probably should’ve figured it out myself. She’s been keeping close tabs on him since his arrival. I knew it bothered her that he’d been abandoned.” I grinned over at him. “Plus, he’s rather pleasing to the eye.”
Jasper frowned, which made me laugh.
“Not as pleasing as you are, though. Plus, I seriously doubt it’s like that between her and him. My sister might like Talon, but I doubt she’s comfortable with all his play toys. Probably wants Jones to do her laundry or something.” I nodded toward the living area. “Do me a favor. There’s something on the coffee table. Could you bring it here?”
Turning back to food prep, I listened to Jasper’s footsteps, the soft but unmistakable inhale when he reached the coffee table.
When he returned, I didn’t look his way. “I’m actually going to cook these on the grill.”
“There isn’t a… Oh.”
I grinned, wrapping the steaks in foil and retrieving the vegetable kabobs I’d put together.
“Nice night for a swim,” I said casually, gesturing for him to lead the way.
Jasper was right, there was not a grill here at the villa, but there was a rather impressive setup by the private pool. I’d already gone to check it out, pleased to find that it was fully stocked, likely managed by the possessions.
I could practically feel Jasper vibrating as he carried the rope I’d found in one of the storage rooms where they kept a variety of interesting toys and tools. I’d purposely left him to wonder what I would be using it for. More fun that way.
“Strip,” I instructed as I set the food on the work counter and turned on the propane grill.
He hesitated, his eyes scanning our surroundings. There was no one out here, so he must’ve felt comfortable since he set the rope down to do as I instructed.
Because I knew Jasper needed attention, I continued to glance over, ensuring he saw me watching as he stripped out of his scrubs, setting them neatly on one of the lounge chairs.
Earlier in the day, when the plan had come to me, I’d instructed two possessions to reposition some of the seating out here, having the tantric chair moved closer to the outdoor kitchen. I figured it would be a pleasant place for Jasper to recline while I worked.
I pointed to it now. “Relax.”
While the grill heated, I went back to the villa, retrieving glasses and a pitcher of tea. Once he was tied down, I wouldn’t leave his side—for safety reasons, obviously—so I figured it was best to get everything I needed now.
When I returned, I found Jasper had gotten comfortable on the chair, but I wouldn’t go so far as to say he was relaxed. His muscles were tense, his cock already hard. It was nice to see his excitement. I hadn’t tied him up since that first night, but I’d thought about it endlessly. Now that we were back on even ground, settling into a rather comfortable routine as though we hadn’t lost nine years of our lives due to stupidity on both our parts, I figured there was no better time than now to add some spice to our lives.
When the grill was at the right temperature, I laid the steaks out on the grates, closed the lid.
Now it was time for the fun part.
I took my time getting him strapped down, utilizing the various hooks located on the bottom edge of the chair. Criss-crossing the rope, I ensured it was tight enough to tantalize but not so tight as to cut off circulation. Because the rope was coarse, I played around with options, changing it up. All the while, Jasper remained perfectly still with the exception of his rapidly expanding chest.
When I was finished, I stepped back, admired my handiwork. “You look good like that.”
I left him momentarily, heading back to the grill. Not so much because I needed to but to let him stew for a few minutes, getting used to the coarse fibers that restrained his arms, legs, hips, ankles. I’d pulled one length across his groin, which coincidentally brushed on his cock with every breath he took.
“I thought I smelled something cooking out here,” Gideon said as he appeared, strolling toward me with two possessions trailing behind him, one of which was Cody.
“Nice night for a cookout,” I told him.
Gideon’s eyes snagged on Jasper and he took a moment to admire.
“Very nice,” he said with a soft whistle. “You’re rather skilled.”
“I’ve been practicing,” I lied, wanting Jasper to hear my