Chapter 7
JASPER LAZED in bed after he woke, his excitement returning tenfold with consciousness. He was officially on vacation. With Vincent.
He rolled over to find Vincent still asleep and leaned in to press a light kiss to his cheek before climbing out of bed.
When he made it to the kitchen to start breakfast, he was surprised by all the food in the fridge, though he probably shouldn’t have been.
If Vincent knew the owners, he was likely getting all kinds of perks.
Even the coffee was the same kind as the one Vincent had at home, and he rolled his eyes as he started a pot.
He put some music on his phone and started scrambling eggs with bacon. Vincent finally joined him when he was finishing up and sleepily nuzzled into his neck. Jasper tipped his head back with a grin. “What’s the plan for today?”
Vincent tightened his arms with a hum and kissed across Jasper’s neck and shoulders. “Hiking.”
“Sex first?” he pleaded, bumping his ass into Vincent’s groin.
Vincent groped him and stole a piece of bacon before filling a cup of coffee. “Maybe.”
“MAYBE, MY ass,” he grumbled under his breath, trudging out of the cabin after Vincent, but his disappointment faded quickly as they followed a path into the woods.
There were no sounds of the city. No cars honking or zooming past. No people shouting.
No stench of exhaust. He breathed deep and tipped his head back as he listened to the birds and insects.
It was still early enough it wasn’t too hot, and a cool breeze rustled through the leaves. He’d never seen so much green before.
The path was packed dirt and rocks, winding through the trees until it branched in three directions. A sign pointed out a lake to the left, hot springs in the center, and a recreation center and main office to the right.
Vincent headed left, and Jasper took the chance to thread their fingers together and lean into Vincent’s side.
“Where’s the zip lining?”
“It’s a separate business that they partnered with a few miles from here.”
“Does that mean we can’t go?”
Vincent let out a groan but quickly cut it off. “You really want to go?”
“Yeah, it sounds fun.”
“I’ll work it into the schedule.”
“Oh, is there an actual schedule?” Jasper asked, tipping his head back with a laugh. “Is it a list of all the positions you want to have sex in?”
“And all the ways I intend to torment you,” Vincent added dryly.
“Can I see?”
“Absolutely not.”
Jasper huffed and pressed his face against Vincent’s shoulder before biting.
“Starting to think I should put a muzzle on you.”
Jasper smirked. “Woof.”
The lake came into view a few minutes later, the water still and clear enough to see straight to the bottom. No one else was around as they wandered to the edge of the water. “We going for a swim?”
“You can.”
Jasper rolled his eyes and bumped into Vincent. “What’d you pack the swim trunks for, then?”
Vincent bumped back before turning to walk along the water’s edge. “The hot springs.”
Well, at least he’d get to see Vincent mostly naked and wet at some point.
Maybe he’d even get a chance to finally see him fully naked, scars and all.
He stopped to pick up a few rocks and turned them over in his hand.
“Can you skip rocks?” he asked, rubbing dirt off one that seemed promising, even if he had no idea what one should look like.
It was mostly flat; that was all he knew to search for.
Vincent glanced back at him. “Never tried.”
“Me neither.” Jasper tossed the rock up to test the weight of it, then turned to the water and let it fly.
It skipped once before disappearing with a sploosh.
Huffing, he dropped the other rocks and searched for more until he found some better ones, though even after four attempts he could only get one skip out of them.
When he noticed Vincent was simply standing and watching him, he offered one of the rocks he’d found.
Vincent eyed it dubiously but took it, then stared at it as he turned it over and over in his hand.
After a long moment he sighed and turned to the water.
When he threw the rock it sailed several feet into the air and plunked straight into the lake.
“Try lower,” Jasper offered, holding out another rock and wiggling it when Vincent made no move to take it. “One more?” he asked. “If you make it skip I’ll give you a massage?”
“Why are you bribing me to skip a rock?”
Jasper shrugged. “You said flattery won’t work on you.”
Vincent shook his head, though Jasper was sure he caught an amused smile before Vincent turned away.
He wiped the dirt off the rock, bent to rinse it in the water, tossed it in the air a few times, and finally drew his arm back.
This time he threw it close to the water’s surface, where it did a tiny bounce before plunking to the bottom.
“Close enough,” Jasper said, dropping his last rock in favor of taking Vincent’s hand.
“You’re very easy to please.”
“It’s not like it’s an entirely selfless offer,” he said quietly.
He couldn’t give Vincent a decent massage if he was dressed.
Maybe he’d even give Vincent a happy ending, without a condom.
He’d read their test results. They were both clean.
Was there really any reason to keep using protection?
He wasn’t going to cheat on Vincent, and he trusted Vincent wouldn’t cheat on him.
Even when Vincent did the occasional scene with subs in the club, he said he never had sex with them. Jasper had seen firsthand how true that was. He’d offered to let Vincent fuck him more than once their first couple of scenes together, and Vincent never took him up on it.
The day was warming up by the time they left the lake and returned to the cooler shade of the trees. Thankfully Vincent led them back to the cabin rather than explore further. Once they were inside and rehydrated, Jasper hooked his arms around Vincent’s waist. “Massage?”
“I have a better idea.” Vincent slipped his hand from Jasper’s back to his ass and squeezed. “Why don’t we try some predicament bondage?”
The heat and arousal that went straight to Jasper’s cock was almost painful in its intensity. “Yes, please.”
“Strip and wait by the patio door,” Vincent ordered, then headed down the hall towards the playroom.
Jasper toed his socks off and kicked them to the side, the rest of his clothes following a moment later.
Only when he was by the door did he realize it overlooked part of the hiking trail they’d used.
The chances of someone wandering close to their cabin were slim, but not zero.
The papers they’d signed mentioned the explicit nature of the resort, and that by staying they agreed to the possibility of seeing others in various states of undress or involved in scenes, sexual or otherwise.
He’d never considered being watched before, at least not outside of the club, but Vincent had kept their scenes private.
Either in a room at the club or at home.
Did Vincent want to show him off? That possibility sent an interesting thrill through him, even more than the fact that Vincent apparently wanted to put a tastefully nude portrait of Jasper on display.
He turned when Vincent joined him, his gaze snagging on the leather cuffs. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected, but cuffs seemed too simple for something called predicament bondage. “Is that it?”
“No,” Vincent said but didn’t elaborate. Instead he pressed the fingertips of his free hand to Jasper’s stomach and backed him against the door.
The cool glass against his skin made him shiver, but Vincent’s lips on his warmed him quickly, and when Vincent ordered him to turn and put his hands behind his back, nerves and excitement heated him even further.
A soft moan escaped him when the cuffs were secured, and he caught Vincent’s smug expression in the reflection as he let his forehead rest against the glass.
Vincent put a hand beside his head, but it took a moment for him to notice the quarter beneath Vincent’s finger.
“Here’s the predicament,” Vincent murmured, his low voice in Jasper’s ear sending goose bumps all down his arms. “Hold the coin against the glass with your nose. If you let it fall, you don’t get to come. ”
“What?”
“Can you do that?”
It sounded easy enough, and he wasn’t about to back down now. “Yes, Sir.”
Vincent chuckled. Maybe it was Jasper’s imagination, but it sounded skeptical. He wondered what he’d missed, but he’d be fine. Even if he dropped the quarter, he was sure he’d still enjoy whatever Vincent had planned. Maybe more so.
Vincent moved the quarter close enough for Jasper to press his nose against. Almost immediately he realized this was a trap.
Without his hands he couldn’t balance, and he was forced to smush his nose against the glass along with his forehead to ensure he didn’t let the coin fall.
Keeping the quarter from moving took enough focus that he didn’t realize Vincent was putting a cock ring on him until it was secured, and then Vincent gripped Jasper’s hips and kissed down his spine.
That was mildly distracting, but Jasper managed to keep his face and the quarter against the glass.
At least until Vincent sank to his knees and spread Jasper’s cheeks, followed by hot breath between them.
Shock and disbelief shivered through him.
Vincent had never even given him a blow job without a condom in place. Surely he wouldn’t—
The moment Vincent’s tongue touched him, Jasper’s entire body jerked as if he’d been shocked.
He rocked onto his toes with a sharp, eager moan, his breath fogging the glass.
When that delicious heat and pressure vanished and Vincent tsked, Jasper realized his nose wasn’t pressed against the glass anymore, and the quarter was nowhere to be found.
“Shit,” he gasped, slumping against the door with a whine.
Vincent slid his body against Jasper’s as he stood. “I take it you truly understand now?” he murmured, dark amusement in his voice.
“Such a dick, Sir.”
“You like it.” Vincent pressed the quarter to the glass and slid it closer to bump against Jasper’s nose. “You can have one more chance. Do you still think you can do it?”
“Not if you put your tongue on me again,” he grumbled.
“Pity. Here.” Vincent bumped the coin against his nose again.
Once Jasper was settled, he focused on breathing and staying still and not on the sound of the lube popping open, which worked up until Vincent had two fingers inside him. Then he was screwed. Figuratively and innuendoly.
The glass fogged to the point he couldn’t see anything, and the condensation made it slippery.
Somehow he managed to keep the quarter in place, even when Vincent slid both hands up Jasper’s chest and tormented his nipples for what seemed like hours.
As much as he wanted to give in to the pleasure and simply enjoy whatever Vincent wanted to do with him, he had to keep the coin from falling.
It wasn’t even about getting off at the end at that point. He’d already dropped it once, and Vincent let him have a second chance. He couldn’t fail again.
Then Vincent ripped open a condom a moment before his zipper rasped open. Jasper braced himself as best he could but still couldn’t keep his body from arching in pleasure as Vincent pushed inside him.
The coin slipped, but he caught it with his lips, which made it hard to breathe when he was already gasping for air.
“Good boy,” Vincent murmured in Jasper’s ear, sliding his hands over Jasper’s chest and tweaking his nipples again. “But can you keep it there?”
He attempted to answer, but it came out as muffled nonsense, then turned into a long moan when Vincent began thrusting.
Slow enough not to pull Jasper away from the glass, hard enough he was forced onto the balls of his feet to keep steady.
The chafe of the cuffs was almost pleasant but too distracting on top of everything else.
The glass became slick from his desperate breaths. The quarter slipped, and he caught it with his chin, but it was no use. He couldn’t properly enjoy himself when he couldn’t move freely. Or as freely as his restraints allowed.
As he pushed back to meet Vincent’s next thrust, his head slipped down and his chin came away from the glass far enough for the coin to fall free. He whimpered softly but with almost as much relief as disappointment.
Behind him Vincent froze, then pressed forward to pin Jasper bodily against the door with a soft tsk. “Looks like you won’t be getting off.”
Jasper didn’t care. Not when he could finally focus on Vincent taking him apart. “Shut up and fuck me, Sir,” he gasped, pushing his hips back with a pleading moan.
Vincent took the hint like the good Dom he was, and Jasper bit his lip against a delirious laugh as he fought the urge to call Vincent a good Dom like Vincent called him a good boy.
Vincent gripped Jasper’s hip, his other arm braced against the window beside Jasper’s head, breath coming in hot puffs against his shoulder as Vincent took his pleasure.
Jasper splayed and flexed his fingers, managing to latch on to Vincent’s shirt with louder moans to urge him on.
He might not get to come, but somehow that made this even hotter, knowing Vincent was fucking him because Vincent wanted to and not because Jasper had begged for it.
He closed his eyes with a groan, muttering taunts and pleas alike under his breath until Vincent bit his shoulder with a breathless laugh and came.
Neither of them moved for a long moment, Vincent standing with his forehead resting on Jasper’s shoulder while he was trapped against the door. Finally Vincent straightened and pulled out, his hands lingering against Jasper’s hips like a caress.
“Good boy,” he murmured, pressing a lingering kiss to Jasper’s neck before stepping away.
He might not have gotten off, but satiation made his aching arousal bearable. Apparently… he liked being used? He’d dabbled in it before when Vincent gave him a taste of being punished, but this was more intense. Probably from the risk of being seen by someone. Not that it mattered.
Once Vincent cleaned him up and released him, he found the notebook with the list and snagged a pen to circle slave for a day twice.