Chapter 9 – Otis #2
“Oh Indian is good. Butter chicken and rice,” I tell him, giving him my favourite order.
“You’re a man that knows what he likes,” Jasper chuckles back.
“In every aspect of my life.” I look over to him and smile.
“Stop looking at me like that, otherwise I will never get food ordered, and will end up eating you again.”
“In that case…” I tease.
“Otis. Stop it.” Jasper has added that firmness to his voice that I’m starting to adore.
“Yes, sir,” I reply.
“Good. If you can stay silent for five minutes, maybe you can have a reward,” Jasper adds.
“Reward?”
“Yes. Maybe I will give you another blow job or let you stay over,” Jasper adds.
“Stay over. Like spend the night? With you? In your bed?” And I can’t hide the excitement in my voice at this idea.
“Well it looks like I know what reward you want. Five minutes,” Jasper says, as he pulls his mobile out of his pocket, turns it towards me to show me the time, before turning it back.
Five minutes. So easy. I can do that. This will be good training for me.
I look over to Jasper, who is typing on his phone.
Not paying me any attention. Guessing that he’s busy ordering food, I turn away from him and look around the living room.
The couch we’re sitting on is against a back wall, and in front of us is a huge bay window that overlooks the garden.
There is another couch to the side of us, that faces a huge TV that’s mounted on the opposite wall.
I like the room, but it seems to be missing something. A hint of colour. A hint of Jasper.
Looking back over to Jasper, I expected him to be looking over to me.
But he’s not, he’s still looking at his phone.
Surely five minutes has to be over. Okay, so this is going to be harder than I thought.
I want to ask Jasper how long I have left but I was to stay quiet, so I can’t.
So instead I start tapping my feet. Needing to do something.
“Otis. You need to stay still, too. No foot tapping,” Jasper pipes up. “You have two minutes. You’re doing well for your first instruction.”
Pride fills me at hearing Jasper’s words. Yes, staying quiet and not moving is one of the hardest things I have ever done, but I can do this. The thought of spending the night here with Jasper was too good of an opportunity to pass up.
“Well done, Otis,” Jasper says, and my head snaps in his direction. “That was impressive.”
“Thank you,” I mutter back.
“Guess you are staying the night, if that is still what you want?” Jasper asks.
“I would like that,” I mumble back.
“Me too. It’s been a long time since I’ve shared my bed with someone,” Jasper replies. “Especially someone as handsome as you.”
“Is this what it’s like?” I ask. “The relationship we would have?”
“Yes, this is an aspect of it,” Jasper adds, and I notice that his voice has changed again. There is a softer edge to it now. “Food will be about thirty minutes, so let’s talk. Discuss what you are and aren’t willing to do.”
“I did some research,” I tell him.
“And?”
“I don’t want to be flogged or whipped,” I tell him. “That looks like too much for me.”
“Good. That isn’t something I do anyway. What about toys? Did you look them up?” Jasper adds.
“Yes.” And I can’t help but swallow. I remember those videos. The moans from the men. I had grown so hard just watching.
“Oh, you liked them?” Jasper prompts.
“The men were enjoying them. The Dom was taking such good care of them,” I tell him.
“Doms will always look after their sub. I would never ask you to do something you didn’t want to do, just because I wanted it. This is about enjoyment for both of us. For me, I just like to have more control over the person, this includes tying them up. Would you be okay with that?”
“I’m not sure,” I tell Jasper truthfully. “But I would like to try. If I didn’t like it, would that be a deal breaker for you?” And God I hope that it isn’t.
“Not going to lie, I would be disappointed as it’s my favourite. But no, it wouldn’t be a deal breaker,” Jasper states.
“Okay.” And I make a mental note to do more research on being tied up, because I know I wouldn’t want to deny Jasper anything, “Would we have to have a safe word?”
“With previous subs I have set up a safe word, just in case, and I would recommend we do the same,” Jasper explains.
“Spa,” I tell him.
“Excuse me?”
“I want my safe word to be Spa,” I tell him. My research had told me that this might come up and so I had been thinking about what I would want.
“I’m going to regret this, but why Spa?”
“It’s my favourite race track. It’s the track that I feel most free on, and yet it can also be one of the most dangerous. Will that be okay?”
“I like it,” Jasper confirms.
“Is that everything?”
“That’s pretty much everything covered. I would normally write this up and get you to sign it,” Jasper adds, “But you’re different, I don’t feel the need to do that with you. Which is completely new territory for me, and I’m sure Marcus will have something to say about it.”
“I want us to be more than just Dom/sub,” I mumble, “I want a proper relationship with you. I want to, when the time is right, introduce you as my boyfriend, not my Dom.”
“Let’s just see what happens,” Jasper adds.
“I will tell the world, Jasper,” I add, trying to add a firm edge to my voice.
“I’ve been told that before,” Jasper adds, looking me dead in the eye.
“You have, but not by me,” I tell him.
Jasper goes to open his mouth to argue with me, but knows that he can’t, because I’m not wrong.
I can fully understand that Jasper is going to be making comparisons between me and Clive.
That is only natural, especially taking into account that a few months ago I identified as straight.
But all I can do is reassure Jasper that I’m not going to deny him.
I would never do anything to deliberately hurt him.
“Are you going to tell your mum about me?” Jasper suddenly asks out of the blue.
“Yeah, I will. I think she’s going to be surprised, but I don’t think that she’s going to care,” I tell him. “She wasn’t a fan of the last girlfriend, and you are one hundred percent nicer than her.”
“I think I will take that as a compliment.” Jasper smiles over to me.
“Will you come with me?” I suddenly ask.
“When you tell your mum?”
“Yeah, I had planned to go and see her in a week or so. She doesn’t like flying, so she won’t be coming to a lot of my races,” I explain.
“Are you sure?” Jasper questions.
“Well, it is only fair. I have met Kimber!” I say with a smile.
“Okay then,” Jasper replies.
“Plus, it’s away from HQ. We will have some privacy. No prying eyes staring at us.”
“That does sound nice. Not sure what I’m going to tell Vincent to get the time off,” Jasper counters.
“I’m sure we can think of something. I like the thought of spending a few days alone with you.” And I give him a wink.
“Oh, you are going to be so much trouble.”
Before I’m able to answer him, there’s a knock on the front door, letting us know that our food has arrived, and that brings our conversation to an end.
I hadn’t wanted to admit it to myself, but I had been nervous about the Dom/sub conversation.
I hadn’t been sure what Jasper was going to ask, and if I would be able to give him what he needed, but now I was excited.
I was looking forward to the adventure Jasper was going to take me on.
“Are you going to sit there all night staring at the window, like an idiot, or are we going to eat so I can take you back to bed?”
I feel the smile spread across my face at hearing him say, ‘take me back to bed’, and then chuckle when he turns and mumbles, “so much fucking trouble.”