“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 seem to be enjoying yourself.”

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

Vincent snorted, then 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, then pulled 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 slid his fingers into Jasper’s hair again and pulled. Not hard, disappointingly, but tight enough that Jasper swallowed a groan. Vincent studied him with his intense hazel eyes for a moment before loosening 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, and he tipped his head back. “Will you kiss me?”