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VINCENT MOTIONED to a chair at one of the smaller tables before sitting across from Jasper. Once they were settled, he sat back and crossed his legs. “What kind of pleasure are you looking for?”

Jasper wrapped both hands around his glass, looking like he was trying hard not to fidget. “What do you mean?”

Well, that partly answered the question of how new to the scene Jasper was. The white band had caught his eye on his way out, and the way Jasper had been absorbed in his phone was not an image he liked to see in his club. He wasn’t sure who’d brought Jasper in—few of the members even had guest access—but maybe he should rescind that completely if this was the result. He didn’t mind members bringing in their friends, but abandoning them was a dick move.

“Some people enjoy being tickled,” Vincent said. “Or having hot wax dripped over their bodies. Others are more interested in sexual release.” He tilted his head when Jasper shifted in his chair. “What is it that brought you to my club rather than a seedy strip joint?”

Jasper cleared his throat. “I-I kinda want to know what being tied up is like.”

“Kinda? Is that a ‘I like thinking about it, but don’t really want to experience it’ kinda, or a ‘please tie me up and torment me’ kinda?” Vincent asked, holding back a chuckle when Jasper squirmed.

“I’ve never done any of this before.” Jasper glanced up, his blue eyes bright in the low light. “But I want to. I’d like to try. With you.”

Vincent couldn’t exactly say no in the face of that eagerness. Especially since he didn’t like the idea of someone so inexperienced getting in over their head. He did everything he could to keep his club a safe space, though there were more than a few hard players among the members.

“All right.” He clasped his hands in his lap, tapping his thumbs together. “Do you have a safeword?” he asked. When Jasper shook his head, he continued, “Are you familiar with the stoplight system?”

“Yes…. Sir.”

Vincent smiled. “Good,” he said, glad when Jasper smiled back and finally seemed to relax. “So tell me how you’d like tonight to go.”

“Besides being tied up?”

“Once you’re tied up. Do you want to be naked? Touched, kissed, fingered?”

Jasper licked his lips. “Y-yeah. All that.”

“Anywhere you don’t want to be touched? Anything you don’t want done?”

“Tickled.”

Vincent chuckled. “No tickling. How about aftercare?”

Jasper shrugged. “I don’t think I really need it?”

“Is that a question?”

“No. I think I’m good without it.” He glanced towards the door with a grimace. “Do we have to use the dungeon?”

Vincent followed Jasper’s gaze as he considered. The rooms upstairs were for select members, and there were no rules about guests not being allowed, though maybe that had been an oversight. Not that he had any reason not to trust those he’d screened, but then, few as green as Jasper ever made it to his club. At least not alone. “No,” he said. “If you’d prefer a private room, we can go upstairs.”

“Yeah.” Jasper drained the last of his soda. “That sounds good.”

“This way, then.”

Vincent stopped by the security room on the second floor, ignoring the look of surprise from Ian, one of tonight’s security guards. Vincent had said he was going home an hour ago, and technically this was supposed to have been his day off to begin with. “I’ll be in room two.”

Ian saluted and didn’t bother to hide his grin when he caught sight of Jasper. “Yessirrr,” he drawled.

Vincent stifled a sigh and counted himself lucky that Ian didn’t wink. He turned and continued down the hall.

Room two was one of their tamer rooms by far. There was a bed near the far corner, a sofa, a low table long and wide enough to tie someone down, and a large wingback chair with a cushion in front of it. Next to the bed was a small chest with basic necessities and toys, and a mini fridge stocked with water. A door in the adjacent corner led to a bathroom.

Vincent closed the door behind Jasper before shrugging out of his jacket. He draped it over the end of the bed before turning. “So. Just so we’re clear, you’ll be tied up. Naked. I can touch you, kiss you, and finger you. No tickling. And at the end, you’d prefer to get off, yes or no?”

“Yes. Definitely yes.” Jasper let out an unsteady breath where he still lingered by the door. He took a step forward and stopped. “What is it you want in return?”

Vincent raised an eyebrow. “Tonight is about you. I’ll show you a good time and hopefully bring your fantasy to life.”

“That’s it?”

“Were you expecting me to only do this if you gave me a blowjob?” he asked, frowning when Jasper shrugged. “That’s not how this works, Jasper. I’ll only do what you’ve given me permission to do, and if you decide you don’t like it, just give me the word. No sex or sexual favors in return. Understood?”

When Jasper nodded, Vincent turned the chair and sat facing him. “Let’s get started, then. When you’re ready, strip.”