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Jasper is a Doctor of behavioral psychology that works as a special agent for the NCAVC branch of the FBI. Bella is a self-published author who dabbles in every genre from children's fairy-tales to murder mysteries to adult erotic fiction. They're two very different people living two very different lives with surprisingly a lot in common... especially in the bedroom.

Sometimes, the reality is better than fiction but maybe not all adventures are what we expect them to be. Will they be more than just the key to fulfilling each other’s fantasies? 

Intended for adult audiences only. 18+


Warning: This story contains Graphic sexual content,  themes of bdsm, and violence. Reader discretion is Advised. 


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9/28/2019

Locke. Chapter sixteen: In the middle of the night

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Chapter sixteen: In the middle of the night


For the next week, I tried to avoid both Tanya and Edward as much as possible. When I saw my roommate, it wasn't awkward at least. She was her usual cheerful self. I just needed some space. Honestly, I didn't even want to think about the next time that I saw Edward. My face turned red every time that I imagined it.  

One Monday night less than two weeks later, I went to the kitchen in just my tank top and panties. It was late, and I wasn't even sure anyone else was home with me. I had been listening to music, and I couldn't really hear when they came and went. If they were around, I figured they would be asleep anyway. I had spent all day writing, and I was too tired to really care.  

“Well, hello there,” Edward said softly so as not to scare me. I glanced up from the fridge where I was pulling out the bottle of fruit punch.

“Hi,” I replied quietly as I got a glass from the cabinet. I tried not to meet his eyes. 

“I’d like to apologize if I made you uncomfortable the other day. It wasn’t my intention,” he stated very softly, leaning against the doorway. He took up most of it so that I couldn’t walk past him even if I wanted to. 

I shook my head and swallowed, pouring myself a drink to buy myself time. “You didn’t. It’s nothing against you. I just respect Tanya too much to hurt our relationship.”

“I can understand that, but as you can see, it doesn’t bother her in the least.”

“No. Surprisingly,” I mumbled as I took a sip of ruby red juice. Then I put the carton back in the refrigerator, just trying not to look at his handsome face. I felt like my heart was beating a million miles an hour while his eyes burned my skin. 

He cleared his throat awkwardly. "You know, I got to look at your checklist before I knew it was you. And I have to say, you and I could have some real fun if you were willing," he offered in a charming and casual tone. Edward took a step towards me, and I took one back. "I had no idea. I wish I had known." 

“What? Why? I’m not sure-”

“Sure of what, Bella?” He cut me off, taking another step forward. 

I looked up at him, swallowing slowly. "That I'm exactly what you're looking for." 

“Sometimes the things we actually need aren’t the things we were looking for in the first place.” His fingers skimmed my cheek, bringing my chin up to look at him. “The things I could do to your body. I would make you feel like you never have before.”

I pulled back slowly, pressing my ass against the counter. It felt as if he towered over me. “Edward,” I whimpered his name. It was really hard to find my voice. I felt so exposed to him. Nothing else came out. 

“What’s the matter? What’s stopping you, hm? It’s not Tanya. Do you not like me, Bella? Are you not attracted to me?” He was smirking, forcing me to look into his eyes. 

“It’s not that,” I responded, trembling. I couldn’t look into them. They were too green and too focused on me. My eyes concentrated instead on his perfect lips as they curved into a crooked smile.  

He brought them to my ear, turning my head to the side slightly. “Then what’s stopping you?”

My mouth opened and closed several times. “I would have to talk to Jasper first.”

Edward pursed his lips then nodded his head. “That’s understandable. Talk to your boyfriend and-”

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Your Master, then.”

I laughed nervously. “He’s not that either. He’s just my friend.”

“If he’s just that, why do you need to speak to him first?” Edward asked curiously as he moved his thumb under my chin. It felt as if he was going to pull me into a kiss at any moment. My heartbeat tripled. Faster, faster, faster. Blood rushed through my ears.  

“Because I respect him and the time we have together,” I said as confidently as I could. It was the only thing I knew for sure at that moment.  

He licked his bottom lip. Smiling, he looked me over again, almost hungrily. Edward finally let go of my chin. "I understand, I suppose. You've always been a sweet girl. Honestly, you should hear the way he talks about you, though." 

“What does he say?” I asked quietly. 

He brought his lips up to my ear again and whispered, “that he’s never seen a slut so ready for it.” Then he kissed my cheek, letting them linger. “Talk to him and let me know.”

There he left me, dazed. Since I already had the juice, I got the vodka from the freezer and added a massive shot.  

The next day for the first time in ages, I went to dinner with Alice. We decided on Mexican, going to a nicer place for margaritas. She loved them. My friend arrived first, getting an appetizer to share and a beer for me. 

“Edward is… really?” She questioned in shock as soon as I sat down. “Really?”

I shrugged, taking a big drink. “Yeah. Apparently really extreme, too,” I mumbled before taking another sip of my beer. Just thinking about it again made me need a shot.  

“That’s so hot,” she uttered, biting her bottom lip. “You totally have to play with him.”

“No!” I retorted in shock. 

“Why not?”

I flushed as I thought about it. “Because it’s Edward.”
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“That’s why you should!” She made a face like I was being stupid. “You’ve wanted him for fucking ages,” Alice continued. I whined quietly at her words but didn’t say anything. “Don’t deny it!” 

I cover my forehead with my palm, roughly pushing my hair out of my eyes. “I’m not. Fuck. But I can’t.”

“But Tanya is-”

“But what if she isn't and I lose a friend and a roommate?” I asked in a quick whisper. 

She sighed, considering it for a moment before shrugging. “We’ll get a place together,” Alice offered. “I don’t think it will be a problem. Huh, I wonder if Edward would want to play with me.”

“You don’t even like him.”

“And it makes me even more curious. It would probably be phenomenal,” she countered thoughtfully, biting her bottom lip again as her mind began to wander. “I really think you should do it. You’re into him.”

“No. I’m not even going to talk to Jasper about it,” I mumbled. “I’m his.”

"Oh," she laughed, then nodded her head. "Okay. Got it. I see. Why not just say you're dating Jasper? I think that's a good enough excuse, especially since it's a newer relationship." 

I shook my head, taking another sip before I reached for a chip. "Because I'm not dating him. He's here twice a month, maybe. He's made it pretty clear that we're just friends, and he's fantastic when we're together, but that it's. It's not going to go anywhere else." 

“Why not?”

"He's not here enough! I may not have the highest self-esteem, but I know what I deserve. And it's more than two evenings a month. And we've not even gone out anywhere together. If we've eaten out, it's at the hotel or drive-thru. It's not like he wants to be seen in public with me," I hissed the last three words.  

“Aw, don’t say that!” She pouted. “I’m sure that’s not true.” 

I ate another chip, avoiding her eyes. “Yeah, okay. I’m not stupid. It’s fine. I get more than I ever expected from him.” I shook my head. “You better not say anything to him.” She clicked her tongue, annoyed with me. “Just don’t. I’m happy with how things are.”

“Jasper is crazy about you!”

I laughed and repeated, “okay.”

“No, no, no.” She shook her head, frowning at me. “He is. He talks about you all the time.”

“And he tells Edward that I’m just an eager slut,” I whispered. 

"That's kind of hot," she breathed, taking a big gulp of lime margaritas on the rocks. "I'm sure that's not the only thing he told Edward. And context is everything. Man, the things he's said to me is steamy enough, and he's barely revealed anything at all. You've told me way more than him." 

“What has he mentioned to you?” I asked in curiosity. 

Alice cocked her head to the side as she considered what she wanted to tell me. “He always going on about when you bring him food. He really, really, really liked it when you served him dinner. He said it was the best scene that he’s ever done. And it was even better because it was impromptu.”

I took another long drink as I remembered it, dipping another chip in salsa after. “That’s going to be a hard night to top,” I sighed, smiling at her. “Next time that I have a little warning, I’m going to make another meal. Something good for sharing. I need him to give me a list of his favorite foods. He loved my meatloaf.”

“He’d love whatever you brought him because it’s you,” she remarked with a smirk. 

“I don’t know about that,” I answered. “I want everything to be perfect, even if it’s for a few minutes. I just want him to forget while he’s here. About death and murder, blood. Everything that’s hard in his life. I just want to make him feel good.”

Alice cocked her head to the side again as she looked me over, crossing her arms over her chest. “Have you told him how you feel about him?”

I ate another chip. “What do you mean?”

“You… I mean, girl. You obviously- Come on now.”

I laughed at her stuttering. “What do you want me to say? I like him. A lot. He’s fantastic. He’s the best. You’ve been with him! You understand!”

Alice snorted. “Okay, so I want to bang him. But Bella,” she laughed, reaching for my hand. “You’ve got it so bad for him.”

“Do you blame me?”

“Not at all, but you should tell him.”

I scoffed. “I think he knows.”

“If he did, I think you’d be his girlfriend and not just his friend,” Alice said with a little smirk. I just shook my head. “I don’t think you know what you’re talking about.”

“Whatever,” I mumbled when the nacho tray finally got the table. “I’m ready to order.” 

Just as I was getting home that evening, Jasper sent me a text. I sat in my old beat-up red truck in the parking lot to quickly read it. “Are you busy?”

“No,” I responded straight away. 

My phone rang in my hand as I unlocked the door. I answered before I opened it, trying not to smile to myself but failing. I wasn't expecting a call, but I was still excited about it. "Hi. Are you okay?" 

“Yeah. I just didn’t feel like texting,” Jasper replied, his voice soft. I smiled again to myself, instantly relieved, as I walked into the apartment. “How are you?”

“I’m good. I just went out with Alice for dinner,” I explained. Edward and Tanya were sitting on the couch, watching television. They both looked over at me. I didn’t even stop to talk to them. I just put the leftovers on the coffee table if they wanted them. “You wouldn’t believe how productive I’ve been today. I’ve written a chapter and a half.” I kind of half-heartedly waved. 

“Of the cop one?” He inquired excitedly. 

“Mmhmm,” I murmured, going into my room and shutting the door behind me.

“Little girl, stop teasing and give it to me already.”

“It’s not ready yet!” I laughed, sitting on the edge of my bed so I could kick off my slip-on shoes. “I can’t give it to you until I’m done. It has to be perfect.”

He whined playfully. “No, it doesn’t! I just want to see what you have. It doesn’t have to be flawless. I know it’s a work in progress. Maybe I can help.”

I clicked my tongue. “Oh, my god. Are you that desperate for new reading material?”

"Uh, yeah. I am actually." 

Another laugh fell from my lips, my cheeks filling with blood. I closed my eyes for a second. "My smut is one thing, but this has to be better," I maintained, flopping back onto my mattress.  

“Your smut is amazing and gets me off every time,” he deliciously purred. I giggled softly as I felt my skin flush hotter. “I’ve read it all a disgusting number of times. But now I think about you when I do. You getting bent over the bed and getting spanked like that. Me fucking you like that.”

“Any particular one?”

He hummed for just a second. “All of them.”

I giggled again. “I think we both might be in the right headspace again.” 

“I know that I am.”

Biting my lip, I closed my eyes as I tried to imagine him being in the room with me. “What would you like to do next time we play?” 

Jasper hummed again. “I’ve been thinking about using a riding crop on you. I want to tie your arms and legs to a bed. Maybe face down. That would be a perfect time to play with your ass since I haven’t yet. I need to correct that.”

“Oh, god,” I sighed. “Yes, you do.”

"I have so many things that I want to do to you. So many scenes I want to try. I've been thinking about forced orgasms, too. What it would be like to gag you and spend an evening trying to give you as many as possible. I'd have to tie you down good for that, and you’d have to bring all your toys," he explained in a thick voice. "You're so responsive, and I love to make you cum." 

“Wow,” I breathed, my stomach tightening with his words. 

“What would you like to do?”

I giggled softly. “I don’t even know where to start. You have no idea how many fantasies I have about you.” 

“Mm, why don’t you write me a story, Isabella?”

“What kind of story?”

Jasper chuckled softly. "I think you know what kind I want, darlin. I want you to write about your ideal evening with me. I think I'll give you a little homework to keep you busy until the next time that I visit." 

"When will you be in town again?" I asked eagerly. 
 
“I’m not sure. So you should hurry. It could be a week or a month.”

“Yes, sir,” I simpered as my mind whirled with possibilities. 

“Good girl. Maybe I’ll have you sit on my lap and read it to me. And I-” He grumbled at something that I couldn’t hear before clearing his throat. “Just a second!” He shouted before saying more softly, “my partner is knocking on the door. I need to go. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Okay. Have a good day,” I said sincerely. “Be careful.”

He chuckled again. “I always sincerely try, darlin. Sleep well.”

I didn’t. I stayed up all night writing the scene that he wanted. But then I didn't stop at one. I wrote two with him in charge, one in public and one in private, and then I also wrote a scene where I was the Domme, and he was my submissive for the evening. I knew it would never happen, but it gave me chills to even consider it. He didn't say that I had to write only one. I knew if they weren't perfect, they were at least written, and I knew I could fine-tune them until he arrived.  

The next morning, I got an alert that another body was found. This one had been dead for at least a year, somewhere outside of Schenectady, New York. She was identified as a missing girl from New York City who was only fourteen. They thought the victim count was now somewhere around twenty in the last three years in New York State alone. There was a quote from Special Agent Dr. Jasper Hale in the local newspaper notification from Albany that was sent to my phone. It was, "I'm not sure what drives this savage monster to do what he does, but we won't stop until we get justice for these poor little girls."  

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9/26/2019

Locke. Chapter Fifteen: On the couch

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Chapter Fifteen: On the Couch


I was having the loveliest dream. I was in my room, and I was half on top of my very sexy FBI agent on my tiny bed. He was holding me tightly, our legs intertwined, as we dozed. One of his big hands rested on my hip, holding me in place against him. His other hand was resting on his chest, laying on his heart. But then my stomach began to vibrate.  

“What the fuck?” I heard Jasper mumble grumpily. I rolled over slightly in confusion, looking down at my bare skin while my fingers automatically dragging over it. Then I realized it was his phone, ringing in his pocket. Sleepily, he brought it up to his ear, his other arm pulling me back towards him with his hand on my ass. “Hale.”

I looked at the clock that I had on my dresser. It was just after four in the afternoon. I should have started dinner hours before. Rubbing my eyes, I tried to get the sleep out of them, but it was so hard.  

“There was another body found in Greene County, just south of Catskill,” a gruff voice said with no introduction whatsoever on the other side. It was so loud that I could hear every word. “It’s been there a while, though. Longer than the others, but it’s definitely him. It throws off our timeline. I’m going to need you-”

Patting my ass gently while he spoke, he was obviously already annoyed. I could feel it in his stiffening body. “With all due respect, sir, I’m on paid leave right now.”

“Well, have you cooled off?” The male voice questioned seriously. 

Jasper made a face. “Yes, sir, but-”

He interrupted him. “Then I need you up here as soon as possible. You can take a flight out tonight-”

“Sir, I can’t,” he replied firmly. “I can’t leave tonight.”

There was a second of silence. “Why not?”

“For multiple reasons. But, foremost, I have plans tonight that I will not break. I can leave tomorrow morning and fly out after ten.”

"Fine," the man grumbled. "What plans do you have?" He asked, curious and annoyed, wanting to know why he was told no. I had a feeling that it didn't happen that often.  

“I’m not sure if that is any of your business, but I’m going to eat meatloaf and watch Netflix while I do laundry. I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said briskly before hanging up the phone. “Dammit,” he rasped in irritation. 

I sat up a little bit very quickly, looking at him in surprise. “Are you going to get in trouble?”

He made another face, his lips pursing in disbelief as he rolled his eyes hard. “Oh? What are they going to do? Fire me? Oh, no… a real fucking vacation,” Jasper exclaimed as sardonically as possible. His hand on my ass patted me again comfortingly. “I couldn’t even get five days off after knocking a guy’s front tooth out. It’s fine, darlin.”

“You knocked his tooth out?!” I confirmed in shock, just blurting it out. 

“He hit me first!” He pointed at his now yellowing eye. “I just made sure I hit him last.”

"Jasper!" I rubbed my cheek, sitting up a little more. "What would you do if you did got fired?" I very seriously asked.  

“They won’t fire me. Seriously. And I could get a job in a hot second with the Dallas Police. Or the State police. The DA’s office. Hell, I’ve gotten calls from the Texas Rangers before.”

“Okay, Chuck Norris,” I teased lightly. 

He laughed a little, putting one of his arms behind his head. “That’s even if I wanted to stay in Texas.”

I bit my lip. “Where would you move?”

“Wherever I found the best job. But that isn’t going to happen so you shouldn’t worry about it. Where would you want to move to if you could go anywhere?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t have any family anywhere. Both my parents are dead, and I wasn’t close to my step-father. Alice is the only person I care about besides you. Tanya. I don’t have any siblings.”

He nodded his head, thinking about my answer. "My family is here. My mother and father. I have a sister. She's married, and I'm friends with my brother in law. I don't see them enough, but I've always felt like the odd one out. They love me, of course, and I love them. It's just uncomfortable. I'm not sure they even notice." 

“When my mom died when I was a teen, it was so awkward when I went to live with my Dad. We loved each other, but we didn’t know one another. I had only stayed with him a couple of weeks at a time a year before that, maybe. My parents divorced when I was a baby.”

"Your father was the police chief in a town in Washington?" He inquired curiously. We had somewhat talked about it before but only in passing. Discussing my family made me unhappy, and I think he knew that. I nodded my head in response. "How old were you when you moved in with him?" 

“Sixteen.”

“Did you like Washington?” I shook my head. “Why?”

"It rained too much, and I missed the heat. I used to live in Phoenix. I like Dallas better, though. It's a good mix of both."  

He bit his lip for a moment, considering his words. “How old were you when your father died? It wasn’t that long ago, right?”

“He died right before my twenty-eighth birthday of cancer. Charlie was a big drinker. Liver and then it spread to his stomach. The last year was the worst. I spent most of it with him, just watching him waste away. He was in a coma the last month of his life,” I overshared. 

"That's around the time you wrote ‘The Rabbit in the Snow,’" Jasper commented very softly. It really was his favorite book, and I was starting to feel like he knew more about it than me. I nodded my head slowly. "The surgeon was the killer in the story. Do you blame doctors for your father's death?" 

I glanced down at him. “My, that’s a jump.”

He shrugged, unmoved by sarcasm. “Am I wrong?”

“No,” I admitted. “They did a lot of unnecessary surgeries that didn’t help. He suffered a lot the last few months because-” I shrugged. “Do no harm is just a suggestion, I guess.” I bit my lip once more, looking away from him. 

Jasper decided to change the subject a little. "I hope I really do get to read this next cop story that you're writing. It's going to be so good. I want you to know that I've bought a proper copy of your wonderful book. It's only one of four that I currently own. And I bought one for my mother, and she loved it, too." 

I laughed a little in surprise. “You bought it for your mom?”

He nodded and smiled. “For her birthday.” He pulled me towards him, leaning up the rest of the way to kiss my blushing cheeks. “She adores it so much that she bought every one of your other books. Under Isabella Swan. She’s where I get my love of reading from.” 

“Really?” He nodded again, kissing my ear. 

His big hand slid over my throat, gently squeezing it. Jasper’s breath flowed over my neck pleasantly. "I mean it when I say that you're going to sell a billion books. I should get you to sign my copy." I laughed loudly at his words, but he continued. "It'll be worth something someday." 

I shook my head just a little, his hand holding my chin in place. “You’d have the only signed copy in existence.”

“Well, I know what you’re doing as soon as we get back to the hotel tonight,” he said with a smile, pulling me towards his lips for a kiss. “If you still wanna stay the night.”
“I do.”

He kissed me for several moments, gentle and sweet. “Damn. I was really looking forward to having more time with you,” Jasper mumbled, his other hand gripping my ass tighter. 

“I feel bad that we haven’t played.” 

“Don’t be. Sometimes real life gets in the way. I’ve still enjoyed the time we've spent together. More than you’ll know. I feel more human than I have in a while.”

Pushing myself up all the way again out of his grip, I moved my hair out of my eyes. "Here. Let me put your clothes in the dryer. I need to start the food. It's going to be kind of late. I shouldn't have fallen asleep. I'm sorry." 

“I’m not in a rush. We have all night,” he replied as he sat up, too. “I can do that. You don’t have to do the clothes.”

"I don't mind," I answered as I stood. Then I started towards my dresser, but he grabbed my arm.  

“Please, don’t change.”

I laughed a little. “Do you really like it that much?” 

“Yeah,” Jasper admitted with a smirk. “I really want to draw you like this.” I scoffed. “What? I do. I was kind of hoping you’d let me take a picture so that I don’t have to do it from memory.”

I realized he was being serious. Thinking about it for a moment, I smiled to myself. “Okay, but once I get dinner started. It takes forever in the oven.”

“Thank you.”

“Mm,” I hummed as I walked towards the kitchen. He got up to follow. “Gonna draw more pictures of my ass?”

“For sure. But I actually have another pose in mind. My sexy little model,” he teased, pressing a kiss to my cheek and going to the laundry closet. “Go start dinner.” 

I started pulling out all the supplies that I needed for the meatloaf. He put Tanya's clothes on the table, starting his own. Jasper skillfully folded them, watching me as I chopped onions and mushrooms. They sizzled in a saute pan while I began to destroy some french bread, shredding it into little pieces. There were already two different kinds of meat in a big bowl with seasoning and a single egg on top. I had also put panko crumbs in it.  

“What can I do to help?” He asked when he was done. 

I stirred the cooking onions, caramelizing them until they were a deep brown. Then I added the mushrooms. “Oh, I got it.”

“I’m not terrible in the kitchen, you know.”

“When was the last time you were in one that wasn’t a crime scene?” I questioned, glancing over my shoulder. 

He barked out a little laugh before putting his hands on his hips. “You know, you didn’t have to call me out that hard, darlin,” he teased, making me giggle. “You could have just said, ‘I don’t believe you. You’re definitely lying’. It would have been nicer.”

“I don’t know if you’re definitely lying,” I clarified sarcastically as I put the cooked vegetables into the big mixing bowl. “I mean, you’re lying, but to what degree?”

He began to chuckle, walking up behind me while I had my hands in the messy mixture, combining it with my fingers. Beside me on the counter was the cookie jar filled with all of the wooden spoons that I used for cooking. He selected one with a thick handle and a broad flat spoon on the end. Jasper twirled it between his fingers. 

“I’m sure that I’m good at something in the kitchen,” he spoke in my ear, running the spoon over the back of my thigh. 

“Mm, probably making a mess.” 

The spoon connected with my cheek. My hands stilled, leaning against the counter as I closed my eyes for a moment. “Keep working, Isabella,” Jasper commanded in a playful voice as he traced the edge of the little shorts.

Biting my lip, I kept stirring until it all came together. He struck me again, making me rock in place. I giggled. “Okay. Hand me that baking dish on the counter behind us,” I instructed him, trying to hide my smirk. 

Jasper leaned over and put it beside us. I pointed to the cooking spray, then the ceramic casserole dish. He understood what I wanted, spraying it for me. I formed the meat mixture into a loaf in the oversized pan. There was a bowl of prepared tomato sauce waiting to be used beside it.  

“Pour that over,” I told him next, going to the sink to wash my hands. He did what I ordered carefully. When my hands were clean, I got another spoon to spread it evenly before putting it in the oven. I started the timer on my phone, going back to the sink to wash the spoon. 

"So, I was thinking about it, Isabella. I don't think I'd like to wait to punish you for your attitude in the car earlier. I don't know when I'm going to be back in town, and I don't want it to linger." 

Grinning to myself before trying to look more serious, I replied, “if that’s what you wish, sir.”

“It is what I wish,” he answered a bit sarcastically, dragging the spoon over the back of my thighs again. “Put your hands on the counter.”

Smirking, I put both of my palms on the countertop with my legs shoulder-width apart. “Like this?” I looked back, wiggling my ass a little bit. I liked being playful like this.

The spoon struck me hard on the fleshiest part of my cheek before dragging towards the center. “You know, this attitude problem of yours is going to get you in so much trouble, little girl.” Then he hit me again. And again. Again. Again. I moaned softly, my back arching. “How many should I give you? Hm? I don’t like it when you argue with me.”

“Yes, you do.”

Again. Again. Again. “Not about this, Isabella.” Again. “You will not argue with me about money. Nor will you put yourself down around me again.” Again. Again. Again. “You will not refer to yourself as stupid or a slut again.” Again. “The only one who is allowed you to call you one is me. Because you are my slut.” Again. Again.

“Oh, fuck,” I whimpered, throwing my head back.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes.” Again. Again. “Yes, sir.” 

“I want to make sure you don’t forget.” He lifted the leg of the shorts over my cheek, pulling my panties up with it. The spoon connected with my bare skin, making me call out. “Who do you belong to?”

“You.”

Again. “That’s right.” Again. “Are you going to argue with me again?”

“Yes,” I laughed. He snorted, putting his hand on my back as he started to hit me harder and faster. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I laughed harder as he continued. 

“I don’t think you’re learning your lesson. Do I need to get my belt out?” He threatened. 

“Yes, sir,” I giggled happily. But then the front door opened. I instantly stood up and turned so that my back was pressed against Jasper’s chest to hide my red-spotted thighs. He tossed the spoon into the sink, pulling me close. His erection stabbed me in the ass. 

Tanya came rushing in. “Oh, my god! You even folded them!”

“Jasper did that, actually,” I replied almost breathlessly. 

“Thank you!” She beamed at him. “You’re a good one. Quiet, hot, and you fold clothes,” she continued to talk to herself as she took her laundry with her into her bedroom. 

I laughed a little bit to myself, looking up at him. “We have about an hour to kill. Do you want to watch some television?” 

“Sounds good,” he murmured, his hand going to my ass to give it a good squeeze. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I moaned softly. 

I took his hand and led him to the couch on wobbly legs. The remote was on the table, so I got it before I sat beside him. When I turned it on, I handed it to Jasper before reaching for the blanket on the back of the sofa to cover my legs.  

He brought me in close, moving the quilt so that it was covering both of us. One of his arms wrapped around my back while he quickly went scrolling through the menu. Selecting some mindless movie before placing the remote on the table once more, I realized instantly what he had planned. 

His hand slid into the back of my shorts and began to knead my tender ass roughly. I was practically squirming underneath him, trying desperately to look like I was watching television whenever Tanya came hurrying through the room as she got ready for Edward. Then his fingers slipped between my legs from behind. I could see him smirk to himself when he felt the wetness there.  

“Okay, I’m going to get out of your hair now. Thank you for the laundry. Have a good night!” She called, hurrying out the door. 

As soon as she was, I straddled his waist and attacked his mouth. Both of his hands went aggressively to my ass, sliding underneath my panties to grab me tightly. My hands went to his neck, holding his mouth to mine. 

With one hand in my hair, he pulled back so that he could use his teeth to lift my shirt. Holding my head at an angle so that my chest was sticking out towards him, he brought my breast to his mouth. Then his hand on my ass went between my legs, curling inside of me.  

When I couldn’t take it anymore, I pulled away to kiss his lips again. He moaned against my mouth at my aggressiveness, his hand dragging down my back. 

And then the front door swung open, scaring the hell out of me. Jasper grabbed me, pulling me to his chest in surprise. 

"Oh, shit! Sorry! Sorry! I forgot something!" Tanya said in a rush. She shielded her eyes playfully as she ran to her bedroom. She couldn't see anything, my shirt had already fallen back down into place, but it didn't help my blushing. I hid my face in his neck, unable to move because of his grip on me. I could feel him begin to shake with quiet laughter. 

“Okay, for real bye this time,” she grinned, waving playfully. She wiggled her eyebrows at me when Jasper couldn’t see.  

“Get out and stay out!” I pointed at the door, trying not to laugh. 

“Have fun!” 

When she closed the door, he pulled off my shirt. I giggled, “Jasper!” 
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"I am fucking you on this couch whether she comes back or not," he laughed in return. "At this point, she should know better. So if she comes back, she's either a real ditz or wants to watch." 

“I hope you brought condoms,” I answered as I stood up and pulled off my shorts and panties at the same time. 

He smirked a little bit, pulling a couple of silver squares out of the pocket of his blue jeans. "I kind of figured this is where it would go naturally," he remarked impishly, pulling me back down onto his lap. He was still fully dressed while I was nude.   

Somehow, I didn’t burn the meatloaf. 

It was close to eleven when we got back to his hotel room with his clean clothes. I gathered what few things that I had left there and put them into a bag to take with me in the morning before he left. We were going to get up at six, get ready, have breakfast, and then he was going to drop me off before he went to the airport. 

As I watched him pack his freshly washed suits and shirts into his worn black luggage, I already missed him.        

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9/24/2019

Locke. Chapter Fourteen: In the right headspace

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Chapter Fourteen: In the Right Headspace


We carried in the groceries together. As I put them where they needed to go, he brought in his laundry. It was in a mesh bag half-filled. He didn't have much in the way of clothing and almost everything else he sent off to be dry cleaned through the hotel. I took them from him and went to the washing machine in the closet by the kitchen. Tanya had some of her clothes in the washer, but mine was in the dryer.  

I pulled the clean ones out and began to take them to the table. He followed behind with the rest. His big arms could hold much more than mine could.

“Thank you,” I smiled.

“Of course,” he remarked in return politely.  

I put Tanya's stuff in the dryer with a couple of fresh-smelling dryer sheets after cleaning the lint trap. I went through every possible step to make sure his clothes smelled as good and were as clean as could be. Jasper kept himself busy by folding mine into neat piles. When I was almost done, he lifted a tiny bright red crop top that tied in a bow at the bottom that I only wore to bed.  

He looked it over hard. “Is this your roommate’s?”

Glancing over at what he had in his hands, I said, "no. Why?"  

He licked the corner of his lips. “Mmm, I want to see you in this and just panties sometime soon.”

"No knee socks?" Jasper slowly blinked at me, still holding the top, as if he was processing the idea. I came to stand in the doorway. Smirking to myself, I crossed my arms over my chest. "Actually, those have little matching shorts that go with it, too. They're just my pajamas." 

“Shit. I should have let you bring them,” he murmured to himself. I laughed and picked up the clothes from the piles to take into my room. They easily fit in my drawers. I kept the pajama set out, both dark red, and grabbed some white knee socks from the top of my dresser. Jasper had followed behind, watching me curiously from the open door. 

I threw off my dress quickly, tossing off my bra and turning around so he couldn’t see my breasts while I did it. Wriggling the shorts up over my thighs, they barely covered my cheeks. The shirt tied neatly in a bow under my breasts, pushing them up a little. Bending over to put on my socks, I wiggled my ass a little to give him a good view.  

“Is this what you wanted to see?” I questioned. I pulled my hair over my shoulder as I looked back at him. He walked up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist so that his hands dragged over my bare skin. “I think it makes me look pudgy,” I confessed with a little giggle.  

“I think you have a cute tummy,” he said in a quiet whisper that almost didn’t match him. I giggled again softly, smiling as I brought my hand behind me to run it over his cheek. He kissed my neck several times, hiding his blushing face. I could feel the heat. “You’re turning me into a softie.”

"I think you were one to begin with, but you just don't get to let it out very often." 

He shook his head. "You know, I didn't even really ask, and you changed into something that you thought would make me happy," he mumbled against my skin.  

“And it was obviously a good idea,” I grinned, bumping my ass back against him. His hand moved up my stomach to my breast, squeezing it through my shirt. “Gotta make up for being a brat in the car somehow.”

Jasper chuckled darkly. “Oh, don’t think that I’ll forget about that little scene just because you show off your cute tits. Your ass is going to pay for that later,” he warned me as he set his chin on my shoulder.

"I hope-" I stopped when I heard the front door open. I turned to look at Jasper, my eyes wide with anxiety. I bit my lip and walked to my doorway, which was still open. Popping my head out, I saw Tanya coming into the living room. She was still fully dolled up, not having washed off her makeup yet from whatever she was doing. "Hey." 

“Hey there!”

“I need you to know that nothing happened last night,” I stated quickly. 

“Oh,” Tanya laughed genuinely. “I know. Edward told me. He said your boyfriend threw him out.” She sat her purse down on the coffee table. 

My eyes went wide, and I shook my head swiftly. "He's not my boyfriend," I whispered very softly.  

“What is he then?” Tanya questioned in puzzlement. 

“My friend,” I breathed, flushing bright red. He had made it quite clear in the morning that I was just his friend and submissive. And I was okay with that because it was more than I ever expected to get in the first place. “Look, it’s not really like that and-”

She made an annoyed face. “He doesn’t seem like just your-”

“He’s here,” I mouthed. Her eyes got wider with surprise. I cleared my throat and shook my head as I looked down. “Look, I want to apologize-”

“What? Why?” She asked, laughing again. “For what, Bella?”

Swallowing slowly, I looked down at my feet again. "Because I made everything awkward. And I should have called you again last night, but I chickened out. Edward is probably mad at me. I shrieked at him practically." 

Tanya snorted. “He’s not at all. He thought you were too cute angry and all protective, actually. Edward was really disappointed. He was looking forward to it before he knew it was you and once he found out it was, he got…” She sort of a dirtily laughed. 

“What?”

“Super excited.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “By the way, I reaped the benefits of that frustration. So thanks for that.”

“Oh, my god,” I laughed, covering my face with both of my hands. “T.”

She giggled. “I’m sorry that you were embarrassed. It’s okay, though. It would have been totally fine if you had gone through with it,” she promised sincerely.

I shook my head quickly. “No. I couldn’t endanger our friendship like that.”

“Aw! Honey!” She walked to my room, pulling me into a tight hug. “I love you. That’s so sweet. But no, seriously. It’s okay. I don’t care. I’m kind of bummed. I wanted to gossip about it.” I pulled back to look at her with a shocked expression. “What?”

“I have no words. Why are you so cool with this?”

She waffled her head from one side to the other. “Okay, so see this from my point of view. Normally, I don’t know who Edward is off doing his weird kinky shit with, which has its pluses and minuses. But if it’s you, it’s perfect for everyone all around. You both get to have fun, I get to know the other woman isn’t a man stealing hoe bag, and we’re both in the same apartment. So, handy for him.”

I threw my head back in laughter. "Oh, no. That's- Tanya. You're… You know what? I love you, too. I do. And I thought I was the fucking weirdo here." 

“Oh, Bella… I have bite marks on my ass right now,” she declared very seriously. Jasper quietly laughed behind us, quickly covering his mouth and clearing his throat. 

“Sorry, it’s just the way you said it,” he breathed, sitting on the bed. 

“You’re not into BDSM, though?” I asked, shaking my head a little. 

Tanya scrunched up her nose then shook her head so that her pretty strawberry blond hair fell over her shoulder. “Um, not like he wants. Like, the nibbling is fun. I really like that. But I don’t want to go as far as he wants. And no one is tying me up and hitting me with anything.” 

“Oh,” I stammered softly. “Understandable.” 

She patted my back gently with a sweet sort of smile. "You should think about it. The sex is great," she admitted, though I knew that well enough from all the other times she gossiped about it. I looked away with a blush, shaking my head with a little laugh. "You know, my poor baby pouted about it all night. He was so disappointed. He was hoping once you spoke to me that you'd calm down, but-" She shrugged.  

“Please,” I smirked. 

She brought her lips to my ear so that Jasper couldn't hear her. "He's been kind of into you for the last couple of months." I pulled back once again to look at her with a raised eyebrow. I shook my head quickly, but she just nodded. Tanya brought her mouth close again. "Ever since he saw you in that robe." I made a face, but she nodded again. 

“Oh, is that why you keep grabbing me around him?!” I questioned in shock. She kind of shrugged, smirking. I covered my face with both of my hands again and laughed. “I’m so blind.”

“It’s not like we’ve ever talked about our sex lives in detail,” Tanya offered evenly. “That’s why I thought you were so innocent!”

“Why are you okay with this?”

She scrunched up her pretty face for just a second. “Because I want to be Mrs. Cullen one day. Edward isn’t going to marry some woman who keeps him locked down. It’s okay for him to wander as long he comes back to me. He’s proven so far to be good with his… leash, so to speak. So, he gets to keep his hobby while getting a trophy wife that he can take home to mommy and I’ll eventually get a big house and a little dog in a ten thousand dollar purse.”

“For money?” I sighed. “You put up with it for money?”

"Oh! No! Not just money! I adore Edward to pieces. He's smart, good looking, charming. I'm not that shallow. I do care for him. I realize that he's kind of a douche sometimes, but…" She trailed off, smiling. "He does love me. I love how protective of me he is. And he's a gentleman. But if he's getting something out of the deal, I should too. I'm not stupid." 

“Do you see other people?” I asked curiously. 

She shook her head. “Nah. One man is enough work for me.” I laughed and sighed at her answer. “I could if I wanted to, but I don’t really want to. Hm, I feel like we’ve learned a lot about each other in the past day,” my roommate continued thoughtfully. 

“Me too,” I snorted. 

Tanya leaned down to whisper again. "What happened after? Edward said you freaked out and tried to leave without your shoes. Then your man grabbed him, shoved him out the door, and slammed it in his face. Which, I'm sorry, I wish I could have watched, because it sounds hilarious." 

"Oh, god. It was terrible. I've never been so angry before. I thought I was going to punch him out when I saw him, and then I just panicked. Nothing happened, really. Jasper and I just talked, and then we had a few drinks. And we ordered dinner. We actually went to bed fairly early," I explained.  

“So, um… Am I interrupting something now?” She took a step back to access my outfit, smiling brightly. “Because… Hey…” She commented in a funny voice. 

I instantly shook my head as I turned neon red. “I was just trying to be cute.” 

“You succeeded.” She poked my stomach and whispered playfully, “belly button.”

“Oh, my god,” I repeated as I slapped her hand away and laughed. 

Tanya grinned brightly, getting an idea. “You need some pigtails!”

“Okay, you can get out now,” I said as I shoved her out of my room. It just made her giggle. 

“I’m sorry,” she laughed, not at all apologetic. “I need to go anyway. I was just coming home to put my clothes in the dryer because I forgot to last night and I need something from it later. We’re on lunch.”

"I already did. They're probably halfway done by now." 

She put her hands on her heart like she was relieved. "Oh, bless you! Thanks!" She gave me a quick hug. "Alright. I'm going to run then. I'll be back later to change, but I'll be out of the house for the rest of the night after. I'm staying at Edward's." 

“Okay. Have a good day.”

“You too!” She smiled. “Nice to see you again, Jasper. We’ll have to actually talk soon since you knew my weirdo in college.”

He kind of awkwardly waved to her, ducking his head. I watched as she left, almost forgetting her purse before going back for it with a giggle. She blew me a kiss and went trotting out the door in her high heels. 

I turn to Jasper. We both made our eyes wide. 

“I like your roommate. She seems genuinely nice,” he offered after a moment of silence. 

“She is,” I agreed. 

"What are you going to do?" Jasper inquired curiously.  

I cocked my head to the side in confusion. “What do you mean?”

"Well, you said yourself that you had a crush on him. She just gave you permission to explore all of your fantasies with him, basically. He's not exactly what you're into, but he would respect your checklist." I began to laugh, making him stop. "What?" 

“Yeah, I’m not going to endanger-”

Jasper interrupted me, lifting his hand. "I'm going to pull out my expert card and say Tanya doesn't have a problem with it at all, but you're obviously very uncomfortable with it." 

I couldn’t look at him, my face burning. “If I did it with the feelings that I have for him, I wouldn’t be a good friend to Tanya. Even if she thinks she’s okay with it.”

“And what sort of feeling do you have for him?” He questioned slowly.

Shrugging my shoulders, I hugged my stomach with one of my arms before I brought my thumb up to chew on my nail. “I’m attracted to him. Obviously.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s a positive in the situation that she’s suggesting.”

I shook my head again. “Jasper, you know what I mean. Ugh, I don’t want to talk about this anymore. Please? It’s not going to come up again. Tomorrow everyone will probably pretend it didn’t happen and that’ll be fine. I can act as if I didn’t go and out myself embarrassingly as a stupid slut. And they can continue to suck face constantly, and in two weeks he’ll forget I exist again.”

“You are not stupid or a slut,” he breathed. 

I looked down at myself, lifting my arms. “I think that might be debatable.”

"You are fully dressed and fucking adorable," Jasper growled. "And I may call you a whore and a slut, but I don't actually think you are either of those things or even close. And you know that. So you will not talk down about yourself. Not in front of me." 

“So, get off when you’re called that but don’t call yourself one?” I pondered sarcastically. 

“No! You said that you ‘embarrassingly’ outed yourself. Wording means everything in my business, darlin. I listen to how people talk because it’s almost as important as what comes out of their mouths. You’re ashamed to enjoy what you do. You think it makes you less than for some reason that I don’t understand.”

“Well, obviously, I have self-esteem issues,” I mumbled indignantly. “Don’t act like you don’t understand why. We’re both smarter than that.”

He huffed. “I don’t know where they come from, though.”

“Oh, gosh,” I snapped. “Let's see… my quote-unquote real books have barely sold. I can’t get a publisher to look at me. So I make most of my money off my unfulfilled fantasies because… no one wants me in real life either.” I shrugged angrily. “I haven’t been on a real date since probably… Oh, college? Maybe? No one has even asked. Why would they? And the men who are willing to spend time with me, just want me for sex. Even then, it’s been years before you. And let’s be honest, I’m not getting prettier, or thinner, or younger.”

“Do you think that I just want you for sex?” He asked quietly, a little hurt by my words. 

I looked away in discomfort and hugged my waist again. "No. But you did in the beginning." 

He stood up and walked towards me, taking my forearms. “No. Look at me. Don’t do this to yourself. You are beyond talented. You are my favorite author, honestly. You are so young and gifted. It’ll happen. I promise. You’ll get published, sell a billion books, and people will want to be the next Isabella Swan. And then men will line up at your door to be your slave.”

I snorted. “If that happened, it would just be because I’d have money.”

“Some of them would want that, maybe,” he agreed. “The stupid ones. The smart ones will see how lovely and talented you are.” I shook my head quickly. “Dammit, don’t argue with me about this.”

I didn’t know what to say to him. He was so encouraging and kind. “You’re sweet. I’m really lucky that I found you,” I smiled at him awkwardly before looking away. All I wanted to do was have this conversation end. 

“Come here,” he mumbled, pulling me to his chest and squeezing me tightly to him. “Where’s my confident girl gone?” He whispered into my hair. 

“She got kicked in the face by reality and decided to sit out a few rounds.” 

Jasper laid his cheek on the top of my head, sighing quietly. “See, this is part of the reason that I didn’t want to play tonight. I don’t think either one of us would be in the right headspace.”

"You're probably right," I agreed. I tried to pull away from him, but he wouldn't let me. "I should change." 

“You don’t have to do that,” he said as he hugged me tighter. 

I laughed humorlessly. “I look-” 

“Beautiful,” he cut me off. “Bella… why don’t we lay down for a minute, huh? Just cuddle for a bit? I think we both need it right now.”

Shaking my head, I muttered into his chest, “I should probably put your clothes in the dryer and start the meatloaf. It takes a while.”

He pulled me towards the bed. "Just for a little bit. We can do all of that in a few minutes," he promised encouragingly. Jasper kicked off his boots and sat on the edge of my little mattress again. "Please?" 

I slowly nodded, and he pulled me so that I was practically laying on top of him on my tiny twin bed. Burying my face in his chest again, I breathed his scent in deeply. Both of his big arms went around me, holding me tightly. Somehow, I fell asleep like that.    


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9/21/2019

Locke. Chapter Thirteen: In the Car

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Chapter Thirteen: In the Car



I woke up lying on my side in only a naturally lit room. The curtains were open just a little, the light flowing in sheets over me. I was wearing Jasper's gray t-shirt, which was stretched tight over my breasts. The blanket was just barely covering my legs, my feet exposed to the cold of the air conditioner. Sitting up beside me was Jasper. I was facing him, my nose only a few inches from his thigh.  

Slowly, I let my fingers slide onto his leg. His hair was thin and wispy, almost white blond. Leaning forward, I dragged my cheek over it sleepily as I snuggled into it. He chuckled softly as he petted my hair gently away from my face. 

When I looked up, I realized that he was holding a small leather book in his hand and had a pen behind his ear. Perched on his nose was a pair of thin silver glasses. He was looking down at me, a slight smile on his pretty lips. 

“And you wear glasses? Look, you can only get so hot,” I mumbled drowsily, stretching a little to pop my back.

He chuckled again. “Only for reading and drawing.”

“Even hotter somehow.” I bit my lip, smiling up at him. “Can I see what you’re working on?” I asked curiously. He blushed a little, nodding. I sat up beside him, in the crook of his arm.  

Jasper was drawing me. My face in sleep, my hand curled by my mouth with my hair falling over my cheek. The page before it was covered in my lips, over and over again in different positions. I knew they were mine because of the little scar I had in the corner that I got when I fell and bit the bottom one as a kid. Some of them even had the freckles that dotted around my chin. 

My heart started to beat a little faster. “Jasper,” I whispered. “You’re so talented.”

He flushed a little brighter, the color filling his cheeks and nose. “Thank you.”

“May I look?” I questioned, pointing to the other pages. Slowly, he licked his bottom lip and handed it to me. He almost seemed nervous to do so.  

The small leather-bound book was maybe fifty pages, half already filled, front and back, with his pen and pencil drawings. I went to the front to start from the beginning. It was the picture he had taken of his belt on the rumpled sheets, but carefully hand-drawn. The next was of a woman in a wrap dress with the face left vague of features. Beside it was a detailed close-up study of my face, smiling and my eyes downcast, my hair in a braid over my shoulder. When I turned to the following one, my heart began to go even faster. It was me in the tight pencil skirt from behind, bent over. A still-life of the cookies in with tin took up two full sheets of the thick paper after. Then there was a cartoon of a woman sitting at a 1950's style vanity, powdering her face with sugar. I giggled softly, biting my lip.  

The next couple was me in the mini dress, peering down shyly. The table in it was set perfectly with the meal that I made for him, the bottle of half-full lemonade set in the center. Then there was his current profile picture. He also recreated the image where he was holding me as I kissed him on the cheek in the nude. There was a close-up of him gripping my ass, too. I recognized my freckles.  

The whole book was a lovely little picture diary of our time together. I drew him to me for a kiss.  

“Am I creepy?” He asked worriedly when I pulled away.

"Not at all. Someone else’s creepy is another person's romantic," I smirked playfully, making him laugh lightly and look away from me. "I think it's sweet. You're so gifted. I love them so much. I kind of want to color them in, though," I giggled. "You need to make some sketches on watercolor paper for me, and I'll paint them for you." 

“I’d like that. I love how colorful your art is.” He took the book from me and put it to the side with his pen before tugging me into a deep kiss. We sunk into the mattress, lying comfortably in each other’s arms as we made out. Jasper twisted his legs into mine so that our feet were touching. 

“What should we do today?” He wondered softly after a moment of silence. 

“I want to cook for you still. I need to pick up some supplies, though,” I replied thoughtfully. 

“We can go to the grocery store,” he offered right away as his fingers trailed up my back over his t-shirt that I was wearing. 

“We can just order it and pick it up,” I countered. “It’ll be easier that way. We can just get it on the way to the apartment. What would you like me to cook for you?” 

Jasper began to shake his head. “You know, you really don’t have to-”

“I want to,” I smiled, running my fingers over his jaw. His skin was rough, his five o’clock shadow coming in very light brown. “Anything you’re craving?”

He didn’t have to think about it. “Comfort food.”

Nodding my head, I took his glasses off and put them on my nose before rolling over on my side to pick up my phone from the nightstand. I didn’t have any messages or missed calls. Jasper rolled over with me, putting his arm around my waist. I brought up the grocery app that I regularly used. 

“Let’s see. Chicken, beef, pork?” I wiggled against him as I thought about all the options.

He hummed quietly for a moment. “Beef.”

Biting my lip, I began to list the best options I could think up. "Mmm… steak, roast, hamburgers, beef stew, chili, meatloaf-" 

“Meatloaf?” He said against my shoulder, kissing it lightly afterward. “I love meatloaf.”

"Me too. I do mine with a mix of beef and pork actually, with lots of mushrooms. And a honey tomato gravy. It's different," I explained. "It was my grandma's recipe, and I just improved it."  

His hand on my waist slid to my stomach and squeezed it gently. “Sounds good to me. I love trying new things.”

“So, you need mashed potatoes, obviously, with meatloaf. There is just no other way.” I felt him smile against my skin. “Salad. Mmm… What kind of vegetables?” I thought out loud. “Green beans, corn, peas, glazed carrots…?

“Green beans?” 

I nodded in response, leaning back to kiss his cheek. I brought my hand to his, and he wove his fingers with mine. "What do you want for dessert?" 

“You’re cooking so much already.” I glanced behind me, making a face. Jasper just shrugged. “We could just pick up a cake or something.”

“Gonna eat it off of me?” I asked seductively, giving my hips a good swirl against him. Wiggling his eyebrows, Jasper nodded as he smirked. “Okay, that works for me.” He chuckled quietly in response. “Do you want to play tonight?”

For a moment, he couldn’t meet my eyes. Instead, he leaned forward to kiss my shoulder again. Then Jasper licked his lips slowly before shaking his head. “No. Is that okay?”

“Of course.” I squeezed his hand comfortingly. 

He leaned his face against my shoulder blade before he began to speak. “It’s just been a wild week and-”

I laughed lightly. "You don't have to explain. It's okay." I wasn't surprised. I couldn't imagine how tired he was. This was his first vacation in ages, and it had been dramatic as hell already. 

“I just don’t want you to think that I’m turning you down or anything. I’m just not sure that I’m up to it,” he began to elaborate quickly. The thought never crossed my mind, especially since his erection was half-hard against my ass and he kept kissing me. 

“Would you like me to give you some alone time?” I offered gently. 

“Please, god, no,” he mumbled instantly. His long fingers dragged from my stomach to my hip, squeezing it absently. “I don’t want to be alone. I just don’t think I can do it tonight. Do you need a break from me?”

I pushed him onto his back, straddling his waist. His glasses slid down my nose, perching at the end. "I already agreed to be your teddy bear for the week, and I take that job very seriously." 

"Oh, do you?" He smirked, taking my hands so that we were palm to palm. I wiggled my ass, making him groan softly as his hips bucked up towards me. He stiffened a little more between my thighs. 

I nodded my head, batting my eyes at him innocently. “It’s my duty as your submissive to fulfill whatever needs you may have, in whatever way you may need me to,” I replied very coolly. “Whether it’s sex or food. Snuggles. Or just Netflix and chilling on my sofa.”

He pursed his lips, nodding a little bit before he said, “oh, you really do wanna bang on that couch.”

“Yes! Yes, I do,” I laughed. “I never have. But we can actually just relax and cuddle.”

He chuckled. “Why don’t we see where things go naturally?” 

I looked down at his fully hard erection that was trying desperately to pop its way free from his boxers. Swirling my hips again, Jasper bit his bottom lip before his eyes rolled back into his head. 

“I can already see where this morning is going naturally,” I teased. He chuckled again, bringing one of my hands to his mouth to kiss. He spread them from my knuckles to my palm before kissing my fingertips. Then Jasper began to suck on one of them very gently. I rocked against him involuntarily. He laughed softly once more at my reaction, pressing my palm to his cheek. My fingers cupped his jaw as I smiled down at him. 

“Bella, I want to thank you for being such a good friend to me,” he began suddenly. “Talking to you these past few months have been some of the-” he stopped and sighed, pushing his mouth to my palm to kiss it again. He let it linger there for a long moment. “Thank you for caring for me. And thank you for your submission. You’re the best sub that I’ve ever had.”

“Jasper,” I gasped softly. “You’re the best.” I quickly leaned forward for a kiss.

He pulled me tightly to him, putting his hands on my shoulder blades. “Are you really going to let me have you for the next two days?”

I nodded my head briskly, kissing him again. He pulled off the shirt that I was wearing, throwing it to the floor. “Is there anything you need to do?”

He shook his head. "I'm ignoring my family for right now. I can't handle my mama's response to a black eye or my father's to a fight. I should do some laundry, though, but-" Jasper shrugged.  

“You can do it at the apartment,” I offered. “I’ll wash them for you.”

“I didn’t know you were into that kind of scene,” he teased. 

I giggled as I settled against his bare chest. His hands smoothed over my shoulders down to my ass. "I'm only into the domestic stuff for you. You spoil me so good. I want to make sure you're as happy as possible all the time so that you're feeling generous." 

“Oh, so it’s all for selfish reasons.”

“Yup.”

He laughed, making me giggle again softly. “How do I spoil you?”

"Besides all these lovely dinners and drinks you've been plying me with? Or all the orgasms?" He chuckled quietly. It was a charming sound, warm, and happy. "We don't get a lot of time, so every minute with you feels... extraordinary. And you make me feel special. I don't know." I shook my head in embarrassing, blushing a little.  

“You are. You’re very special,” Jasper whispered, kissing my lips softly as one of his hands gripped my ass. 

“You just like my butt,” I countered gently. 

"No! I like your tits too," he smirked before pulling me up to kiss my chest swiftly. Spreading them all over me roughly with his prickly face, he made me dissolve into laughter as I became ticklish. He rolled us over, taking my hands, and pushing them over my head. "And your exquisitely thick thighs." He spread my legs using his knees. "Your gorgeous face. Your sweet lips," he whispered as he pecked at them. "Your stunning wit. Your kind heart." Leaning down, he kissed my chest, where it pounded heavily for him. "Your generous soul." He began to kiss down my stomach. Jasper started to remove my panties, sliding them down my hips. "Your delicious pussy." 

I laughed loudly despite myself, and he chuckled softly before pressing a kiss there. Then another, another, and another. My fingers tangled with his curls, my legs spreading wider for him. 
We didn’t get out of bed for another two hours. We showered together after I ordered the groceries. He bought us some coffee on the way to the store with some muffins. It was a perfect fall morning, just before noon.

When we picked up the food, he tried to give me cash for the groceries after we put them in the car. Jasper didn’t like the fact that I had already paid for it with my card on the app. He thought he would take care of the tab once we got there.

“No,” I said, shaking my head quickly as I put on my seat belt. 

“Yes,” he replied evenly. 

I laughed at his bluntness. “No! You’ve bought everything else.”

Jasper shook his head at my answer, displeased with it. "You're making this for me, and it's my job to take care of you. Buying your meals is a part of that." 

“Oh, it’s your job,” I laughed again. He was being so serious. 

“It is,” he responded sternly before shoving the neatly folded cash down the front of my shirt into my bra at a stop sign before we left the parking lot. 

“You had to make that as dirty as possible,” I giggled, pulling the money out and putting it in his jean’s pocket as he was driving. He sort of growled and shifted in his seat. He was torn between liking my hand in his pants and pissed that I was arguing with him. His annoyance was winning out, though. 

"Little girl, you better get that back out and put it where it was," he threatened in a dangerously low tone.  

My brain went, ‘hehe yayyyy, this will be fun!' 

"Or what?" I countered with a big shit-eating grin that I could not control. I sounded like a child, and I couldn't have cared less.  

“Just because we ain’t playing tonight doesn’t mean that I won’t take you over my knee,” he answered steadily with his eyes on the road as he went towards my apartment. 

I laughed defiantly then pushed the money into his pocket even deeper with two fingers, wiggling them to make a point. I saw his jaw flex. 

“I swear that I will spank your ass twice for every dollar,” Jasper vowed ominously. 

"Make it three, and we have a deal," I declared playfully, leaning over while he was at a stoplight to nibble on his ear for a moment. My fingers danced over the inside of his knee.   

“Four and I’ll teach you a fucking lesson.” I could hear his knuckles creaking around the steering wheel as the light turned green. Sliding one of my hands over his thigh, I found him hard and waiting for me.

I pretended to do the math. “Are we rounding up the change? It was thirty-two something. So, let’s just round that up to thirty-three. Times four. Do you think your hand can handle it?”

His mouth was a little tight, his fluid blue eyes on the pavement ahead of him. I was getting to Jasper, and I was enjoying it way too much. "Do you really think I'm just going to use my hand?" 

“I hope not,” I purred. 

He menacingly chuckled. “Not even your ass can handle that, Isabella. Get the money and save yourself.” 

I pouted for a moment. Pulling it back out, he smiled a little bit to himself in victory. I placed the twenty and the five back in my bra before putting the ten in his pant's pocket. Then I leaned over to kiss his cheek.  

Jasper nodded his head slowly in understanding. “Do you think you can handle forty? Are you sure that you don’t want to switch that out for the five, at least, if you’re going to be brave?” I shook my head in response, kissing his neck again slowly. I was smiling. “Isabella, do not make me hurt you tonight,” he said in a whisper that was all business. 

“Ugh, fine.”

Sighing to myself, I reached into his pocket. “Good girl,” he murmured. 

“I just want to buy you dinner,” I pouted again, sticking out my bottom lip. “I want to take care of you.”  

“It’s enough that you’re cooking it.”

“No, it’s not,” I whined. 

We pulled up to my apartment, and he killed the engine. Jasper took my chin in his hand, looking deeply into my eyes. His thumb dragged over my bottom lip. "You will let me take care of you." 
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“You do. But you have to let me take care of you, too.”

“You already give me too much.” I shook my head at his words. “You don’t get to decide that, Isabella. I do. And you upset me when you argue with me like this.”

“Why?”

“You’ve already said you were poor-”

I laughed. “I was joking.”

“No, you weren’t,” he quietly asserted. I looked at him sharply. “Look, I know how much you make in a year and-”

“How do you know that?” I asked before looking away. “Nevermind, that’s stupid. You work for the FBI. You did a background check on me, didn’t you?” 

“Yes,” he stated slowly. I would have done one on him if I could, so I wasn’t mad. 

"I'm not that poor!" I argued. "I'm doing pretty well for a self-published author. I'm not uncomfortable. I have a nice apartment in a nice area, and I have a decent amount in savings and-" 

Jasper quickly shook his head, his cheeks a little red with frustration. “Bella, I make close to six times what-”

“Wow! Really? I didn’t think cops-” I interrupted in surprise, saying it way too loudly. 

He rolled his eyes, interjecting again. "Darlin, I'm a doctor who does nothing but travel. Trust me. I get paid. Plus, I don't have a house or a car to spend it on. So, you will let me take care of you." 

"I don't want a sugar daddy," I laughed almost a little angrily. He sighed and rolled his eyes again.  

"I'm not trying to pay your bills unless you need help, which you don't. I know that. But you should know the offer is there if you need it," he said very quickly, smirking at me. "Why are you so feisty today?" 

“Today?” I smiled at his attitude, scooting closer to him as I put my arms around his neck. “You like it when I’m stubborn.” 

Jasper grumbled quietly as I began to kiss his ear. “Not like this. It makes me feel guilty. I’m already keeping you from working,” he muttered, his fingers going up my back. 

“You know, I work all the time too. I just do it from my bed. Don’t worry about it,” I assured him, speaking against his cheek. “Besides, I’m working on my hot cop story in my head as we speak.”

“Well… in that case… Why don’t you tell me about it inside?” He nodded his head towards my apartment. “We should get this food in.”  

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Locke. Chapter Twelve: In The Hall

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Chapter Twelve: In The Hall 


I jumped to my feet, my eyes wide with surprise as I stared at Edward. He was dressed very well in black slacks and a midnight blue button-down, his hair slicked back as if he was going on a hot date and not coming to watch a girl get her ass beat for fun. The two handsome men looked at me in utter shock.  

“What the hell are you doing here?” I snapped in surprise, pointing a sharp finger at his chest as I stalked towards him. 

“Bella?” Edward said astonishment, his eyes getting wider. “Well, obviously I’m here for the same reason you are,” he answered calmly. 

His zen offended me. “And does your girlfriend know where you are?” I snarled viciously. All 5 '4 of me was going to stand up to all of six-foot-something of him if I had to. “Does she know what you’re doing right now?”

"Yes! She does actually," he replied quickly, backing up a couple of steps. He had never seen me like this before, and he was literally taken aback.  

“I highly doubt that!”

“That- That is totally understandable,” Edward started slowly as if he was trying to placate me. That wasn’t going to happen. “But-”

“What the hell is going on?” Jasper demanded. He looked between us, his hands balled up into fists at his side. 

“Dr. Bitey!” I proclaimed loudly, shoving a finger in the direction of his nose as I looked at the blond beside us. I could have punched Edward for even considering cheating on my friend. I was livid and ready for a fight. 

Understanding danced across Jasper’s features. “This is your roommate’s boyfriend?” He pointed his thumb at his friend, shocked. “This is the guy you-” 

“Yes!” I nearly shouted, not wanting him to finish the stupid sentence. I certainly didn’t have any positive feelings for him anymore. “I’m calling Tanya!”

“Yes!” Edward agreed swiftly, bringing his hands up. “Yes, please do. Please call her and ask you whatever you wish. I swear she knows. Do whatever you need to do.”

I stomped over to my purse, getting my phone quickly. My hands were trembling as I dialed. It felt as if my heart was going to pump out of my chest to the point that it made my ribs hurt, and I was sick to my stomach. 

“Hey!” Tanya answered on the second ring.

“Hi,” I replied shakily in a rush. 

“Is everything okay?” 

I shook my head so violently that my hair flung around me. “Um, no. Do you know where your boyfriend is right now?”

She kind of laughed, confused by my abrupt question. Tanya couldn’t understand why I was so serious. I hated everything that was about to happen. I just knew I was about to break her heart. “Yeah. He’s hanging out with an old college buddy. Why?”

I took a deep breath. “Because I’m standing right in front of him.”

There were several beats of silence, and then I heard a sound of understanding. "I didn't know you were kinky!" She exclaimed in amused surprise.  

I turned around, not able to look at either man. Both of their eyes were on my back, and I could feel them burning through my dress. “So… you know?” I questioned slowly. “You know what we were supposed to be doing tonight? I had no idea it was him, I swear.”

"Oh yeah. Edward has always been very open about his tastes. I'm not into it, so he gets his itch scratched elsewhere. I don't care. It's kinda funny that it's you this time." She actually giggled. I went to sit at the end of the bed, my head in my hand. "I thought you were so innocent. Small world, huh?"  

“Tiny,” I reiterated in a high pitched voice, stress coloring my tone. “You’re really okay with him doing this?" I wasn't sure if she even understood what we were doing besides ‘kinky.' I wasn't even certain that I could explain it to her over the phone at that moment.  

“Yup,” she began with no hesitation whatsoever. “He’s done it since the very beginning. As I said, he’s always been very honest about it. Gosh, how awkward is it in that room right now?”

“So. Fucking. Awkward,” I moaned, rubbing my forehead. 

She genuinely laughed. “Well, don’t worry. He’s not in trouble. At least I know that you’ve always got my back. Thanks for checking in first!”

“Yeah,” I sighed. “I… I need to go.”

My roommate giggled again, knowingly. "Okay! Well, you two have fun tonight!" She responded in a chipper voice before hanging up. I pulled the phone away from my ear, staring at the blank black screen for a long second. 

“See,” Edward smirked, waving a hand at me. “I told you.” I looked at him slowly, his expression slightly amused. I still wanted to punch him for some reason. I had never seen someone so hittable. 

I sat my phone in my lap, looking down at my feet as I tried to calm down. With both of my hands, I rubbed my temples. My brain was in a million wild places. I didn’t know what to do or say. 

“Bella, I had no idea,” Jasper began quickly. 

“I know,” I whispered, flushed with embarrassment. I could feel the sweat starting to form at my temple.

“So, what are we doing?” Edward asked with both hands in his pockets. I looked up at him again, confused by his words. “I mean, it’s fine with Tanya…” He trailed off, looking at his college friend before glancing back to me, then shrugged. My expression must have been appalled. “What?”

“What do you mean, what? I was expecting to show off a little in front of a stranger that I’d probably never see again if it didn’t work out and have some naughty fun. Not you!”

“Well, we can still have fun,” he grinned at me. His eyes moved from the tips of my toes to the top of my head, checking me out. Then he peered at Jasper with an eyebrow raised. “I certainly wouldn’t mind.”

Jasper was just… flabbergasted. I wasn’t sure what another word there was for it. He looked between him and me, his mouth open a little and his eyes wide still. He slowly shook his head, snapping out of it. He cleared his throat roughly. 

“I don’t know. I… Uh… I guess, it’s up to Bella,” he replied, gazing at me for just a moment before his eyes darted away. 

I looked between them, swallowing back my nervous stomach. I wasn’t sure how Jasper felt by his expression. Did he want to still? It seemed blank. I was too stressed to focus my thoughts.  

“What do you say, Bella?” Edward asked in his most charming tones. It was how he spoke to his girlfriend. “Would you like to show off for me?”

My startling beautiful long-time crush was asking me to play with him. It was a day of fantasies coming true. I didn’t like this one like I thought I would, though.  

“No…” I answered without a second thought. “No. I couldn’t do that. I… I-I I need to go,” I stuttered, my panic rising in my throat suddenly. Bolting from the bed, I rushed to grab my purse and went barrelling towards the door. 

"Bella!" Jasper shouted after me, but I didn't turn around to look at him. My mind was set on the elevators. It chanted ‘escape, escape, escape' at me. "Bella, wait!" He called after me loudly. I was almost there when he snapped, "Isabella!"  

The use of my full name caught my attention, making me automatically turn to look at him. He was coming down the hall towards me. Edward was halfway leaned out the doorway to watch our dramatic scene. “At least get your shoes, darlin.”

I looked down at my feet. I hadn't even realized that I was barefoot. I nodded my head quickly, ducking my head as I rushed back towards the room. He followed behind. I hurried past Edward, who was still standing inside with his hands in his pockets.  

“You know what? You leave.” Jasper grabbed him by the arm and shoved him out roughly before slamming the door in his face. I turned just in time to see his shocked expression for a quarter of a second. “I never liked him that much, anyway,” he mumbled to himself, locking the door before turning to me. “Bella, I am so sorry! I didn’t know. Please.” He caught my arm, stopping me from getting my shoes. 

“You didn’t do anything wrong!” I said immediately. He had to know that I wasn’t upset with him. “We didn’t know. No one knew.”

“Then why are you running away?” He asked in a worried tone. 

“I-I…” I started softly. “I don’t know. I just panicked.”

“I can see that,” he remarked, stroking my cheek tenderly. “This was a mistake. I shouldn’t have agreed. I am so sorry,” he repeated. 

"No! It wasn't. If he had been anyone else, it would have been fine. I do want to play with you with other people. That's not the problem. I'm so embarrassed." I tried to look away, but he held my chin.  

“Why?” He bent down some so that our heads were even. “You did nothing wrong. We didn’t do anything.”

"I know," I answered, unable to hold his gaze. For a reason that I couldn't explain, I felt as if I was going to cry. My emotions were getting the better of me, and I was overwhelmed.   

Jasper brought both of his soft hands to my cheeks, his thumbs skimming over my temples lightly. “I don’t know what to do or say. Please. Please tell me what I should say so that you don’t leave,” he begged. I looked into his deep blue eyes finally, flushing from head to toe again. They were so intense. 

“Tell me to stay,” I whispered. 

“I can’t do that. I’m not going to order you to do anything right now.” He shook his head quickly, swallowing. I watched as his Adam's apple bobbed, his jaw too tight.  

For the first time ever, Jasper appeared frightened. I hated it. 

“Just tell me that you want me to stay.” 

“I want you to stay.” He pulled me into his arms, smashing me to him. I pressed my face into his chest, wanting him to squeeze me tighter. “Of course, I do.”

“Maybe we should have tried playing with Alice first,” I mumbled into his pec after a few minutes. I felt him chuckle softly. Slowly, I looked up at him. “Well, that didn’t go as planned.”

“I think that might be an understatement.”

“How am I going to look at Tanya tomorrow?” I asked anxiously. 

He quickly shook his head. “Bella, we didn’t- And- She- She… seemed fine with it. I don’t know. I hate that I’ve put you in an awkward position,” he said in embarrassment. 

“No. You didn’t. I put myself in it. It’s always a risk when you have a lifestyle like ours. I just had no idea. Ugh,” I sighed. “It’s not like I asked for real names. I was the one willing to do it in the first place.” I put my hand on my aching forehead. “Fuck. Poor Edward.” 

“Why poor him?” He pulled back to look at me, his mouth an angry straight line. 

I laughed mirthlessly. “He was expecting a fun evening. Instead, he gets yelled at by his girlfriend’s tubby ass roommate-”

“Don’t insult yourself right now, Isabella,” Jasper cut me off. 

I wanted to pull away from him, but his grip was too tight. "I'm not! Trust me, I'm not the kind of girl he wanted to be here anyway." 

"Please! Did he see how you looked at you?" He snapped, almost indignantly. I shook my head. Jasper put his hands on my shoulders. "I did. He wanted you." 

“No, he didn’t,” I whispered. “It doesn’t matter anyway.”  

"Y-you had feelings for him?" He inquired in a tiny voice. I pushed away from him finally, and his arms dropped to his sides. I wrapped mine around my waist as I looked away from him.  

“Yeah. I guess it makes more sense now.”

“I guess so,” he breathed. 

“You said he was into pain and blood?” I asked, thinking about the conversation we were having the night before. “Uh, he’s a plastic surgeon! Seriously?”

“Would you rather him be a serial killer?” Jasper challenged gravely. I shook my head a little. He put his hands in his pockets, looking down bashfully before shrugging. “They say if you love your job, you will never work a day in your life…”

I laughed, covering my mouth. “Ew.” 

“By the way, you have no idea how accurate Dr. Bitey is. You called it, darlin,” he continued. He snapped his teeth to make a point. 

"You should seriously see what he does to Tanya. She's covered in makeup most of the time. Or turtle necks,” I informed him with a sigh. "You have never marked me up that much, and they're doing vanilla stuff."  

It was his turn to laugh. “Maybe she’s not as vanilla as you think.”

“Mm, maybe,” I snorted. I glanced up at him slowly. “What do we do now?”

"Well," Jasper started cautiously, rocking on his heels. "There is a rooftop bar. Would you like to put on some shoes and go get drunk with me?" He charmingly asked. I nodded my head immediately. "Good because I need a fucking drink."    


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Locke. Chapter Eleven: In my room

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Chapter Eleven: In my room 


I slept in Jasper’s shirt and my panties. He was snuggled up behind me, just in his boxers. His long legs were twisted into mine, his warm hands on my thighs. It felt so good to wake up like this. It happened so rarely. I enjoyed his heat, his softness. Every part of him was pressed against me. I snuggled into him as deeply as I could. He shifted a little, running his fingers over my hips to my stomach. 

“Is there any way that I could persuade you to stay every night so I can wake up like this for the next three days?” He mumbled sleepily before stretching behind me, making all of his muscles pop. 

“Mm, I’d love to. I like being your teddy bear,” I hummed softly. 

“You don’t have anything to do this week?” He questioned in surprise. 

I looked over my shoulder at him. “I’m a writer. I work when inspiration strikes. And sometimes I really need it to strike me,” I suggestively said as I wiggled my ass against him. He swatted me a couple of times playfully. 

“Am I going to be in your next book, Ms. Swan?” Jasper asked in curiosity. I giggled evilly in response. “Oh, I see,” he drew out amusingly. 

"Don't worry! I've given you a different name. Super hot Dr. James who works for the police. I mean, there are some differences, but yeah, I'm totally writing a story with you in it," I continued to giggle. 

“Oh, so you’re penning a sordid tale about a sexy FBI agent who fucks like a machine and-” I began to laugh harder. “You’re wounding my pride, Isabella,” he deadpanned as his arm tightened around my waist.  

“They haven’t fucked yet. He’s just met the writer, I mean, the reporter in it,” I explained. 

"Are they?" He asked against my ear, kissing the back of it lightly. Gently pulling my hair away from my neck, he dragged his nose over it tenderly. Goosebumps began to form on my skin.   

I bit my lip, leaning my head to the side as I closed my eyes. “For sure. But not yet, though. I’m actually trying to build a plotline into their boning.”

It was his turn to bark out a laugh before he caught himself. He tried to make his voice more serious after clearing his throat. “Tell me about this plot. Maybe I can help you with it.”

I wiggled against him, his morning erection pressing against my thighs. “My own personal FBI consultant. That’s so handy.”

“Yeah, but it’ll cost you, though. I’m a busy man, Isabella,” he said in an earnest tone. It just made me smile. 

Rolling over to look at him, I pretended to pout for a moment. “Well, I’m poor. So, I don’t know how much cash I can offer you,” I began as innocently as possible as I batted my eyelashes at him. “What I can offer you is multiple home-cooked meals, fresh at my apartment this week,” I suggested seductively. “Use of my body in any way you please. And-”

“That’s enough,” he stopped me before pulling me into a kiss. I smile again against his mouth. 

“Good, because that was pretty much it anyway.” He chuckled, kissing me again and then again, more deeply. When we pulled apart, I rested my head on his pec. “I need to go to my apartment before your friend comes by.”

“Okay. Whenever you want to go, I’ll drive you,” he offered, smiling sweetly as he brushed my hair behind my ear. “It’ll be nice to see where you live.”

“It’s a mess,” I smirked up at him. “I wasn’t expecting guests.”

“I don’t care. I spend an annoying amount of time at garbage dumps,” he replied. “As long as it doesn’t smell like that, it should be fine.”

I snorted. “It should smell like country apples. That’s the kind of candles that I have right now.”

“I can handle that.”

When I got out of bed finally to use the restroom, I got my purse as well. I took the Plan B out of the package and popped the pill with a glass of water. We hadn't used a condom all night, and I didn't care one bit. He watched me from the bed, his fist pressed against his temple as he laid on his side. I drank another sip, eyeing him in return.   

“He has to wear a condom no matter what,” I pointed at Jasper with the hand that was holding the glass. 

“That was never in doubt,” he evenly stated. “I don’t know what I’ll allow him to do other than watching us.”

“Just going to make him sit in a corner while we fuck?” I questioned. That wouldn’t be terrible and the easiest for me. I could cheerfully show off for him. 

Jasper pursed his lips for a moment. “Most likely. I haven’t decided yet, honestly. I’m not totally against the idea of him spanking you or you sucking him off, maybe, but I don’t think fucking will be in the cards tonight. I’m not sure what I’m ready for. I’ve never played with another man before,” he admitted. 

“Me either. I’ve played when there were two female subs, one male Dom.”

“Same,” he muttered softly. 

I leaned against the dresser. “Is he a Dom or a sub?”

“Dom. Frankly, he’s kind of extreme for my tastes. He likes blood and truly enjoys inflicting pain. He channels it properly, at least. I mean, to each their own. In real life, he’s a nice enough guy. Kind of a douche, but not a bad person. We don’t hang out a lot,” he confessed. “We were closer when we were in school. It’s been years since I’ve seen him.”  

"Well, if it works out, maybe we can expand our circle a little bit. It might be nice to have some more friends who are into it too. Alice is interested in playing with us as well," I finally told him. "I've played with her before, and it was fun." 

"Alice wasn't my long term type, but-" He shrugged his shoulders. "I had a good time with her, as well. Though the things I imagine you two doing is a lot dirtier," he revealed with a devious smirk.  

I giggled, looking away from him as I blushed. "The best time that I had with Alice, I played with her and her Dom for an evening. He had us dress up in extremely slutty clothes with no underwear underneath. Then we went out to dinner and dancing. He kept lifting our skirts so that we would flash people. When we got back to his place, we basically fucked each other for his entertainment for hours," I recalled the memory, my face getting redder and redder.  

He cocked his head to the side curiously. “When was this?”

“A few years ago. Twenty-one or two, right after we both figured out we were into it. The guy was into ‘forced homosexuality,’” I explained, looking down at my glass of water as I swirled it around. “It wasn’t really forced for either of us. We were both curious at the time.”

“Do you enjoy being with women?”

It was my turn to shrug. “Only sexually and under the right circumstances. I wouldn’t want to date a woman. Have you ever had any sexual experience with men? Outside of playing.”

“No,” he shook his head when he answered. “Men don’t really do anything for me. As I’ve said, I like things soft,” he stated as his eyes went over my body and settled on my face with a smile. “Would you like to get some breakfast before we go to your apartment? They serve it downstairs.”

“That would be fantastic. Dinner was delicious.”

We decided to skip showering until later in the afternoon, and we both got dressed. I changed into my spare maxi dress. It simply slipped over my head, and all I had to do was put on my shoes. I got to watch him get dressed since I was done in a hurry.  

For the first time ever, he put on a t-shirt from his one large suitcase that he lived out of. It was faded gray and tight over his chest and arms. Instead of his sleek black business shoes, he put on a pair of thick tan workmen boots. Jasper put on his belt last before slipping his wallet in his back pocket. The entire time, I sat on the edge of the bed and just stared. 

“What are you thinking, darlin?” He asked curiously as he brushed his hair with a thin little wooden comb, watching me. “I can’t tell with that face.”

“I wasn’t thinking anything, just watching you and drooling basically,” I quipped too honestly. He laughed, offering his hand to me so we could go eat. 

I felt nervous about taking him to my apartment for the first time. I had, of course, imagined him in my room a million times. Those were all fantasies, though. Somehow having him come into my living space made him more real for me. 

The television could be heard as I unlocked the door. Tanya was laying in her big pink fluffy robe, her hair wild on the top of her head in a clip. She was eating Cocopuffs while wearing an under-eye mask and a nose strip, and watching soap operas way too loudly. She began to turn it down as soon as the door opened. 

"Bella!" She excitedly exclaimed and then she saw Jasper coming in behind me. She sat up, putting her bowl down so fast that it sloshed over the side and onto the table. She didn't notice or care, bouncing up onto her knees on the couch to get a better look at him. "Finally!" 

“Oh, my god,” I muttered under my breath. 

“You must be Whit,” she concluded eagerly. His eyes glanced over to me. 

I laughed awkwardly. "Um, actually, his name is Jasper." I looked up at him. "I didn't know if it was okay to use your real name with your work and everything," I explained quickly, kind of lying. He knew better, of course. Nodding his head, he smirked to himself. He called me Marie, my naughty facebook handle, to his friend, so he understood.  

"I'm a special agent, not a secret one," he teased with a pleasant smile, winking at me. "Dr. Jasper Hale." He shook her hand gently. "Whitlock is my middle name, actually. It’s an old family name." 

“Oh!” Tanya giggled, charmed by the very fact that he was so attractive. That’s all she really needed. I adored my friend, but she could be very vain. I couldn’t really blame her though because I thought he was beautiful too. “So, what are you two up to today?” She asked in a childish voice, purposefully being nosey. 

“We’re going to have sex. Lots of it,” I declared dryly, deciding to be sassy, as I crossed my arms over my chest. His eyes got wide in shock at my starling honestly. Tanya threw her head back in laughter, holding her robe closed so she wouldn’t flash Jasper. She was definitely nude underneath. 

She clicked her tongue as if I was just silly. "Uh, obviously. But besides that?" 

“Ummm…” I trailed off as I went towards my bedroom. “Ummm....” I pulled him along with me. He just sort of smirked and rolled his eyes a little, shaking his head. 

“Should I leave?” She playfully asked. 

"No, stay," I answered just as mischievously, my voice too high pitched. "Do you know how often I hear you and Dr. Bitey go at it like rabbits?" She cackled wickedly. Tanya wasn't sorry at all, and I couldn't blame her for that either. I just didn't want to hear it. "See, one day, you're going to get on my nerves so much that I'm going to throw ice water on you two." 

“Challenge accepted, bitch!” She grinned. 

“No! No challenge! Go fuck at his apartment!” I began to say seriously, but I dissolved into giggles towards ‘his apartment.’ 

"Ugh, I would, but he has shit going on tonight," she complained, pouting a little bit. She flopped back on the couch, then reached for her cereal bowl. 

“How was your fancy thing?” I questioned as I leaned against the door jamb after pulling him completely into my room. Jasper walked to my wall of mini paintings and began to examine them.

“Kind of boring, terrible food,” she said, scrunching up her nose. “He’s hot!” She mouthed to me since he couldn’t see. I nodded, smiling. She fanned herself, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. I giggled, nodding again. “Have fun!” She winked. 

“Don’t worry, I was planning on it,” I replied, wiggling my eyebrows.

“Isabella!” He chided me as soon as I closed the door, pushing me against it. 

“What?” I innocently inquired. 

Jasper had a funny expression on his face. He was trying his best to be serious, but I could tell that he was slightly amused. "I just met the woman, and you tell her that we're going to have sex?" 

“Like she doesn’t know,” I giggled, running my hands over his stomach to his chest. “I was joking anyway.”

“No, you weren’t,” he countered a little more severely as he shook his head. 

“No, I wasn’t,” I giggled again, leaning up to kiss him. He pulled away before I could, making me pout. I stuck out my bottom lip, gripping the bottom of his shirt as I flirtatiously batted my eyelashes at him.  

He ran his tongue over his teeth, his fluid blue eyes taking in my defiant face. “Tell me why I shouldn’t take you over my knee right now? You know how I feel about manners, Isabella. And that was very rude.”

“Do it. I dare you,” I responded confidently.

One minute I was standing and the next I was being hauled over his shoulder to my bed. I gasped in surprise. “Jasper! You’re going to hurt your back!” 

He ignored me, sitting on my tiny twin bed and arranging me over his lap. Flinging my dress entirely over my head, he wrapped his other arm around me tightly. His first strike was not gentle, sound against my thighs. He spread hits all over both cheeks, making me sting pleasantly. I couldn't help but moan very softly, biting my bottom lip as I squirmed.  

“I think you’re enjoying this too much, Isabella. You’re not supposed to enjoy your punishment.” 

Ha, that’s what he thinks. 

Then something else struck me. It was hard, popping against my skin twice in a row. I hissed at the bite. When he began to drag the bristles over my exposed skin, I realized it was my wooden hairbrush that usually sat on my bedside table.

Each pass got meaner, probably leaving little round marks. Then he would drag the stiff bristles over the back of my knees, making me shake with the contrast. He traced the edge of the brush between my legs before he pulled my panties down just a little to expose my ass to him. 

Jasper snatched the dress from over my head, holding the fabric of the skirt in his fist in the center of my back so that my ass was still exposed to the air. "Now, are you going to be a good girl?" 

I nodded my head.

Nope, I surely was not. 

The brush connected my cheek hard. “You’re a terrible liar, Isabella.” I giggled quietly, unable to help myself. He tossed the fabric back over, spanking me several times quickly in a row while his other arm tightened around me as my legs automatically struggled. 

When I was whirled back to my feet, he held my waist to keep me from falling over. My head swam, dizzy from my ‘punishment.’ 

“Now, are you going to be a good girl tonight or will I have to discipline you in front of our guest?”

I bit my lip. “I’ll be good,” I breathlessly answered. 

“Yes, you will,” he murmured before he pulled me to him for a kiss, holding my chin for a moment. His hand went down from my waist, pushing the dress up so he could slide his fingers to my ass as we made out there. Slowly, I crawled into his lap so that my knees were on either side of his hips. His fist held my dress knotted behind my back, my stinging skin exposed to the cool air as he continued to knead it with the other. 

“Would you like to take a shower with me?” I asked when I finally pulled away. Laying my head on his shoulder, Jasper let my skirt fall so that he could squeeze my waist tightly. 

“I’d love to.”

I stuck my head out to see if Tanya was still around, but she had gone to her room. I tugged him along to my bathroom. Jasper seemed almost too big for the space, even without me in it to crowd it. He had to duck under the showerhead.  

"I hope we didn't actually bother your roommate," he said quietly. There was a slight smirk on his lips, but he was faintly blushing. He enjoyed the idea of her listening.  

“She probably didn’t hear a thing,” I confessed as I squeezed a big blob of pink shampoo onto my palm. 

“Are you sure about that?”

“Did you hear how loud the television was? She can’t hear for shit,” I smirked myself. “Besides, it’s only fair.”

He softly chuckled. "Is she and her boyfriend that bad?" 

“Well,” I drew out before tilting my head back and forth for a moment. “Yes and no. It’s mainly just awkward.”

Jasper made a face like he didn’t believe me. “I don’t see you as someone who is uncomfortable with sex.”

"No," I laughed. I turned so he couldn't see my expression, working the soap into my hair. "It's mainly that I had a mild crush on her boyfriend for a little while, and it's embarrassing for me." 

“Why is that embarrassing?”

I shook my head almost to myself, considering all the ways that it was. “Other than I’m a grown woman lusting over her friend’s boyfriend? Or the fact that the only reason that I am attracted to him is that he’s pretty and kind of a domineering asshole?”

“Everyone has those kinds of crushes, darlin,” he replied softly, his fingers moving my back. “We can’t control those kinds of feelings.” 

“It’s kind of funny. It took him telling me that I looked sexy the other day to realize that…” I shrugged, not sure how to finish my awkward thoughts. “I don’t know. I guess that he doesn’t do it for me anymore.”

“Why did he call you sexy?” He questioned as his voice got a little deeper. I turned to look at him again. “I mean, I’m sure that your roommate didn’t like that.”

“Oh,” I laughed lightly, “actually, she grabbed my boobs and called me a sex kitten. This was the night that I served you dinner.”

"Ah," he chuckled and nodded. "Well, I understand then. You were sublime that particular evening." 

“Is that what you would like me to wear tonight?” I asked in a silky voice. 

Jasper bit his lip for a moment, letting it slip from between his teeth as his eyes moved over my bare breasts. “Would you wear it for me again?”

“I’ll wear whatever you like. I’ll let you pick.” He smiled at my words, pulling towards him for a kiss. 

I opened my closet and pulled open my underwear drawer when we got back to my room. I really would wear whatever he decided. If I could make the night better for him in any way, I would. 

"Oh, and you can look at all my toys, and we can bring whatever you want. It's not a ton, so I could bring them all, but it might be kind of weird to carry around a sack of sex toys. Though, it wouldn't be the first time that I've done it," I mumbled to myself, shrugging before I began to use my towel to dry my hair. He chuckled a little bit to himself.  

He pulled out a silken black and silver corset. It was shoved into the corner, and it had been a few years since I had worn it last. "This one." Jasper passed it to me. "So many good choices for panties," he murmured.  

“I’ve got some satiny black ones that go with it.”

“Yeah. I like satin,” he said with a smile. I quickly pulled out the high waisted panties, showing them to him before slipping them on. I turned to show him my ass, putting my hand on it as I looked over my shoulder. Jasper ran his fingers over the other cheek, gripping it tightly. 

"Perfect. Would you like me to help you with the corset?" He asked helpfully. I slowly nodded. Putting it in place, he tightened the strings in the back. Pulling them as tightly as possible, it pushed my breasts high up my chest. "Now go fix your hair and makeup before you put on your dress. I wanna watch you like this for a little while."  

“Yes, sir,” I smiled. 

When we came out finally, Tanya was dressed in sweats and sitting in front of the television again. She was painting her nails with a clear coat of nail polish, and her feet were propped on the coffee table.  

“Girl!” She shouted at me, touching her hand to her heart. “You look even better than last time! I seriously love you in that dress. What do you think, Jasper?” She was testing him to see his response. I opened my eyes wider at her, tilting my head slightly to the side.  

“Yes, I certainly think Isabella makes the dress look stunning,” he complimented so smoothly that I felt my cheeks heat instantly. My eyes darted to the floor bashfully, smiling to myself as I bit my lip to hide it.

Her eyes got as big as saucers, grinning. Jasper had passed with flying colors. “Yeah, she does! You’re absolutely right!”

“Thank you,” I replied to both of them, flushing tomato red at their sweet praise. They were both making my ego run wild. I kind of loved it.  

Tanya winked at me. “Have fun tonight!”

“We will,” I answered as we walked towards the door. “Oh.” I turned to look at her dramatically. “Get the hell out of my apartment tomorrow.” I pointed at her menacingly, wiggling my finger. 

“Your apartment? Your apartment! I see how it is! Ugh! Fine!” She held her chin up too high in the air, her acting terrible. “But only because I’m working all day anyway and then I have plans with Dr. Bitey,” she clarified with a big smile before she snuggled onto the couch with her clear bottle. “Why?”

“Because I want to be the one to have sex on the couch for once,” I proclaimed before slamming the door practically in her face. I could hear her laughter through it. In actuality, I just wanted to cook him dinner with some sort of privacy. Though fucking on the sofa would be fun. 

“Ooo, your ass is gonna pay,” he whispered behind me.

“I know!” I replied with a big grin, practically skipping to the rental car. 

When we pulled up the hotel, Jasper looked over at me slowly. His fingers were tight around the steering wheel, his eyes forward. "Once we get out of this car, the scene starts, and you're not to speak except when told to. Unless you really want your ass beat. Do you understand?" 

“Yes, sir,” I breathed softly. 

“Give me a kiss before we do,” he huskily asked in a tiny breath. I quickly leaned over, pressing my mouth to his. His fingers went to the back of my head, holding me in place. Mine gripped his shirt, not wanting to let go.  

When we began to walk to our room, he very aggressively kept his hand on my ass. Jasper was doing it purposefully. No one would probably notice it but probably me, but I put all my focus on that part of my body. It still twinged a little from the brush.  
It was about ten minutes till six when we got to the room. 

“Get on your knees, hands behind your back,” he ordered, pointing at a spot beside the bed. 

I made a little face that Jasper didn’t see. Being on your knees sucked, especially on hardwood floors. I glanced back at him and pointed at a pillow on the bed with a pout. I purposefully batted my eyelashes again. I had enjoyed the results the last time.

He melted a little, then sighed. "Fine. But only because you're being cute about it." I grinned widely as I quickly plopped the cushion on the floor. "You can take off your shoes, too," he added. I nodded, putting them out of the way. There was a cubby in the bedside table below the drawer, and it was perfect for this purpose. I also put his shiny shoes in there so we wouldn't trip over them. When I was all done, I sat on my knees with my hands held behind my back.  

Taking off his work boots, he kicked them into the corner before pulling off his shirt so that he was only in his jeans. My eyes watched him hungrily. 

“Eyes down, Isabella.” They instantly dropped to the floor. Jasper finished getting ready as I followed his feet as he paced around. 

After maybe five minutes passed, he was just putting on some music for background noise when there was a knock. I held my shoulders back, my chin up with my eyes cast down as I watched as much as I could. I mainly could see his legs.  

“Hey, man,” Jasper said when he opened it just a crack. “Come in.”

“Hey. How are you?” I heard a recognizable voice say in return. My head snapped up, my eyes growing wide as I took Jasper’s friend in. But he was more than just familiar.  

“Fantastic. I’ve been spending some quiet time with my Marie. I should actually introduce you, her real name is-” Jasper began as he turned around but stopped when he saw my shocked expression. 

“Edward?” I gasped. 


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9/14/2019

Locke. Chapter Ten: The Chef's Palette

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Chapter Ten: The Chef's Palette 


We showered together. I helped to remove the purple lipstick that I had spread all over his face from my kisses. I had my makeup bag with me, so I decided that I would quickly reapply my face as well. We stood at the mirror together, getting ready. It all felt so ordinary and almost domestic. 

“Come here,” I called to him sweetly. He was only in his boxers. “Let me cover that bruise for you.”

He flushed a little, shaking his head as if he was embarrassed by the very idea. “You don’t have to do that.”

"It'll just take a second, and no one will be able to tell. Do you want to be stared at tonight?" I asked curiously. He pursed his lips for a moment and sighed. 

“Yeah, okay.”

I had him sit by the counter. First, I covered it with my foundation before dotting it with a light concealer. I put powder on to set it. When I brought up the blush brush, he put his big hand up to stop me. 

“We’re not making me pretty here, just covering a bruise, darlin.”

"The foundation whites out your skin too much. If I don't add some pink back in, it won't look natural, and people will stare for another reason." He let his hand drop, making me smirk. "Don't worry. Just a little." I put a tiny bit on before blending it with my powder brush.  

“Thank you,” he breathed out when he saw the results. You could hardly tell.  

“You’re welcome.”

I hadn't washed my hair, so I pulled it down from its bun to shake free. I needed to finish getting ready. Just in my lingerie still, I dabbed my perfume just below my ear and between my breasts. He was getting dressed behind me, slipping on a pair of black slacks and a clean, white button-down. His eyes caught mine watching him in the mirror as he began to put on his tie.  Walking to him, I took over. It was long, thin, and black. I slid the Windsor knot into place around his neck, holding his gaze as I did. 

“You could dress more comfortably, if you wanted to,” I offered as he put his arms around my waist. He pulled me close to him so that my breasts were mashed against his chest. 

He tilted his head to the side just slightly. “I thought you liked me in a suit.”

"I do. But I like you even more out of it," I teased. He chuckled at my lousy attempt at flirting, his hands gripping my ass tightly. Jasper began to kiss my neck, avoiding my makeup.   

"Your panties don't look innocent today," he whispered in return, turning the attention to me. Skimming along the lace, he traced the edge over my cheek. He was watching himself in the mirror as he touched me.  

“I got them just for you.”

“Oh, did you?” He cooed. I nodded my head a little. “You’re so lovely.” His fingers trailed over my arm, up to my shoulder to my neck. Lightly, he kissed around my mouth so as not to ruin my lipstick. It was torture not kissing him and messing it up again. And he knew that. His nose dragged over mine softly before he pulled away to go get his wallet. 

He watched me dress, and I didn't feel the least bit self-conscious. I felt beautiful and wanted. The way his eyes went over my body was warm, taking all of me in. Jasper adjusted his jacket, buttoning it at his waist.   

When we walked to the elevator, I took his arm. I loved being at his side like this. He smiled down at me and my world kind of disappeared around us. I had never been in public with him before like this. We were just going to the restaurant in the lobby, the Chef’s Palette, but that was enough for me. 

There were only a few people in the place. The hostess handed us each a menu, leaving us alone at our table in the corner. We were all by ourselves almost, the other patrons on the other side of the restaurant.  

“Ooo! Shrimp tempura tacos,” I said with a little hum when I looked at the appetizers. I rested my chin on my knuckles, absently rubbing the toe of my heel over his ankle. I didn’t want to stop touching him. “I love sweet chili sauce.”

Jasper let out a little shuddering breath, and I looked up to see his hot eyes on me. He squirmed in his seat, adjusting slightly. I winked at him playfully.  

“Hi!” The handsome young waiter said when he came to the table, making me jump in surprise a little. He smiled at both of us brightly, his teeth too white and his hair too bleached. “What can I get you to drink this evening?”

“I’d like a dirty martini, extra olives,” Jasper replied smoothly. “Make it a double.”

“Malibu and pineapple, please.”

"May I see your IDs?" I pulled mine from my wallet, passing it to him wordlessly. "Thank you, Isabella," he said before handing it back. He barely glanced at Jasper's. It was apparent that neither one of us was close to underage, but it was the law. "Mr. Hale." 

"Doctor," he corrected him. "And we'd like to start with those shrimp tacos as well." Jasper was practically dismissing him. I smirked a little, cocking my head to the side. "What?" He asked innocently.  

“I hope you’re not one of those types that is rude to waitstaff,” I answered a bit sassily when the server left. “That would be devastating to learn. You have so much else going for you.”  

“I’m not,” he answered, looking down at his menu bashfully. He cleared his throat roughly. “I just don’t like how he called you Isabella.” 

“Don’t worry. The only one who gets to call me that is you,” I clarified as I moved my foot higher up his calf. I couldn’t help but smirk to myself. 

He cleared his throat again, licking his bottom lip. “Good. Um, so, what are you thinking about getting?”

I ordered ruby trout, and he had the blue crab noodles. We ended up sharing a lot of our food. Jasper kept feeding me bites from his fork. Every time he did, it would make me blush for some reason. The heat would spread from the top of my head, tingling in my ears, and flowing down to my toes. I fed him as well, a smile on his face every time I did. We sat at the table for at least three hours, just talking, eating, and drinking.  

We might have gotten a little drunk. 

He swung me around, pressing me against his hotel room door roughly. His hands were all over my body, over and under the dress, kissing me almost aggressively. Jasper didn’t even slow down when people walked by. I didn’t really care, but at the rate that we were going, we were going to end up fucking in the hallway.  

“Honey, we need to go inside,” I giggled as he began to kiss my neck. He just growled, biting down. I knew he put the key in his pocket, so I began to playfully search him as he continued. After the fourth or fifth one, I found it in his right pants pocket. “There it is.”
“Dig deeper. I don’t think you found it yet,” he said against my ear before taking it between his teeth. I giggled loudly. 

I turned around to unlock the door. He pushed me as hard as he could against it so that he was against my back. He lifted my dress over my ass, squeezing it tightly. 

“Jasper! Someone will see us!” I whispered as I turned my face slightly to the side. 

“Good. I hope they catch me playing with my horny little slut,” he purred against my ear. I actually shivered. 

His fingers moved between my legs just as I got the key in the lock. He smacked my ass once, then again as I opened the door finally. Just as I was closing it behind us, a couple turned the corner in the hall. Locking it behind us, he pulled me into his arms with a wicked grin. Drunk Jasper was naughty. 

He lifted me up against the door, his fingers going to the back of my thighs. I barely had a toe on the ground, one leg wrapped around him and the very tip of my shoes touching the floor. Holding on for dear life, he assaulted my mouth with kisses as he ground against me. One of his hands ripped open my dress. Loosening his tie, I pulled it from over his head and teasingly hung it around my neck while still knotted. 

He bit his bottom lip as he pushed the knot between my breasts, bringing it to just above my collarbones. Centering it perfectly, he leaned down to start spreading kisses across my shoulders. My head fell back against the door with a thunk.  

"I want you," I begged breathlessly. 

We didn’t make it to the bed the first or second time. The third, we did, but only because he literally hauled me over his shoulder like a caveman. It was late, well after midnight, when we finally stopped. 

Afterward, we were practically curled around each other, our legs tangled. The room was cool, comfortable, and dimly lit. The sheet was wrapped around us, his fingers stroking my back lazily. 

His phone chimed, and he groaned quietly. He grabbed it from its spot on the nightstand, checking to see what the text was. Reading it, Jasper made a little face. He looked less than impressed.  

“What?”

“Oh, just a friend of mine. We went to college together. He’s in the scene too,” he said, showing me the profile picture of a woman holding a riding crop. His name was Embry Call. He asked how his evening with Marie went. I smiled to myself. 

“Oh, who’s Marie?” I teased, kissing along his jaw. 

He chuckled. “Mm, she’s a beautiful woman who just happens to be my favorite author.”

“Oh, I’m sorry that I’m keeping you from her.” I bit his ear. He slapped my ass hard, making me giggle. “What are you going to tell him?” I asked flirtatiously. 

“Hm,” he drew out. “What do you think I should tell him?” I took his phone from his hands and rolled over so that my ass was pressed against him. “Hey,” he laughed. 

“It was fantastic,” I typed. He rolled over as well to watch what I was doing.  

“Do anything interesting?” His friend asked next. 

“Oh, what should I tell him?”

Jasper chuckled. “He’s an extreme voyeur. Anything you want and he’ll eat it up.” 

“Oo, hot,” I smirked, trying to think of what wicked thing I could type. He took his phone back. “Hey.”

“We didn’t play,” he answered his friend.

“Aw, I was hoping you’d have a good bedtime story for me,” Embry replied. 

I snuggled back into his side, resting my head on his shoulder. “Sorry. I’m still with her actually.”

“Have you asked her about doing a scene together?” He questioned. I looked over at him in surprise. It was on both of our lists that we were exhibitionists and voyeurs. Alice said she wanted to play too and I hadn’t brought it up to him yet. 

“Oh, um…” He cleared his throat almost uncomfortably. “What do you think?”

I shrugged one shoulder. “I’m not against it. I haven’t played with multiple people in a while. What do you think?”

“It could be fun. How- how far would you want to go?” Jasper asked. 

"Oh." I slowly blinked as I considered it. I wasn't against sex with strangers, and he knew that. But I wasn't sure how he felt about it. He was in charge, I decided. "I'll do whatever you want. I trust you."  

“That’s a lot of trust, Bella,” he breathed out quietly. “I don’t want to put you in an uncomfortable position.”

"That's what safewords are for. If I get uneasy, I can use them, and I know you'll make sure he listens. You'll keep me safe." I began to kiss his neck again lightly. I felt him swallow against my lips. "It's all up to you." 

Jasper nodded his head slowly. “Yeah. Okay. Sure. Why not? I’ve got some time off. Might as well have some fun.” He quickly typed. “She says sure. When?”

“Tomorrow?” He answered instantly. 

He looked at me, unsure of how to respond. “I don’t have anything planned. It’s all up to you.”

Biting his lip for a moment, he gave his friend a response. “Sure. The Canvas Hotel, room 774. 6 pm.” 

The screen flashed in his hand. “Perfect. Seen you then.” 


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Locke. Chapter Nine: The Canvas

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Chapter Nine: The Canvas


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


The next three weeks passed slowly, and Jasper and I didn't get to talk nearly as much as we had in the past. He was so busy. He was also extremely anxious and always tired. I wasn't sure how much more he could take. He only got a couple of days off in that period of time. There was always more to do.    

There were two more murders while he was in New York state. I decided to keep up with the story on my own. As much as I could, anyway. I researched all past articles and put alerts on my phone. The news didn't care until they realized that there were, at a minimum, eight victims in total that could be connected to the same killer. Once they did, the local papers up there began to call him ‘The Tracker' because one official said it was like he was ‘tracking down' these particular kinds of victims. Jasper hated it. He said it was the glorification of a murderer. Wrestlers got fun names, not monsters who raped girls, he complained.  

I made it my mission to try to entertain him with anything other than death. I sent him my paintings, memes, even the rough drafts of the stories that I was working on. He liked those the most. It was getting to the point that I was just sending him whatever random thing I had, even things I wrote just for myself.  

I longingly looked at his profile picture one evening. I had already sent him a bunch of dumb things in a row. My morning had spent doing some self-care in the hopes he would message me again, but as the evening went on, my dreams were dashed. He had barely replied all day. His new avatar was the extreme close up of my lipstick prints on his cheek. He had changed it not a day after he had taken it. It was late, after midnight, so I figured he was already in bed. It was later there, so I didn't expect much. I just pined for him, pathetically.  

“Are you still awake?” The text flashed in my hands. 

"Yup," I answered right away. Sitting up quickly, I smiled to myself. I wanted to give him my full attention.  

“Would it be okay if I called? I’m too tired to text.”

“Of course!” I replied, and my phone began to sing to me. I smiled wider as I answered. We had never spoken on the phone before. “Did you know that I was thinking about you?”

“Were you?” He wondered in a quiet voice. I could tell that he was exhausted. 

“Yes, I was. I was just thinking about how much I missed you,” I breathed out honestly. Swallowing, I tried to lighten my tone even more. “How are you doing?”

“I am…” He began slowly, drawing out the words. “I don’t want to think about it. How are you?”

I bit my lip. I hated his answer so much. “I’m fine. I’m all alone tonight. Tanya’s at her boyfriend’s right now. So, I’m a little lonely,” I admitted. “I wish you were here to keep me company.”

“All I could do is cuddle,” he warned. “I’m just too wound up to go to sleep.”

“I’d be okay with that. You know that I love to snuggle. Wanna use me as your teddy bear?” I asked playfully. 

Jasper chuckled a little. "Mm, god, yes." 

“Then in the morning, I could serve you a nice breakfast. Something not microwaved,” I added. 

“Afternoon. I want to sleep until at least noon,” he replied almost jokingly, his attitude brightening a little. 

“Brunch then. I would love to serve you a meal again,” I countered smoothly. “Anytime you’d like.”

“Just like you did before, Isabella?” He spoke in a sexy voice, dropping it a few octaves so that it was a little deeper. 

“Yes, sir,” I answered back as seductively as I could. “I love serving you.” 

He hummed quietly, chuckling a little again. “You know what I’d like to do? Take a few days off, kidnap you, rent a cabin by a lake, and just…” He trailed off then sighed. “God, there are so many possibilities. So many things I could do to you with that amount of time and privacy.”

“What would you like to do?”

Jasper didn't even have to think about it for a minute. "I want to play with rope. I've enjoyed it in the past, and I know it says on your checklist that you like it, too. I've been fantasizing about it a lot lately." 

"I'm just not that experienced," I admitted to him thoughtfully. "Are you tying me up inside or outside?" I asked eagerly.  

“Mm, both,” Jasper answered instantly. I giggled happily, making him laugh very softly. “Tie you to a tree. Maybe after making you get your own switch.”

“Oh, god! My poor rear. You’re going to let me destroy my own ass, aren’t you?” I asked lightheartedly. He laughed a little louder this time. 

“Will your eyes be too big for your stomach, so to speak?” He asked, teasingly.

“You don’t know how many times that I’ve, quote-unquote, suffered from that problem,” I returned dryly.

“Quote-unquote.” He chuckled to himself.  

“So, would you want to do a whole weekend where I submit to you?”

I could almost hear him swallow on the other side of the phone. “Yes, that would be amazing.”

“I’ll cook whatever you want, dress exactly how you want, let you fuck me as much and however you want,” I made my voice as sweet as possible. “Anything you want, sir.” 

“I know you will because you’re my sweet little slut. I want a whole weekend alone with you so badly. I would spend hours worshiping-” He stopped abruptly. I really wanted to know what he wanted to worship. “Damn,” he whispered.

“What?”

“My boss is calling.”

“This late?” I asked in surprise. 

“That means they found another body. Fuck. I have to go,” he concluded quickly, suddenly very awake. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow, Bella.”

Anxiety and dread instantly filled me. “Be safe,” I answered in a whisper. 

“Always, darlin,” he promised before the call ended. 

I worried about him all night. Something in the pit of my stomach swirled. A bad vibe, maybe. There was just a feeling that nagged at me. I fell asleep in the early hours of the day, restless and uncomfortable.

When I woke up at noon, I had a message from Jasper. I couldn't help but smile, my distressing anxiety melting away. Maybe that meant they caught the killer. The text was from around eight in the morning. "I'll be in Dallas this afternoon. Are you free tonight?" 

“Yes!” I exclaimed out loud excitedly, doing a little dance in bed. “Yes, sir.”

“The Canvas Hotel, at 5 pm. Room 774.”

"Yes, sir," I repeated. 

I was surprised that he was in town, but I wasn't going to question my good fortune. I didn't have groceries in the house, and I didn't feel like I had the time to make him anything good to eat and get ready in time. Five was earlier in the day than usual, and it was almost one already.  

My lingerie was black and lacy this time, a bralette and boyshorts. I decided to wear my purple wrap dress again, the one that I had worn the first time we met. I bought a special, very creamy lipstick in a dark shade of purple just for the occasion. Maybe I could give him a new profile picture.  

Tanya was getting ready to leave too. She and Edward were going on a date somewhere nicer. She was wearing sequins, her hair piled up on her head. My roommate looked like a million bucks, and she knew it.    

“I love that lipstick with that dress,” she commented as soon as I came out of my bedroom. She was switching her purses around for the evening to match her pretty gold dress while sitting on the couch. 

“Thank you! Where are you going?” I asked conversationally. 

“Hospital party!” She replied cheerfully. “Some charity thing.” 

“Fancy,” I teased as I went for the door. I didn’t have time to linger. “Have fun!”

I was practically dancing in my own head. I was so excited. The hotel was so cool, with lots of bright colors and very modern. I knocked on his door in a rhythm. My joy was bubbling over. 

Instantly, my happy mood deflated. Jasper was dressed in his button-down and jeans, but his posture was different. I quickly stole a glance at his face then couldn’t look away. Not only was the exhaustion clearly showing in his eyes, but he also had a giant purple bruise across his cheek. 

“Isabella, come in,” he said, ignoring the fact that I was gawking at him. I hesitantly walked in. He took my coat and purse while still behind me, putting them to the side. Quietly, he stepped in front of me. Each was slow, almost labored. “So, what shall we do tonight, hm? What shall I do with you?”

I shook my head. “What happened?”

"Isabella-" He started firmly, but I stopped him. This wasn't going to happen.   

"No. What happened?" He didn't look happy with me, ready to take me over his knee in an unpleasant way. "Red!" I shook my head again. "Red!" I repeated, and I saw the recognition in his eyes. His shoulders dropped. I walked to him cautiously before taking his face in my hands. "What happened last night? What the hell happened to your face?" I demanded, running my fingers just underneath the wound. There was a little cut on his nose as well. It was tiny and angry red.  

Jasper couldn't meet my eyes still. "I just… I lost it. This dumbass beat cop made a simple mistake and-" He stopped, closing his eyes tightly. "I tore into him, and he did not appreciate it, apparently," he laughed humorlessly. 

“Obviously,” I responded in a quiet and flat tone. 

“I’ve been put on paid leave for five days. I didn’t take the first swing, but let's just say that he looks worse than me,” he mumbled in his thick accent. “Apparently, they think I need time to cool down.”

“I think they’re probably right, whoever they are,” I replied gently like I was scared of startling him. “God, Jasper. You can’t keep doing this to yourself. You’re doing too much. You’re literally getting yourself beaten up now,” I whimpered. 

“Maybe I need a little pain.”

My head snapped up as my anger flared. "Not like this! If you want pain, give me your belt, and I'll give it to you. But this is insanity. You're barely sleeping. Your mental health has got to be shot to shit. I know that you love your job and traveling-" 

"I know," he moaned, taking in a deep breath. "I know. I feel so damn isolated," Jasper admitted in a quiet sigh. "The only other people I talk to are cops. My world feels so bleak right now. You have been the only thing that has given me hope lately."  

“Tell me what you need,” I begged as I clung onto his shirt, looking up at him.  

Jasper looked up at the ceiling, then shook his head as he swallowed back his emotions heavily. “I don’t know. I feel like I need to shut off my brain.”

I couldn’t do that, but I could distract him. Pulling him towards me, I kissed his lips deeply. He moaned in surprise against my mouth, putting both of his arms around my waist. My fingers went to his soft curls, tugging them roughly. 

Surprisingly, he picked me up and put me on the dresser. My fingers hurried to his shirt, rushing to take it off for him. He had a couple of bruises on his chest, all about the size of a fist. They were purplish-blue and black. “Oh, honey,” I mumbled, leaning forward to lightly kiss them. 

“I’ve gotten worse.”

“And I’d want to kiss those better too,” I answered.

He pulled open my dress, pushing it off my arms quickly. Jasper's big hands went to my thighs, squeezing them as we kissed desperately. My legs wrapped around him, drawing him closer. 

“So soft,” he breathed against my cheek, his hands moving against my stomach. “Your skin is so soft.”

Jasper worked off my bra, throwing it to the floor before picking me up once again. I squealed in surprise, making him laugh. He sort of stumbled to the bed, putting me down roughly in the middle.  

“Take off your pants,” I commanded, sitting up to watch him. He did so quickly and like always, he wasn’t wearing underwear. His erection sprung in front of him proudly. 

I yanked him onto the bed, shoving him onto his back so that I could kiss him again. Because I could, I loved every inch of his chest. Jasper moaned and squirmed underneath me in pleasure. When my hand went to his erection, his fingers slid to my ass. Turning to an angle, I gave him better access as I kissed down his stomach. 

He hissed when my lips went around him, his back arching up towards me a little. His thick fingers kneaded one of my cheeks roughly before spanking it gently. I moaned around him, wiggling my ass in his direction. 

“Fuck yes,” Jasper groaned when I bobbed my head down, his hand striking me again. His hits got harder and harder as he got more comfortable and more sure of himself, confidently that I wouldn’t jolt and accidentally bite. His fingers knotted in my hair, sitting up a little bit to watch my work. “I love fucking your mouth.”

Pulling my panties down, he began to rub between my legs. I moaned around him loudly, rocking against his hand. 

“Shh, Isabella…”

“I can be as loud as I fucking want,” I asserted when I pulled away for just a second. I wasn’t Isabella. He was fucking Bella at that moment whether he liked it or not. Jasper spanked me several times, a couple of which were right between the legs. With each strike, I moaned louder and louder. 

“Fuck,” he gasped as he jerked me back roughly. “You’re going to make me cum.” Bringing me into a long, torrid kiss, he pushed me onto my back. As Japer pulled off my panties, he kissed down my stomach swiftly. “I need to get you off first.”

When he spoke about worship, this is what he meant. Jasper made me orgasm first… second, third, fourth, and fifth before I finally tugged him away from my shaking thighs by the hair. He slid right into me when he settled between my legs. His eyes got a little wide with pleasure, leaning forward to kiss me again. 

Gazing into mine for a long moment, he rocked inside of me before unhurriedly kissing my lips again. Drawing my hands over my head, his fingers twisted almost painfully tight with mine. I called out his name over and over again, losing myself. 

“Oh!” He gasped against my neck, giving in to his own pleasure, finally. I felt him pulsing inside of me, warm and satisfying. Laying his forehead on mine, we both calmed our breathing. 

Then his bright blue eyes snapped open. “Shit! I didn’t use a condom! I am so sorry!” He pulled out quickly, going to his knees. I reached for him to stop his panic. 

"Oops." I sort of shrugged. "Well, accidents happen. I'm clean, and I know that you are as well. I actually already have some Plan B. I got it the first time we met, just in case. It's in my purse," I explained, pointing at the purple bag across the room that matched my dress. He pulled back and sort of raised an eyebrow at me. "What?" 

“My, what a prepared little slut,” he teased. I giggled, shoving him back so I could straddle his waist. He smirked at me, his hands sliding up my thighs to my ass. 

“I should get birth control. I like feeling you inside of me,” I sighed, smiling down at him. His smirk grew a little. “You know, I like making messes, too.”

“I know you do,” he replied smoothly. “I have to admit, it felt amazing. I knew I should have stopped but couldn’t.”

"I didn't even think about it, and I didn't care. I still don't. In fact, I want you to do it again," I challenged defiantly with a toss of my hair. Jasper kind of rolled his eyes before he pushed it out of my face. Then he pulled me down for a deep kiss.  

“Would you like to have dinner and a drink first downstairs?” He asked softly against my lips. “I don’t think I messed up your pretty dress much.”

“No, it’s fine. I brought more clothes anyway.”

“Did you bring pajamas?” He questioned, looking up at me from underneath this thick light brown lashes.

“No. You said I could borrow your shirt,” I insisted innocently, making him genuinely smile.      


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9/10/2019

Locke. Chapter Eight: In the Morning

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Chapter Eight: In the Morning


I stayed the night with Jasper. When I woke up, I was naked and pressed against him so that my back was flush to his chest. He was holding me securely to him so that he was squeezing my waist gently, one arm under my head for my pillow. I was so comfortable. It was dark in the room, and I wasn't sure why I was awake until I heard a ringing sound.  

“Fuck off,” Jasper moaned, holding me tighter. He pushed his face against my shoulder. “I need a day off, goddamnit.” It kept ringing, ignoring his complaints. “Can’t you see that I am in bed with a beautiful woman!” I giggled quietly as his phone kept on. “No. I refuse.”

It finally stopped ringing. “They heard you,” I whispered. 

“Good,” he replied cheekily. Pulling my hair away from my neck, Jasper began to spread kisses there gently. Then it dinged several times in a row. “Motherfucker,” he mumbled against my skin. 

He pulled his arm out from underneath me, slowly getting up to go get his cell from across the room on top of the dresser with the television on it. I rolled over to look at him, the blanket falling away from my bare chest. He stopped and groaned, reaching a hand out to me playfully and pouting as he got his phone with the other. 

“Don’t look at it and come back to bed,” I offered seductively, moving the blanket off of me completely.

“Sounds good to me,” he said before beginning to stalk back towards me. It dinged again. “Dammit! I’m trying to get laid here!” 

Jasper finally picked up his phone and read his messages. His face dropped, the playfulness was instantly gone. “DAMMIT!” He shouted, his cheeks turning bright red. He dramatically threw his phone on the bed, far enough away so it wouldn’t hit me. It bounced quietly to the floor. A few seconds of silence hovered in the room. 

“Jasper?”

“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” he whispered, pinching his nose as he took in a deep breath. “I’m sorry. I need to get ready to leave.”

"Okay. Let me gather all my stuff, and then I'll help you get ready," I answered quickly. 

“I don’t need to do much. I’m always pretty much ready to go. I need to take another shower first. Um, do you want to join me?” His eyes were so sad. He was asking me to distract him, at least for a little while. 

“Yeah. I do,” I replied as I got out of the soft bed immediately. 

Most of the things that I had brought with me were arranged in a bag by my purse. My sticky clothes were shoved in with the dirty dishes. The thigh highs were probably ruined, but it was worth it. I made sure the plate was picked up off the floor, throwing the plastic utensils away.  

"Can you tell me what's wrong?" I asked gently as the water warmed up. We were standing in the bathroom. All of his toiletries were neatly lined up, ready to be packed once they were used.  

He shook his head a little. “Don’t worry about it, darlin.”

“Talking to me might make you feel a little better,” I offered. Smoothing my fingers over his shoulders, I could feel the tension in them. He shook his head again before sighing.  

“Albany,” he said quietly, looking away from me like he was ashamed. “Fourteen this time.” He was blaming himself again. 

“No!” I gasped in sadness. I hugged him tightly, pushing my face into his pec. He held me, his heartbeat thrumming against my cheek. His strong fingers massaged my scalp, playing with my curls for a moment. He kissed the top of my head, letting his lips linger for a long time before he spoke again. 

"They're obviously escalating. He's not getting the same thrill, so he has to do it more often. Torturing them for longer and in more grotesque ways." He looked up towards the ceiling, taking a deep breath. "Why would anyone do that to a child? I've studied for years, and I still don't understand how someone snaps like that." 

“I don’t know. People are insane?” I offered with a shrug. “Mental illness is too easy an excuse. Of course, they’re sick, but it’s a combination of factors that make a monster. This is such a new science. You’re at the forefront of your field! I bet you’re figuring things out now that will seem like basic stuff in two hundred years,” I tried to reassure him quickly. 

“I suppose,” he replied softly. 

I pulled him into the water, wrapping my arms around his waist once he was under the hot stream. “You will find this monster.”

His body was rigid. “I hope so. I hope I personally find him and put him down,” he almost growled. 

“Would you kill him?” I questioned. I didn’t judge him for it. If I were in his position, I probably would want to as well. 

Jasper licked his lips and then nodded once. "Yeah. If I knew it was him without a doubt, yes. But that won't happen. That's not how this whole FBI, justice, thing works." He shook his head. "I know he has had to kill more. Maybe not in Albany, but somewhere else. His kills are-" Jasper stopped himself. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't tell you this." 

“What is your job exactly? Why do you have to travel so much?” I inquired gently. “I know basically what a profiler is, but-” I stopped and shrugged. “The FBI is pretty hush-hush about these things. I’ve tried to do the research.” 

He smirked a little bit. “So, I use the evidence and the crime scene itself to create a psychological profile for both the victims and assailants. I learn as much about the victims as I can in the process,” he explained, getting quieter towards the end. “It becomes especially hard when it’s children.”

“Is this your first serial killer?” I asked next, too curious not to. 

“No,” he shook his head once more. Jasper didn’t seem bothered that I asked or that I was interested at all. “But the term doesn’t mean much really. This just feels… different,” he concluded blandly before he blew a rough breath through his lips. “I don’t know. I feel like this is going to be the next Night Stalker or whatever stupid fucking name the press dubs this dumbass. Worthless piece of shit,” he mumbled to himself as we switched places under the water. I pulled his face down for a kiss before he could get too wound up. He sighed and leaned his forehead against mine. “Thanks for last night. I needed some fun.”

"What are you thanking me for?" I laughed, grinning up at him. I got plenty out of it, and I think he knew that.   

His eyes were a little sad, the blue a little glossy. “Thank you for staying. It was nice not to sleep alone for once.” 

I felt my cheeks heat, so I turned to stick my head under the water before I answered. “Mm, I loved it. I love snuggling. I should bring some pajamas next time, though.”

"Um, no, you shouldn't," he smirked. I giggled softly. "You could just borrow my shirt if you wanted." 

I turned again, eyeing him. “If you want me to wear your shirt, all you have to do is tell me.” Jasper’s smirk grew a little as I smoothed my hands up his chest. He chuckled and blushed a little bit. He looked away and cleared his throat.  

"Your thigh highs, my shirt, bent over my knee," he said with a little bit of wanting in his voice. His fingers skimmed over my ass, drawing me into another kiss. I shivered against him. "I wish I had the time for it right now, but I fly out in three hours." 

“Next time,” I replied hopefully.

“Yes,” he said against my mouth, kissing me again. 

After our shower, I watched as he dressed in a slim-fitting dark navy blue suit with a slender steel-gray tie. He put his jacket on last, clipping his FBI badge onto his belt. I was already dressed and ready to go. It was hard not to stare openly. I bit my lip, tilting my head to the side a little as a million dirty thoughts came to mind all at once. 

He looked up and instantly knew what I was doing. Jasper smirked at me, just making me feel hotter. "What, Isabella?" 

I decided since I was caught, I would just go with it. "Goddamn, wear that for me next time. I will pay for the drycleaning," I confessed as sincerely as I could. He laughed in surprise, blushing slightly again. The man was so beautiful, and I wanted him fiercely. Just for another minute. "Kiss me one more time really good before we go." 

Jasper pulled me to him, both of his hands going to my ass so he could squeeze it tightly through the thin, light blue cotton dress that I had brought with me to change into. Gathering the fabric in his fist, the other slipped into the back of my underwear. I sighed against his mouth as he flexed his fingers.   

“How far do you live? I might have time to drive you.”

“It’s about fifteen minutes.”

He looked at his watch. “Yeah. I can do it. You ready?”

“Yes, sir,” I breathed. He growled playfully before kissing me again more forcefully. 

When he pulled up to my apartment, I leaned over and gave him a long, deep goodbye kiss because I couldn’t stop. His fingers were in my hair, holding my mouth to his for as long as possible. When Jasper pulled away, he warmly said, “thank you for submission, Isabella.” 

I knew what that meant to him and what he was saying. He struggled with his sexual desires and what they made him. When someone gave themselves over willingly, it meant something to him. He was thanking me for my trust and understanding, and maybe my unbridled enthusiasm. 

I practically melted against him. I tried to kiss him again, but he stopped me by pointing at the windshield. His face was a little concerned. We were being openly stared at by Tanya. She was wearing tight spandex running clothes and was covered in sweat, her pretty hair pulled up at the top of her head in a bun.  

“Oh! My roommate!” I mumbled in surprise. Making my eyes wide, I waved for her to go away. She pouted, crossing her arms. She wanted to meet him. “No!” I mouthed to her. She stomped her foot. 

He kind of chuckled. “I really need to go. I’m sorry.”

“Yeah. I know.” I kissed his cheek lightly, gathering my bags. “Talk to you later. Have a safe flight.”

“Aw!” She whined at me as he backed away. “But I wanna meet him! He looks cute! I can’t be sure though because it’s kinda hard to tell from the outside of a car,” she said sarcastically. 

I wasn’t going to be bothered by her. “He’s going to be a literal superhero crime-fighter. He doesn’t have time for you right now,” I replied as I walked to the door. She followed behind. 

“Aw, he’s your Superman to your Lois Lane!” She commented brightly. “Aw, it even fits because she was a writer!”

“She was a reporter, not a novelist,” I laughed a little. “No, he’s a little dark for Superman. And the only flying that he does is while in an airplane.”

“Batman?” She offered next. I just shook my head. Then my roommate shrugged. “Did Batman even have girlfriends? I don’t think I know any other superheroes.”

“So you’re a DC fangirl?” I joked. 

“What?” She looked at me blankly. 

“Nevermind,” I shook my head again. “I don’t know, but he’s amazing.”

"So, is it getting serious?" She asked as she unlocked the front door. "You've gone out a few times now, and you talk constantly." 

I couldn’t look at her. “We’ve only seen each other four times.”

“Over a couple of months.” I shrugged again. “You really like this guy,” Tanya concluded.  

"Yeah, I do," I responded sleepily. I wouldn't deny that fact. It would be impossible to, anyway. "I'm going to bed," I said as I trudged towards my bedroom. 

“Didn’t get any sleep last night?” She asked with a smirk. 

“A little, but it obviously wasn’t enough,” I told her honestly. Tanya could tease me if she wanted, but I was too happy and relaxed to care. “Goodnight.”

“Goodmorning!” She called back. 

“Yeah. Whatever.” 


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Locke. Chapter Seven: At a Table in a Hotel

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Chapter Seven: At a Table in a Hotel


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


I was more prepared this time for Jasper’s text a week later. I had bought a couple of new sets of lingerie just for him and a new short dress. It was a skin-tight black long sleeve mini-dress that cut off several inches above my knees. I decided I would wear thigh highs this time to see what he thought about them. He had liked the knee socks. 

I was in the middle of cooking lunch when I got the message. I was in the mood for a real meal, so I was preparing Italian. Chicken parmesan, fettuccine alfredo, garlic bread, and salad. I was going all out, but I was planning on eating it for dinner and lunch the next day too. 

“I’ll be in Dallas in a couple of hours. Are you available tonight?” 

“I am. Do you know if your room will have a microwave?” I typed back with a smile. 

“Why, yes it will, Isabella,” he replied. 

“Good.” I sent several winks. 

He sent a smile emoji. “I’ll see you at six?”

“Absolutely.”

I made Jasper’s meal perfectly before I even considered making my own. For dessert, I packed a strawberry shortcake, all the parts separate so not to get mushy. Cake, whipped cream, strawberries syrup, and fresh strawberries to go on top. I even packed a plate this time. It was just from the dollar store, so I didn’t care if I never saw it again.

I had a ton of time to get ready. Doing my hair straight, I also put on full makeup. I liked how he had reacted to my red lipstick, so I wore it again.  

Edward was about to knock on the door when I opened it to leave. He took a step back, surprised. He was still in his green scrubs, his hospital ID pinned onto his shirt. 

“Well, hello there,” he said cheekily, smirking at me right away. “Date tonight?”

“Um, yeah,” I replied quickly, shuffling past him. 

"He's a lucky man," he commented. I stopped, turning to look at him slowly. He was smirking a little bit still, his hands in his pockets as his eyes went over the dress. It was probably too tight, too short, and it showed off way more of my cleavage than I usually did.  

“Why do you say that?” I couldn’t stop myself from asking. 

He laughed and blushed a little, looking away from me. “May I be vulgar for a moment?” I nodded my head a little. “Between the red lips and those tits? Well, I don’t know what you two have planned tonight, but all he’s going to be able to think about is getting you alone. And if he does, like I said, lucky guy.”

“Oh!” I softly gasped out in surprise, not sure what to say. 

“See? Vulgar. I apologize. I just know what I would be thinking about if you were my girl.” He put his hand on his heart and smiled almost bashfully. I slowly blinked, stunned into silence. 

“No! Don’t apologize, I said you could. I’m just shocked.”

“Why?”

Several reasons actually, but I went with, “I thought I wasn’t your type.” 

“Well, I do like tall blondes, obviously.” He waved his hand towards the apartment. I laughed a little. “But a sexy woman is a sexy woman.” 

Edward was calling me sexy, and I thought my world would suddenly catch fire if he ever did. It didn't. I expected to feel more. Something, anything. Embarrassment, delight. But I didn't want to look good for him. The only opinion I really cared about was Jasper's.  

I laughed again, smiling to myself. I nodded my head. “Thank you, Edward. That’s very nice of you to say, even if it was vulgar.”

“Why is the door open?” I heard Tanya say just before it swung open wide. She jumped when she saw us. “Oh! Hey, honey! Meow, Bella!”

“Thanks,” I giggled. 

“I was actually just complimenting her myself,” he informed her with his crooked smirk. 

“If you were going for sex kitten, you nailed it,” she teased before walking over to me. She actually put her hands on my breasts. “WHOA! Look at your boobs! Girl! Even I want to motorboat them.”

I threw my head back in laughter at her playfulness. Tanya had always been handsy, and it was usually funny. I didn't mind. 

Edward’s face turned bright red. “Oh, my god. I’m going inside before I get in trouble,” he mumbled. 

“I think he agrees,” Tanya giggled wickedly, pulling me into a hug. 

“I think so too,” I whispered confidently. She began to laugh harder. “Have a good evening!” 

“You too!” She sang. 

I arrived right on time. Jasper opened the door with a smile that grew when he took in my appearance. When I walked past him, he put his hand on my ass and gave it a little squeeze. 

"Did you bring me dinner again, Isabella?" He asked when he came to walk in front of me, the bag in my hands. I nodded my head, smiling. "Mm, good. I'm hungry tonight. I'd like you to serve me. Will you prepare my meal for me?" I nodded again, smiling far too brightly. He chuckled.  

I hurried to the table, pulling out the plate with all the Tupperware. First, I put away the whipped cream and strawberries to stay cold before arranging a full meal for him. While heating it up in the microwave, I poured some of the sparkling lemonade I had brought as an afterthought. He watched the whole time from his spot after putting on some music, standing in the middle of the hotel room. When it was done, I arranged it in front of the chair on the table. 

He came to sit, taking a little sip of his drink before he glanced up at me. “Come sit on my lap.” When I did, he pushed my dress up so that my ass was exposed. Picking up the fork with his other hand, he took a little bit of the chicken and hummed in pleasure. He then offered me a bite. “While we’re at the table, you may vocalize as you need. Do you understand?” I nodded while chewing. I still wasn’t going to talk with food in my mouth. It was rude.

Jasper ate a bite of the noodles before giving me one, then the salad. After giving me some of the garlic bread, I pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. I couldn’t help it. I was enjoying what we were doing so much. I loved being fed.

Slowly, he turned to look at me. “I didn’t tell you to do that.”

“I’m sorry, sir. I just wanted to thank you for the pleasure that you’re giving me.” 

Looking away, he smirked a little bit. Jasper took another sip of the lemonade, trying to hide the smile before he cleared his throat. “I see. Hm, I like that. I think I’d like you to thank me like that after every bite.”

“Yes, sir,” I grinned. 

He gave me another forkful of salad. After I finished chewing, I kissed him once on the jaw. My bright red lipstick left a lovely mark on his skin, right beside the one from before. By the time I had worn away all of it, there were probably fifteen prints on his face. None of them overlapped. 

After a few more bites, I decided I was done with the food and began to kiss his neck while he continued to eat. I slid my hand over the other side, sucking at a spot just below his ear. His erection was rock hard against my thighs. His other hand rubbed up and down my spine. 

Putting his fork on the cleared plate, he pulled my face away from him gently. “Thank you for making me dinner, Isabella.”

“You’re welcome, sir. Would you like dessert now?” I stroked his cheek gently, smiling up at him. 

"Yes, I would. Stand up." I did, and he pushed the plate out of the way, shoving me down onto my stomach with my ass still totally exposed. Jasper yanked the dress up to my waist, making me gasp quietly. His fingers dragged over the center of my panties. They were white and lacy, matching the thigh-highs I was wearing. 

I bit my lip hard when his tongue moved over the lace but then I remembered that I could vocalize at the table as I needed to. The next pass, I didn't hold back and let out a soft moan to test the waters. He didn't stop. I moaned a little louder, and he hummed in pleasure against me. The way his tongue moved over me made my toes curl. My shoes clattered to the floor, and my fingers gripped the edge of the table.  

When he added his fingers, I moaned louder. “Oh, fuck!” 

"Shhh, be a quiet girl at the table, and you can moan all you want," he said before going back to what he was doing. I whimpered, rocking against him. When I began to cum, my hand went behind me to grab his hair. Both of my legs lifted off the floor, my face pressed against the wooden tabletop. He made me cum twice more before he stood from his chair. Placing one hand on the table to balance himself, his fingers began to aggressively rub my clit. "Thank you for dessert, Isabella. It was delicious." 

“Oh, oh, oh, oh,” I chanted softly with my face pressed hard into the wood still. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” 

"Such a sweet, grateful little slut." He spanked between my legs, making me jump. Jasper tugged my panties down my thighs, yanking them roughly. His condom covered erection pressed inside of me a second later, and I sighed in pleasure. "Oh. Fuck," he whispered quietly, his hands tight around my hips.  

“Jasper,” I moaned his name. His fingers tightened, his pace faster. “Oh, Jasper, please, please, please…”
 
“Please what, slut? What do you want?”

“Spank me, please,” I begged, the first thing that came to mind. 

His hand connected with my bare skin. Sharp, stinging. Over and over again, harder and harder. The plate thunked to the floor, the fork going after it. The plastic clinked against it quietly. 

“Cum again,” he growled, his fingers knotting into my hair and pulled my head back. “I know you want to.” My body was already giving in what he wanted, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. “Yes,” he groaned loudly, his nails dragging down my back after he let go. 

He pulled out of me, and I whimpered again, wanting more. "Don't worry, darlin. I'm not done with you. It's just time to take off this lovely dress." I stood up and threw it off over my head, chucking it to the side. He chuckled, his hands smoothing over my stomach as he pulled himself tight against me. "Bra, too." It was discarded dramatically.  

Jasper turned me around, pulling me into a rough kiss. With both of his hands on the back of my thighs, he lifted me onto the table. I was just on the very edge, dangling off.  

“Take off my shirt.” My fingers scrambled to the buttons, hurrying to free them. When I got to the bottom one, I pushed my hands up his stomach until I was inching his sleeves off of his shoulders. I automatically leaned forward to kiss one of his scars, one just above his heart. It was long and thin as if he was sliced with a knife. His fingers went to my hair, holding me there.

He adjusted my hips slightly, pushing inside of me. My legs wrapped around him tightly, pulling him closer. One of his hands slid up my back, gripping the back of my neck hard. 

“I’ve been thinking about this for days,” he grunted softly. “It’s better than I could have imagined. Bella,” Jasper breathed my name. I crumbled around him, my body shaking violently as my head fell back. When he brought me into a deep kiss, he came inside of me. 

We were both panting, holding each onto each other as we tried to calm down. 

“I think that’ll be the end of the scene,” he said against my mouth when he pulled away, resting his forehead against mine. “If that’s okay?” I kind of giggled and nodded. “Dinner was excellent, by the way. It’s the best thing I’ve eaten in ages. Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome,” I said with a big grin and a kiss. “There really is dessert in there if you want some.”

“Oh? What is it?” He asked, pecking at my jaw. I began to laugh very softly at his ticklish touches, my head falling back as he spread kisses over my skin slowly. “You were pretty delicious, so I don’t know how you’re going to top that. Sorry.”

“It’s strawberry shortcake with homemade angel food cake, strawberry syrup, fresh strawberries, and whipped cream.” My fingers went to his hair, holding him to me. I tilted my head to the side, wanting more. He gave it to me happily. 

“Oh? No powdered sugar?” I giggled again, making him smile against me. “That sounds exquisite. Can I eat it off of you?”

“What if I want to eat it off of you?” I suggested back blithely.

“Is there enough for two?” He asked against my ear. I nodded. “Want to share?” I nodded again, smiling. 

He went to the fridge and got the containers after cleaning up. In the bag, there were a couple of spoons. I took the tub of whipped cream from him. After opening it up, I offered him a taste from one of the utensils. Jasper brought it to his lips, holding my gaze. He placed the cake and syrup on the bed, opening the strawberries. He offered me one to take a bite out of. I held his hand, guiding it to my lips. 

"Go lay down," he commanded gently as he took the cream. I crawled onto the bed, giving him a good view the entire time. After stretching out with a Cheshire grin, he chuckled as he crawled over me. Jasper took the fruit in one hand and slowly moved it over my lips before kissing them. Then it ran down my neck. Finally, with the cold strawberry held in between his teeth, he teased my nipples before eating it.  

He straddled my waist, picking up a slice of cake and took a bite. He offered me one. Humming in pleasure, he ate a spoonful of the cream. Then he brought it to my lips. I sat up a little to lick it off, making his smile grow. 

Scooping up a big spoonful, he very playfully plopped some of the cold white substance right down the center of my chest. It slid suggestively down my stomach before he shoved me back. I giggled as he began to lick it off of me. Jasper made funny noises of delight the entire time he did, obviously enjoying himself. 

“Like it?” I teased.

“Mm, yes,” he chuckled, swiping his finger in the cream before dragging it over my nipples. Then he reached behind him for the syrup. Popping it open, he dipped the spoon into it before taking a taste. “Yum.”

“Tasty?” 

Instead of answering, he wiggled his eyebrows before dripping some of the very cold syrup onto my breasts. 

“Oh!” I gasped in surprise, leaning my head back. “You’re going to make a mess,” I giggled breathlessly. 

“I fucking hope so. I love making messes,” he practically purred before starting to aggressively lick it off. “Goddamn, this is good.”

After eating it all off my stomach, he spread my legs open. He held my gaze as he dotted my thighs above the stockings. I spread my legs as wide as they could be with my knees bent. He put the syrup away somewhere safe before licking it off my skin purposefully slow. When he was done, he started to reach for a strawberry, but I stopped him. I sat up and pushed him onto his back. 

“My turn,” I smiled. I offered him a bite of cake before taking a nibble for myself. Scooping up the white cream with my finger, I dragged it from the center of his chest to his belly button. He leaned his head back, smiling as he closed his eyes while I kissed it away. Getting more on my finger, I dragged it over his growing erection. I licked it off playfully, making sure it was perfectly clean. Then I got a fresh strawberry, bringing it to his lips. He ate it slowly, holding my gaze again. His bright blue eyes were so intense. He made me feel like I was on fire. 

“Mm, I think that cake is becoming one of my favorite forms of aftercare too, Isabella,” he teased, sitting up swiftly to kiss me. His hands were firm against my skin as he held my lower back.

By the time we were done, there was syrup all over the sheets, blankets, and I was sticky from head to toe. Pink dotted my tights. All of the cake had been eaten, as well as all the trimmings. Jasper called the front desk for bed linens while I started the water in the shower. He came to stand behind me, his blond curls wild. He was sticky, too, and my lipstick was still all over his face.  

“You did that on purpose,” he teased as he leaned forward to look at his skin in the mirror.

"Damn right, I sure did," I replied back. His hand connected with my ass, making me giggle again. I was in a fantastic mood.  

“I had lipstick on my dick for three days after the last time. I want you to know that,” he said very seriously. “I scrubbed, too. A lot.”

"Oh, no!" I laughed. "Here. I've got some wipes that'll get it off." 

I pranced off to my purse to go get my makeup remover. When I came back, he was taking a picture with his phone of the lipstick prints. I smiled to myself. 

“Come here. I want a picture.” He held his hand out to me. 

I flushed bright red. “I’m a mess!”

"That's why I want it!' He laughed cheerfully. I rolled my eyes but came in close to him. He wrapped one of his big arms around me so you couldn't see anything naughty in the picture. "Give me a kiss on the cheek," he commanded smoothly. I turned to face him and slowly gave him what he wanted, his other hand going to my ass. He took several photos in the process. "Perfect," he chuckled afterward.  

He put his phone down and brought me into a kiss. Jasper actually smiled against my mouth, then sighed as if all the stress left his body all at once. His arms curled around my waist, crushing me into his hard, sticky chest. 

Jasper was right. It was perfect. The whole night had been. 


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Locke. Chapter Six: Barbeque at the Brandon's

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Chapter Six: Barbeque at the Brandon's


Another two weeks passed, and Jasper and I never really stopped talking. Whenever one of us would have a second, we would reply back to whatever the other had sent. Sometimes, when one of us was bored, we would send each other a long string of memes and other fun things. Chatting with him was quickly becoming one of my favorite things.   

It was another Sunday, and I went to church with Alice and her family. They were going to have a big get together afterward, and everyone they knew was invited to it. I made a half a dozen dishes to take since it was a potluck, spending all day Saturday cooking. I didn't really have any family anymore, so I always enjoyed doing these sorts of things when I could.   

We were in the middle of lunch when I got the message, “are you free tonight?” 

I actually giggled at my phone happily, biting my bottom lip.

"Oh, what's that look, Ms. Bella?" Mr. Brandon, Alice's dad, who was an old, pudgy southern man from Mississippi with a round face and two chins, teased over his ribs that he had slow cooked all day. He had barbeque sauce on his cheeks. He was a sweet person, a youth minister and a retired principal.   

I shook my head quickly and flushed, smiling a little to myself. I couldn’t hide my excitement even if I wanted to. “Oh, it’s nothing. It just looks like I might have a date tonight.”

"Jasper?" Alice said excitedly. I nodded my head with a big grin, and she fist-bumped me. "Yes! Go girl!" 

"Oh, who's Jasper?" Alice's grandmother asked, sipping her iced tea. I had known her family for a decade, and they were all just as invested in my love life as Alice's. She was one of the first people I met in Texas during college. I was one of their many ‘adopted’ kids.  

My best friend grinned wildly, wiggling her shoulders in excitement. “He’s a psychologist who works for the FBI. And he is made of all kinds of sexy. Just every kind!” 

“Alice!” I snapped, covering my eyes with both of my hands. Her mother and grandmother laughed. “Okay, yeah. He is very… attractive,” I agreed quietly. 

"How attractive?" Her grandmother continued, smirking as she did. She took a slice of cornbread and put it onto her plate. Her granddaughter wordlessly passed her the butter.  

“He’s so tall and handsome. Blonde and blue-eyed. Muscled. Wears a suit all day. Mm-mmm-mm,” Alice hummed. “It’s the suits that get me.” Her mother nodded with her in agreement, and her father rolled his eyes. 

"But he's more than that! He's charming and funny. So sweet and a gentleman. And he's well-read. God, is there anything sexier than a man with a book?" I moaned, looking at my best friend as I placed my hand on my heart. She shook her head, and we both kind of sighed in unison.   

“How long have you been dating this sexy, well-read, psychologist?” Mrs. Brandon asked curiously. 

“We’re not really seeing each other exclusively. He travels too much for work. We’ve only met up twice. We have been talking a lot lately, though,” I explained to her meekly.  

“He can’t stop talking about you,” Alice teased. “We’re friends. That’s how they met. And he keeps thanking me,” she told her family.

“No, he doesn’t,” I laughed at her teasing. 

“He did, like... just two days ago,” she said as she pulled out her phone, scrolling back just a little. When she found it, she handed it over to me. The message read, “I can’t tell you how much I enjoy talking to Bella. Thank you so much again for convincing her to speak to me.” It was sent very early in the morning. 

Two days before we had chatted for three solid hours in the evening after he had gotten off. I stayed up until I could barely keep my eyes open, and I still didn't want to stop even then.  

"Wow," I mumbled as I bit my lip. Heat crawled up my neck as I swallowed. "See! What a sweetheart. Um, if you'll excuse me for a moment, I'm going to run to the restroom." I quickly stood up from my chair and headed towards the guest bathroom.  

“To message your boyfriend?” Mr. Brandon asked sarcastically. 

"Yup," I said back just as sassily. I leaned down to kiss the top of his bald head as I passed, and he patted my arm gently.  

I sat on the side of the bathtub, locking the door so I could have some privacy. “I am. Where are you right now?”

It beeped in my hand right away. “Phoenix. I should be back in town in a few hours. Do you mind meeting later tonight? Eight?”

“That’s fine. I don’t have anywhere to be tomorrow.”

“Good. Neither do I. We can take our time,” he replied. 

“God, if you were rushing last time, how is my ass going to handle it?” I asked back brassily. 

“Oh, I think your ass will handle it just fine. I think I could work you over much harder than I do, but I’m not sure I could without being too loud. Or having to buy some special equipment.” 

I shivered, closing my eyes as I thought about all the special things he could use on me. “What would you want to buy?” I asked curiously. 

“Naughty Isabella, I shouldn’t be texting about this while around my colleagues. What if they see, hm?”

“Then you can punish me… Maybe with whatever thing you want to buy.” I smiled to myself. 

“lol Damn. You really are naughty today. And your fine ass will pay for it later. But I need to go actually. I’ll text you when I get settled.”

“Have a safe flight.”

I sat in the bathroom for a little while to calm my nerves.

I had a mixed plate of leftovers to take with me made by Alice’s grandmother. Tanya and Edward were on the couch when I got home, heavily making out. I kind of groaned to myself and moved towards the kitchen without looking at them. Then I rushed off towards the bathroom. 

“Hey! Where are you going?” Tanya laughed, lifting off her boyfriend and sitting up. “You alright?”

“Oh! Yeah! I just have to get ready. I have a thing tonight,” I said distractedly. I took off one shoe and threw it into my room, knocking something over. I made a little face. Then I tossed the other. I didn’t care. 

“A thing with your doctor?” She asked excitedly. 

“Yeah.” I peeled off my socks next. I leaned against the door frame so as not to fall over.  “As you were,” I mumbled, hurrying into the bathroom. 

As I got ready, I thought about our last time together. It was unreal. I packed a bag of toys again, bringing a different selection. They were all things he had liked on his list. Maybe they were one of the things he wanted to buy.

Then I remembered his reaction to the cookies that I had brought for him. It was so sweet, almost pure. He said that he didn't get a chance to eat homemade food very often. I knew I was an excellent cook, and I could fix that.   

So, while dressed in a button-down shirt, a black short pleated skirt, and knee socks, I padded into the kitchen to make Jasper a plate just before I left. The lovebirds were watching television with the lights dimmed. They didn’t even glance at me as I shuffled behind the couch to avoid walking in front of the screen. 

I had made extras to eat for the next couple of days of my own food. I didn’t want to give him anything other than my own for some reason. Even if the ribs were good. So fried chicken, garlic potatoes, macaroni salad, marinated tomatoes, and coleslaw went into individual containers. It was enough for two meals, probably. I wasn’t sure how much he ate. Jasper was a big man. If he didn’t finish it in one sitting, maybe he could have it for dinner and lunch. I also gave him a massive slice of pineapple upside-down cake that I had made the day before. I wasn’t sure if he had a microwave, so everything was good cold, I figured. He always had a fridge. He talked about it before in passing when discussing how much it had to suck living out of a hotel. As a last-minute thought, I also made a container of sweet tea. 

I had to stretch up on my toes to get some of the take-out forks we had stashed away. They were the kind in wrappers with salt and pepper. I had to hop up, snatching two of them.  

“Oh, wow,” Edward mumbled as he came into the kitchen. He walked passed me to get a soda from the refrigerator.

“What?” I asked distractedly, putting some napkins in the bag next.  

“You look great,” he replied. I stopped to look at him finally, my cheeks heating up at the sudden compliment from him. Edward didn’t really look at me. Ever. “I like your outfit.”

“Oh. Thank you! That’s… so nice,” I giggled awkwardly. 

“I’ve never seen you show off so much skin before. You must like this guy,” he commented offhandedly. 

I shrugged, looking away from him. “Um, yeah. I do.”

“You should show off more often.” He popped the top and took a sip of his drink. Edward wasn’t a shy man with what he thought about a woman’s appearance. It was his job, after all, to fix their imperfections. I didn’t know how to handle it.  

Tanya popped her head in to see what we were talking about. “Oh, you do look nice! Edward’s right. You should show off more. You’ve got such a cute ass.”

Her boyfriend chuckled. “I hadn’t noticed, actually. I thought it was her legs that were looking good tonight. Turn around and let me see,” he teased dryly. 

I kind of gasped and laughed, turning around so that my rear was pressed against the counter. “Oh, my god. Stop. You’re going to make me change.”

“No! Why?” Tanya laughed. She clicked her tongue. “Edward, stop being a pig!”

“You complimented it first! I can’t look?” He quipped before he turned to me, reaching out to gently touch my arm. “I’m sorry. I’m joking. Don’t change. You look lovely. Seriously.”

“Thanks,” I breathed out weakly. “I need to finish getting ready to go. I don’t want to be late.” Then I rushed out of the room as fast as I could. 

“Oh, she does have a cute ass in that skirt,” I heard him say cheekily to his girlfriend. I also heard her playful smack and his laugh. 

I knew something was different as soon as Jasper opened the door. His body was stiff, his face red with stress and anger. I was right on time. The closest I had ever been, only a minute or so before. He didn't say anything as he stepped aside. I went inside, swallowing slowly.  

I straightened my shoulders and held the bag that I had brought for him out in front of me. He came to stand before me, his nose wrinkling as he examined me slowly. His mouth was a straight, rigid line. “What’s this?” He said sharply. 

I didn’t say anything. There wasn’t going to be any fun or games. I wasn’t going to break any rules if I could help it. 

“Speak!” He snapped, making me jump. 

“The last time I was here, you said that you don’t get to eat homemade food very often. So, I made you a plate.” I opened the bag to show him. “It’s chicken. Um, fried. A little spicy. A leg, thigh, and a breast. There is a creamy macaroni salad with ranch and bacon, garlic roasted red potatoes. Um… what else? Oh! Marinated cucumbers and tomatoes. And for dessert, cake. And sweet tea,” I explained, babbling and more nervous than I was the first time I met up with him. “I wasn’t sure if you had a microwave, so everything should be good cold. And there are forks, napkins, salt, pepper, and a little hot sauce packets.” I held the bag up. “I wanted to bring you dinner, sir.”

“I…” He stopped. His face completely changed. The red drained from his forehead, his eyes getting wider with surprise. His lips parted as he took in a slow breath. “Oh. Wow. That’s… That’s a lot, Isabella.”

Jasper took the bag from me, looking inside. “Wow,” he repeated. Looking down at the back then back at me, he said, “thank you.”

“You’re welcome, sir,” I breathed. I wanted to reach out and touch him, hold him. I stayed in my spot.  

He went to put the food away, looking at everything as he did. He was smiling to himself, kneeling on the floor by the small hidden fridge. When he was done, he stood and dusted his hands off. His eyes looked me over, focusing on my legs and the knee socks. He licked his bottom lip slowly. This was more like the man I had left last time.  

I decided to take off my coat and neatly fold it for him. I sat it beside the television, along with my purse. I pulled out the bag of toys for him to use if he wanted to, unzipping it so he could easily see inside. 

Jasper walked towards me slowly, his hand lifting my chin so that he could kiss me. Deeply, slowly. I brought my hands up automatically, and he took them into one of his big ones, holding my wrists. My eyes fluttered closed at his sweetness. I wasn't sure how long we kissed like that.  

When we finally pulled apart, he walked behind me. His nose skimmed my neck gently before he pecked several kisses along my ear, making me shiver. "Oh, Isabella, you have no idea how lucky you are. I was in a foul mood when you arrived, and I was going to absolutely destroy your ass. But your little offering has pleased me greatly.” He ran a gentle finger over my throat, over the vein that thumped there. “It brings me so much pleasure to know that you think about taking care of me, even when we’re not together. My sweet little slut.” He smiled against my cheek, kissing it. “So, I’m going to let you decide what we’re going to do tonight.” He gently kissed my cheek once more. “Tell me what you’d like me to do to you.” His arms squeezed around my waist, holding me tightly to him. 

"I'd like for you to absolutely destroy my ass, sir," I whispered, biting my bottom lip a little. His arms tightened, and I smiled, rocking against him a little bit. I felt him grin against my cheek again. He took in a deep breath and sighed in pleasure.   

Jasper chuckled softly. “Mm. Yes. Yes, I think I will. And I’ll enjoy it even more now because I know that’s exactly what you want.”

Three hours later, he released my hands and ended the scene. I rolled into him, covered in sweat and my ass more bruised than it had ever been with him. It was much harder than we had ever gone before, and I had never felt better. He brought me to him, kissing my mouth almost savagely. Both of his hands went to my face, brushing his thumbs along my temples when we pulled away for air.  

“Are you okay?” I asked. 

"Yeah, I'm fine," he quickly tried to shake me off, but I put my hand on his cheek. His bright blue eyes focused on mine. "I just… It was a bad day at work. That's all." 

“You said when you have a bad day… sometimes people die.”

He put his hand on mine. His eyes couldn’t meet mine, turning his face into my palm slightly. “I did,” he breathed. 

I swallowed. “Can you tell me what happened?” 

He kind of laughed brokenly, looking down. His hand went to my waist, squeezing it gently. “You don’t want to know. It’s okay.”

“I do!” I promised. “Tell me.”

“I can’t tell you everything, but-” He paused. “Do you remember how I was in Albany a while back?”

“Yeah, you were there for a week.”

Jasper took a deep breath. “I was there because there had been, up until that point, four murders of black sex workers. All of them very young, most underage. It’s been spread out over the past six months. I thought we had a good suspect. A pompous little rich kid.”

“But,” I said quietly. 

He swallowed, closing his eyes as his head rested against the pillow. “But another sex worker was found dead a couple of hours ago. And he’s not our guy. I’m going to have to fly out in the morning. She… she was only sixteen. I- I should have-” He almost sounded as if he was about to cry, shaking his head. 

“It’s not your fault!” I said quickly, pushing myself against him. “Oh, Jasper. No! You can’t-” I stopped, unsure of what to say. I kissed him again, my fingers going to his hair as I held him to me. “You can’t blame yourself for the actions of someone else.”

"I can't help but think if I did my job better, she'd still be alive. She was a kid, Bella. She was barely not a baby, and she was selling herself just to get by," he stopped, shaking his head again as he got more upset. "They- They did things to her. They tortured her. She suffered for maybe days. They tied her up. Beat her. Am I a monster for what I did to you tonight?" He looked at me in almost panic, blurting the words out.

“No!” I nearly shouted, sitting up. I pushed him onto his back and straddled his waist. “How can you even compare yourself to a killer?”

“I want to hurt you!”

“No, you don’t! If you wanted to hurt me, you could kill me right now. You could strangle me easily with your bare hands.” I put them on my throat. “I trust you completely. I trust you with my life.”

“Should you?”

Slowly he began to squeeze. I never flinched. He changed our positions so that he was on top of me, his hands getting tighter and tighter. My eyes never left his. His hands began to tremble at my throat, loosening before he lunged at me for a forceful kiss. 

After, he laid his forehead against mine, closing his eyes as his thumbs ran along my chin. “Jasper, I want you to do the things you do to me. I’m here willingly. I’m here because I want to be with you. You’re not hurting me. You make me feel like I never have before.”

"Me too," he whispered, kissing me again. Laying beside me, he put his head beside mine on the pillow. "Um… Would you like to stay and have a late dinner with me? There is a ton of food there, and I have to fly out in the morning now. I don't want it to go to waste. It looks amazing." 

“I’d love to,” I smiled. “Then I’ll go so you can at least get a little sleep.” 

“Could you stay? I don’t want to be alone tonight.” He looked so vulnerable. 

“Yeah, of course. Maybe we can engage in my favorite form of aftercare…” I said coyly as I stroked his cheek.  

He smiled just a little bit in return. “And what’s that?” 

“Cuddling while eating cake.”

“That’s very specific, but who am I to deny you the attention you need,” he said teasingly before kissing me again this time with a smile.  



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Locke. Chapter Five: The Indigo

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Chapter Five: The Indigo


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


I didn’t have the time to get ready as I had before. Between batches of cookies, I got showered, dressed, and did my makeup and hair at the kitchen table with Alice. Before I left, I packed a bag with toys and the supplies that I bought last time. I also put a couple of bags of each kind of cookie into a random tin that we had for Jasper. It was blue with stars on it. It was probably from Christmas. 

This time I wore a white button-down shirt with a tight black pencil skirt that went past my knees. Underneath was a simple white cotton set of lingerie. My hair was pulled up at the top of my head in a bun. I decided to wear bright red lipstick this time. I was feeling a lot more confident than I did before.

“You look like you’re about to reenact a scene from The Secretary,” Alice teased as we walked down to her car. She had agreed to drive me there to save me the cash. I had helped her out all day, it was the least she could do, she said. I wasn’t going to turn her down.  

“This is better than any movie,” I told her breathlessly, fanning myself dramatically. She laughed, nodding her head in agreement. 

The hotel wasn't what I was expecting it to be after the last one. This one was more modern. The walls were dotted with pop art, and purple lights were glowing in the halls to the elevators. Indie music played over the speakers quietly.   

When I got to the door, there was no hesitation from me. I knocked instantly.

Jasper opened the door a half-second later and smiled when he took in my appearance. "Good evening, Isabella. Right on time. Come in." 

I strode past him boldly into the room, my chest out, and my shoulders back. When the lock clicked, it just made me more excited. Holding my chin high, I waited for his instructions. Quickly he came behind me, removing my thin coat and taking my purse to put on the dresser beside the television. He was wearing the same outfit from before, looking just as delicious.   

He came to stand in front of me, holding my chin so that my eyes would meet his. “You’re looking like quite the fantasy this evening, Isabella. Did you know what you were going to do to me when you chose this outfit?”

I smirked a little, then I nodded. He chuckled at my attitude, walking behind me. Gently, he began to kiss along my ear before blowing across it with a tiny sigh. "Oh, yes. I feel better already," he mumbled as he pulled me tightly against him. His nose skimmed up the back of my neck, breathing in deeply.  

“I trust that I don’t have to explain my feelings towards noises again tonight, Isabella.” I shook my head. He pecked at my skin at the nape of my neck that was exposed by my collar. “Good.” 

He walked around me, going to his laptop. Jasper chose a song this time, putting it on repeat. I recognized it from the list from the time before. “Tonight, you won’t cum until I tell you to. If you do, you won’t be able to sit comfortably for a week. Do you understand?” I nodded my head vigorously. 

I was going to cum everywhere. Multiple times. I was looking forward to sleeping on my stomach. 

Jasper made his way behind me again. His hands migrated over my hips, sliding up my stomach to my breasts. He pressed his nose into my hair as he began to work my nipples until they were hard through the fabric. When he moved them, I actually rocked against him. One of his arms wrapped around my waist while the other went to my hair and pulled out the bun. He freed it from its bobby pins, putting them to the side. He breathed in my scent deeply before his teeth moved over my ear roughly. 

“So, should I take you over my knee for dressing like a temptress? Purposefully trying to entice me like the slut we both know you are.” His hand around my waist pulled me tighter. I nodded my head, closing my eyes as I enjoyed his touch. He chuckled again a little, unbuttoning the top three buttons of my shirt to show off my cleavage. Gingerly, he pulled my hair away from my neck and bit deeply into it, sliding his hand underneath the fabric. I gasped loudly despite myself, my head falling back against his shoulder. “You taste so fucking good,” he growled in my ear. 

Snatching a whole handful of my hair, he pulled me towards a metal and leather bench in front of the bed. Yanking me down, he had me over his lap in a matter of seconds. 

“Showing your ass off like a whore.” He smacked my upper thighs through the skirt. Squeezing a tight handful of my cheek, he moved to the other side. “Do you like it when men look at you in tight clothes, Isabella?” He struck me again. “Answer me, slut.”

“Yes, sir.”

His strong hand moved between my legs, gripping me roughly. Jasper spanked me so hard that I jolted in his lap. Over and over again, his palm connected. I bit my lip, smiling to myself as I enjoyed what I was sure was just going to be the warm-up. His other hand slid up to my back, pushing my hair away from my face so he could see my expression. His fingers tickled the back of my knee, pushing my skirt up just a little.  

“Stand up.”

My legs wobbled as I came to my feet. He stood, towering over me. Jasper lifted my eyes to look up at him, tilting my head so that my hair fell down my back. 

“These lips. These slutty red lips. Did you want me to use your mouth? Is that why you painted them like a whore?”

I nodded a little. He clicked his tongue in false disappointment, moving his thumb just underneath my mouth. With his other hand, he pulled out his belt slowly. “Put your hands on the bench.” I did so confidently, arching my back a little. 

Jasper slid his hand over my shoulder, following it down the curve of my ass as he came to stand to my side. He traced the back of my knees with his belt, considering what he wanted to do with me. The anticipation was making my hands shake a little. 

“This is more evocative than if you were bare naked in front of me, I swear,” he mumbled, striking me with the belt. My head lolled back against my shoulder, closing my eyes as he gave me what I needed. “Especially when you’re enjoying it so much.” Five hits in a row connected, jarring me a little. I stiffened my elbows, biting my lip. “Don’t mess up your lipstick, whore. I want it pretty when you kiss my cock.” It popped from my teeth. The belt struck just between my legs, my mouth opening wide in pleasure. 

He brought my skirt over my ass finally, and the air felt too cold. My muscles were already singing, and we had barely gotten started. 

“Innocent white. I’m not surprised. You try so hard to look chaste.” He belted me. Then again. Again. Again. Again. Again. It was in a stinging rhythm. Delicious, purposeful, unrelenting. 

"Take off your shirt." I hurriedly unbuttoned my white blouse, and he helped me remove it from my shoulders. Jasper took it to my purse. "Shoes and skirt now." 

When I was done, I stood in my bra and panties in front of the bench.  

“Fuck. All you need are the matching knee socks, Isabella,” he cooed. Jasper came to stand behind me, his denim-covered erection stabbing into my panties. His fingers quickly worked off my bra, pulling it away. “What shall I do with a naughty girl like you, hm?”

Anything you want, sir. 

"Put your hands on the bench again." I did, and the leather seat seemed plush under my palms. His fingers moved between my legs, rubbing the wet cotton against my clit. My legs stiffened. "You're so wet. You better not cum yet." He moved the panties to the side, his fingers against me. It felt amazing. My mouth hung open again. When I was almost there, he pulled away, and his hand smacked my ass.  

With my wet lips exposed to the air, he began to spank me again in earnest. I started to shake with the effort of staying upright and not orgasming when the leather would drag against my vulnerable skin.

He pulled away, and I could see out of the corner of my eye that he was getting undressed. Jasper crawled in front of me so that he was on his knees on the bed. Almost sweetly his pushing my hair out of my eyes.  

“Use those pretty lips and kiss my cock. Thank it for the pleasure it’s about to give you.”

I was happy to oblige, kissing his head, shaft, and base over and over again. I was leaving lipstick prints all over it. 

"Open your mouth," he commanded as he yanked my hair back in a fistful. When I did, he slid inside until he hit the back of my throat. With one hand in my curls and the other on my cheek, he fucked my mouth relentlessly. When he pulled away with a little pop from my lips, he brought to the condom wrapper to my wet mouth. I eagerly kissed it. 

When he came to stand behind me, his probing fingers pushed my panties to the side again. Jasper rubbed my clit gently. A loud shuddering breath echoed in my chest. Only a second later, he drove inside of me hard. His warm hands smoothed over my panties, going to my hips to pull me back on him. I wanted to bounce back on him so hard.

“I can feel your pussy tightening around me. You’re so close, aren’t you?” I nodded. He pulled out and slammed back in, making me squeak very quietly. I wasn’t sure if he even heard it. “Am I going to have to punish you?” He pushed again, both of his hands pulling me back. I nodded my head, bouncing back against him as really I wanted. 

Jasper smacked me hard, pumping into me furiously. My nails dug into the leather, my elbows buckling a little under the pounding. A moment before I was going to cum, he pulled out of me. His belt cut across my thighs. 

I called out in surprise, cum soaking my panties. His hand spanked between my legs several times, extending my orgasm. He continued until it dripped down my thighs to my knees. 

“I knew you’d get messier if I told you not to,” he whispered in my ear. “Get on the bed. Sit on the end.” 

Scrambling to the spot, he shoved me back forcefully after putting a tie around my eyes. His strong hands yanked my legs apart. He began to lick my panties between my thighs, humming in pleasure. 

“So, it doesn’t stop once it gets started, hm?” He questioned. I nodded. “It’s time to cum, Isabella.” He pulled my panties off. He dragged the wet material between my breasts. “They don’t look so innocent now.” 

Jasper took my ankle, rubbing it gently before wrapping a tie around each. Then he got off the bed. My legs were spread wide, tying my feet to the bench. They were as far apart as they could be comfortably. I couldn’t bend my knees if I wanted to. I felt open and exposed. 

His smooth finger moved over my lips, cupping me. “This is mine.” He struck me there. “It cums when I tell it to.” Again. Again. “This is my pussy. My pussy is going to soak the bed just like she did her chaste little panties.”

I was already dripping all over his hand. Every word was pushing me further. His fingers moved inside of me, curling in just the right spot. I squeaked again, cumming hard as I rocked in place. 

"Damn. Yeah. Like that, Isabella," he cooed, his whole palm rubbing against my clit hard. It's like every action and word opened me up more, taking me away again and again. I totally relaxed, my body tensing with my orgasms, reminding me about how he worked me over earlier. I was entirely focused on my body and his hands, the feelings washing over me.  

And then his lips touched me. 

As soon as his tongue drag over my sensitive clit, my fingers knotted in his hair and my ass actually bounced hard off the bed. My head fell back, my whole body practically vibrating. He growled against my skin before attacking me, sucking it into his mouth so he could run his teeth over it. 

"Oh, fuck!" I called out as I came so violently I almost jerked away.  

He slapped my face hard before his hot palm went over my mouth. “Do I need to gag you?” I shook my head quickly, annoyed with myself that I had given him what he wanted so easily. “I don’t believe you.” The tip of his cock went to my lips as he straddled my face. “Think you can keep quiet with something in your mouth?”

Jasper began to lick me again, his hips rocking as he fucked my mouth once more. I could taste the condom for the first minute before it slowly faded away until I could taste only him. I became lost in my actions, my body giving him what he wanted, whether I wanted it to or not. I had no control over it, but he did. I was in heaven.  

“Oh, god,” he breathed as he pulled out of my mouth, sitting upon his knees over me. He very purposefully came all over my face, open mouth, and chest. He groaned in pleasure. “Damn. That is so good.”

He shifted so that be was between my legs. With light kisses on the top of my foot, he untied my legs. He bent my knees when he did, pushing them up as he leaned down to begin to eat me again while sitting on the bench in front of the bed. My fingers went into his hair, jerking as I enjoyed his aggressive mouth. He was not gentle, nipping and sucking hard enough to probably leave hickies.  

When I came this time, I arched off the bed until I was actually sitting up. I was practically hugging his head to my body, shaking violently. Then he pulled away, and I fell back with both arms above my head. 

The bed shifted as he came to lay down beside me. His gentle fingers stroked my stomach softly, his warm lips on my cheek as he lightly kissed it. "I'm going to remove your blindfold. When I do, the scene will be over, and I'd like you to speak and move freely. Do you understand?"  

I nodded, and the mask came off.  

Instantly I giggled happily, rolling into him. His arms greeted me, pulling me to his solid chest. I didn’t ask for a kiss this time. Instead, I just kissed him. Jasper hummed in pleasure, his big hand going to my ass to grip it. I squeaked against his mouth. 

“Are you okay?” He asked when I pulled away. I flopped against the pillow. 

“I feel phenomenal.” 

“Me too.” He kissed me again, his hand on my cheek as his thumb brushed over my temple. “Want to take a shower with me, messy girl?” I nodded my head vigorously, making him chuckle. I smiled brightly in return. 

He turned the water on in the shower to warm up. “Put your hands on the counter. Let me check you out. I don’t think I did any damage.” Jasper began to examine my skin, running his fingers over it as he did. 

“No, I don’t think so. My panties were on for all of the spankings,” I said with a little sigh of happiness in my voice. He chuckled. “What?”

“Nothing. I understand exactly how you feel right now,” he mumbled, kind of smirking to himself. “I’ll still rub something on there just in case.”

“Thank you.”

His fingers gripped me again. “Trust me. My pleasure.”

The water was so relaxing. He was very tender with me. It was lovely. Afterward, he helped to dry me off with the fluffy soft white towel. "So, if I ask nicely, next time will you wear that bra and panties with some white knee socks?" He questioned as he dried off my thighs. Jasper was looking up at me with a naughty smile. 

“Will there be a next time?” I asked lightly, brushing his naturally blond hair out of his eyes. It had turned a shade of light brown in the water. The ends were reverting back yellow as it dried. I didn’t want to stop touching him. 

“I sincerely hope so.” He glanced up at me again from his kneeling position, getting the other thigh. He slowly stood to his full height until he towered over me once more. He was so beautiful, his body perfect. 

“I’m honestly still surprised you wanted to see me again,” I said with a little self-conscious laugh, rubbing my hand over my stomach. “I wanted to, but I didn’t think we would.”

He cocked his head to the side slightly. “Why? I thought I had made it pretty clear that I wanted to play again, too.”

“You did. But… I mean, come on! Look at you and look at me. Don’t you see a difference?” I questioned. 

He crossed his arms over his bare chest. "I'm looking at you, and I don't know what you're talking about." 

I looked away, blushing. "You are a buff cop, and I'm a chubby-" 

“You’re beautiful!” Jasper cut me off quickly. 

“I never said I wasn’t,” I told him confidently. “The two aren’t mutually exclusive, you know. I’m just smart enough to know that, normally, your type doesn’t go for me, though. It’s okay. It’s just a fact.” 

“Honestly, I only work out because there are only so many hours you can stare at a hotel ceiling at night. And I need to be fit for my job. I get what you’re saying, but-” he paused, licking his lips as he considered his words. “You happen to be my type.”

I laughed, not believing him. "And what is that type, exactly? Hm?" I leaned against the counter, my hands on the edge. I wanted to know precisely what type I was to him.   

“I like brunettes with dark eyes. Full breasts,” his fingers skimmed over the curve of my chest as he spoke, “thick thighs. A big ass.” He smiled. I giggled, looking away from him as I blushed again. “I prefer my women on the curvier side. I want something supple under my hands. Everything about my life is hard. I want the girl that I’m lucky enough to spend time with to be soft.”

A shiver ran down my spine, my hand going to his cheek so that I could pull him down for a kiss. He brought me closer, his hands gripping my shoulders until they slid down to my own. 

“So, knee socks next time?” I breathed out softly as he began to peck at my lips. He brought my arms around his neck before lifting me up on the countertop. 

“Yes, please.” We kissed there for several minutes. He was flushed, his lips wet when we pulled apart. Jasper was hard again. “I don’t suppose you’d like to play some more? Maybe do another scene?”

“I’d love to,” I said innocently, batting my eyelashes. “Maybe you’ll make me scream this time.”

“I got close last time,” he replied as he trailed his hand down my stomach. 

I giggled breathlessly. “Yes, you did. Oh, by the way, I brought a little bag of toys for us to use. If you want to.” 

His smile grew wider. “Get your fine ass out there and go get that bag, Isabella. Then go lay on the bench on your stomach.” Jasper slapped it hard as I went. I giggled again happily. 

After a couple more hours and another shower, I got dressed to leave. I was sore all over, and I was pleased about it. When I put the toy bag away, I pulled out the tin I had brought for Jasper.  

“I brought you a gift,” I told him, tapping my nail on it to get his attention. “It’s a bunch of those cookies I was telling you about. I baked them this morning, so they’re nice and fresh.” 

Jasper came to stand beside me, taking it slowly. He opened it and lifted it to his nose. He breathed in deeply, moaning softly. “I wondered why you smelt so good earlier. I forgot you were baking today. These look incredible. Thank you.”

“They taste pretty good too,” I said with a smile, bumping my hip into him. “You’re welcome. Enjoy.”

“This is awesome. I don’t remember the last time I ate something homemade,” he said very quietly. Jasper seemed genuinely touched by the gesture. He brought me in for a kiss, then pulled away with a funny look on his face. “Oh, and that explains why you tasted so good, too.”

“Did I taste like powdered sugar?” I teased. I had been covered in it at several points in the day, even after my shower.  

“Yes, actually.” I giggled. “I loved it,” he continued to tease me. 

“I’ll remember to add that to my beauty routine. A light dusting before every date.” I mimed putting powder on my cheeks and chest. He chuckled warmly. 

"Well, I've never thought about powdered sugar as one of the foods that I'd used in a scene, but I can see now that I've been missing out. Strawberries, a little whipped cream, and chocolate. A good sprinkle of powdered sugar." I giggled again. "Sounds like a good dessert to me. I'd love to eat it off of you right now." 

“Down, boy. I’m already walking funny,” I joked as he helped me put my coat on. He pulled my hair out from the collar, kissing my cheek. “I’d love to do a scene with food, though. Sometime soon?”

"Yeah. Sounds good. Maybe when I have a couple of days in a row off, so I have more time to prepare. Next time, feel free to bring any toys you want to play with. I don't have anything because I can't travel with it." 

We walked out to the lobby as we waited for my car arrived. When it did, he opened the door for me. Jasper slowly leaned down to kiss me before allowing me to slip inside. 

“Goodnight, Isabella,” he said when he pulled away.  

This time I didn’t look back because I knew that I would be seeing him again.         


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