Chapter 11 - Otis
Slowly opening my eyes, I roll over and am disappointed to see Jasper’s side of the bed empty.
Laying my hand on the sheets, they feel cold to the touch, letting me know that he’s been gone a while.
Moving so that I’m lying on my back, I think back to the night before.
Putting the butt plug into my bag had been a last-minute decision.
I had no idea how I was going to ask Jasper to use it, but last night, well, last night had been everything I had hoped for and more.
Giving up that control to Jasper, that had been something else.
Clenching my arse, a small twinge of pain travels up my body, reminding me of the feel of the plug in my arse.
When Jasper had started to prep me with his fingers, it had felt strange, my brain telling me that this wasn’t right, but Jasper had told me to relax.
So, I had, letting the sensation take over me.
Then Jasper had used the plug and that’s when everything went up a notch.
Sex had never felt like that before and I can only imagine what it would feel like with Jasper’s dick instead of the plug, a feeling that I needed soon.
The sound of laughter drifts up to me, letting me know where Jasper is, and I can’t help but smile that Mum and Jasper are getting along, but then I knew they would, because who wouldn’t like Jasper?
Getting out of bed, I find the tie to my bathrobe and dig out the robe from the wardrobe and put it on and make my way downstairs and into the kitchen, where I spot Mum and Jasper sitting at the kitchen table, coffee cups in front of them.
“Morning,” I say, going over and giving Jasper a kiss.
“Did we wake you?” Mum asks.
“I was awake,” I reply. “What was so funny?”
“Lizzie was telling me about your last girlfriend. I’m sorry but I’m in complete agreement that she wanted the fame,” Jasper adds.
“Oh come on. She did not.” I have had this argument so often with my mum, that I’m starting to get tired of it.
“Did she or did she not, ask where all the cameras were, when she went to the race?” Mum counters.
“Yes,” I confirm.
“And then asked why there was no press around you?” Mum adds.
“Again yes. But she had no idea about F2. She thought it was like F1,” I explained.
“Otis, no. She was looking for publicity,” Jasper adds and then pauses for a second. “Didn’t you tell me that you had broken up because you had been over for a while, but too scared to do anything?”
“Yeah we had.” Wondering where Jasper was going with this.
“Let me guess, this was soon after you explained that the fame came with the drivers in the F1 cars, not the F2.”
“Well yeah.” And I hate to see that Jasper has a point.
“Otis, have I told you that I like him?” Mum says, pointing to Jasper.
“Yeah, well I’m starting to go off him,” I say.
“You just hate the fact that I’m right,” Jasper counters, giving me a wink.
“Whatever,” I mumble, which causes both Mum and Jasper to burst out laughing.
“So Jasper,” I hear Mum say as I go over to the kettle, flicking it on. “What did you do before you joined Montague Racing?”
“I have been a physio for a while, but I’d been working for my sister,” Jasper adds.
“Really, what does she do?” Mum probes.
“She has her own business,” Jasper replies, and I can tell that he’s trying his best to avoid explaining the type of business Kimber does. My guess is he thinks that Mum is going to disapprove.
“What type of business?” Mum questions.
“Kimber owns her own private men’s club,” I say. “Very high end. Very exclusive.”
“Otis,” Jasper says, and I can hear the warning in his voice.
“Jasper, Mum won’t care. You want to know where I get my views from, well look no further.” As I point to Mum.
“Somehow, I doubt that,” Jasper mumbles.
At this point the kettle clicks off and I pull out a mug from the cupboard. I make myself some coffee before picking up the mug and taking it over to join them. Pulling out a chair, I sit down, forgetting that my arse was tender, and gasp a little when my arse hits the hard chair.
“Oh well done, Jasper,” Mum says, and suddenly I want the ground to swallow me whole. Living with a mum who was so free spirited was sometimes embarrassing. Like now.
“Excuse me?” Jasper asks, looking from me to Mum.
“Otis’s arse is sore. Only one reason for that. Good on you,” Mum says again.
“Mum, please for the love of God, shut up. I like Jasper. I don’t need you to scare him away, please. Plus, he could be vers,” I add, which for some reason makes Mum start laughing.
“Really. Vers. No,” Mum manages to get out, “Jasper is a top. I get a feeling he would be in total control in the bedroom.”
“Mum,” I whine, “please, I beg you, stop.”
When I look over to Jasper, I see that he’s biting his lip trying not to laugh at the conversation between me and Mum. Oh, the bastard, but I know how I can get that smirk off his face.
“Jasper’s sister’s place,” I start, and see Jasper’s eyes widen, “It’s a special type of private club. It’s a very exclusive brothel.”
“Otis,” Jasper states, but I don’t think he’s angry.
“I worked that out from the way you said private men’s club,” Mum says, and turns to Jasper. “I’m guessing by the way you tried to hide what she did, you helped with the clients and didn’t look after the books.”
“Yeah,” Jasper confirms, but stares down at the table. “But I promised that I wouldn’t do it anymore. Kimber banned me from working there. Apparently working in the limelight has its disadvantages.”
“Well, that’s a little mean. Your demand would have skyrocketed. You could’ve asked for a silly amount of money and someone would’ve stupidly paid. I’m sure that your sister has NDAs that not even the best lawyer in England could get around, that would’ve kept you safe.”
Jasper just looks up at me, before looking over to Mum and then back to me.
“Told you she wouldn’t care,” I add with a smirk. “Mum, you should see his house. It’s stunning, and completely paid for.”
“Really, does your sister have a need for widows?” Mum asks.
“Mum, really,” I scolded.
“Sorry, but it would be nice to pay off the mortgage,” Mum adds.
“I can ask Kimber,” Jasper says, giving Mum a smile. “There are some strange fantasies out there. I’m sure there are men who want to bed the widows.”
“Oh, for Christ’s sake, don’t encourage her,” I say over to Jasper.
“Do we have any plans today?” Mum asks, thankfully changing the subject.
“Not really. I’m a little paranoid about the press. What would people say if we’re pictured together? The whole world knows that Jasper is Lars’s physio,” I say.
“So what, we’re just going to stay home? Me watching daytime TV, while you, what, veg in bed? You know that you’re going to let your arse rest,” Mum adds.
“Please, leave us alone,” I demand, and thankfully Mum listens.
“Okay, I will leave you alone,” Mum says as she gets up from her chair and picks up her mug and leaves the kitchen.
“I am so sorry about Mum,” I say.
“She is…” Jasper starts.
“Strange, weird, scary,” I offer.
“Unique,” is the word that Jasper decides to use.
“That’s one word to describe her,” I confirm.
“She really doesn’t care about what I did at Kimber’s?” Jasper asks.
“She really doesn’t. My grandparents were interesting characters. Apparently, they were huge hippies in the sixties. Believed in peace, love, and harmony for everyone and they instilled that in Mum. Who passed it on to me,” I explained.
“Your grandparents sound cool,” Jasper adds.
“They were. We lost Grandpa just about a year before Dad. It was a hard twelve months,” I add.
“I’m sorry,” Jasper adds.
“Yeah, but I have to admit, I was glad they weren’t here when we lost Dad,” I add, and I feel Jasper’s hand take mine. This is the first time that he has initiated a move like that and I’m going to take that as a good sign.
“How are you doing?” Jasper asks.
“I’m okay. It’s been a few years. I still miss them. I hate that Dad didn’t see me get into the F1 car,” I reply.
“No, sorry,” Jasper says, “I mean are you okay, after last night? I should’ve been in bed with you when you woke up. You just looked so peaceful.”
“I’m good. I’m really good,” I confirm.
“How sore are you? I hadn’t realised I had been so rough,” Jasper adds, and I hear the worry in his voice.
“Jasper, there is no simple way to put this, so,” I start. “It was the first time I had something in my arse. Regardless if you had been gentle or rough, my arse would’ve felt it today.”
“Oh,” Jasper adds.
“But I want to do it again. I want to feel you inside me,” I say in a hushed tone just in case Mum is listening. “And I loved giving you control. Last night might just have been some of the best sex ever.”
“Last night was good,” Jasper adds.
“Will I satisfy you? I promise to get better,” I tell him. Last night might have been amazing for me, but I’m sure that Jasper would’ve had better times with more experienced subs.
“Satisfy me?”
“Yeah, you know, I’m sure I wasn’t the best sub you’ve had.”
“Otis, you’re kidding, right? Last night you were glorious. Fuck I was so hard I think there was an imprint of my zip on my dick,” Jasper replies.
“I want to do it again,” I tell him honestly.
“We will,” Jasper confirms.
“I want you to take me in the next scene. I don’t want my first time to be vanilla. I want you to control me,” I tell him, finally voicing the thought that has been running around in my head since I got up this morning.
“Are you sure? It can be very intense,” Jasper replies, but he hasn’t said no.
“Yes, I’m sure,” I tell him. “Actually, I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. You have unlocked a side of me that I hadn’t known was there.”
“Then, in that case, I would like that very much,” Jasper confirms.
“And I want to do it before Australia,” I add, because there is no way that I’m going to have my first time between races, “I want to do it when we have time to be together properly. Not when we’re going to have to rush off to another hotel.”