“Are you enjoying yourself?” Yes, that was accusation in my tone.
Jasper turned to face me. “It’s my job.”
“So is that a yes?”
His light green eyes remained locked with mine, and I searched them for the truth. I sensed no arousal, which pleased me.
Stepping closer, I wasn’t surprised when Jasper took a step back. I didn’t stop until Jasper was pressed up against the wall.
“What is it, exactly, that you’re responsible for?”
Jasper held my gaze. “I’m a doctor.”
“So … doctor stuff? Nothing else?”
“Nothing else,” he stated firmly. “Ever.”
Hmm. For some reason, that loosened something in my chest. I liked knowing that Jasper didn’t partake of what was offered. At least not while he was on duty, anyway.
“I need to work,” he said softly.
“I can think of a few things that need to be tended to,” I countered, watching his face intently.
There it was. The arousal I’d been searching for. His eyes glazed over; his mouth opened as he inhaled deeply.
“When your shift’s over, I want you to come to my place.”
For a second, I thought he would argue, so I was pleased when he nodded once.
Because I didn’t want to interrupt their process, I forced myself to step back, allowing him room to move. He went right for the door to the other room.
“Jasper.”
He did not look back at me, but he said, “Yes, Titan?”
My cock jerked. “When you arrive, I expect you to be naked.”
His head snapped around, eyes wide.
“If you decide not to show, I’ll know exactly where we stand.”
I saw his Adam’s apple move slowly down his throat. “Yes, Titan.”
With that, I turned and headed back down the hall.
*
Jasper
It drove me crazy that I could not get my mind off Ransom.
Ever since he’d disrupted my workday and instructed me to be at his place after shift, I’d thought of little else besides what he had in store for me.
Now, as I closed and locked up the clinic, my heart rate was picking up speed, my breathing more labored than I was used to. Which was saying something considering my daily five-mile run along the beach with Cody.
Not that I would admit it to Ransom, but I had rarely scened with a Dominant since him. Only for a short time years ago. And never here in the land of sin and debauchery, where I could’ve played whenever I wanted. The trainers weren’t discreet in offering, but I’d never taken any of them up on it. It had never felt right to me. Truth was, a lot of things hadn’t felt right to me since Ransom and I parted ways.
That didn’t mean I’d gone without sex. Hell, I was a hot-blooded male in my prime. I wasn’t a glutton for punishment.
I still hadn’t made up my mind as to whether or not I would go to Ransom’s as he’d instructed. Part of me wanted to; the other part was scared shitless to give in. Our breakup hadn’t been on good terms, and I had no idea what to expect from him now. He’d said he missed me, and it had sounded sincere, but even that couldn’t erase the memories of so long ago, of the pain we’d caused each other back then. Our breakup had been brutal on so many levels, something neither of us had wanted but both of us knew we’d needed at the time.
Did I regret what happened? Only every second of every day. After all, I was the one who’d called things off. I had my reasons, though.
“You headed out?”
I jumped at the sound of Cody’s voice, glancing over my shoulder to see him standing in the doorway.
“Yeah.” I turned back to the cabinet, inserting my key to lock it. “You?”
“Thought you might want to grab dinner, hang out.”
By hang out, Cody was referring to sex, because yes, he was the man I tended to spend my free time with. Sex was just one of the ways we passed the time. There were no expectations on either part, because we were looking for pretty much the same thing, something we weren’t capable of giving one another. And the sex … let’s just say Cody was supreme in the bedroom. Very creative. Very responsive.
It wasn’t serious, never had been, but I liked Cody. Cared about him, even. As for a relationship, he wasn’t the sort of man I could ever envision myself with, and I knew the same could be said about me for Cody. But we meshed and sometimes that was all that mattered.
“I’ve got a thing,” I said, surprising myself.
“With Ransom?”
I glanced sideways. “Why would you think that?”
Cody laughed. “Why would you think I wouldn’t think that?”
Keys in hand, I headed for the door. Cody stepped back while I locked up. He followed me as I checked to ensure everything else was closed up tight. We had no issues here on the island, but everyone knew there was medication kept on the premises, and since I was responsible for it, I was a stickler for ensuring I checked and rechecked everything. I took all of my responsibilities seriously.
“You don’t have to hide it from me,” Cody stated. “I’m happy for you.”
“There’s nothing to be happy about.” That much was true. I had no idea what Ransom wanted from me. Nor did I know what I wanted from him.
“Liar.”
I didn’t fall for the bait. Cody liked to get me riled up, and I refused to get into it right now.
“Enjoy it,” Cody said, walking alongside me toward the villas.
I stopped, turning to face him. “I don’t know if I can.”
Cody’s eyes bounced over my face and he smiled. “Sure you can. Just let go for a little while.” He playfully patted my cheek. “And just know, if he doesn’t satisfy you, you can fuck me senseless when you come home.”
Rolling my eyes, I shook my head and started down the path again.
“Just remember, you’ve got to tell me all the dirty details later.”
That was another thing I liked about Cody. He was not shy, enjoying dirty and raunchy like me, plus he was into the graphic discussions that were great as foreplay.
I didn’t respond as I came to the fork in the sidewalk. The right would take me to Ransom’s, the left to the villa I shared with Cody. I didn’t know which way to go, so I stood there. If I’d believed in a higher power, I would’ve prayed for the wisdom to make the right choice.
“Go,” Cody said playfully, shoving me to the right. “It’s not like you’re gonna marry the guy.”
Before I could argue, before I could seek some wisdom from my closest friend, Cody sauntered off and I was left standing there. I could see Ransom’s villa, knew that going there would alter the course of my life. Again. Whether for good or bad this time, I didn’t know.
But I had to find out, didn’t I? It wasn’t like I could spend the rest of my life wondering what might’ve been if only I’d had the guts to go after it. It wasn’t like the past nine years had been exceptional on any level. The least I deserved was to find out if Ransom really was the key to my happiness.
Forcing my feet to move forward, I closed the distance between me and Ransom’s front door. I debated on whether or not I would get naked. I could simply walk in, insist we talk for a little while. Surely he would understand.
Then again, Ransom had always stood his ground. When he’d instructed me to do things and I failed him, there was always swift punishment. Brutal sometimes. And yes, there’d been many instances when I would rile him up simply to get that punishment because I enjoyed my fair share of pain, although I would not consider myself a masochist.
Would he do that now? Tie me up and torture me? Or would he simply write me off and move on to one of the possessions that were available? There were certainly plenty for him to choose from.
The thought of Ransom with one of them lit a fire in my blood, had me stripping out of my scrubs, tossing them to the ground.
I paused, buck-ass naked, staring at the pile of clothing. Only once did I reach down
, but stopped myself, standing tall.
I had to do this.
Taking a deep breath, I grabbed the door handle, depressed the button, and pushed it open. I stepped inside to find it was dark except for a lamp on next to the sofa.
Shutting the door, I paused where I was, trying to acclimate my eyes to the darkness, at the same time doing my best not to hyperventilate.
“Very nice.”
I turned my head in the direction of the voice, making out the shadow of a man sitting in one of the cushioned chairs in the living room.
“Thank you, Titan,” I said softly, falling into the role of Ransom’s submissive so easily. No denying, I’d missed belonging to someone the way I had Ransom.
More so, I missed belonging to Ransom.
It was as though not a day had passed since I’d done this very thing in one of Ransom’s hotel rooms. The ones he would rent just for the two of us because he wasn’t willing to introduce me to his sister yet, nor was he willing to tell me why that was.
Back then, things had been so simple. I’d been absolutely head over heels for the man, so in love my heart felt like it would explode from it. And I’d thought Ransom had been in love with me, too. It had taken some time to realize that his inability to share his life with me, to introduce me to his family, to truly let me in proved otherwise.
“Come here,” Ransom commanded, drawing me out of my thoughts.
My legs actually worked, keeping me upright as I made the short trek across the room. I stopped when I was standing directly in front of him, the lamp now at my back, which allowed me to see every nuance of his handsome, chiseled face.
“Are you excited to see me?”
Before I could answer, Ransom’s warm hand curled around my cock. A barely there tease that had me gasping.
“You are.”
“Yes, Titan.”
Just referring to him that way brought on so many memories, all the good times we’d had together, stirring up the emotions I’d thought had dissipated.
It had been the most amazing part of my life, a time when I’d been seeking something more, something that had taken me a while to come to terms with, something I desperately needed and had finally figured out the necessary path to find it. Then Ransom had appeared, just another Dominant I figured would pass me over like he did all the others. Only he hadn’t. And from that first time we played at the club—I couldn’t even remember the name of it—we’d been together.
“Closer, Jasper. I’ll only bite if you ask nicely.”
Heat flashed through me, and I managed to take one more step. I was standing between Ransom’s spread thighs, my cock protruding, eager for his attention.
I didn’t speak. Hell, I couldn’t. Not when Ransom was stroking me, his hand like a breeze fluttering over my skin. He was tormenting me, I knew.
Until he wasn’t.
When Ransom released me, I had to swallow down the plea for him to continue.
“Turn around. Slowly.”
The room spun, but it had nothing to do with the fact that I followed Ransom’s instruction, turning to face away from him.
“Spread your legs.”
He assisted me in doing that, his knees coming together, mine spreading wide as I stood straddling his thighs.
“Do you want to be touched, Jasper?”
“Yes, Titan,” I said softly, a slight tremble in my voice.
His warm hands grazed my ass cheeks before he cupped me, squeezed.
“Still have the most delectable ass,” he said, kneading more firmly, spreading my cheeks, ultimately driving me out of my mind. “Bend over, Jasper. Grab your ankles.”
I did, widening my stance and bending at the waist before clasping my ankles, my ass spread wide.
Ransom brushed against me, his shoulder grazing the back of my leg. I didn’t know what he was doing until I felt something curl around my right ankle and my wrist. When he tightened the rope, I was bound. Ransom easily twined that long length of rope in and out of my legs, around my wrists, firmly securing me so that I was trapped, bent in half with my ass out. My heart beat hard against my sternum, blood rushing to my head as excitement built.
This was what I’d been missing all these years, and Ransom hadn’t hesitated.
“Last time you got fucked.”
It took a moment for Ransom’s words to register. He wanted to know.
“Two days,” I said, my voice thick with lust.
I heard a familiar click, knew it was lubricant, and my skin began to tingle.
A second later, a cool finger ran down the crack of my ass.
“Fucked by whom?”
“Cody.”
That finger teased my hole, making me breathe in deep. Up, down, brushing sensitive nerve endings, bringing them to life while amping up my respiration.
“You were fucked by a submissive?”
I thought about it for a second, realized he’d been more specific with his questions, and I’d answered incorrectly.
“No, Titan. I fucked a submissive,” I clarified.
The very tip of his finger pressed against my anus. I held my breath, instinctively pushing against the intrusion to lessen the pain I anticipated.
“You were the top?”
“Yes, Titan.”
His finger slowly slipped inside, my ass clenching as an unbelievable pleasure consumed me.
“Let me ask again. Last time you got fucked?”
“I haven’t,” I confessed, my stomach muscles tightening at the admission.
His finger went in all the way. Still no pain, only mind-blowing pleasure.
Fuck yes.
“Jasper, when was the. Last. Time?”
I squeezed my eyes shut, praying he would finger my ass rather than make me answer that. Unfortunately, I remembered how this game was played, knew Ransom only rewarded me when I gave him what he wanted.
“Tell me, Jasper.”
I exhaled roughly, fought the tightness in my chest. “Not since you, Titan.”
I felt him jerk, but he covered it by twisting his finger before retreating.
“Oh, God,” I moaned, clutching my ankles and locking my knees to remain upright.
“You’re telling me it’s been nine years since this tight little hole had a cock in it?”
“Yes, Titan.” He pressed in again, this time grazing my prostate. “Oh, fuck…” He teased and tormented. “Oh, fuck…”
“Why?”
“Oh, fuck,” I said on a moan.
His finger retreated.
“Because I didn’t want anyone else,” I blurted.
I tried to tell myself that I was telling him because I didn’t want him to stop, but I wasn’t an idiot. I told him because I wanted him to know.
TWENTY-ONE
RANSOM
It took tremendous restraint not to shove to my feet and mount this man like an animal, claim him in the same way I’d claimed him so many times before.
To hear him admit that he hadn’t been taken by anyone since me… So fucking hard to believe, but an unimaginable high came from learning that.
Somehow, I managed to maintain my calm, focusing on Jasper’s needs. After all, that was the reason I’d invited him here. I’d wanted to see if we still meshed the way we had before. It had been so long, it would’ve made sense if either one of us had changed so much it made this awkward.
But it wasn’t. Not for me, anyway.
I fucked Jasper’s ass with one finger, sliding in deep, purposely grazing his prostate again and again. I didn’t rush, nor did I add another finger. I was merely teasing him.
“Why Cody?” I asked, continuing with the interrogation because it gave us both what we wanted.
“Convenient,” Jasper said on a moan.
“But you never let him have this ass?”
“Never, Titan.” Jasper rocked back against my finger, attempting to get more.
“Did he want your ass?”
“Yes … oh, God … yes, Titan.”
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I added more lube and another finger, enjoying how Jasper’s moans became longer and deeper, ass clenching tighter, his body rocking as he remained bent over before me.
“Who do you play with?”
“No one, Titan.”
I smacked his ass hard. “Never?”
“No, Titan. Never.” He was rocking in earnest now.
I slowed my fingers, fisting his cock with my other hand.
“Who does Cody play with?”
“I don’t know.”
I believed him.
“Is he a cockwhore like you?”
“Yes, Titan.”
“He likes to get fucked all day, every day?”
“Yes … oh, God, oh, God, oh—”
“You do not have permission to come,” I ground out, thrusting my fingers in roughly while I fisted his cock.
“No, Titan … I … I won’t…”
I remained still, filling his ass with my fingers, strangling his cock, giving him a moment to breathe through the pain. My cock was a steel beam between my legs, eager for attention.
“Where is Cody now?”
“Home.” Jasper whimpered.
“He lives with you?”
“Roommate.”
I inched my fingers out of his ass, using my shirt to clean them, then pulling it off and tossing it to the floor.
Pushing to my feet, I ground my cock against his ass, my shorts keeping me from penetrating him. Had it not been for the discomfort in my ribs, the ache in my shoulder, and the dizziness I was still experiencing, I would’ve taken him then, fucked him until we were both sated, but I knew I wasn’t in any position to do so. Not yet. Not until I healed, because I needed all my strength the first time I fucked Jasper. And I would fuck him. I definitely would.
When I stepped around him, Jasper grunted softly. Relief or disappointment, I couldn’t tell.
“Don’t move,” I commanded.
Because it would add to the tension, I took a detour to the kitchen, washed my hands, got some water. I leaned against the cabinet, casually watching as Jasper remained perfectly still. When I felt he’d waited long enough, I headed for the door.
It took a minute to walk to the villa next door, to knock, for Cody to answer. The man looked up at me, his eyes flashing with both heat and interest.
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