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 when 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 on, 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 and shrugged out of his jacket. He draped it over the end of the bed, then turned to face him. “So. To reiterate, 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, you 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.”

CHAPTER THREE

JASPER FLEXED his fingers and stared as Vincent sat with an expectant expression. “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 to happen first. 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 and muttered under his breath as he accepted that he was really about to do this. Then he toed off his shoes and socks and stepped 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?”