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JASPER FLEXED his fingers and stared as Vincent sat and looked at him. “Strip,” he repeated.

Vincent really expected him to strip in front of a stranger. Just like that. Even if he’d agreed to it, he’d expected something before taking his clothes off. Like making out, maybe. Or at least being naked together. Not to be watched like he was a stripper, though that could be kinda hot too.

“You do know how to undress yourself, don’t you?” Vincent asked, sounding amused.

Jasper glared, a brief flare of indignation stamping out his nerves. “Fucker,” he grumbled, swallowing hard when Vincent raised an eyebrow. That might have been all he did, but somehow that conveyed a warning all on its own.

He cleared his throat, toeing off his shoes and socks before stepping closer to the chair. He was hyperaware of Vincent’s eyes on him as he toyed with the bottom button of his shirt.

“Changing your mind?”

Jasper took a breath and shook his head. “No.”

“No, what?”

“No, Sir.”

“Good boy,” Vincent purred, and damn if that didn’t do pleasant things to Jasper’s stomach. “When you’re ready, then.”

Jasper resisted the urge to roll his eyes and shrugged his shirt off, tossing it in Vincent’s face before kicking his pants aside. His boxers followed his shirt, and he smirked as Vincent dropped them to the floor with narrowed eyes.

Now that he’d committed to this, he sure as hell was going to have fun. It was either that or let the nerves paralyze him.

He let out a slow breath as he was left standing there. Naked. While Vincent sat and looked at him.

He refused to fidget. This was some kind of test, he knew. He’d been around his cousin and housemates long enough to at least know that much. He may not understand all the finer subtleties of the whole kink thing, but hopefully he knew enough not to make a fool of himself.

Vincent finally let out a soft hum that sounded like approval and stood. He moved across the room to the chest and pulled out a long strip of black silk. “Hands behind your back.”

Jasper clasped his hands behind him. He glanced back as Vincent adjusted his arms until they were bent at the elbows, his hands clasping his forearms instead. The feel of the cloth winding around his arms set off a spike of panic in his chest, but he breathed through it. When Vincent finished, Jasper found he couldn’t budge his arms an inch, and the panic intensified enough that he squeezed his eyes shut.

Shit. This was such a bad idea. He didn’t even know this guy!

Vincent gripped Jasper’s biceps and pulled until Vincent was pressed flush against Jasper’s back. “If you say Red, I untie you, you get dressed and can go back downstairs,” he murmured into Jasper’s ear. “Understand?”

Jasper licked his lips and forced in a deep breath. And then another. He could do this. He could get free whenever he wanted, right? That was how this was supposed to work, at least according to Amber. “Yes,” he whispered.

“Good. Then give me a color.”

Jasper swallowed, surprised when Vincent didn’t move at all until he said “Green.” He shivered as Vincent hummed again and finally moved his hands, sliding them down Jasper’s arms and over his chest.

That felt nice. For some reason, he’d expected a rougher touch. To be manhandled and pushed around, and he couldn’t stop the hitch in his breath when Vincent merely skimmed his palms over Jasper’s skin.

“You said you didn’t want pain,” Vincent said. “Does that mean you don’t like things rough either?”

“I don’t mind,” Jasper murmured, cracking his eyes open to watch Vincent’s hands. “I just don’t see how pain can be pleasurable.”

Vincent chuckled. “I see.” He moved a hand up to Jasper’s nipple, circling a finger around it. “Maybe I’ll show you sometime,” he said, rubbing the nipple between his fingers before squeezing.

Jasper bit back a groan as his head dropped to Vincent’s shoulder, sure he’d fall over if Vincent weren’t standing there. Why was it so hard to keep his balance with his arms trapped behind him? “You assume there’ll be a next time.” He tried to sound taunting, but the words came out breathless.

“Not enjoying this?” Before Jasper could think of a smartass response, Vincent found both his nipples and tugged.

Jasper whimpered, his knees threatening to give out on him. The low, rich sound of Vincent’s laugh in his ear didn’t help in the least. “Fucker,” he moaned.

Vincent tsked and pulled his hands away. He tangled his fingers in Jasper’s hair instead and gave a sharp tug. “You have a strange way of showing your appreciation. Don’t tell me you don’t know at least basic etiquette.”

Jasper shivered, surprised at the intensity of the arousal that shot through him and pooled in his gut from the tug. “Yes,” he said, moaning at the pointed jerk Vincent gave his hair. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good boy,” Vincent said, releasing him. He dragged blunt nails down Jasper’s back and stepped around him, glancing down with a smirk. “You sure look like you’re enjoying yourself.”

“Fuck you, Sir,” Jasper replied lightly, because he could.

Vincent snorted and looked up, grasped Jasper’s chin, and tipped his head back. “I should have known you’d need a gag,” he said, pressing two fingers past Jasper’s lips. “For now this will do.”

Jasper’s eyes widened, and he let out a muffled curse around Vincent’s fingers. What the hell? He tried to pull away, but Vincent held his chin in a firm grip, moving his fingers in and out in quick thrusts. When he finally pulled them away, they were slick with saliva. Jasper hardly had time to tell Vincent off for putting his fingers in Jasper’s mouth before those same fingers were rubbing against his entrance.

“Oh fuck,” he gasped. He arched into Vincent with a strangled whimper as a single finger pressed into him.

“I would have enjoyed playing with you more, but you obviously have no desire for foreplay,” Vincent said, as if he were commenting on the weather. “I might have even sucked you off, but if all you want is a quickie, I’ll give you what you want.”

Jasper squirmed as Vincent nudged his finger deeper, his hips jerking forward at the thought of Vincent’s mouth on him. No way would Vincent really do that. Would he? “No. Wait,” he groaned, trying to get away from the finger and only managing to rub against Vincent. “Please.”

Vincent stilled with a soft hum. “Please what?”

Jasper squirmed as embarrassment crawled through his veins, dropping his forehead to Vincent’s shoulder. Bastard. Of course he was the perfect few inches taller. “Please…. Foreplay.”

Vincent hummed again as if considering it before pulling his hand away. “I don’t think you’ve earned it.”

Jasper swallowed, a strange warmth spreading through him. He wanted Vincent to tell him he’d earned it. He wanted—he very much wanted to earn it.

He turned his head, carefully nuzzling against Vincent’s neck. “How can I?” he asked, momentarily distracted by how good Vincent smelled. Sandalwood and citrus. “Sir.”

Vincent’s fingers slid into Jasper’s hair and tugged. Not hard, disappointingly, but tight enough that Jasper swallowed a groan. Intense hazel eyes studied him for a moment before Vincent loosened his grip. “Ask nicely for what you want.”

Heat crept into Jasper’s face as he imagined all the things he could ask for. He never thought he’d ever be in this kind of situation in real life. Standing in a private room in a fetish club. With an actual Dom. If there was anyone on the planet he could actually ask to indulge any of his fantasies—

But he was already tied up. Kinda. He wasn’t sure he could handle adding blindfolds or gags tonight.

His attention flicked to Vincent’s lips before he tipped his head back. “Will you kiss me?”

“With pleasure.” Vincent’s fingers caught Jasper’s chin, holding him steady as he closed the distance between them.

And fuck, Vincent could kiss. He kissed Jasper with intention. Like kissing was his sole purpose of existence. Maybe it was all part of being a Dom, but Jasper could get used to it far too easily. No one had ever kissed him like it was a luxury rather than a means to an end. By the time Vincent’s lips ghosted across Jasper’s jaw and moved to his neck, his apprehension at being bound and helpless faded. Forming in its place was something else he was all too familiar with.

Infatuation.

He stared at the ceiling and fought the sudden urge to laugh. Fuck, what was wrong with him? He’d sworn off anything close to relationships after the last one ended in a dumpster fire. Like hell he was going to even think about getting involved with Vincent. As if it were even possible. This was a one-time deal. A bit of fun before the next semester started.

“Planning on kissing me all night?” he asked, his voice hitching as Vincent’s teeth grazed his neck. “Thought you were going to make my fantasy come to life?” Taunting the guy who had him tied up was probably a worse idea than letting a stranger tie him up in the first place, but at least it helped him keep his feet under him, instead of throwing himself at said stranger like a dumbass.

Vincent chuckled and lifted his head from Jasper’s neck. “Your mouth ever get you into trouble?”

Jasper grinned, his smartass response cut off by Vincent claiming his lips again. At least Vincent seemed to have a good sense of humor. And gods, he was such a good kisser. To the point that Jasper chased after Vincent when he pulled away.

“In the chair,” Vincent said, his voice a bit rougher.

Goose bumps broke out on Jasper’s arms; Vincent sounded as wrecked as Jasper felt. He barely even considered protesting before moving to the chair to sit.

Vincent stood in front of him and let out a slow breath. “Good boy.”

Jasper shivered at the warmth that traveled through him from the praise. He looked up as Vincent touched his cheek and leaned into his palm, still surprised by the gentle touches.

Vincent’s fingertips pushed against Jasper’s chest, guiding him back against the chair before tracing his thumb along Jasper’s lower lip. “Relax,” he said. He hooked a hand under Jasper’s knee, lifting it up and over the arm of the chair before leaning down.

Jasper squirmed at the awkward position, his eyes widening as he felt Vincent secure something around his leg, just above his knee. He let out a strangled sound as he tried to pull his knees back together, only to have his leg kept in place by the restraint.

“Shh,” Vincent soothed, running his fingers through Jasper’s hair. “I thought you wanted foreplay?” He pinched Jasper’s nipple before securing his other leg to the opposite arm.

Jasper whimpered as Vincent stepped back, feeling Vincent’s intense gaze move over every inch of him. He was utterly exposed and helpless and… fuck. He liked it. Something not quite panic and more intense than excitement coursed through him, settling in his gut. Whatever it was, he relaxed into it as easily as a warm bath.

It was liberating. This…. This was what he’d been wanting without really knowing how to get it.

Vincent ran his fingers through Jasper’s hair again with an approving hum. “That’s it. Now the real fun can start.”

Jasper shivered and had a momentary thought that maybe he should be worried before deciding to hell with it.

He had a safeword for a reason.