Sir?”
Vincent hummed and leaned in, though he stopped before their lips touched. “There’s leftover spaghetti,” he murmured, brushing his nose against Jasper’s. “And then I’ll put you on your knees.”
Jasper’s eyes darkened as he closed the distance to steal a kiss.
“Yes,” he groaned, and Vincent restrained his smirk as he took the controller from Jasper’s slack grip.
He shut off the game and set it on the table, then put Jasper to the task of putting the leftovers to heat in the oven as he headed upstairs.
He had no intention of letting Jasper get off again after indulging him yesterday, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t enjoy themselves.
He gathered the cock cage he’d bought the week before, a simple glass plug, and leather cuffs connected with a short chain.
He snagged a small towel from the closet on his way out and deposited everything on the side table by the sofa, then pulled up one of his streaming services to find a movie they’d both enjoy, even if he doubted either of them would be paying much attention.
While they ate, he slipped a foot between Jasper’s legs to tease him, enjoying the fidgeting and heated looks.
Over four months in and Jasper’s responsiveness was still a marvel.
Most subs he’d played with in the club, or the few he’d contracted with, he could please easily enough in a scene, but having one so receptive to any attention at all was as thrilling as it was concerning.
Another reason to be torn on whether to offer Jasper the option of moving in with him. Jasper’s home life might not seem ideal, but even if they entered into a twenty-four seven lifestyle, Jasper still needed contact with others aside from Vincent. Something to put on the worry-about-later list.
Once they’d eaten and cleaned up, he guided Jasper to the sofa and picked up the cage.
Jasper let out a soft moan of anticipation as he glanced from it to the other items. When there was no objection to anything he’d picked out, Vincent peeled Jasper’s T-shirt off and trailed his fingers down Jasper’s chest and lower.
He traced along the hem of Jasper’s boxers before pushing them down far enough to drop to the floor.
It took a bit of time and adjustment to get the cage on but once it was in place and Jasper realized how constrained he was, he let out a delicious whimper.
Vincent retrieved the cuffs and plug before sitting in the center of the sofa. “On your knees,” he ordered, patting the sofa to his right.
Jasper clambered onto the cushions and settled with his knees pressed against Vincent’s thigh. Vincent slid his palm up Jasper’s arm to the back of his neck, where he tangled his fingers in Jasper’s hair and pulled him in for a quick kiss.
“Bend over,” he murmured, nudging Jasper down to lie across his thighs.
“And hands behind your back.” He waited for Jasper to stop squirming and offer his hands, then secured a cuff around each wrist so his hands settled against the top of his ass.
“Good boy.” He dragged his fingertips down Jasper’s spine as he found the remote with his other hand to start the action movie that was still queued up.
“Comfortable?” he asked, trading the remote for the lube.
“Yes, Sir,” Jasper said, breathless and already sounding a bit desperate.
“Tell me if that changes.” With that he poured lube directly over Jasper’s ass crack.
Jasper twitched with a sharp sound of surprise, and Vincent waited for him to still to start working his fingers in.
He took his time, leisurely working in one finger and then a second and third during the first fifteen minutes of the movie.
By the time he finally pressed the plug inside, Jasper was a panting, moaning mess of heated flesh.
He wiped his fingers off on the towel, then turned his attention to the movie as he caressed Jasper’s ass and thighs. His other hand alternated between resting against Jasper’s neck and tugging his hair.
Jasper let out a long pleading whine before going limp, his eyes closing and his breathing slowly evening out.
“Good boy,” he murmured, flexing his fingers in Jasper’s hair until he earned another moan. He let Jasper relax while he relished having his pet readily available. Even when he’d last had a sub, he’d rarely been able to indulge in such intimate touching outside of scenes.
“Did you enjoy wearing the fox ears?” he asked after a while, sliding his hand up to grope Jasper’s ass. The immediate response was a strangled sound, which wasn’t entirely surprising. Neither was the pink staining Jasper’s neck and ears.
It was a long moment later before Jasper finally said, “It wasn’t terrible.”
Not what he’d hoped for. “But not good?” he prompted.
Jasper moved as if he was trying to sit up before slumping in defeat when his position and restraints made that impossible. “I wouldn’t mind doing it again.”
“Wouldn’t mind?” Vincent asked dryly. “Did you hate it that much?”
“I didn’t hate it,” Jasper whispered, the pink darkening to red.
“No?”
“It was… weird.”
Vincent hummed as he nudged and twisted the plug. “What part did you like about it?”
Jasper shifted enough to glance over his shoulder, briefly meeting Vincent’s eye before smashing his face into the cushion so his words were muffled. “I liked that you liked it.”
Vincent breathed through the burst of fondness in his chest and mussed Jasper’s hair. “I’ve liked everything we’ve done.”
“Yeah, but….” Jasper flexed his fingers, and when Vincent pressed his own hand against them Jasper latched on with a soft sigh. “You really liked it. You were all growly and possessive.”
“And you like that?” he asked, lowering his voice and gripping Jasper’s hip to tug him closer.
Jasper rocked onto his side to press back into Vincent’s stomach. “Uh-huh. Makes me feel like you want me,” he said, flicking his tongue out to wet his lips. “Like I’m welcome here.”
“Of course you’re welcome here,” Vincent said. He gripped Jasper’s arm to haul him upright so he could catch his lips in a kiss. “You’re mine until you say otherwise.”
“Yes, Sir,” Jasper breathed, already curling his body into Vincent as he sought out another kiss, and then another, and Vincent lost track of the movie completely.