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8/31/2019

Locke. Chapter Four: A Kitchen in an Apartment

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Chapter Four: An Apartment in Addison

It was one in the morning when I got home. The apartment was dark, so I crept in. I was almost to the bathroom when Tanya opened the door and popped her head out.

“Well, hey there!” She said too pleasantly in the darkness.

“Hi,” I responded quickly.

“How was it?”

“Great,” I said awkwardly, wanting badly to hide in my room. But I needed to use the restroom first and check my ass out. It tingled with the memory of what that man did to me just hours before. I wasn’t in the mood to have a conversation with anyone.

“When is the next date?” She said eagerly, grinning at me. She tossed her strawberry blond hair over her shoulder, leaning her face against the door jamb. It made her seem almost naively innocent.

“I doubt there will be one,” I replied almost offhandedly, moving towards the bathroom door.

She reached out for me, putting a hand on my arm to stop me. “But you said it was great!”

I stopped and let out a little breathy laugh. Shaking my head quickly, I tried to think of how to explain it to her. She probably couldn't understand. She had never been rejected before for anything for any reason. "For me. It was great for me. But he was way out of my league. I mean, he was gorgeous, and I hope that I see him again, but-"

“It’s not like you to be this unconfident!” She chided gently.

I laughed again, continuing to shaking my head as I leaned against the bathroom doorway. It dug into my back and thighs, the places where he had used his belt throbbing. I crossed my arms over my chest. “It’s not a lack of confidence. It’s a grasp on reality.”

Tanya made a confused face. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Six foot five doctors with abs don’t date women who are my size,” I stated simply. This didn’t hurt my feelings, it was just a fact. I wasn’t going to foolishly get my hopes up, just to get my feelings hurt. It was better to look at it logically. “Even if we’ve got nice tits and a pretty face.”

I realized then that I was going to be like Alice and talk about the super-hot FBI guy for years. And I was okay with that. The evening had been almost magical, and it was a delightful escape from my humdrum reality. I would probably think about it for the rest of my life.

My roommate was frowning a little, starting to get upset for me. She couldn’t understand how happy I already was. “Did he treat you differently because you’re-”

"Because I'm chubby? No, but even if he did, I would be okay. I like my body. It would be his loss if he did. No, it's not that at all. I'm just not going to hold my breath. He was a perfect gentleman, and he actually complimented me a couple of times, but I think he was just being polite in the moment. I don't know. It's just a feeling that I have," I babbled.

“He doesn’t have to compliment you to be polite,” she replied.

“No, but he doesn’t have to call me again either,” I pointed out.

“Do you want him to?”

I didn’t have to think about the answer for even a second. “Very much so.”

“So why don’t you ask him out again?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “I’m going to wait and see. Maybe I will. I enjoyed spending time with him, but he works a lot anyway. So, it’ll probably be a while before I’d even get the chance.”

She pouted a little bit and then pulled me into a hug. Gently, she patted my back a couple of times. "You could be a plus-size model." She meant it as a compliment. I smiled to myself. Tanya was trying to comfort me. I didn't need it. I got more than enough from Jasper, and I couldn't expect more. I wasn't a greedy woman.

“No, I couldn’t. I’m too short,” I answered, scrunching up my nose.

Tanya huffed. “Pretty is pretty,” she said when she pulled away. “So, what did you do?”

“Um… actually, could you give me a few minutes? I need to go to the bathroom.” And think of what to tell my roommate. I didn’t get that far in the car. My mind was too focused on replaying my evening over and over again in my head. It was a good thing I didn’t drive.

"Yeah," she giggled. "Edward is about to go. He has to work in the morning," she whispered. "I need to say goodbye to him, anyway." And by saying goodbye, she meant make-out with him a little more.

“Tell him goodnight for me,” I replied before going into the bathroom.

I decided to tell her that we saw a movie and had dinner downtown when she inevitably asked again. I checked the cinemas on my phone and picked an older film that I had already seen that was playing at an arthouse. It was indie and would instantly bore her. But she wasn't standing by her bedroom door.

I thought I was almost home free until I heard the door open behind me. I turned just in time to see Edward coming out of her bedroom. He shut it behind him and turned to leave. When he looked up, his dark green eyes moved over me and smirked.

“Had a good date I see,” he mumbled to himself.

“What?” I asked, unsure if I heard him correctly. “How can you tell?”

“You have a hickey,” he chuckled, pointing to the side of his own neck. I flushed heavily, looking away. “Nothing to be embarrassed about. Good for you.”

“Yeah,” I muttered quickly going into my room. “Goodnight,” I said before I shut the door.

I slept until noon the next day. I had several messages waiting for me. Most of them were from Alice. She was wondering if I would be willing to help her with a bake sale in a couple of weeks for a fundraiser for the school she worked at. She couldn’t cook, but I could. She would buy the supplies if I donated my time.

I simply said, “sure. What kind of cookies?”

She replied with, “all of them.” I laughed to myself. She sent a few shrug emojis as well.

There was also a message from Jasper. "I'd like to sincerely thank you again for joining me last night and for giving me your submission. I enjoyed it greatly, and I hope to do it again very soon if you feel the same."

“I do,” I replied back with a smile. I bit my lip and considered what I wanted to say next. I didn’t have time because he replied.

"I would invite you over again tonight, but I'm already on a plane."

"No! Did you even get a full day off?" I asked in shock. I was with him less than twelve hours before, and I would probably still need another few hours to recover. My ass and legs were sore, as was my back.

“Not really, no. But it’s okay. How are you feeling?”

I stretched out, feeling every muscle in my body sing with pleasure at the memory of his hands. Everything hurt in precisely the way I wanted it to. "Amazing. I've just woken up, to be honest."

“Lucky girl. I don’t know the last time I slept in. I was rudely awoken at five this morning.”

“Oh no! And I kept you up so late,” I said guiltily. He must have been a kind of tired I couldn’t have imagined. He was probably perpetually jet-lagged. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re kidding me, right? I needed last night like air. Christ, that was better than a week's worth of sleep.” I felt myself blushing at his words. “It’s probably one of the best experiences I’ve had in years.”

“Me too.” It was the best, hands down. Pun intended. There was no doubt in my mind. It was amazing.

“I hope that means we can play the next time I come back into town?”

“Absolutely.” I flopped back onto the bed, putting the cell phone on my chest as I took a deep breath. A smile stretched wide over my face as I pulled the covers over my head, snuggling deeper into the mattress.

Two weeks passed from our hotel rendezvous. First, Jasper was in Florida before heading directly to New York, where he stayed for a full week. He got a single day off there in that time period, in Albany, but he slept the entire time. I couldn't imagine how tired he was.

We chatted every single day, at least a little bit. We talked as if he didn't beat then fuck me, discussing the weather and our work. He helped me pick out the cookie recipes to bake when I couldn't decide. I helped him choose which floral picture he drew would become a card for his mother's birthday. It was purple and yellow lilies, colored with expensive markers.

Alice came over to the apartment early one Sunday morning to keep me company while I baked all day for the fundraiser. I threw in twenty-dollars towards the cause, getting enough for hundreds of cookies in a few different styles. We went to the dollar store for bags to put them in, and other supplies, the day before. Every surface was covered, and we were ready to work.

I had finished the peanut butter ones and moved onto the sugar cookies already by the time I heard my roommate and her very handsome boyfriend come out of her bedroom. He stayed the night, a rarity. Chocolate chip cookies would be next in the oven. I had already put its dough in the fridge to rest. The lemon crinkles would be last. Alice sat at the table, DJing and putting the cooled baked goods into bags. They were all tied with ribbon that was curled with scissors. A rainbow of discarded ribbon-bits decorated the table and floor.

Jamming to Rihanna, I stirred the sticky dough with a big wooden spoon. Tanya came dancing into the kitchen. I offered her a still-warm cookie from the cooling rack, still shaking it. She took it, putting it between her teeth as she got down with me. I backed it up into her, and she playfully smacked my ass.

“Yeah, baby,” I teased. “You know you like it.” She laughed as she smacked me again. I shook my butt her playfully, grinding against each other stupidly.

“My, what a nice little show before work,” Edward teased from the doorway of the kitchen. He was wearing bright blue scrubs, leaning against the frame. His eyes were hot, going over his girlfriend as she danced with another woman. She giggled, prancing over to him. She offered him a bite of her cookie. He took it from her fingers, humming at the taste. “Almost as delicious as you,” he cooed at her.

“Oh, gag,” Alice said from the table dryly. I barked out a laugh, looking away as I blushed. Then there was a ding that came from my phone. Edward rolled his eyes and moved back into the living room to finish getting ready to leave for work. “Oh, Bella!” My friend sang my name. “You have a message from Whit. I’m going to read it.”

I giggled to myself as I took a bite of dough off the spoon. "Go ahead." We hadn't been talking about anything too dirty, and if we had, Alice would have loved to hear every single detail. She wouldn't have shared anything with Tanya if it was bad, though.

“What does it say?” My roommate asked, stealing the spoon from me so that she could bite off some of the pale white sugar cookie dough from it. She sat at the tiny wooden table across from her to gossip.

Alice beamed. “I’m going to be in town tonight, finally. Would you like to meet me?”

“Yes!” I said excitedly, hurriedly going to wash my hands so I could take my phone from her. “Tonight? Seriously?”

“And you didn’t think he’d want to see you again,” Tanya said happily, waving her dough covered spoon around like a wand.

My best friend clicked her tongue. “He said he had a great time! He thanked me for introducing you,” Alice said in disbelief, shaking her head as she scrunched up her tiny nose. “Why wouldn’t he want to again?”

I shook my head quickly in response, rolling my eyes. “Alice, you of all people-”

"I'll see you later, honey," Edward interrupted me, calling to his girlfriend. She went back to him for another kiss as he stood in the door again. This time he was wearing his leather jacket. He was going to take his motorcycle to his office. "Delicious cookies, Bella. What are they for, exactly?" He asked.

“Fundraiser for the school I teach at,” Alice informed him. “It’s to help replace the playground to make it more accessible for kids with disabilities.”

“Take a bag or two, if you want,” I offered.

“Thanks,” he smiled a little. He took two of each, peanut butter and sugar cookies, before pulling out his wallet and handing Alice a hundred dollar bill. “For the playground.”

“Aw, thanks,” she said with a little smile. She put it in her purse. “I’ll put it towards the cause. Thank you for your purchase.” Then she playfully saluted him. He ignored her. Edward thought Alice was weird. She was, but that’s what I liked about her.

“Thanks for the cookies,” he called to me. Edward gave Tanya one last kiss before heading off to work. I bit my lip as I watched his fine ass go, putting the bags into his jacket pocket for later.

I finally took my phone from Alice and sat down at the table myself so that I could answer his text. She had read it to me exactly.

“I would love to,” I replied, my fingers shaking a little. “Are you sure you’ll be up to it, though?”

“Yes. I need some more air,” he answered.

"What does that mean?" Tanya asked as she read over my shoulder when she sat again. It actually made me jump, flushing. I felt like I had been caught somehow. She was looking at me innocently, batting her eyelashes as she rested her chin on her knuckles. The spoon was almost clean of dough, but she was she nibbling on it still.

“Oh, I… I…” I stammered. “Well, I um, kept him up late last time and he got called into work early. And I apologized for it. But he said he needed… well, me… more than rest. That he needed our time together like air.” I laughed a little as my cheeks flushed hotter. “He said it was better than a week’s worth of sleep.”

My roommate fanned herself, handing me the spoon back. “This Dr. cop seems like a real McSteamy if you ask me. That sounds like poetry. I can’t wait to meet him.”

“He’s more than steamy if you ask me. I’d ride that man like a-”

“Alice!” Tanya chided. She leaned in to whisper, “what does he look like?” I snorted. She was acting like we weren’t alone and grown women.

My best friend grinned. “Over six-foot, muscular. He works out a lot because he gets bored in the hotels and they always have fitness rooms. Blonde. Blue eyes. Very angular. He looks like one of those hot statues,” she answered dreamily, sighing heavily. “And his hands. Oh...”

“I know,” I agreed with Alice with a little sigh. “Oh, god.”

“What about them?” Tanya asked curiously.

“Oh, they’re, um… so strong. They’re huge and extremely soft,” I answered, looking away from her. My eyes went back to the screen, looking at his current picture. It was a photo of what was obviously the belt he had used on me last time, coiled on a messy bed. I didn’t think Tanya could see it well enough to make it out.

“And he knows how to use them,” she smirked a little naughtily.

“How would you know?” My roommate smirked as well as she glanced over at Alice.

She shrugged a little. "We went out a few times, but it didn't get too far. Just no spark. For him, sadly. I was on fire." Tanya snorted delicately.

My phone beeped again. I drew in a quick breath.

"I have to get on a plane right now, but I should be back in Texas in a couple of hours. I'll send you my room number once I'm all checked in," his next message read.

“Sounds great. Have a safe flight,” I replied back quickly to him.

The timer for the next batch of cookies went off, pulling my attention away from my phone before I could panic over it. I still had a full day of cooking ahead of me. Baking was perfect for mindlessly daydreaming about sexy profilers and their belts. I stuck my phone in my pocket though just so Tanya wouldn't read any of my texts.

“Hotel Indigo, Room 105. Six again?” Jasper sent a couple of hours later.

“Sounds good,” I replied after I dusted the powdered sugar from my hands. The lemon cookies were just going in the oven.

“Same rules as before, Isabella.”

“Yes, sir,” I smiled to myself. I was alone with Alice. Tanya had to work, too. My friend giggled at my expression. I leaned against the counter and sighed heavily. My ass tingled with the memories of him. The bruises were long gone, but those would never fade.

“So jealous,” she complained. I laughed, looking away in embarrassment.

“Maybe we can arrange a play session with me and you. He could spank us both,” I offered lightly.

“Yes, please,” she said with a big grin. “I’d love to. It would be fun to play again.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” I said, but I wasn’t going to rush off to do that. I wanted him to myself for a couple more times before I decided to share the experience. At least, I hoped there would be at least a few more times.

Maybe I was greedy.

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8/29/2019

Locke. Chapter Three: The Adolphus

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Chapter Three: The Adolphus

Warning: this Chapter contains graphic sexual descriptions. Reader discretion is advised. Intended for a mature audience only. (18+)

I spent literally all day Friday preparing for Saturday evening. I got my hair done, bought a new dress, lingerie, and even shoes. When I got home from my spa day and shopping, I covered most of my body with hair removal cream and then made sure I got everywhere else as well as I could with a razor. I even painted my nails a light shiny purple. That evening, I put on a hair and face mask, scrubbing my feet and hands while I wore a blackhead nose strip.

Saturday morning, I showered and went over my skin with a razor again just to make sure I was as smooth as I could be. I used a sheet mask as I laid on the couch, listening to music as I tried to relax. I could hear Tanya giggling in her room as I went to shower and wanted to pretend that they weren’t fooling around feet away from me.

Taking the time to style my hair, I braided it down my back in a thick rope that went to one side. The makeup I decided on was light, my flavored cherry lip gloss only slightly tinted pink. The dress was a wrap, tying at my hips and going to my knees. It was a deep vibrant purple color. It matched the satin panties and bra underneath.

Just before four, I came out of the bathroom. I was going to leave a little early to pick up some supplies from the pharmacy before. I decided to take an Uber, unsure if I would be able to drive afterward. I didn’t want to worry about it. Edward came out of Tanya’s darkened bedroom. He was only in his sleep pants, his messy hair slicked back.

“You look nice,” he said pleasantly as he headed towards the restroom. “What are you doing tonight?”

“Date,” I repeated the lie. It was sad to realize just how little he listened. Not that he had any reason to care.

"Oh," he nodded and smiled awkwardly. "Right. Have a good time." The door closed, and the lock clicked loudly behind him.

In a huge purse, I packed extra clothes and a bottle of water. I wasn’t sure what else to bring with me. I had toys that I enjoyed, but I wasn’t sure what he had and what he wanted to use.

"Hey," Tanya grinned from the doorway of her bedroom before I left, wearing a big fluffy pink robe. Her hair was up in a wild bun. Her neck was covered in hickeys. Edward was a biter apparently, and she was always dotted with them. She didn't care, she just hid them with makeup. He was laid out on the bed, covered in a blanket. I could see the leg of his sleep pants hanging off the chair in the corner of her room. They were going to take advantage of me being out of the apartment. They usually went to his.

"Hey. I'm heading out. I'll be late, probably."

“I hope so,” she giggled, poking me in the side. “Edward was right. You look fantastic!”

“Thanks.” I blushed.

“Good luck.”

“Yeah,” I laughed weakly. “I’ll need it.”

There was a pharmacy right down the street from my house. At the very least, I was going to come with condoms and lube. Toys were extras, these were not. I also picked up some Plan B. I didn’t know if I would even use it, but I decided I would rather have it and not need it than the other way around.

The hotel he was staying at was the Adolphus. It was a nicer one, though a little stuffier. His room was several floors up in a corner. He sent me the room number once he had checked in that morning, confirming our time.

I stood at the plain boring brown door for a few moments, gazing at the silver numbers. I couldn’t hear anything, not even other guests on the floor. Swallowing my fear, I knocked confidently. The same thrill from the days before shot down my spine.

Jasper opened the door only seconds later, and it was hard not to gasp. He was tall, perhaps a foot taller than me, with honey blonde hair and icy blue eyes. His skin was soft glowing white, his cheeks sharp. He was strikingly beautiful. He allowed me a quick look before my eyes shot down to the ground. He was wearing a white button-down shirt tucked into dark blue jeans with a soft brown leather belt, barefoot.

“Isabella, please come in,” he said in a rich southern accent. He was a Texas native. I had grown up in Phoenix with my mother before moving to Washington to live with my dad and then came to Dallas for school. I wasn’t sure why I wasn’t expecting it. It was so deep.

He stood back, allowing me to pass. Shutting the door, he locked it behind us. It clicked slowly, clunking as it turned. It was a thrilling sound. Excitement danced in the pit of my stomach. I had no idea what was about to happen.

"Just a few minutes early. Very nice. I like that," Jasper said encouragingly as he took my purse and jacket, placing them on the dresser by the television. He folded the coat up neatly, putting the bag on top carefully.

“Let me look at you,” he said in a soft little sigh, coming to walk behind me. I didn’t move, my hands to my sides with my chin up in the air. “Alice is often posting pictures with you in them, but I must say that they don’t do you justice. You’re lovely.”

It was hard not to automatically say thank you. I think he knew that too, testing me.

He touched the tip of my braid, flicking it. It was difficult not to jerk, but I stayed still and held my breath. Leaning in close, his nose skimmed my earlobe gently. His breath made my skin tingle pleasantly.

“So, Isabella, I’d like to go over some things before I get started with you tonight. First of all, we are in a hotel. Obviously, we have people all around us. Families, even. People who don’t want to hear us fucking aggressively. In general, I find it very rude to be loud if you can help it. You’ll find that I’m very much about manners. You will be polite. You will be as silent as possible. You will not speak unless told to directly. If I need to gag you, I will. But I would prefer not to because I would like to have your mouth free for me to use whenever I please. If you make any sounds, I will punish you. Do you understand?”

I nodded.

“Very good. But there is something I need you to know.” He leaned in close behind me so that he could whisper in my ear, “I love them. I love the noises. So, it will be my mission to make you scream.” I bit my lip, trying to hide my smile. He brought my braid over my shoulder before his hands went down my arms at an achingly slow pace. “Are you excited?”

I nodded again.

“Even if I have to punish you?”

I nodded once more a little more vigorously, pushing my lips together. I certainly hoped he made me scream. His nose went over my ear as he breathed in my scent. A shiver went through me, and I knew he felt it because he chuckled.

His hands moved from my arms to my sides. He pulled me tight against him, as Edward had been standing with Tanya the other night. “Do you see the computer on the dresser?” He questioned. I nodded my head, his hand moving to my stomach. “I like to play music to drown out the noises. I don’t want you to pay attention to the song though, so I put it on repeat. There is a playlist that I like already up. I’d like for you to pick.”

This was a simple task, I figured. I went to his open laptop, the long music list ready for me. There were at least two hundred songs on it. Leaning over a little so that he could have a nice view of my ass, I smirked to myself as I looked over my choices. It was harder than expected though, because I actually liked most of them. Finally, I selected a slower, darker one that I found very sexy. It had a spot on my personal smutty writing playlist.

I stood straight and walked towards him, waiting for his next set of instructions. Lifting my eyes so that they met his gaze, he leaned forward slowly and whispered, “don’t move.”

With his fingers under my chin, he leaned in further. Just a moment before his mouth would have touched mine, Jasper stopped and smiled. I wanted to close the distance, and he knew it. He pecked my still lips several times before moving over my cheek to my forehead. His hand slid from my chin, so I dropped my eyes back to the ground right away.

His nimble hands pulled at the strings at my side that held the wrap dress around me. He tugged them with two fingers slowly, drawing them away from my body to undo the bow. Then they went to the other side, doing the same thing. I felt like I was being unwrapped like a present, his eyes going over my body hungrily.

“Mm, not what I expected,” he mumbled to himself as he pulled the sleeves off of my arms from behind. I was almost worried, but then he continued. “I would have thought you would have worn black or red. Lace. Leather even. I know you like it from your stories. But this is why I wanted you to wear whatever you wished. I like being surprised.” His hand moved over the curve of my breast from behind, just grazing it. I resisted the urge to step back into him.

Jasper came in front of me, holding my chin up again so I would look into his eyes. “Ah, I almost forgot. Your sweetness almost distracted me. The other thing you need to know for tonight is that I don’t want you to hold back at all. I want you to orgasm as much and as aggressively as you can. Do I make myself clear? Speak.”

“Yes, sir,” I breathed as his thumb went over my bottom lip.

“What are your safewords? Say them out loud.”

“Red and yellow, sir.”

“Very good. Do you have anything else to say before I use your mouth for the rest of the evening?” He asked as he pushed it to the center of my lips.

“No, sir,” I replied seductively just so my lips and tongue could move against him. He smiled, sliding his thumb into my mouth fully.

"Suck," he instructed, and I began to instantly. Rolling my tongue over the tip, he pulled it my from mouth with a pop. "Damn, your lips are going to look so pretty around my cock. Not yet, though." Jasper wrapped my braid around his fist as he came to stand behind me once again, twisting until he held it all in his palm at the base of my neck. He tugged roughly. A huffing breath pushed through my nose.

Pulling my hair again, he yanked my head back to look at him. His other hand encircled my throat tightly. He squeezed gently, getting pleasantly tighter and tighter. It pushed my breasts out, my ass pressed against his erection that strained at his jeans already.

“What a sweet and innocent little girl,” he said against my cheek. “Looking at you, no one would be able to tell, could they? Even with your clothes off. But that’s not what you are, is it? Coming to meet strangers to get fucked rough. To get what you really need. We both know what you are. You’re an eager little slut.” He pulled my hair again, tugging me towards his mouth. Jasper stopped less than an inch away from mine. His tongue curled against my top lip. I smiled just a little.

His rough hips ground against my panties. “Mm, it’s going to feel so good smacking your ass.” His other hand slipped down to my cheek, squeezing it tightly. I actually had to bite my lip to keep from letting a little gasp slip from my mouth. He chuckled again. “Oh yeah. I’m going to make you scream tonight.”

I was going to try my damnedest not to make a single noise, but I hoped he could. I wanted us both to win, but I was very stubborn.

"Go put your hands on the bed. Legs apart," he ordered. I knew exactly what position he wanted to see. The bed was turned down, the white sheets slick under my palms. My hair fell over my shoulder. "Arch your back." His hand connected with my ass for the first time. "Very nice." He hit it twice more, striking one side than the other. "I was right. It does feel good," he purred. Jasper stroked one of the places he had just spanked. Then he hit it three times quickly, stinging the same spot until I felt where his hand was when it was gone. There was a difference from my bare skin to where my panties laid. The tingling was so pleasant.

He switched to the other side, striking quickly over and over again until finally, a small whimper fell from my lips. His fingers tightened around the spot that earned it. My thighs were twitching, my stomach tight. With every hit, the sting increased until it crawled up my spine. He worked on the other side, each slap harder than the last.

When Jasper took a step back, the cool air licked up my thighs. One of his fingers, hot from the spanking, trailed over the edging of my purple satin panties. My leg trembled from the contact.

The next hard, sharp blow surprised me, causing me to gasp again.

“I like watching your ass jiggle,” he chuckled almost to himself. “I could watch it literally all day. It’s so fucking nice.” He hit it again, humming as he did. “Stand up and turn around.”

Doing what I was told, my legs were shaking with electric shocks tickling my thighs. When I wobbled, he brought his hand out just in case I fell. Thankfully, I didn’t. Smiling to myself when I didn’t, I straightened my shoulders. He smirked a little bit.

“Take off my belt, Isabella.”

My hands went to his buckle, working it off as swiftly as I could. I drew the soft brown leather from the loops carefully. When I was done, I offered it to him. Jasper took it in his solid fist, holding it so that it was looped over. He brought it up to my lips. “Kiss it and thank it for the pleasure it’s about to give you.”

I let my lips press fully against the velvety leather, kissing it slowly but deeply. When he didn’t move away, I kissed it again and again. Slow and steady, my mouth moved to the tip. He dragged it over my cheek when he pulled it away.

“I like how grateful you are for my belt. Bend over again. Let me give it to you.”

It was amazing that I didn’t trip over my own feet as I spun around and put my hands back on the bed. The smile that spread over my lips was hard to control. His belt very lightly traced over my panties.

“Eager slut,” he cooed.

The cracking sound was delicious, slicing into my skin as he brought the belt over my ass and thighs. I pushed my lips hard together, taking it in silence. I wanted to cry out for more. Harder. Faster. Then he put the belt on my back, standing behind me directly. Jasper’s fingers traced the marks that he had created, humming to himself in pleasure again.

He roughly pressed his blue jean covered erection to my ass, his hands yanking me back towards it.

“You’re already soaked.” He took a step back and rubbed a hand between my legs. The wetness made it easy to slide back and forth. I shook against his fingers, my eyes closing as I panted softly. “You are so ready for it already. I love how wet you are. And I like how soft your panties are. I want to feel them.”

I heard his jeans unzip, and a moment later, I felt his erection rubbing against the center of my wet underwear. Very gently and almost casually, he began to stroke himself against them. Rocking back on my heels a little, I had to tighten my grip on the bed to keep from moving.

“The belt won’t fall,” he directed firmly. “Will it?” He slapped my ass hard.

I shook my head slowly, my back stiffening as he played with himself. The urge to turn to look at him was strong. But soon I was too overwhelmed by the sensation of him brushing against me over and over again. My ass was still stinging from the belt. Gasping, he got faster and rougher until suddenly I was shaking.

“Am I going to get you off like this? Already?” I nodded. He picked up the belt with one hand, still jerking himself off with the other. “Good.” Jasper became rougher, beating himself against me.

"Oh!" I whimpered in surprise as my legs locked, my orgasm rocking my body. As soon as it began, he pulled away and started to strike me over and over again with his soft belt. My elbows gave in, and I fell into the mattress. My eyes rolled into the back of my head.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Was that a sound, Isabella?” I nodded slowly, shaking from my come down. “And you were doing so well.” He wiggled my sticky panties down my thighs, keeping them at my knees. “It’s almost impressive how quiet you’ve been. Your pussy is literally dripping for me right now.”

His zipper sounded again, and I realized he was putting himself away. I wanted to pout. I was ready for more, eager to feel him push inside of me. Instead, his belt connected sharply with my bare ass. It was much harder than before. He gave me two on either side, so rough that it made my eyes water.

"That's going to leave a mark," he said teasingly, leaning down to kiss the spot he was talking about. "Next time, there will be more, and they'll be harder," he warned.

Jasper pushed my panties down my legs the rest of the way, pulling them from around my ankles and laying them on the bed beside me so that I could see how wet they were. Grabbing my hair, he tugged me up against him again.

"Take off your bra." I did and quickly brought it in front of me in my fists. He took it and threw it behind us without looking. Both of his hands went to my now bare breasts, squeezing them in his warm, smooth fingers.

Turning me around, his hands went back to my chest right away. He pinched and pulled at my nipples, making sure they were as hard as they could be. My thighs pressed together involuntarily. “I wish I had some clamps. They’d look so nice.”

When he pulled away, he went to his suitcase. On top were several plain black ties. Jasper picked one up, playing with it between his long fingers. “I’m going to blindfold you and tie you to the bed now,” he said very casually.

Bringing the fabric behind my head, he kissed my mouth almost delicately. The knots were so tight, his lips soft and sweet. “On your knees.”

I dropped to the floor instantly. There was a foot between us, but he closed the distance. "Touch me, Isabella."

My hands went to his thighs instantly, happy to feel him. I moved over his erection, trying to gauge how big he was. There was no way to be sure until I saw it with my own eyes, though. He seemed perfect. The button was still undone. He was taking off his own shirt, finally.

“Take it out. I know that’s what you want. Kiss it and thank it for the pleasure it’s about to give you,” Jasper ordered breathlessly, obviously enjoying my affection.

I pushed the zipper down, and his erection came free in front of me. First, I found it with my hands, rubbing it to somewhat measure while I brought it to my lips. My kisses were tiny, and light at the beginning as I covered the tip. Then they became longer, slower, deeper. I moved down to the base, letting my tongue run over him.

He pulled me back by the braid and slapped my face roughly. "I didn't say you could do that yet, slut," he said evenly. "Open your mouth," he ordered. "Wider." He pushed the tip against my tongue in between my parted lips. It barely fit. Very slowly, he pushed until it hit the back of my throat. "That's how you get to taste my cock. Suck."

His hand wrapped around my hair and the tie at the same time, rocking his hips as he fucked my mouth. It was not gentle or slow, and I loved it. I sucked as hard as I could, letting him hit the back of my throat as much as I could. I actually whimpered again when he pulled out. Jasper slapped me once more, harder this time.

“I said no sound. Even if it’s for my cock.” He pulled me up by the hair and pushed until my legs hit the mattress. “Get on your knees on the bed.”

When I did, without warning, he hit me with his belt again. Viciously, he struck me a dozen times. When he was done, he leaned down to kiss the spot several times in a row, almost lovingly. His lips felt cold in comparison to my red hot skin.

"Will you be quiet now?" I nodded my head. It wasn't a promise I could keep, and we both knew it.

Jasper left the bed, and when he returned, he shoved me onto my back before moving a second tie over my stomach. The silk tickled my breasts. His hands moved over my arms, pushing them upwards. Two separate ones held me to the headboard.

“Spread your legs.”

His palm moved over my bare vagina for the first time. My hips bucked up, opening for him. His hand was so big that he covered me entirely. “Wider.” His fingers traced over my wet and already tender lips. Sharply, he spanked between my legs. My ass jumped in surprise, making him chuckle. My head rolled to the side, pushing my lips together. He did it again.

“I can tell how hard you’re trying to follow my orders. You want to scream, don’t you?” I nodded my head again quickly. One of my nipples was pulled roughly. “This is just the beginning.”

Then he leaned down to bite it. The hand between my legs pressed inside of me, my back arching up towards it. Slick, his fingers came back to draw hard circles around my clit. My toes dug into the mattress, my body rocking against him. I came violently, but he didn’t stop. Instead, he moved back inside of me. His fingers twisting, curling, and teasing for a few moments as I rode out the orgasm. Pulling them out roughly, he spanked my clit three times in a row. I came again, this time even wetter. Tears flowed from my eyes as I tried not to cry out.

“Delicious,” he purred, leaning down between my legs to begin to lick and kiss. When my thighs tried to automatically jerk away, his strong hands held me in place. His talented tongue brought me two more, soaking the bed underneath me.

When Jasper got off the bed again, he dragged something against the center of my chest. "This is a condom. I'm going to fuck you now, and you're going to cum on my cock just like you did on my tongue and fingers."

On his knees between my legs, he kissed the center of my chest before bringing the square to my lips. I kissed it automatically, knowing that's what he wanted me to do. He chuckled at my eagerness. Only seconds later, he pressed inside of me. I was more than ready, but he was thick and perfect, making me feel full. Every part of me was sensitive.

He brought my ass off the bed, my legs around his hips. Every movement was sharp, pushing me to the brink. Both of his hands went back to my breasts, squeezing them tightly. Then he pinched my nipples at the same time almost painfully. I came harder than I had in years, shaking as my mouth opened in a silent scream.

“Holy shit, yes!” He growled, leaning down to bite my neck. His teeth sunk in deeply, his hips rocking faster into me. I came again. He called out against my skin, cumming while I seized around him.

He pulled away from me, the sound of something being thrown into the trashcan echoing around me. The music was continuing to play, seeming suddenly very loud. When he crawled onto the bed, he untied my hands. Jasper brought my wrists to his mouth to lightly kiss.

"When I remove your blindfold, the scene will be over, and I want you to speak and move freely so you can tell me what you need. Do you understand?" I nodded my head.

The blindfold was taken off of my eyes. He was laying on his side, smiling slightly. Jasper was sweaty and naked, beyond beautiful. The man was even more amazing with his clothes off. "How are you?"

I kind of giggled, the only response that was really able to come out of my mouth. Rolling my face to the side, I hid my eyes in the pillow as I tried to catch my breath.

“Oh, my god,” I laughed. He chuckled warmly, pushing my hair over my shoulder.

“Did you enjoy that?”

“Yes,” I simpered, wanting to hide my face again. “Did you?”

“Very much so. Did I hurt you?” He questioned gently.

“Not even close.”

“Good,” he smiled. Jasper ran his fingers over my jaw. Looking at him this close made me realize how beautiful he really was. His eyes were stunning, his lashes long. His sharp cheekbones and nose made him almost aristocratic-looking. His smile drew up to one side, his eyes moving over my face. His lips were perfect. “Tell me what you need right now, Isabella.”

“Kiss me,” I blurted out. I blushed as soon as I did. “I mean if you want to. You don’t have to.”

He leaned in, pressing his lips to mine to shut me up. This kiss was slow, gentle, and deep. His big hand cupped my cheek, his thumb rubbing over my temple.

"If this is the kind of aftercare you need, I am more than happy to provide it for you," he said like velvet when he pulled away. Jasper pressed his lips against my forehead. "Would you like to join me in the shower? We should get cleaned up, and I should check to make sure I didn't do any damage." I nodded again, feeling timid all of a sudden.

He helped me stand, going into the large shower to turn on the water to warm it up first. Standing behind me, he smoothed his fingers over my back as his eyes examined my ass in the bathroom. I watched him in the mirror.

“Mm, I left a few bruises for sure. After we shower, I have something to rub on it to help,” he murmured. He leaned in a kissed my shoulder, pulling my hair from its band. He combed it with his fingers. “It doesn’t hurt?”

“No, it’s incredible,” I hummed, feeling as if I was high. His hand smoothed over my ass, gripping it so tightly that I moaned softly. I didn’t have to be quiet.

“You did so well. I’m torn between happy with your performance and annoyed that I couldn’t make you scream like I wanted,” he mumbled with his lips against my shoulder, his eyes watching mine in the mirror.

“I wanted to,” I smirked a little. He smiled in return. “But, I’m stubborn.”

“I know.”

In the bright light of the bathroom while in the shower, I got to look at his skin. He was touching me and didn't seem bothered when I did in return. There were dozens of scars dotting his flesh. Biting my lip, I traced one along his stomach.

“What happened?”

"I was in the army before I joined the FBI," he replied evenly. "It helped pay for school. I earned my education with my own blood."

Leaning down, I kissed each scar that I found. Moving over his arms, stomach, then his shoulders. He hummed quietly. Jasper obviously enjoyed the attention. “What rank did you reach?”

“Major,” he answered as his hand moved up my back lightly.

I kissed a little one just below his ear. "Well, thank you for your continued service, Major." He chuckled. I shook my head, kissing it again. "I mean it. My dad was a cop. And though I don't think the system is perfect, I know it's more good than bad, and it's because of people like you who work so hard. Work days and days in a row with little sleep. Living out of hotels."

Jasper smirked a little bit. “Well, thank you, Ms. Swan. That’s quite sweet. Are you sure it’s not just because I’ve gotten you off half a dozen times, though?” I laughed, leaning my head into the water. His fingers pushed some of the soap from my hair. “Oh, I see. That’s it then,” he teased when I didn’t answer.

“No, that just makes a giggling idiot,” I joked as I pressed myself into him, letting my ass brush against him as I turned around. “This is better than those drugs I was selling.” He slapped my ass playfully hard, making us both laugh.

Helping me to dry off after cleaning up, he had me put my hands on the bed again so that he could rub a salve over my ass and thighs. I realized then how much a mess I had made on the bed from being fucked.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” I blushed heavily.

"Why? It's what I wanted. I was honestly expecting more. You were holding back, though." He shrugged a little bit, opening the tin.

I stood up to look at him in shock. “Excuse me? What part of that was holding back?”

He laughed at my reaction. “Not on purpose. I’m a stranger, you’re nervous. I imagine whenever it’s happened the most, it’s with someone you’re comfortable around.” I shrugged, pouting a little. “I love how offended you are.”

“I just want to do my best,” I complained as I put my hands back on the bed. His smooth fingers gently began to massage my back, moving all the way down to my knees. It was so tender, the stinging returning with his new touch.

“You did beautifully, Isabella.”

I had an all-over body shiver that he saw. He pressed his hips against my ass for a brief second. I would have let him fuck me again in a heartbeat.

Once I was dressed, I ordered a car to pick me up. Jasper walked with me down to the lobby like a gentleman. As the driver pulled up, he placed an innocent kiss to my cheek and opened the door.

“I had a wonderful time. Thank you.”

"So did I," I said sincerely. I pressed a final kiss to his lips before slipping into the car. Closing it, the driver pulled away. As Jasper's fine form disappeared from view, I was almost sure I would never see him again.

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Locke. Chapter Two: An Apartment in Addison

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An Apartment in Addison

I texted with Jasper, Whit's real name, for two weeks. Surprisingly, though we flirted and made jokes, we didn't talk about our shared hobby in detail at all. I didn't know how to bring it up, even though I gave Alice shit for not just asking him to play. But she had known him for years. That was a big difference.

We talked about my stories and his work, but only in the vaguest terms. He showed me his pencil and pen drawings, and I shared pictures of the dozens of small watercolors that lined the walls of my bedroom. And though Jasper was often serious and sometimes formal, I found him funny. And charming.

“Where are you today?” I texted inquisitively one evening. It was late, and we hadn’t chatted for most of the morning. He had been on a plane for almost all of the day before.

“Baltimore.”

I literally knew nothing about Maryland. I wasn’t even sure that I could point at it on a map without a couple of guesses. “Exciting. Getting to do anything fun while you’re there?” I was hoping he at least had the night off. He had worked for nine days straight.

His response was right away. “I’ve been in a police station for ten hours, half of that time waiting for a judge to sign something. Someone had to hunt him down on a golf course. My day was beyond thrilling.”

“Why were you at the police station all day?” I questioned in curiosity. I wanted to know everything about his job, though he didn’t talk about it much.

“In the case that we’re currently working on, we IDed some possible suspects. They were arrested and, with our help, they interrogated them. It just took some time to get the ball rolling.”

“What’s your job title exactly?” I asked next. I wasn’t sure if he would even tell me.

“I am a doctor of behavioral psychology. I work as a profiler in the NCAVC branch. My title is Special Agent.”

NCAVC. I decided to look it up instead of asking him what it meant. National Center for the Analysis of Violent Crimes. I bit my lip, trying to think of what to ask about next. Curiosity continued to eat at me. Just talking to him was giving me story ideas.

“Wow, that sounds intense. What type of violent crime?” I wondered, pushing my luck. I wasn’t sure even Alice knew this much. But she probably wasn’t that interested either. All she wanted from him was a good spanking.

“How do you think I know that you’re not a serial killer, Isabella?” He asked me in return.

“Ah,” I replied. I wondered if he meant that he worked looking for literal serial killers, or just killers in general. I knew he wouldn’t answer that question. “So, very intense.”

The three dots popped up instantly. “Mm, yeah. A boring day is usually a good day.”

“I can’t imagine having a bad day at your office,” I commented, biting my lip again as I laid back in bed with my phone in my pajamas. I was starting to gnaw at it as my anxiety began to build a little.

“Well, sometimes when we have a bad day, people die. So, I try not to have them if I can help it.”

"I'm sorry," I said right away. I had walked too far on the thin ice, and I could practically hear it cracking under my feet in the text.

"No, I'm sorry. You were making normal polite conversation, and I made it unnecessarily bleak. I apologize. I was going to ask you a question, but I'm not sure you'll be amiable to it now."

“No, go ahead. It’s fine,” I sent back quickly with a smile emoji.

“So, I should be coming into Dallas this weekend,” he began. That was two days away. “I was wondering if you’d be interested in playing Saturday night?”

I didn’t even have to think about it. “Yes. I’d love to.”

“Great. Um… So, if you could, would you send over a checklist of yours? I’ll send mine. I want to make sure it goes well for both of us. So we both know what to expect.”

I realized then that I didn’t have one for him just ready to go. It had been far too long since I had played with someone else and I didn’t actually expect it to happen with him, even if I enjoyed chatting.

“I don’t suppose you have a link that you can share to the same one you filled out? It’ll be easier to compare notes that way,” I asked, trying to make it seem like I wasn’t totally unprepared. I had wanted this to happen, I wasn’t sure why I hadn’t gotten it ready. A moment later, a link popped up in the message feed. “Oh! Perfect. Thank you!”

“You’re very welcome. I’ve already sent you mine in an email if you’d like to look. I need to get back to work now. I’ll talk to you tomorrow?”

"Yup. I'll fill this out, and I'll read yours. Have a good day," I replied, hoping he understood the meaning behind it.

“I always sincerely try to. Have a good night, Isabella.”

When he used my full name, it made my stomach tighten. I decided I needed a drink before I read through his checklist. A strong one. Putting on my silky blue robe, I pulled my hair up into a ponytail before padding out to the kitchen. Tanya and Edward were in there, making dinner together. He was standing behind her, his hands on her hips as he pressed himself to her ass as closely as he could. She was giggling as he kissed her neck.

I rushed by them, trying to ignore their scene. I wasn’t in the mood for it. Let them have their romance. I was going to get kinky.

“Hey, Bella. Want some of this?” Tanya pointed to her pot of spaghetti noodles with the wooden spoon.

Not even looking at her, I began to search through the cabinets. "No, thanks."

“Are you okay?” She asked a bit worriedly.

I shook my head. “Yeah. Why?” I asked distractedly as I went to the next cabinet. I knew I had some sort of vodka that I could mix with the juice that I kept in the fridge.

“You’re acting kind of…”

“Weird,” Edward mumbled under his breath. Tanya elbowed him hard in the gut. “I didn’t say she was weird,” he defended himself. “You seem distressed, I mean.”

“I’m just looking for my vodka,” I explained.

“Okay,” she laughed a little nervously. “Um… Why do you need it?”

I stopped and finally looked at them both. She wanted an answer, and I knew I had to give her one. "Uh, I have a date Saturday," I blurted out. That was as good as any reason to be looking for the liquor. It was a lie. It really wasn't a date. I was about to have wild sex, but I couldn't tell them that. Tanya didn't know about my lifestyle, and I would never bring it up. Especially in front of Edward.

“Oh!” My roommate said excitedly, passing her spoon to her boyfriend. “Anyone that I know?” She started to help me look for the bottle. My answer made my search somehow more normal.

“No,” I laughed a little. She knew all of my very few friends.

“How did you meet?” She asked.

“Alice. We’ve been talking online for a couple of weeks now.”

"I didn't even know you were chatting with someone!" She laughed pleasantly, genuinely happy for me. Edward passed her back the spoon and mumbled that he was going to run to the restroom. She ignored him, putting it on the edge of the big pot to continue helping me in my quest. She had moved several cans of tomatoes onto the counter. "What's his name?"

I considered telling her what his real name was, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to share that information with her just yet. So, I decided to use his pseudonym from his private profile. “Whit.”

Finally, I found the big glass bottle of cheap vodka. It had a fine layer of dust on it, especially around the shoulders. The last time that I had any was probably months before. I wasn’t a huge drinker. Tanya began to put the tomatoes away again.

“What does he do?”

Quickly, I washed the bottle. “He works for the FBI.”

“Oh, a cop!”

“A doctor, actually,” I laughed at her excitement, pouring a double shot into the glass before putting it in the freezer to find easier later. I had a feeling that I wasn’t done with it yet. “A doctor cop, even. He’s a psychologist.”

“Oh, double sexy. I can see why you need a drink now.” She nodded her head, tossing her pretty hair over her shoulder. I chuckled, pouring the fruit punch into the cup next. “What are you going to do on your date?”

“I don’t know. He just asked. He had to get back to work,” I explained.

She picked up her spoon, pursing her lips as she thought about her next question. “Hm. Dr. Whit. What’s his last name?”

“Locke.”

She tapped the utensil on the edge of the pot. "Dr. Locke. Hm… Dr. and Mrs. Locke," she sounded out, thinking about it loud.

“No,” I snorted.

She looked offended by my response. “Why not!?”

I rolled my eyes and kind of shook my head. “I’m already nervous. It’s just a first date. Stop it.”

“Yeah. Okay, sorry,” she giggled. “So, is he a cop doctor or doctor cop?”

I stopped, looking at her in confusion. “What’s the difference?”

“Is he a doctor for the cops or-”

“Oh! He’s a doctor who is a cop. He’s a profiler. He’s not a therapist for other agents or whatever.”

Tanya tossed her blond hair again, her lips curving into a smile. “What does he look like?”

Avoiding her eyes, I got a straw to stir my drink. “I don’t know, actually. I haven’t seen any pictures.”

She made a face. “Why not?”

“Because looks don’t matter!” I replied firmly. I couldn’t tell her that I had only seen pictures of his sexy body. I didn’t care what his face looked like, I just wanted to lick his abs.

“Mm,” she hummed. Edward came back into the kitchen, going to his spot behind her as she went to stir their dinner again. “Well, tell me how it goes.”

“I will,” I said too brightly, taking a big gulp of my drink. Edward’s eyes moved over me once, taking in my robe and bare legs before turning his attention back to his girlfriend.

When I got back to my room, I opened up my email to find one from Jasper waiting for me. I swallowed heavily, feeling my cheeks flush.

The list was not the biggest I had ever seen, but it was comprehensive. Almost all of our answers lined up really well. He was more experienced, though. I wanted to try everything that he liked or loved. He was skilled in everything I enjoyed as well. Most of our hard limits were the same, too. We were both voyeurs and exhibitionist who were into giving and receiving pain and pleasure. I was a switch, he was a Dom. We both loved spanking, belts, hair pulling, riding crops, and just about every sexual thing you could do.

I drank the whole glass down in one big slurp after I finished reading. Before I started mine, I got another.

“You must like him,” Tanya teased when I came from the second. She was sprinkling cheese into the now drained pasta. There was some sort of white sauce covering it.

“Yeah,” I laughed nervously.

“That’s nice! You need someone! Maybe we could go on a double date.”

I scoffed. I didn't mean to. It just came out. That sounded like torture. Trying to pretend to be normal for two hours with my crush and my hopefully new fuck buddy. Clearing my throat quickly, I shook my head.

"No. Like I said, first date. Don't make me nervous."

“You have to think positive! You’re a great woman. He’d be lucky to have you. You’re super cool.”

“I agree,” I smirked a little. “That’s why I don’t want to go on a double date, actually. I’m not that much of a dork,” I quipped. Edward snorted, looking away from me. Tanya swatted at him gently. He simply dodged out of his way with a chuckle, taking a sip of his beer.

“Double dates are fun!” She pouted at both of us.

“No, they’re not,” I replied back once I was done making my second drink. I didn’t want to sleep with Tanya, so I didn’t have to agree with her about anything.

It wasn't a hard thing to fill out, just tedious. There were even spots for notes. I wasn't comfortable enough to make all the dirty jokes I wanted to in them. Yet. The one I had sent to Alice years before had been comedy gold.

Then there was the spot for watersports. I made a little face, but he needed to know. "So, sometimes if I'm really excited, I squirt. I try not to if I can help it. It's a mess. I just wanted to give you a warning. Once it starts, it's hard to stop. It's embarrassing. Sorry."

It seemed weird that I had nothing else to add, but that’s all I could of. My face was a violent shade of red the entire time I wrote it out.

When I woke up, there was a message waiting for me. "Thank you for sending me your list so quickly. You didn't have to rush."

“It was easy to fill out,” I answered.

“Do you have any questions about mine?”

“Not really. Seems pretty straightforward. Alice was right when she said we were compatible. You?”

"Yes." There was a slight pause. "Why would you be embarrassed about something you do involuntarily?"

Just thinking about what I had done in the past made my face turn neon pink even though I was totally alone. “I don’t think you understand the mess that I’m talking about.”

“Mm, I think I can imagine it. Does it not feel good?”

I laughed to myself, lying on my side. “It feels amazing, at the time. Then horrendous after. Will it bother you?”

“Not in the least. Can I just tell you how happy I am that you’re not into blood, knives, ponies, puppies, fire, or branding, though?”

I laughed again, biting my lip as I looked down at the screen of my cell phone. “I’m just glad you don’t want to spit on me while choking me out.”

“Yeah, I feel asphyxiation generally ruins the moment.”

It was hard not to giggle. I was smiling like an idiot. “There wasn’t a spot for necrophilia. But, just in case, hard limit all the way around.”

“lol, Same.”

"So, still at the police station?” I asked, hoping his night had gone well.

"Actually on a plane back to Texas. A pit stop in Houston and then I'll be flying in on Saturday morning."

“Oh. That’s a shorter flight at least. I know you’re tired.”

“I am, but I’ll get tomorrow evening off to rest. So…” There was a slight pause. “I’m going to be staying in a hotel in downtown Dallas. Would you like to meet me there on Saturday? Around six?”

“Sure,” I replied instantly, too eagerly.

“I’d like to start as soon as you arrive. There will be no speaking until I tell you to directly, and no eye contact. I’d like to use the standard red/yellow safewords. Stop, slow down. Does this work for you, or would you like to talk before?”

It was thrilling to think about meeting up with this almost complete stranger for sex. It was one of the things on our lists that lined up. I wasn’t exactly overly experienced with the art of picking up, well, anyone, but I certainly liked the idea of it. The very concept of it turned me on. It was one of the reasons I hadn’t asked to see a picture of his face yet. Not knowing made it so much more intense.

“That works for me,” I answered. “Should I wear anything or do my hair a certain way?” I was hungry for his instructions.

“No. It’s completely up to you how you dress. I’m looking forward to seeing what you chose for me, Isabella.”

A little thrill ran up my spine.

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Locke. Chapter One: Mellow Mushroom and a Movie

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"So… Guess what?" Alice said excitedly as I met her for dinner one quiet Thursday night at our favorite pizza place in Deep Ellum. She had already ordered me a tall draft Abita strawberry lager, and it was waiting for me on a little white paper square napkin sprinkled with salt to keep it from sticking to the bottom of the glass. She knew me too well. She had ordered our food, too.

“What?” I asked almost in boredom, pushing my purse to one side of the booth as I slid in.

“I’ve been chatting with FBI guy a lot lately,” she said with a big grin, taking a sip of her own beer. She wiggled her eyebrows at me meaningfully.

FBI guy had been one of Alice’s favorite fantasies for a few years. She met him when she first came onto the BDSM scene and had played with him a few times. It never went anywhere, but she wanted it to. He was, in her words, super hot. I had never seen a picture, though. I wasn’t that interested, to be honest, but it was fun to listen to her talk about him.

“Mm,” I hummed, smiling. That’s all she needed to go on.

"Yeah. He's been looking for someone new to play with when he’s in town, and I mentioned your name."

This made me pay attention. “What?” I said again. This time slowly in surprise.

Alice and I had been friends since college. We realized we were both into the scene while we were sharing a dorm during a drunken night of confessions. We had played together several times before, but we were into incredibly different things, so it wasn’t a regular occurrence. But it was fun to have someone to talk about it with openly. It helped me to become more secure with myself, my body, and my sexuality. I realized that there was nothing wrong with enjoying getting spanked if others did, too.

"I was chatting with him, and well, some of the stuff he's into are things that I know you really like. Like sensory stuff, and belts," she said discreetly, trying to pretend as if she wasn't talking about being blindfolded, gagged, and then beaten in the middle of the Mellow Mushroom.

“I don’t think he’d be interested in me,” I said right away, adjusting uncomfortably in my seat.

“Why?”

I looked down at my size sixteen self then back at her, a size four. Guys who were into her weren’t usually into me. And I was okay with that. Everyone was different with distinct tastes. There was a flavor for everybody.

“He’s seen a picture of you. Lots of them, actually. On Facebook. We’re actually friends on my real one, too. He said that if you wanted to chat, send him a request. If you don’t want to play, at least you’ll have a new friend. He’s a really nice guy,” she encouraged with a smile. I shrugged, biting my lip as I considered it only briefly.

“Who likes to viciously spank tied up women,” I joked a moment before the pizza arrived. We both smiled awkwardly at the waiter. “I don’t know. It’s been so long since I’ve done anything,” I said when he left.

“I wanna play with him again. I kept hinting-”

“Why hint? Why not ask to play?” I questioned, interrupting her. Alice shrugged her delicate shoulders, her tiny nose in the air. She pouted a little, shaking her head.

"If he were interested, I would know. He's not." She wanted him to go after her, and it annoyed her that he didn't.

I shook my head a little. “Wouldn’t it bother you if I played with him?” I mused jokingly. I took a long sip of my beer, playing with the napkin. “I know you have a little crush on him.” I wiggled my eyebrows at her. She snorted, turning a little pink.

“Nah. I’d only be mad if you didn’t tell me about it after,” Alice said then giggled. She sprinkled some cheese onto the thin crispy pepperoni and ham pizza we were sharing. “He’s still one of the best experiences that I’ve ever had. You should at least think about it.”

I just shrugged again, letting the moment pass.

After dinner and an action movie, I went home to the apartment that I shared with my roommate Tanya. We had lived together for a few years, after she answered an ad I put online, and had become real friends. She was funny, bright, outgoing, and very pretty. She was a model, in fact. Her long strawberry blond hair and big blue baby doll eyes drew everyone in. She looked even better in pictures somehow.

As much as I liked my roommate, I was horribly jealous of her. Not because of her appearance, though. I might have been a chubby girl, but I knew I had a pretty face and nice breasts. I loved my look and my curves. The reason I was envious was Doctor Edward Cullen, the man that had his arm draped around her shoulder as she leaned into him on the couch.

He was beautiful, tall with coppery red hair and ivory white skin. He was muscular, every angle sharp to a fine point. There was nothing about Edward that was soft. He was the son of a wealthy plastic surgeon and was well on his way to becoming one himself. They had been dating for a couple of years, and my instant crush on him had only grown since the first time that I met him in my kitchen at two in the morning in his underwear as he was getting a glass of water.

Their eyes flicked towards me, away from the movie they were watching on Netflix. Edward’s went back to the screen after a quarter of a second.

“Hi, Bella,” Tanya beamed at me from her spot beside her boyfriend. “How’s Alice?”

“Good. She sends her love. And leftovers. Pizza, if you want it?” I offered her the box. She shook her head.

“Edward?”

“Hm?” He hummed, taking a sip of his beer. He still wasn’t looking away from the movie.

“Would you like some pizza?” Tanya asked, pointing to the box that I was holding.

He gazed at me and the small brown cardboard container for a second before taking it from my hands. His fingers brushed against mine accidentally. “Um… Yeah. Sure. Thanks, Bella.”

“You’re welcome,” I said lightly, annoyed at how giddy it made me. I didn’t want to be a grown woman with a crush. I was nearly thirty. I was getting too old for that shit. “Enjoy!”

I hurried back to my room, anxious to get away from the couple. Plus, I wanted to get into my pajamas. While I changed, I turned on my laptop. The very first thing that I saw on the screen was a funny BDSM meme Alice had posted to her private Facebook account. We both had them. No one wanted to deal with their parents or employers knowing about their perverted hobbies.

I sighed heavily. It had been ages since I had played with someone, longer since I had dated. It would be nice to have the kind of sex that I enjoyed again. There had been too many things going on in my life to focus on that part, and time just sort of slipped away from me. Between work and family, I wasn’t sure how to even start looking anymore.

“Okay, what’s his name?” I sent Alice the text before I could change my mind.

"Whit Locke on Facebook," she messaged back right away. She sent me a link to his page. There were no pictures of his face, not that I expected there to be. He was in the FBI and probably wanted to keep his job. There were photos of his body though, muscular and firm. His profile picture was of a cropped image of him shirtless and holding a brown leather belt in his strong hands. Alice assured me that was actually him.

Before I could overthink it, I sent him a friend request. There was no harm in that, I figured. I always needed more friends.

“Anything I should know about him?” I asked my best friend.

“Hmm… Well, he travels for work, so he’s not in town a lot. In fact, he lives out of a suitcase. He doesn’t even have an apartment,” she answered quickly.

“That’s got to suck,” I replied.

“He loves it. He says he loves to travel.”

Though we had spoken about him a lot, the details were mostly sexual in nature. I realized that I didn’t really know that much about him. “What does he do for the FBI?”

“He’s a psychologist of some sort. A profiler. He can’t really talk about it, though,” she explained.

I sat on the bed with my phone after getting changed, my Facebook wall still on my computer screen. Whit Locke had accepted my friend request and sent the message, “hi there.”

My heart actually skipped a little beat in surprise. “Hi. I’m Bella, Alice’s friend,” I typed to him quickly, just in case he thought I was some random stranger. My Facebook name was Marie Bell.

“Yes, I know. Hello! How are you?” He responded back promptly.

“Good. Yourself?”

The three little dots showed up instantly to indicate that he was typing. "Tired. I've just gotten off of work, and I'm about to fly home… hopefully. My flight was supposed to leave an hour ago."

"Oh, no! Is it a weather problem or…?" I asked curiously.

"Weather. It's storming in D.C. right now. But it seems to be a nice night there in Dallas," he said very casually. I was chatting with a Dom about the weather, and it felt bizarre.

“It is nice. I was just out with Alice. It was lovely tonight. I love the summer weather, but I’m ready for fall.”

“As am I,” Whit replied. “So, tell me about yourself. What do you do for a living?”

I decided to be sarcastic for the hell of it. I wanted to see how he would answer. “I’m a drug dealer. Is that a problem?”

“You’re joking, right?” He asked instantly, typing very quickly.

“Yeah,” I sent back with an eye roll emoji. “Of course I am.”

"You know… If you had that kind of attitude with me while you were here, I would have already had you over my knee."

Something in my spine actually tingled. I licked the corner of my mouth as I thought about how I wanted to react to him.

“I was actually going to tell you what I did, but I think I’d rather be taken over your knee,” I replied back brassily.

“I actually already know very well what you do, Isabella. I was just trying to get to know you better. See how you answered.”

“Oh, and what do I do?” I asked with a smile.

“Besides being bratty, you mean?” He taunted. Bratty was a good term, and I knew it right away. I was already enjoying this conversation. "You're a writer." There was a pause before he added, "Alice speaks of you often."

“She talks about you a lot as well,” I admitted.

“I enjoy chatting with her. She’s funny and very smart. She always speaks highly of you.”

He was being very formal, but I didn’t hate it. “Same, actually. She says you’re a great guy, but I am kind of a brat, though,” I flirted a little. “I should warn you.”

“I know. I like that.” A shiver actually tickled at the base of my neck, running down my back. It had been so long since I had flirted with anyone, and it was amazing that I still knew how. “So, though your original reply spoke volumes… Tell me more about yourself. How old are you?”

“29. I’ll turn 30 in about a month. You?”

“33. What do you do for fun? Besides the obvious.”

For some reason, I wasn't actually expecting him to ask me that kind of question. I had to think about it for a second. "Well, I may pretend that it's torture, but writing is actually a lot of fun for me. The research, the planning, the organization… which is the boring stuff. I also like to cook and paint. What are your ‘normal' hobbies?"

“I love to draw and read. I actually have a confession to make. I’ve read some of your writing before. I enjoyed it thoroughly. Alice recommended it to me.”

I had dozens of books and short stories online. Everything from children’s books and teen novels to hardcore smut. They were all published under different names. Though I had written a lot, I wasn’t making much money. I was just starting to pull in thirty thousand a year. It was barely enough, but I knew it was still more than the average author.

“Oh, which?” I could only assume.

"Everything under the Marie Bell name," he answered. I wasn't surprised. It was my perverted titles. It was actually where I made most of my money. They were easy to write, though, and I pumped out sometimes hundreds and thousands of words of it a month. "And all of your Isabella Swan, too."

That one shocked me. That was the name I used for my efforts into more serious dramas. There was a murder mystery and a period piece under that moniker as well. They barely sold a thousand copies each.

“All of them?”

The dots popped back up. “I spend a lot of my life waiting. In airports, on planes, trains, and just in general. I have a lot of time to read. And once I find an author that I like, I have to read everything by them. It’s a habit.”

I wasn’t sure what to say. “So, I’m an author you like?”

"One of my favorites now, if I'm honest."

He was very effectively flirting with me. But I wasn’t sure how seriously to take him, so I decided to test him. “What’s your favorite story of mine?”

"The Rabbit in the Snow. The murder mystery under IS. Your attention to detail on the crime scenes was stellar, and I appreciate the realism you used when dealing with the criminal aspect. Also, the twist was beautiful. I didn't catch it until the very end that the doctor was the killer the first time, and when I went back again, it was like reading a whole new story. I read it three times in a row, just to make sure I didn't miss anything."

I was stunned. I wasn’t expecting an answer, let alone a lovely and detailed review of his feelings towards the novel that was actually the favorite of my stories. It took two years to write altogether, the longest I have ever worked on a single project. I finished it while I sat by my father’s deathbed.

“Thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed it! Coming from someone who works with the FBI, I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Very much so. Though, enough of it isn’t quite right to convince me that you’re not a serial killer yourself. Which is good.”

I giggled to myself. “What did I get wrong? Please, I’m always trying to improve. Maybe you can correct all of my mistakes…”

“Oh, and how would you like me to correct them?” He replied.

"However you would like. You're the one with all the experience. With the FBI, I mean."

“Hm, that is true. Perhaps I’ll read your wonderful story for the 4th time and take some notes to give you.”

I bit my lip. “I’d love that.”

We chatted playfully for two hours until his flight was finally called.

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