Chapter 5 #2
Vincent gave him a dubious look. “Why don’t we stop and get a snack at least.” He found the nearest gas station, got them set with drinks and snacks, and put in the address for the cabins.
Jasper was asleep before they made it out of the city, which wasn’t surprising considering the ungodly hour they’d been up at. He used the chance to call Zach.
“Oh? Two calls in as many weeks? Don’t I feel special,” Zach answered.
“Careful, I might start to believe you actually miss talking to me,” Vincent replied dryly.
Zach snorted. “Oh, the horror. You on the way, then?”
“Just got on the road. When were you wanting to do dinner?”
“I figured you’d want to settle in and enjoy your new sub first. Get all those pent-up kinky itches scratched properly. How’s Wednesday or Thursday sound?”
“Works for me.”
“Great. Don’t bother with stopping by the office.
I’ll go unlock the cabin before you get here and leave the key and paperwork there.
Make sure to read and sign everything,” Zach said, stressing the last bit in a serious yet pleading tone.
“It’s the second left after the office. It’ll have the green porch. ”
“Aww, preferential treatment? For me?”
“You’re right. I’ll have to leave a little special something on your pillow to balance that out.”
“Don’t you dare,” Vincent growled, but the call disconnected before he even got the words out. He muttered under his breath and questioned whatever life decisions he’d made that meant most of his friends were brats or dicks.
The drive passed in silence, and he used the time to center himself and consider the different scenes he had in mind. To move his focus from work and everyday tasks to being the Dom Jasper needed and deserved for the next two weeks.
THE CITY fell away around them, slowly replaced with the large trees of deep woods.
Eventually Vincent spotted the sign advertising the cabin exit in five miles.
A completely unassuming wooden sign with fancy script, only the coiled loop of rope hooked over one corner giving any indication of the type of clientele they catered to.
He took the exit and followed the road to a small office building with a Welcome to Evergreen Escape sign out front.
He continued on, following Zach’s instructions until he found the cabin with the green porch and parked.
Then he reached over and gently shook Jasper’s shoulder. “Jas, wake up. We’re here.”
Jasper stirred with a groaned protest before jolting upright, somehow going from dead asleep to excited in point five seconds. He stared at the cabin with wide eyes before hopping out and up the few steps to get inside the cabin before Vincent could even turn the car off.
He shook his head and got the bags, then dumped them inside the door before turning and taking in the mix of rustic log cabin and modern design.
The main floor was divided by a large sofa and wall-mounted TV to the left and dining table to the right, a doorway leading to the kitchen beyond it.
Stairs near the far wall led up to a loft, where he could see the king-size bed to the right and a walled-off section he assumed was the bathroom on the left.
Since he didn’t see Jasper anywhere, he headed down the hall and found him standing inside the playroom. He let out a low whistle at the size of it. Pictures didn’t do the cabins justice.
Nearly double the size of his own, with one corner set up as a shower with frosted glass walls for easy cleanup.
The room was divided into sections, one dedicated to suspension, another to impact play with a bench much like the ones he had at the club.
The benches were custom-made by Zach, and Vincent had ordered all of the ones in the club and at home from Zach when he’d first started planning the club.
One corner of the playroom even had one of the exam tables he’d seen on the website meant for medical scenes.
Several shelves lined one wall, full of candles, a violet wand, and what looked like a fire kit.
Most of the toys were in new unopened packages, and anything they used would be theirs to keep and charged to his account after they left.
Jasper made a sound somewhere between a laugh and a gurgle. “This is insane.”
Vincent raised an eyebrow, hooking an arm around Jasper’s waist. “Is this not why you picked this place?”
“I mean, yeah, but….” He flapped a hand at the room. “You don’t even have all this.”
“A few of the private rooms at the club have a lot of it,” he said.
Except for the extensive medical paraphernalia.
He’d been considering setting one up, but after the unfortunate scalpel incident at the club, he was having second thoughts.
“Why don’t you take the bags up while I make a late lunch. ”
Jasper eyed the room one last time before following Vincent back to the door to grab the bags.
Vincent continued into the kitchen. Zach had sent pictures of the grocery delivery and confirmed everything had arrived, so he grabbed one of the packages of chicken and some broccoli from the fridge to start on a quick stir-fry.
He’d barely gotten the chicken opened when a loud “Holy fuck!” came from the loft.
He stepped out of the kitchen to find Jasper clutching the railing at the top of the stairs. “What’s wrong?”
“There’s a giant spider on the bed.”
Vincent grimaced and made a note to strangle Zach. “It’s probably fake,” he said and sighed when Jasper turned an incredulous look on him.
“Why would it be fake?”
“Because Zach is an asshole and knows I hate spiders.”
“Makes sense you’d be friends,” Jasper murmured.
Vincent ignored that and went back to cooking. It wasn’t until he’d finished up that he noticed Jasper hadn’t joined him. He set the skillet aside to keep warm and went in search of his wayward brat, only to find him sitting on the edge of the bed with a familiar manila envelope in his hands.
When Vincent sat next to him, he tensed. “I wasn’t snooping,” he said quickly. “I was trying to find my charger.”
“I didn’t think you were,” Vincent said, holding his hand out and taking the papers when Jasper offered them.
He hadn’t opened either envelope when they first arrived, and he hadn’t doubted Jasper when he said he was clean, but it was a relief to see it verified.
He wasn’t worried about his own so he opened the other envelope, quickly glanced over it to make sure it said the same, and handed it to Jasper.
When he stayed silent, Vincent took the papers back and slipped them into their respective envelopes. “Like I said before, this changes nothing unless you want it to.”
Jasper gripped the covers on either side of his legs. “I don’t know….”
“Then it changes nothing,” Vincent said firmly, turning to face Jasper directly and stifling a sigh at his dubious expression.
He grasped Jasper’s chin to tilt his head up and force him to meet his eye.
“We’ll continue using protection until you say otherwise.
” Then he pressed Jasper back to lie down.
Jasper huffed as his back hit the bed, but he lifted his arms to rest above his head as if by habit.
Vincent let out a soft hum of approval and stretched out over him, sliding his hand up Jasper’s chest before tipping his head back and indulging in a kiss.
He took his time with it, kissing Jasper until his breaths came faster and soft pleading moans escaped. When he pulled back, Jasper whined.
“You’re not going to fuck me now, are you?”
Vincent laughed. “No.”
“Whyyyy?”
He slipped a hand under Jasper’s shirt and slid along warm skin until he found a nipple, pitching his voice lower as he answered.
“We have two weeks, and I intend to make the most of it.” Then he pulled his hand away and stood.
“And I have a list of options for how to spend our time here that you need to go through. Which can wait until after we eat.”
He pulled away and headed back to the kitchen, snorting softly when Jasper whined and grumbled behind him. They had two weeks. No way was he going to rush or skip the planning. Besides, Jasper enjoyed the teasing as much as he did.
He dished up the stir-fry and passed a plate to Jasper, and if they ate a bit quicker than usual, he pretended not to notice.
When they headed back to the loft, he lifted the suitcase onto the dresser, found his notebook, and flipped to the page with what he’d listed out before handing it to Jasper.
A pen was tucked into the spiral. “Circle the ones you’re most interested in.
Cross out the ones that are limits. Would you prefer to look them over alone? ”
Jasper stared at the page for long enough that Vincent worried he’d broken him, but he finally croaked, “You can stay.” He stretched out on the bed and rolled to his stomach as he snatched a pillow to lie on.
Vincent settled beside him, nudging Jasper’s shirt up enough to rest a hand at the small of his back while he nuzzled against Jasper’s neck.
“You’re distracting me,” Jasper said, his eye roll audible.
Vincent answered with a bite against his shoulder. “Good.”
Jasper huffed, but he gamely focused on the notebook, crossing a few options out as he obviously did a quick skim. It wasn’t until he started circling things that Vincent focused more on the notebook and Jasper’s answers than on distracting his brat.