Chapter 10 – Jasper #2
I had been so caught up in the conversation that I hadn’t really been paying attention to the surroundings, and for the first time I saw that Otis had pulled into a driveway and was turning off the ignition.
“We’re here,” Otis states, pointing to the house.
“Fuck.”
“Yes please,” Otis says, looking over to me and smiling.
“Stop it. I don’t need a hard on to meet your mum,” I tell him.
“Bet you’re not nervous anymore,” Otis adds as he opens the door and gets out, going to the boot.
And even though I want to argue with him, I can’t, because all I can think about now is his stunning, gorgeous body.
Getting out of the car, I join him at the boot and lift out my bag. “I hate you; you know that right?” I tell him.
“If we weren’t outside, I would show you how much I disagree with that statement, but you never know who might be watching.”
Otis has become paranoid about the public, and I think that I’m partially to blame for that, along with that damn photo that got leaked last year, showing me with David. Otis has told me a few times, he doesn’t want our story to come out due to some sleazy paparazzi photo.
“Show me later?” I ask.
“Oh, God yes,” Otis replies.
“And by later, I mean when we are back at my house. I’m going to be a saint while we’re here.”
“We’ll see about that,” Otis replies with a look I wish I could understand, but strangely can’t, though it’s one that has piqued my interest, “Now come on.”
Otis closes the boot of the car and makes his way to the front door. There is no way to escape this now. I’m about to meet his mum. I take a deep breath and walk up and join Otis, just as he knocks on the door, and we walk in and he closes the door behind him.
“Hello!” Otis calls out.
“Hello!” A sweet female voice sounds, and then next thing I see is a lady, looking so much like Otis, who comes running from a room and pulls her son into a hug, “How was the drive?”
“It was good. Traffic was on our side for a change,” Otis adds.
“Well, I’m just glad you were able to get some time off before your first race. Vincent called me. Offered to fly me out. First class, but…”
“Mum, it’s okay. I should’ve told Vincent you hate flying,” Otis says. “And I would never go to a race without seeing you first. Plus, I wanted to introduce you to someone.”
“Yes, the person you said was very important to you.”
“Yes.” Otis side-steps and reaches his hand out to me, “Mum, can I introduce my boyfriend to you? This is Jasper.”
“Hi,” I say, reaching out my hand for her to shake. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Young. Otis has told me so much about you.”
“Boyfriend?” Otis’s mum says, looking from me to Otis, and I drop my hand. This doesn’t sound good.
“Yeah,” Otis states. He looks calm, but I’m suddenly holding my breath, waiting for his mum to explode. To demand that I leave and stay away from her son. That I must have corrupted him.
“Well it’s about bloody time,” are the words that come out of her mouth, and I feel myself being pulled into a hug.
“Wait, what did you say?” Otis demands.
“Otis, I’m your mother. I know you. There was always something missing with the girls you dated. They never seemed right for you.”
“And you never thought to tell me?” Otis demands.
“Really. You would have listened if I said ‘go try a man’? No, you would’ve laughed in my face. Plus, I see you chose a very handsome one, at that.”
“You don’t care that I’m a man, Mrs Young?” The words falling from my mouth unaided.
“Why the fuck would I care if you’re a man?”
I look at Otis’s mum for a second. I’m not used to hearing parents swear but it also explains where Otis gets it from.
“Mum, language please.”
“Oh Otis, grow up. You sound just like your dad. I’m sure Jasper has heard worse in the garage. Anyway, I’m glad it’s Jasper you brought home. I hoped that it was going to be him.”
“Sorry, Mrs. Young, but what?” What the hell does she mean that she was hoping that it was going to be me?
“My name is Elizabeth, yeah never forgave my parents for that one, but everyone calls me Lizzie,” Otis’s mum starts.
“And I mean that, Otis told me a while ago that he had a crush on someone. Then I saw him looking at you. The pair of you were in the background of some news piece, and I knew. A mother knows these things.”
“Mum, you don’t think the press knows, do you?” Otis suddenly asks.
“Oh God no,” Lizzie confirms. “Why?”
“I don’t want the world to know about me and Jasper at the moment. This is my rookie year, and I want to be like Lars. Want this to be about my driving, not who I’m sleeping with.”
“I’m not sure I completely agree with that, especially as you are driving in a team with openly gay drivers.”
“I think Otis is right,” I say. “Otis is known to have had girlfriends and the press are vultures as it is. They would eat this news up and forget that this is his first F1 season and Otis is a phenomenal driver. I want this year to be about that, not me. Plus he’s going to give Lars a run for his money.
” Quickly turning to Otis, I add, “If you tell him that…” and want to say ‘I will make you suffer’ but then remember I’m standing in front of his mum.
“Oh I like you,” Lizzie says, “about bloody time Otis brought home someone who thought about him. You should have met the airhead he brought home last time. In it for the fame, I’m sure of it.”
“Mum, she wasn’t,” Otis defends.
“I’ll tell you about it later,” Lizzie states, “when someone isn’t listening.”
“Mum,” Otis whines.
“Oh stop it. But look, it’s getting late. I’m off to bed. Wanted to stay up till you got here,” Lizzie says. “You boys stay up for a bit, there’s stuff for sandwiches in the fridge.”
“Actually, I think we might hit the hay too. It was a long drive,” Otis adds.
I’m really not tired, and not sure I could sleep at the moment, but I follow Otis as he turns off all the lights, picks up both our bags, slinging the straps over his shoulder, and heads upstairs.
“Mum is down there,” Otis says, pointing down the hallway. “My room is over there.”
Taking my hand, he leads me to his room, opens the door and steps aside for me to walk in first. Otis flicks on a light and the room comes alive. My eyes are drawn straight to his bed, because when I see the slatted headboard, all I can think is how stunning he would look tied to it.
“Thought you might like the headboard. I think I have been subconsciously wanting to be tied to it for a long time,” Otis adds as he drops the bags on the floor.
Turning on Otis, I push him up against his bedroom door and kiss him with everything that I have. Pushing my tongue into his mouth, grinding my semi hard cock into his. Fuck I was supposed to be good. Supposed to be behaving. But God, this man.
Breaking the kiss, I take a step back. I need to be good. Need to stop. Otis just looks at me and a smirk appears on his face as he sidesteps me. Why do I think he wanted me to react like that?
“I brought a little something with me,” Otis says as he bends down to open his bag, and pulls something out.
“What?”
“This.” And he holds up a bottle of lube but keeps one hand behind his back.
“Otis, I’m not having sex with you for the first time here.”
“Wasn’t thinking sex,” Otis replies, and I spot the blush on his cheeks, “I was thinking you could use it with this.”
Otis slowly brings his other hand forward, and there nestled in the palm of his hand is a butt plug. It’s on the small side and perfect for someone like Otis. Someone new to toys. “I did my research,” Otis adds quietly.
Any resolve I had to be good flies out the window, because who the fuck could turn this down? So I grab the plug and put it in the pocket of the jeans I’m wearing.
“Please tell me there is a lock on the door, and do you have anything I could tie you up with? It needs to be soft.” And I turn on my Dom voice, but make it slightly softer than normal.
“Yes to both,” Otis says.
“Good. Go lock the door and get me the tie,” I demand, and make my way over to the bed, sitting on the edge. I watch as Otis quickly locks the door, goes over to a wardrobe beside the door, and pulls out a cord that looks like it belongs to a bathrobe, and brings it over to me.
“Are you ready for a lesson?” I ask, knowing what this means. This is going to be the first time that we have gone this far, and I never thought that it would happen in his mum’s house.
“Yes,” Otis replies.
“You will refer to me as Sir. Whenever I give you a command you will reply ‘yes sir’. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” Otis answers.
“Good. Now please get undressed,” I command.
“Yes sir,” Otis replies, and slowly begins to take his clothes off. If he’s nervous he’s not showing it, and I can’t help but feel proud that he’s exploring this side of himself with me.
When Otis is naked, I can easily see how turned on he currently is, his dick is hard and standing to attention. Which I’m taking as a good sign. Reaching out, I wrap my hand around him. Pumping slowly, needing him to make a sound, I am rewarded when a small moan echoes around the room.
“As you were a little bit of a brat and brought a toy, without asking me, you are to remain quiet. No noise. Especially as we are in your mum’s house,” I tell him, and for the first time I see him falter.
“Yes sir,” Otis finally says, and I break the scene for a second.
“Otis if this gets too much at any time, just say Spa and I will stop. I want you to feel good, okay?” Otis just nods his head in agreement, but I need him to be vocal. “Do you understand, Otis?”
“Yes sir,” Otis replies.
Turning to the bed, I pull back the bed clothes so that they are at the base of the bed. I really don’t need his mum to see the evidence of what we’re about to do.
“Go lie down on the bed in the middle and place your hands above your head,” I say, adding that commanding edge back into my voice, and Otis quickly gets on the bed.