Chapter 18 – Jasper #2
Kimber had also called her lawyers who said they would look into trying to get an injunction to stop Marj posting any more pictures. I just wasn’t sure if that was going to be possible because she was stating that they were dating. But we needed to look at everything to try and stop her.
Lizzie then called me. She had been frantic.
She, like everyone else, thought that the picture was Otis.
So she wanted to see if I was okay. I had explained that it was fake and that I was heading back to Japan.
Lizzie had been so relieved that the images were fake, she said that Otis was about to get a very stern phone call from her.
Finally, there was nothing more that I could do but wait for my flight.
I had tried to keep myself distracted, but I had found myself constantly looking at the news websites waiting for the next image to appear.
I was checking Marj’s social media accounts.
The nineteen hours it had taken me to get to Suzuka had been some of the longest of my life. But finally, I was here.
“Jasper,” David greeted me the second I walked into the hotel lobby.
“How is he?” I ask.
“A mess. All he keeps saying is that you’re going to leave. That you think he’s cheating. He’s not been listening to any of us. Both Marcus and I tried to go Dom on him,” David explains.
“Where is he?”
“In his room. Marcus is with him. None of us have left his side,” David says.
“Can you cover for us tomorrow? Or at least the morning?” I ask.
“I think so. Do you have a plan?”
“I’m going to remind him that he’s mine,” I state, “Make him forget about everything that’s going on.”
“I think that’s a good idea,” David replies. “I think that I can distract Richard and I’m sure Lars can do the same with Vincent.”
“Looks like our men are going to have a good time tonight. Now which room is Otis in?”
“Second floor. Room two ten.”
Striding over to the lift, I press the call button and wait. Casually, I look around the lobby, and that’s when I spot her. She’s just walking into the hotel. Marj. Why the fuck is she here? Turning, I race over to the reception desk.
“Excuse me,” I start, and the woman behind the desk looks up at me, giving me a smile.
“Yes, sir,” and the terminology makes me smile for a second, wondering how they would react, knowing that in a different scenario, those words turn me on.
“There is a lady that just walked in.” I nod my head in the direction of Marj. “If she has a reservation with the hotel is there any way that it can be cancelled?”
“We are aware of the young lady,” the receptionist replies. “She has been trying to gain access to Mr Young’s room.”
“Oh for the love of God,” I state, “Please do not give her access.”
“We haven’t and won’t. We have been contacted by several people to advise that this isn’t to happen. She will be removed from the premises and advised not to come back.”
“Thank you. Can you also add a do not disturb on Mr. Young’s room? He’s currently resting.”
“Yes, of course. Are you checking in as well, sir.”
Shit. I had been so focused on getting to Otis, that I never thought that I would have to check in, too. Vincent would find it strange if I didn’t.
“Yes, of course. Jasper Knight. Part of the Montague Racing team,” I tell her.
“Thank you, Mr Knight. We have you in room two eleven.”
“Two eleven.” Not sure that I heard this right. How on earth did I manage to get the room right next to Otis?
“Yes, sir,” the receptionist replies, and hands me over the key card.
“Thank you,” I say, picking up the card and heading back over to the lift.
Pushing the call button, I must admit that I feel better knowing that Marj is not going to be able to get anywhere near Otis.
That he’s going to be safe while in the hotel, but we aren’t going to be able to keep him locked in here forever.
In a week’s time he would need to be at the race track for the practice.
Knocking on the door of two ten, I wait for it to be answered. When the door opens, I see Marcus standing there, and I am not able to hide the disappointment on my face.
“Nice to see you too,” Marcus says, reading my facial expression.
“Sorry, you just weren’t the person that I wanted to see,” I tell him, as I walk past him and into the room, dropping my bag at the end of the bed.
“He’s sleeping,” Marcus replies. “But I will leave you two alone.”
“Thank you.”
“Jasper, be a little gentle with him,” Marcus adds, “He has missed you.”
“Missed him too.”
Marcus walks out of the room, closing the door behind him. Going over to the door, I lock it and place the security chain on the door. There is no way that I’m going to risk us getting disturbed tonight.
Going back over to the bed, I look down at the sleeping form of Otis. Even in his sleep I can see the worry lines etched all over his face. Fuck, I hate what this is doing to him. Seeing my carefree Otis so stressed is awful.
Climbing onto the bed, I crawl up behind him, pulling him to me so that his back is flush against my chest and just hold him close to me, breathing in his scent.
“Jasper,” a sleepy voice sounds.
“Hey,” I say, and place a kiss on the back of his head.
Otis twists in my arms so that he faces me.
“It’s not me. Jasper, I promise that those photos are not me,” Otis says, and I can hear the fear in his voice.
“Otis, I know,” I tell him, but I’m not sure that he’s hearing me.
“I wouldn’t do that to you. Hell, I would never cheat on anyone. You know that.”
“Otis,” I say firmly, and Otis looks up at me, his eyes growing wide at my voice. “Shut up.”
“Yes, sir,” Otis replies.
“Now, I know that it’s not you in the photos.
” And I lean over and connect our lips together, tasting Otis for the first time in a week, and it’s like having that first cup of coffee in the morning.
Pure heaven. I slip my tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss, and Otis shifts closer to me.
I can feel him getting hard. Breaking the kiss, I lean back and look at Otis and his eyes are alight with pleasure.
“I want you,” Otis mumbles. “Need you. Help me forget.”
“Be my pleasure,” I say, leaning over and giving him a quick kiss. “Now, off the bed. Get undressed. Folding your clothes neatly,” I command.
Otis is up and off the bed and stripping out of his clothes. Folding them as instructed and leaving them on the side.
“Good,” I tell him, as I move to the end of the bed, getting up so that I’m standing in front of him. I run my hand down his chest, before wrapping my hand around his dick. I move my hand up and down his length.
“Sir,” Otis starts, but closes his mouth, not sure if he’s allowed to talk.
“I brought something with me,” I tell him. “Something new for us.”
Leaning down, I unzip my bag, and pull out a small cloth bag.
Opening it up, I tip the contents into my hand and show it to Otis.
There, nestled in the palm of my hand, are two nipple clamps.
I had been thinking about when I was going to introduce them, my original thinking was during the summer break when we had more time, but when I heard that Otis was freaking out I had slipped them into my bag.
“Will it hurt, sir?” Otis asks, looking at the clamps.
“There’s an edge of pain, but it will also make your nipples sensitive. I promise that it will be good. Would you like to try?” I ask him. I will not force Otis to use them. This has to be his decision, and I see him staring at the little clamps.
“Yes, please, sir,” Otis finally replies.
“What is your safe word if this gets to be too much?” I need him to know that I will stop at any time.
“Spa,” Otis confirms.
“Undress me. Place my clothes next to yours. When I’m naked, pull back the bed sheets and lay in the middle of the bed.”
“Yes, sir.”
Otis carefully removes all of my clothes, and I notice that he’s careful not to touch any of my skin. Well, I hadn’t given him permission to touch me, which I now regretted. I wish I had allowed him to place kisses over my chest.
With all my clothes folded, Otis pulls back the bed sheets, and, just like I commanded, he lays in the middle of the bed, looking like a vision. His dick standing at attention, demanding to be touched, and that’s exactly what I plan to do.