Chapter 6
JASPER READ the list several times as he slowly marked things off.
It wasn’t until the fourth time he circled something that he noticed how Vincent’s fingers flexed against his hip when he did so.
He side-eyed Vincent as a small thrill of power went through him.
Knowing Vincent was interested in everything on the paper he was tempted to circle all of it, but he had to remind himself that wasn’t what Vincent wanted.
Still, it was a heady sensation. He was still finding his footing with the knowledge that so much of what they did together started and ended with Jasper’s choices, but this was a blatant reminder of how much power he truly held in the relationship.
Vincent raised an eyebrow when he noticed Jasper staring. “Problem?”
He grinned and leaned in to peck Vincent’s lips. “Just thinking.” Vincent didn’t appear convinced, but that was fine. It was more fun if he was kept guessing. Jasper turned back to the list, hesitating at humiliation and tapping it with the end of the pen. “What exactly does this entail?”
Vincent propped his chin on Jasper’s shoulder.
“That would depend on you,” he said and squeezed Jasper’s hip before he could draw breath to protest. “You enjoy being called slut,” he murmured, and Jasper shivered as heat tightened his gut.
“We could explore that some more if you’re interested.
” He chuckled as Jasper circled it twice.
Jasper continued through the last few he hadn’t marked yet and tapped predicament bondage. “What’s this?”
“Restraining someone so they have a specific, limited range of movement or positions.”
“How’s that different from how you usually tie me up?”
Vincent smiled briefly and nipped Jasper’s earlobe. “Usually I like to pair it with a set of instructions.”
Jasper refused to be distracted by Vincent’s lips and teeth and warm breath even if it was nearly impossible not to be. “Instructions that I can follow?”
“If you try hard enough, maybe.”
Jasper huffed and slanted Vincent his best unimpressed stare, glad he was on his stomach since he was thoroughly worked up at the mere thought of experiencing anything on the page. “Is this one of those particular tastes you mentioned?”
“Yes.”
He eyed the list and wondered what else on there fell into that category.
Most of it he’d at least heard of even if he’d never thought to try it out or assumed he wouldn’t like it.
Like CBT. But Vincent made it easy to say yes to almost everything.
Maybe that was stupid of him, willingly jumping into anything Vincent wanted to do to him, but Vincent hadn’t given him a reason not to trust him so far, so he circled predicament bondage.
He tilted his head as he reached role-play, and he didn’t miss the way Vincent stilled beside him.
He glanced over curiously. “What kind of role-play?” he asked before remembering Vincent explaining how he realized he was into the whole kink thing.
“Like playing doctor?” he asked brightly.
The heat in Vincent’s gaze in response to that question left him momentarily dizzy.
“Yes,” Vincent said, voice rough enough to make him shiver.
Jasper leaned closer with a soft, “You want to do naughty things to your patient?” Vincent’s breath audibly hitched, and Jasper bit his lip to keep from grinning.
“You want to give me a prostate exam with your penis?” he asked in a scandalized whisper.
He couldn’t help the burst of triumphant satisfaction in his chest when Vincent rolled away with a spluttered laugh.
“Sir!” he gasped. “That is not appropriate medical practice!”
“Oh yes, how could I forget,” Vincent replied dryly. “You’re the medical expert. Maybe you should be the doctor.”
Jasper’s eyes widened as he pictured himself giving Vincent a prostate exam with his penis. He didn’t often imagine himself as the one on top and wasn’t sure he should even be entertaining the idea since a sub couldn’t top. Right?
Vincent settled on his side and propped his head on his fist, reaching up to brush Jasper’s hair out of his eyes. “Pet?”
Jasper blinked and focused on the notebook again, but Vincent wasn’t having it. He buried a hand in Jasper’s hair and turned his head to face him again.
“What are you thinking?”
He flushed as a soft sound of protest escaped, though he stopped himself from saying ”nothing.” “I don’t want to say.”
Vincent raised an eyebrow, and for a moment Jasper expected him to demand an answer anyway, but he let go.
Jasper swallowed and turned back to the notebook, hesitating before circling role-play, along with the others he hadn’t crossed out, before handing it over. “All done,” he said. “Now what?”
“Now,” Vincent said as he tugged the notebook closer and studied Jasper’s choices, “we enjoy ourselves for the next few days before Zach insists on meeting you.”
Jasper rolled onto his side and hooked a leg over Vincent’s hip. “The one who owns this place?”
“Mm-hmm. One of the owners. He makes most of the benches and furniture I have in the club.”
“And he wants to meet me? Why?”
Vincent gave him an exasperated look. “Because I’ve taken you on as my sub.”
Jasper wiggled his fingers into the top of Vincent’s pants, biting back a grin when Vincent let him. “He’s not going to give me a shovel talk, is he?”
Vincent snorted and slid his hand down to cup Jasper’s ass. “If anything, I expect him to tell you to find someone better.”
“I’m starting to see a pattern with your friends, Sir,” he murmured, though when Vincent pressed closer and fastened his lips to Jasper’s neck, he couldn’t have said what day it was, much less voice a fleeting thought of Vincent’s friends all being dicks.
“You’ll probably like Aston better, then,” Vincent murmured between kisses as he moved down Jasper’s throat.
“Uh-huh.”
“He’s the one who took all the photos hanging in the club.”
Jasper blinked as his brain caught up with the fact Vincent wasn’t kissing him anymore and was instead staring down at him with a considering expression.
“Pictures,” he repeated, the word feeling like nonsense on his tongue.
He swallowed the whine building at the back of his throat.
Why were they still talking when they could be having sex?
The pictures in the club. The black-and-white portraits of people in various poses that lined the walls. Most of them naked or at least showing a lot of skin. Vincent had said he’d hang a picture of Jasper if he let him, but that was only talk. Right?
“You want a picture of me?” he asked, eyeing Vincent warily when he nodded. “Why would you want a picture of me hanging in the club?”
“Various reasons,” Vincent replied, sliding a hand under Jasper’s shirt and circling a finger around his nipple. “I did warn you I was a voyeur.”
Jasper swallowed a moan and valiantly fought to stay focused. “You do-don’t need a picture for that.”
“Maybe I want the reminder. Or the simple pleasure of having a framed portrait of you submitting for me.” He punctuated the comment with a quick pinch and tug on Jasper’s nipple, and that was the end of Jasper’s battle.
None of the photos in the club had faces.
If Vincent wanted to add one of Jasper to the wall, he didn’t really mind.
It was kinda hot actually. Jasper knew he wasn’t much to look at.
No muscles from working out, much less a cut physique, but apparently Vincent liked something about him enough to immortalize in a picture.
“Okay.” He tugged Vincent close enough to nip his lower lip. “Now can we have sex?”
Vincent huffed a laugh against Jasper’s cheek. “Insatiable.”
“Your fault, Sir.” He worked his shirt over his head then sprawled out on the bed. “You need to take responsibility. I expect mind-blowing sex at least once a day while we’re here.”
“Oh, how will I ever meet such demanding… demands.”
Jasper grinned. “Such eloquent eloquence, Sir. You really have a way with words. Really swept me off my fe-eeet!” he squeaked, rolling away with a laugh when Vincent retaliated by pinching his side.
He tried to crawl away, but Vincent easily pinned him down, and when Vincent’s lips traced a path down his spine, he gave up trying to get away altogether.