Chapter 19
VINCENT WOULD never admit it, but he was relieved to be back in the cabin.
He’d known Jasper’s father had to be a piece of work, but seeing it for himself was worse than his imagination.
He wasn’t too impressed with Amber, either, though he supposed family had a tendency to bring out the worst in each other.
It didn’t make it any easier to keep from offering to let Jasper move into his spare bedroom.
The last person he’d lived with was Adam, and that was only after dating him for their final year at Oxford.
Looking back, even that had been too soon, but that likely had more to do with Adam being a toxic asshole and Vincent ignoring everyone around him trying to tell him as much.
The fact both Zach and Ash had taken to Jasper should have been enough to quell any doubts, but Jasper moving in would hopefully mean wearing Vincent’s collar and an entirely new level to their relationship.
Not that he didn’t want that. Jasper had already proven to be an amazing sub, and they worked well together, but were they really ready for that kind of commitment?
Jasper was still young, still in college, likely hadn’t even reached the point of fully realizing who he was or wanted to be yet.
None of which were deal breakers, but they weren’t to be ignored either.
Jasper shifted in his sleep, rolling away from the streak of watery sunlight filtering through the blinds. He curled closer to Vincent, most of his warm olive skin exposed where he’d kicked the covers off in the night.
Vincent draped the sheet over him as the AC turned on with a rush of cool air, content to watch Jasper sleep for a few minutes before finally getting up to start the day.
He needed a shower, but if Jasper was still in the mindset of wanting Vincent to make decisions for him, he had plans for how to accommodate.
He settled for wiping a warm cloth over his face and neck, then headed down to start breakfast. While the pans warmed he grabbed his phone, glad to see no missed calls from Amber.
A text from Zach confirmed they were free to have lunch whenever, and that Ash could do the photo shoot as soon as the rain let up.
He got the eggs and bacon started and then checked the forecast. The rain was supposed to last all day, but the rest of the week should be clear.
He suggested two days out for the shoot, to give the ground a chance to dry up, and lunch the day after.
A thumbs-up response came through a few minutes later, and he set his phone aside to focus on cooking.
Jasper stumbled into the kitchen like a zombie as Vincent was finishing the first pancake and plastered himself to Vincent’s back. “Not allowed to leave me alone in bed,” he grumbled, wrapping his arms tight around Vincent’s stomach.
“My mistake. I’ll be sure to wake you next time I’m up before dawn,” he replied dryly.
“Why would you be up before dawn?” Jasper asked, his words warped by a loud yawn. “Only psychos get up that early.”
“Who says I’m not?” Vincent grabbed a plate and pried one of Jasper’s hands free to press the dish into. “Eat up.”
Jasper made a happy noise. “Am I going to need my strength?”
He leaned over to steal a quick kiss. “Always,” he murmured with a swat to Jasper’s ass.
Jasper grinned and filled his plate, and Vincent was glad to see it was more than he’d been eating the last couple of days.
Once he had his own plate and had settled at the table, he eyed Jasper. “Where’s your head at today?”
Jasper shot him a curious look. “I’m okay… I’m up for anything.”
Vincent hesitated, then remembered how Jasper had circled the slave for a day option. “If you still want to give up making decisions, I can make you my slave for the day.”
“Yes,” Jasper said, heat staining his cheeks as he straightened. “Please.”
“Do you still want to stop using condoms?”
Jasper’s flush darkened as he flicked his tongue against his lips. “Yes.”
Vincent let out a satisfied hum and motioned for Jasper to finish eating.
If Jasper wanted to forget the past few days, he could help with that.
It might not be the healthiest response, but Vincent was of the opinion that Jasper’s father had earned the contempt of his sons.
There wasn’t anything for Jasper to do from here, and it was clear he hadn’t been wanted or needed there by anyone but Amber.
The least Vincent could do was help him enjoy himself for the rest of their time here.
Once they finished eating, he left Jasper to clean up as he retrieved a blindfold and two pairs of cuffs from the playroom, then motioned Jasper upstairs to the bathroom.
“For the next few hours, you’re completely mine,” he said, turning Jasper to face him.
“Give me control. You don’t need to worry about anything except your safeword or the signals I request of you. ”
Jasper’s throat worked as he swallowed. “Yes, Sir,” he whispered. “I’m all yours.”
“Good boy.” Vincent pulled him in for slow lingering kisses while divesting him of what little clothing he had on. Then he pointed out the hand grips near the top of the shower. “Hold on to those.”
Jasper stepped into the stall and grabbed on to them, adjusting his hands before glancing over his shoulder.
“Good.” Vincent lifted the blindfold and waited for Jasper’s nod to secure it around his eyes. He rested his hands on Jasper’s shoulders and brushed a kiss against his ear. “Relax, pet. I’ll take good care of you.”
Jasper tilted his head enough that Vincent caught the faint smile on his lips. “You always do, Sir.”
He squeezed Jasper’s shoulders, then turned the water on and let it warm up while he stripped and stepped into the stall.
Once the water changed from frigid to warm he switched it to come out of the detachable showerhead, then turned his attention to soaking every inch of Jasper below his neck.
He used his free hand to guide the water and chase the goose bumps rippling across Jasper’s back.
On the second pass, Jasper tipped forward as some of the tension finally eased out of his shoulders.
“Good boy.” He put the showerhead back in its place and angled the water to hit their chests, then grabbed the cloth to soap it up.
“We’ll have Ash take photos the day after tomorrow,” he murmured as he dragged the cloth across Jasper’s shoulders.
He kept his movements slow and firm, massaging as much as scrubbing.
“Then have lunch with them the day after.”
Jasper let out a long breath and relaxed further. “Yes, Sir.”
“For now, I’m going to explore your body in ways I haven’t been able to yet.” Jasper’s quiet moan was all eager anticipation, and Vincent couldn’t resist pressing his lips to Jasper’s ear. “Starting with tasting every inch of you.”
Jasper whimpered and rocked his hips back, but Vincent shifted aside before he could make contact.
“Patience,” he said, then set out to test Jasper’s patience as he resumed washing.
One hand scrubbed while the other caressed, massaged, or stroked by turns.
As he worked his way down Jasper’s body, he made sure to find and exploit every sensitive point he’d learned of over the past few months.
Jasper’s neck and nipples were a given, but there was also the spot behind his ear, the one below his ribs, and the inside of his left thigh up to his hip.
When he reached Jasper’s groin he spent a long few minutes ensuring he was thoroughly cleaned, his own cock taking interest in the promise of finally getting his mouth on Jasper.
By the time he finished actually washing them both and grabbed the showerhead for a rinse, Jasper’s breathing had deepened, and he’d pressed his forehead to the wall for balance.
Vincent settled his palm against Jasper’s back as he shut off the water, then snagged a towel.
He wiped himself dry with a few brisk passes and wrapped the towel around his waist. With a second towel in hand he turned back to Jasper and dried him with the same meticulous attention as he had with washing.
When he was satisfied, he helped Jasper out of the shower without removing the blindfold and guided him to the bed.
“Lie back,” he murmured, grabbing the lube as Jasper stretched out on the bed.
As much as he liked restraints in general, he left Jasper’s hands free and settled on the bed next to him.
The lube he tossed next to the pillow before leaning over and kissing Jasper’s neck. “Comfortable?” he asked softly.
“Uh-huh.”
“Good.” He breathed in the clean scent of skin as he leisurely kissed and nibbled his way down and across Jasper’s chest. “You don’t need permission to come today. The only rule is that you tell me when you’re getting close,” he said, pausing at a nipple to tease it into a hard nub with his teeth.
Jasper arched beneath him with a moan, his hand lifting from the bed as if to grab on to Vincent before he forced it back down.
“Understand?”
He swallowed twice before he found his voice. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy.” He grasped Jasper’s hand and brought it to his lips, flicking his tongue against his wrist before guiding Jasper’s fingers into his hair.
They were both going to enjoy this. There’d be plenty of time to torture Jasper by restraining him and edging him with a blow job some other time.
For now he wanted Jasper uninhibited and mindless with pleasure.
He closed his eyes for a moment when Jasper’s fingers curled in a loose grip in his hair, then got back to the task at hand by tormenting both nipples.
Once they were hard and pinked, he continued down past Jasper’s stomach.
Something dangerously close to excitement fluttered in his gut as he moved lower.
He’d wanted to taste Jasper since they’d signed their first contract.