“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 again. “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, but 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. Ian was on duty as part of the night’s security team, and he eyed Vincent in surprise when he poked his head in. 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.”