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Reid

Jasper didn’t even hesitate to be strapped down to the bed, his eyes on Reid’s face and his fingers curling to caress Reid’s hands and wrists as Reid tightened the buckles. Part of Reid wanted to berate the other man for being a fool. Jasper Compton didn’t know who Reid was, and yet he’d come to a hotel room, and allowed Reid to strip him bare and tie him down. A few photos, a video of the Compton heir naked, hard, and tied down in BDSM sex play circulated on social media would fuck the Comptons up well and truly. It was naïve and stupid of the Compton puppy to not realize that, to think with his cock and not his brain.

Reid trailed his fingertips over Jasper’s chest, down the corrugation of his ribs, along the sensitive side of his stomach to his hip bone. Jasper’s cock pulsed, nodding with each throb, a sticky string of precum following gravity over the curve of the head. Reid met Jasper’s eye as he gathered the droplet up with his fingertip, lifting it to his lips and licking
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