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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? 

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


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11/24/2019

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11/23/2019

Locke. Epilogue: Knife

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Epilogue: Knife


“Once again, thank you for coming in to speak with us,” the special agent that I had spoken to three separate times before repeated as we both stood from the table. We shook hands. The sessions were getting shorter and shorter, but they wanted to make sure everything was done by the books on the King Case, and I couldn’t blame them. If they had questions, even if I wasn’t useful, I would answer them honestly. All I had was my meager research, and they already had all of it.  

“Of course. I’m happy to help in any way that I can,” I replied sincerely, following her to the door.  

It had been a month since King’s arrest, and they had linked several more missing girls to him after searching his hidden little cabin in the woods, including some of the names on my list. The home, by the way, was owned by the King family. Royce enjoyed talking. And no one was going to get him to stop, apparently, from what Jasper said. Sam was keeping him in the loop. He was glad that he didn’t have to be here for this part. His partner was having trouble sleeping.  

He hadn’t told anyone about Bree Tanner. 

We stayed in Albany for about a week after the incident. Jasper convinced his family to leave after a couple of days with Rosalie’s help. Though she didn’t mind the vacation, she was ready to get home to her husband. Her brother wasn’t hurting that badly, and their mother was going to drive them insane. 

We flew home the day after the funeral of the Swat team member that died in the standoff. He was a senior officer and was one of the first inside the building. Jasper didn’t know him personally, but it obviously caused him distress. He saw the murder happen and said that it replayed in his mind often. He took a pain pill and drank a martini before going to sleep for ten hours after the service. I had to wake him up to make sure that we got to the airport on time. But I didn’t mind. I liked taking care of him. He was going to therapy to help with the trauma.  

Jasper was standing in front of the FBI office, waiting for me. It was a pleasantly cool day in the low sixties. February was already looking spring-like in Dallas. He was wearing nice slacks and a light blue button-down with no tie, just a blazer over it. He was leaning against a retaining wall under a tree, sunglasses in place, with his FBI-badge pinned onto his lapel. 

My heels clicked against the pavement as I strode towards him purposefully. When he heard them, he turned to look at me and smiled. Jasper straightened up and fixed his jacket before offering me his arm. 

“Good afternoon, Ms. Swan.”

“Dr. Hale,” I returned sweetly, slipping my arm around his. “How was your time in the hyperbaric chamber today?”

He shrugged his right shoulder. “It’s like taking the best nap in a weird metal coffin. It makes me feel like a vampire. Especially when I come out all refreshed.”

I giggled at his joke, resting my temple against his shoulder as we walked. “Could be worse.” 

“It could be. But I only have three more appointments, and they say that I’ll be all done.”

I glanced up at him in surprise. “Next week?”

Nodding, Jasper smirked at me. “Next Friday should be my last. I am almost not holey.” 

Snorting, I shook my head. I had spent the month of January up close and personal with his new holes, and we were both glad that they were going away. Much to his horror, I acted as his nurse, and I was hard to scare in this mode. It didn’t bother me, though. I helped my father with far more disgusting things. Jasper might have liked pain, but he didn’t like it when his little girl shoved cotton into his exit wound. The one under his arm was healing beautifully, but the one above his heart was bigger and going to take longer. 

“So, it looks like we still might get to go on that Mexican vacation.”

“If the FBI lets me,” he mumbled before shaking his head. He might have been on a medical leave of absence until the first of March, but they still wanted to talk to him about the King Case. They had a lot of questions about me, understandably. There was so much paperwork to fill out, too. “I’m not going to plan any travel until the doctors release me, anyway. I don’t want to jinx it. But I think that I would like to celebrate a little tonight.”

“Oh? How?” I questioned as we walked up to his brand new shiny marine blue BMW. It was an M8 coupe, which I only knew because Justin kept talking about it. We had gone to dinner with his parents a few times, at Caroline’s insistence. When Jasper started working again, he decided that he would get a used SUV. He wanted to treat himself. His father was equally excited about helping him with that. 

Jasper unlocked the door and opened it for me but didn’t allow me inside. He wrapped both of his arms around my waist. “I would like to do a scene.”

“Are you up to it?” We hadn’t played since New Year's. We had made love, quietly and carefully, since returning to Dallas a few times, but I had become the queen of blow jobs. I didn’t want him to hurt himself, especially while fucking me. And if any man deserved one nightly, it was him. I had done it in every possible way that I could in the hotel room that he was currently living out of.

“I think so,” he smirked, looking down at me. “Are you?”

I laughed. “Um, yes, sir. I’m always ready to serve you. I thought you knew that already.”

He chuckled, running his nose over my cheek before lightly kissing it. Jasper brought his lips to my ear. “I was actually thinking that we should switch tonight.”

I opened my mouth and closed it several times. I glanced back towards the dull gray FBI building before looking him in the eyes. “I can’t hurt you.”

“You won’t.”

I laughed again more awkwardly. “I think that’s how it works, and that’s what you want me to do, but I don’t want to permanently harm you on accident.”

“That’s what safewords are for,” he promised as he leaned in for a kiss. Jasper held my chin in place, pressing his lips to mine. “Please, Mistress. Let me worship you,” he cooed in my ear. “You’ve been so good to me. Let me pleasure you. It doesn’t have to be about pain at all tonight. I swear that I won’t give you a reason to punish me.”

“Out or in?” I asked in a whisper, my skin instantly heating bright red. 

“Anything you wish, Mistress,” he breathed before he began to kiss my ear. He ran his tongue over the top of my earlobe before nibbling gently. One of his big hands sank down to my ass to squeeze it.  

“What I wish will get you fired if we keep going like this in the parking lot,” I teased before slipping inside. He chuckled as he shut the door. 

Jasper didn’t start the car once he was sitting. He took my hand and brought it up to his lips. “Do you want to? It is up to you.” 

I took a deep breath.

“Take me by the apartment, so I can get ready. Pick me up around six. We’ll go to dinner first. I want you to dress very well. I think that I’d like to go somewhere nice for dinner. We are celebrating,” I stated firmly. 

“Yes, ma’am,” he grinned, kissing my knuckles again. “Any rules that I should know?”

“If you are required to speak, you can do so in public. Otherwise, you will be quiet. Of course, I expect you to be a gentleman at all times. I will order for you, though if you have any objections-”

“I won’t,” he promised, finally bringing the car to life. 

The FBI building wasn’t too far from my apartment. He parked beside my now rarely used rusted red truck. We had been together for nearly a month solid, and he was always driving. His car was much nicer, though, but it scared me a little. I didn’t want to wreck it. Jasper had every insurance that he possibly could on it, and he offered to let me, but I kept declining. 

He got out and walked me to the front door, pressing me against it. I might have control over the evening, but not yet. 

“I look forward to whatever you have in store for me, Mistress,” he said just before he kissed me relentlessly. 

At six, I was dressed in his favorite tight black long-sleeved mini-dress. It was fitting just right again. My hair was straight, and my makeup intense. I did a smokey eye in red, with Tanya’s help, and scarlet lips. Edward playfully whistled when he saw me as I went to open the door. 

“Shut up,” I replied dryly, making him chuckle. 

“Mm, yes, ma’am,” he replied with a sniffle, smirking as his eyes went back to the television. Tanya and Edward were going out for the evening, and she was taking her sweet time getting ready. She had helped me an hour before and was still working on her own hair. 

Jasper was dressed impeccably in one of the newly tailored three-piece black suits that I had helped him pick out. It was slim and very tight-fitting. He was wearing the blue tie that I had gotten him for Christmas. He often did, especially when going out with me. My lock never left my neck. 

I grabbed my purse and jacket, which he helped me put on before we left. I might have been nervous, but I was going to do it anyway. Lifting my hand, I wiggled my fingers. “Give me your keys.”

He pulled them from his pocket and gave them to me after unlocking the door. Jasper opened the driver's side for me before coming to his seat. I had to adjust everything since he was so much taller than me. As carefully as I could, I drove to the nicer restaurant that I had made reservations for earlier in the day.  

Knife was a bougie steakhouse, which was perfect. I knew that he would like anything on the menu there, but I had something special planned. I took his hand as we walked beside each other silently into the restaurant.

When we arrived at the stand, I spoke first. “Hello. We have a reservation for two. Dr. Hale.” He squeezed my hand, glancing over at me. I winked in his direction. 

“Yes, ma’am! I’ll get your table ready. You had a steak reserved, did you still want that?” She asked curiously, looking at the computer screen. 

“Yes! Thank you!” 

Pulling my chair out for me, Jasper sat beside me. I instantly took his hand once more, sitting back as I looked over the menu. “As you’ve certainly realized, I’ve already decided what we’re going to be eating tonight. I don’t think that you’ll have any reason to be displeased.”

It was hard for him not to respond. I could see it in the way his mouth moved, keeping the words in before he just smiled a little. He nodded, his eyes down on the menu as well. 

​“Hi! Good evening! What can I get you to drink?” The handsome young waiter inquired pleasantly. 

“We’ll have a dirty martini, extra olives, two glasses of water, and a bottle of that sweet Riesling, please.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied, writing it down. “I see that you have the one-hundred-day dry-aged rib-eye reserved. Would you like me to get that started? It takes a few minutes to cook.”

I nodded. “That’s fine. He’ll have it medium-rare with the pomme purée and wild mushrooms, bordelaise sauce on the side, I think.” Jasper nodded, smiling. “I’ll have the filet, also medium-rare, with avocado fries and the macaroni and cheese. Béarnaise on the side, please.” 

“I’ll get that started for you and bring your drinks right away.”

I handed him my menu, taking Jasper’s as well. When the server was gone, I took his hand again. 

“May I say something?” He whispered. I waved my hand for him to continue. “Ma’am,” he started respectfully, “this place is very expensive.” 

“It is! Because we’re celebrating,” I said a bit sarcastically. He hadn’t let me pay for anything in a month because I was taking care of him. Jasper was afraid that he was keeping me from working, but that certainly wasn’t the case. I was well on my way through the second draft of the cop story. It still didn’t have a name, though. 

“May I pay?” He questioned. I tilted my head to the side. “Please?”

I laughed, shaking my head. “No.” 

He sighed heavily, shifting in his chair a little. 

“Aw. Does it make you uncomfortable when a woman pays for you?” I asked playfully, putting my chin on my knuckles with a smirk. He rolled his eyes hard. “We will go into the bathroom right now, and I will take off your belt and use it on you if you roll your eyes at me again.”

Jasper turned bright red, sitting back in his seat a bit.

The waiter brought our drinks. I slid the martini over to my boyfriend. He poured me a big glass of wine before he went. Under the table, I rubbed the tip of my boot against Jasper’s calf. 

I took a long sip. “When you’re finished, go to the restroom. You got your pictures, I want my own.” 

He swallowed his drink in two big gulps. I laughed a little to myself when he got up, hiding it behind my glass. Before he left, he pressed a kiss to my cheek. “Thank you for the martini, ma’am,” he sighed in my ear.  

He sent a picture of him stroking himself, fully hard for me. “Is this what you want, Mistress?” The message attached asked. 

“Actually, I think that I’d like a video of you playing with yourself until you almost cum. Almost.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

The bathroom looked like it was an individual room, and he was alone, standing in front of the mirror as he smoothly caressed himself in the video. He was obviously enjoying himself. 

A few minutes later, he returned to me, a little pink still in his cheeks. I had already ordered him another martini, and he took a long sip after he sat. I brought my hand to his lap, lazily stroking his thigh. His erection returned though I never touched it. I came painstakingly close. 

When the steak was sat down in front of him, his eyes got bigger. It was a beautiful meal. But he didn’t move. I waited until the server left again before I said anything. 

“Go ahead, but I want a bite,” I smirked.

He hurriedly cut several chunks with his knife. Jasper took one first and hummed quietly before offering me the next. I took it slowly from the tines with my teeth.

“Oh, that’s delicious,” I purred, humming at the flavor. “I see why you need to reserve it. Would you like to try some of mine?” He nodded, and I offered him one of the avocado fries first. After he took it, he kissed my cheek again. 

We fed each other slowly, finishing the bottle of wine. Jasper kissed me after every bite that I gave him, each one becoming more lingering. I only had the one large glass since I was driving, I didn’t want to wreck his beautiful new car. He was obviously a little warm and maybe tipsy, but definitely very relaxed. 

I could actually see the immense displeasure in his eyes as I paid. I ignored it. 

When we got to the parking lot, I pushed him against the door before he could open it for me. Jasper moaned in surprise when I gripped him through his pants. I massaged until he was rock hard, my hand hidden from view underneath his coat. 

“Mine,” I smirked as I squeezed, making him gasp and rock against my palm. He nodded vigorously in agreement. 

I held his arm proudly as we walked back to the hotel room. We were alone in the elevator, so I played with him some more. I had kept him hard the entire drive, stroking him at every red light. My fingers smoothed over him, holding his hot gaze the whole time. 

“On your knees, Dr. Hale,” I instructed as the door was shut behind us. 

Jasper did so instantly. I walked behind him and took his jacket, putting it over a chair with my own. Circling behind him, I ran my fingers over his shoulders. “How are you feeling? Speak.”

“Great, Mistress,” he promised right away.

“Does it hurt?” My fingers traced over his left shoulder blade. 

“No, ma’am.”

“You will tell me right away if it starts to. I have some of your medication in my purse if you need it.” I began to stroke his hair lovingly. “If you don’t and I find out later, you will not like your punishment.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I strolled to the dresser where he had our growing collection of toys ready for me to use. Including his handcuffs. I picked up my riding crop first. “I can’t tell you how much it turns me on when you call me that. My sweet, strong hero, submitting to me completely. Especially when you look so hot.” 

I traced the tip of the leather over his arm, up to his neck, then to his cheek as I walked around him. Moving it slowly across his lips, I looked him over with my head tilted to the side. 

“Open,” I ordered before I put crop between his teeth. 

I walked behind him so that he couldn’t see me and took off my dress. Underneath, I was wearing something special that I had put to the side for when he was feeling better. It was a black leather corset that zipped up in the front. It matched my knee-high boots rather well, my thigh-highs held in place by a satin garter belt.  

Going to the dresser and picking up the flogger, I stepped in front of him once more. Jasper’s eyes got huge again. I heard his teeth snap shut around the shaft after his jaw went slack for a moment.  

Running the tails through my fingers, I let him look me over openly. His hands twisted into fists at his side. I bit my lip as I smiled to myself. 

“Did you just realize that this is what I had under my dress all night long?” I brushed the flogger over his shoulder as I walked behind him again. He slowly nodded. I let it hit his ass with a little pop, surprising him. It wasn’t hard, though. I did it again. “It was so tempting to follow you into that bathroom to let you taste me before dinner.” 

I stuck the flogger in my garter belt before taking the riding crop from his teeth. 

“Kiss my boots,” I demanded. He leaned down instantly and pressed his lips on top of each. As he did, I traced the riding crop over his ass. “You should know that I am more than your Mistress. I am a Goddess, and you will treat me as such.” 

Going over to the table, I sat down in one of the chairs that faced him with my legs crossed at the knees. I twisted the rod between my fingers after putting the flogger on the tabletop. I had fun plans for both of them. Both were gentle enough to tease him with, without pain. 

“Crawl to me.”

This was my test to see how far I could really push him. If he could do it without hurting, I wouldn’t have to worry about the many ideas that I had. I watched his face, trying to see if he flinched. He didn’t. But he was too much of a man for that. Jasper also barely put any weight on his arm, though. So, no handcuffs, nor would I have him on his hands and knees for very long. 

“Sit back,” I commanded. I pushed his right shoulder gently with the toe of my boot. “Are you ready to worship me?”

Jasper smiled, his beautiful warm blue eyes on mine. “Yes, Goddess.” 

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11/21/2019

Locke. Chapter Thirty-nine: In Hysterics

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Chapter Thirty-nine: In Hysterics 


One hour passed, and Jasper didn’t call or text. I couldn’t hold a conversation with Alice, so I just let her go. I wanted to make sure that my phone was charged when he finally did.  

“Please, just tell me that you’re alright,” I messaged him when I couldn’t take it anymore. It was left unread. 

The news reported that one officer was killed and several more were injured in the raid. The mother of the young hostage was taken to the hospital in critical condition. But, at least, the child appeared to be unharmed. Royce Mathew King was arrested with only minor injuries, including but not limited to, a broken nose and jaw which he was taken to the hospital to treat. 

Two hours. 

My nerves caused me to vomit. I was pacing a hole in the floor when my mouth began to water, and my dizziness suddenly overwhelmed me. My whole body twisted until my stomach was empty of our long-forgotten pleasant lunch. Holding onto the cold white porcelain bowl, I willed the night to just be over. I wanted it to all be a terrible nightmare. I wanted my boyfriend to wake me up with kisses and sweet words.  

When the knock at the door came, I gagged automatically. But my stomach had nothing left to give. I swallowed the bile back and stood before slowly walking to it. My trembling hand could barely twist the golden knob. 

On the other side was Sam. He looked sad and battle-worn. 

“No!” I shouted at him in instant agony. My stomach heaved again. 

His eyes got huge. “It’s okay, honey. He’s alive, but he’s in the hospital. He wanted me to come to get you,” he rushed to say, grabbing my arms to keep me from crumbling to the floor.

I looked at him slowly. “Jasper’s okay?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied quickly, nodding his head vigorously. “He will be, anyway. Soon. Very soon. He was shot under the arm, but it went straight through and didn’t hit anything critical.”

My eyes got huge in surprise. “What do you mean, critical?”

The man swallowed, a little taken aback by my intensity. He had a long day, I imagined, and my hysteria didn't help. “It just nicked his collarbone on the way out. It was a small caliber, came out clean. He’s awake, just hurting a little.”

Putting both of my hands on my face, I began to cry in relief. “Oh, thank fucking God.” My shoulders shook with the violence of it. I had never been so scared in my life. It felt as if I was already beginning to mourn him. 

Sam cleared his throat after a moment. “Alright, honey. You go get your stuff together, and I’ll take you to him. Jasper wants to see you. And he asked if you could bring him some clothes and your book. He said that you’d know the one.”

I nodded and wordlessly went to go do what I was told like a zombie. 

The entire car ride was silent as the grave. I wasn’t sure what I could ask, and I wasn’t positive that it was a good idea to open my mouth. It still felt as if I was going to throw up again. My heart hurt in my chest, and my ribs felt too tight. 

There were police cars literally everywhere around the hospital. He parked up front and led me through the hallways of the emergency room. Jasper had been moved to a private room, though. I got a lot of looks as I walked beside Sam. There were a ton of cops there for those who were injured, and they recognized me from the night before. 

There was a uniformed officer standing guard in front of Jasper’s door. His partner didn’t knock. Nothing was going to stop me from going inside, anyway.  

Jasper beamed when he saw me, lifting his hand a little. “There’s my brilliant woman!”

He was lying shirtless, his chest covered in thick white bandages that were soaked in his blood. His left arm was in a sling, and an IV was in his other. There was more speckled haphazardly around his forehead and in his hair. I noticed that the knuckles on his right hand were black and purple, swollen and angry looking. If he didn’t break his hand, he came close.  

Gasping, I wanted to just dissolve into the floor. My tears came explosively. It was a mixture of every emotion that I had over the past twenty-four hours. He had literally taken me to my greatest height before the threat of losing him made me drop to my very lowest point. I could taste my relief in the salt.  

“Aw, darlin, I’m fine. Come here,” he cooed, beckoning me with his right hand limply. His voice was uncharacteristically light and high. Almost airy. “Come here,” he encouraged again as he patted his thigh. 

I rushed to the bed and without a single thought, crawled on top of Jasper to hug him desperately. Before I could hurt him, he grabbed me with his good arm and pulled me to the right side of his body. Instantly we were kissing. His hand gripped me tightly. His sweet mouth obliging my need to taste and feel him as much as I was allowed.  

“I was so scared!”

“I’m fine,” he repeated the lie, smiling at me. “I am so proud of you right now.”

“What? Why?” I asked in confusion. 

“Uh,” my boyfriend laughed, “I’ve been up here for fucking months, looking at the evidence right in front of me with every tool at my disposal and you. You, my smart little girl, figured it out in a day. Because you got a vibe.”

I shook my head. “I was just-”

“No, no, no, no,” he argued as he shook his head as well. “You don’t disagree right now, Isabella.”

“I just told you what I was reading,” I interjected. 

Jasper smiled too big. It was so proud. “I told you that we just needed some little scrap of paper,” he mused as he played with my hair before sliding his hand down my back. He was incredibly high on painkillers. “We just needed that little link, and you gave it to us. So, you saved their lives. My pretty little girl.” He patted my ass, not caring that his partner was in the room with him.

“He had someone?” I pulled away in horror. I turned to look at Sam and then back at Jasper. 

“He only had them for a little while. Maybe a few hours. A couple of girls,” he stated matter-of-factly. “They’re in the hospital too, but they should be just fine. We caught him red fucking handed, and that son of a bitch is going to get what’s coming to him.”

Sam chuckled tiredly before sighing. “Your man here punched King in the face after he was shot and knocked him out cold. He even handcuffed him!”

Jasper laughed, leaning his head back against his stark white pillow. “I didn’t realize that I had been hit, to be honest. I didn’t feel a goddamn thing until afterward. Someone pointed out that I was bleeding.”

I looked between them in shock. Suddenly, I was so tired. My brain was uselessly rattling around in my head. They didn’t seem fazed. Overwhelmed, I just began to cry again. I needed dinner, drinks, and a nap. Nothing could be funny at that moment. 

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Jasper purred into my hair, holding my head to his chest with his arm tightly. He rocked us back and forth gently. Nothing could have bothered him right then, I realized. “You smell nice. Did you take a bath? I got that big tub for you because I thought that you’d like it.”

“I took a shower after I got sick.”

“Aw,” he pouted. “You’re not hungover, are you? From yesterday? Did I give you too much?”

“No, you idiot,” I laughed, pressing my face into his neck. “I was so scared. I knew that something was wrong, but I couldn’t talk to you.”

He nodded absently. “Oh! Yeah, my phone broke. Goddammit. I mean, it’s all backed up, but still, it’s annoying.” He continued to pat my butt, obviously enjoying it. “Sorry about that. But it’s okay, darlin. It’s not the first time that I’ve been shot, and it probably won’t be the last.”

“It better be!” I shouted at his face. 

Sam laughed at our scene. “Stop talking, man. You’re not helping.”

“Listen to him!” I squeaked against his skin. He smelled strongly of antiseptic. 

Jasper lightly kissed my forehead and smiled. “Okay. Okay. Sorry. It’s all over now. They’ll let me leave tomorrow, and we’ll get to fly home soon. We’ll probably have to talk to some people, but we’ll get to start that vacation early.”

“Yeah, you’re going to be on leave for the next few weeks, whether you like it or not,” Sam chuckled.

“Oh, no,” Jasper laughed with his friend. “How horrible! I’m taking until fucking March off,” he declared with an earnest nod. “We’re going to go to Mexico. And we’re going to stay drunk the entire time.” He patted me again, harder this time.  

I nodded weakly against his neck. 

A nurse came in to check his stats. I wasn’t going to move. Jasper wasn’t going to let me, anyway.  

Sometime early in the morning, I fell asleep while still being held by his good arm against his bare chest. 

I woke up to a thunderously loud sob and the door swinging open. 

“Oh, good god,” Jasper mumbled groggily. I looked up slowly in confusion at him then the door. His parents and sister were standing at the entrance. I looked around for a clock. It was just after eleven in the morning.  

Caroline rushed to the bed and hugged him from his uninjured side, pressing me into his chest. “Thank goodness you’re okay!” She wept. 

“Mom! Stop! You’re probably suffocating Bella,” he complained. He wasn’t high anymore, and I could tell that he was in pain.

“Sorry! Sorry, honey,” she said as pulled back. She started petting his hair. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I got shot on my day off,” he stated sarcastically. 

Rosalie giggled softly, and he smiled at her. He waved weakly. I tried to sit up, but he rewrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close to him again. 

“Hey, bro.”

“Where’s the idiot?” He asked with a smirk. “Stopped at the vending machine?”

“Oh, Emmett sends his love. He’s got the man-flu,” she informed him, coming to sit on the other side of the bed in one of the free chairs. “So, you caught the bad guy?”

“Sure did. Punched the bastard right in the face, too.” He lifted his fist and showed it to her. 

She hissed through her teeth, flinching. “Does it hurt?”

He actually smirked at her. “No. It feels great.” He meant it. 

“Are you in pain?” His mother asked worriedly. She was hovering over the bed, her hands gripping the railing.

Her son shook his head. “Nah. I’m alright. I am hungry, though. And I’d bet that Bella is, too. I don’t think that either one of us has eaten since yesterday afternoon.”

“Justin! Go get them something real quick!” She ordered her husband. He instantly stood from the chair that he had just sat down in without further instructions, but there was a knock at the door. Everyone turned to look at it. 

This time, it was three people in suits and FBI badges. Jasper smiled a little when he saw them. 

“Mama, why don’t you go get us something good to eat? Lots of junk. I want some fries,” Jasper requested, but he was really telling her that it was time for her to leave.

I finally stood from the bed, my body sorer than it was the day before by a thousand. Jasper’s hand stayed on my back the entire time. 

“Why don’t you come with us, honey?” Caroline called to me. I nodded, but then when I began to walk towards the door, almost absently, Jasper grabbed my hand. 

“Actually, stay.” The FBI agents looked at each other in confusion and then back to us. “You’re going to want to speak to her as well. She’s the one that gave me the tip.” 

“And what’s your name?” One of them inquired. 

For the first time all morning, I spoke. “Isabella Swan. I’m Dr. Hale’s girlfriend, and I have some research that I’ve been doing that you may want to look at as well.” 

We talked to his colleagues for a couple of hours, and they recorded all of it, writing notes as they went. I sent them links to all my research with my phone. By the time his family was allowed back in the room, the hospital was giving him his discharge papers. 

The bullet didn’t even break his collarbone, just grazing it. The wound was clean or, so I was told. He would have to keep it packed until it healed, but I would help him with that. As much as it surprised me that they were letting him go home early, it was for the best. 

Jasper ate cold french fries from a Mcdonald’s bag in the backseat of his parent’s rental SUV while sitting in between his sister and me. His partner returned his early in the morning, taking his stuff to the hotel room. I flushed when I thought about him seeing some of our toys out. I had cleaned and straightened up nervously, but I kept everything out in the vain hope that he would come back to me after only a couple of hours. 

Quickly, I typed the word ‘toys’ on my phone and showed it to him. He pursed his lips to hide a smile and nodded his head in understanding. 

“Would y’all mind giving Bella and me some time to rest and get cleaned up? I think that I’d like to have dinner in the restaurant downstairs in a couple of hours,” he asserted to his parents. They had gotten rooms at the Desmond to be close to Jasper. 

“Of course,” Justin replied quickly.

Caroline opened her mouth to argue, but Jasper cut her off. “Mama, would you mind picking up my medicine for me? I’m also going to need some gauze and tape.”

“Yes, baby! I’ll get everything that you need,” she promised sweetly. 

Rosalie looked over at her brother and smirked a little. They had a silent conversation, and Jasper snorted in amusement, wrapping his uninjured arm around my shoulder. 

They left us at the door. 

When we were inside, Jasper pushed me against it. My arms wrapped tightly around his waist, starting to get more emotional as we became more passionate. It was the first time that we had been totally alone since the day before. I felt so desperate as we kissed.  

“He could have killed you. It was so close to your heart,” I whispered, unable to look at him. 

Quickly, Jasper shook his head. “Miles. He missed by miles, darlin,” he purred against my lips. I shook my head in return. It was such a blatant lie. It wasn’t miles, it was barely inches.  

“I can’t lose you now.” 

He kissed me again forcefully, his hand on my cheek to hold me in place. 

“If they want to kill me, they’re going to have to try a lot harder than that,” Jasper declared with a slight smirk. “Now, why don’t we put away all these fun things before my mother burst in here. The trip to the pharmacy will only keep her busy for so long.”

“I’ll do that. Go sit down. Here, let me help you with your coat,” I mumbled before I began to tug it very gently from his arms. It just hung on his shoulders. He was wearing a button-down on one side, and it was draped over the sling. 

Jasper nodded, unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it on the bed. “Yeah. Probably a good idea.” He sat against the headboard, propping up on pillows.

“Do you need anything?”  

“Would you mind handing me the story and my glasses?” He asked softly. “I’ve already finished it once, and I’m ready to get started again.” 

I got it from my purse. His glasses were on the table with the other things his partner brought by. He leaned over and picked up one of his red pens from the bedside table. 

“What do you think?” I wondered curiously, offering it to him. 

He pulled the thick black binder onto his lap before reaching for my hand. “I loved it,” he smiled, bringing my knuckles up to his lips to kiss. Jasper’s deep azure eyes peered into mine with a shocking amount of intensity. The hair on the back of my neck actually stood up despite him being hurt. “But I do have a few mistakes for you to fix, Isabella,” he sternly clarified, holding my gaze. 
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I bit my lip, smiling to myself. He purposefully made me blush even though neither of us was up to that. Nor would he be for a very long time. But it didn’t stop me from wanting him. Maybe it made my desire even stronger. I moved the binder from his thighs before crawling onto the bed to straddle them. He pulled me tight to him, his hand slipping down the back of my pants. I could feel him smile against my cheek, taking a deep breath.  

“I look forward to your corrections, sir. I’m always looking to improve.” 

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11/19/2019

Locke. Chapter thirty-eight: On Television

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Chapter Thirty-eight: On Television


When I woke up in the morning, my whole body hurt. I felt it before I even opened my eyes. I groaned.  

“Oh, fuck,” I whined, rolling flat on my back. My neck cracked loudly as I stretched my chin up. “Oh, god. Why am I old?”

I heard Jasper softly laugh. Slowly, I looked over at him, just moving my head. He was lying beside me in the nude, smiling. He was covered in hickeys.  

“I don’t think that your aches and pains have anything to do with your age, darlin,” he teased seductively, his fingers moving over my hips. A small thrill went up my spine at the memory of the night before.  

“You didn’t do anything to my neck,” I replied dryly, yawning and stretching as I did. “Everywhere else is fine.”

“Liar,” he chuckled. 

“No. I feel amazing,” I promised, smiling at him brightly. I wasn’t lying. Everything was perfect. 

“You couldn’t do another scene like that tonight even if you wanted to. It’s probably a good thing that we’re switching,” Jasper joked as his fingers moved over a bruise across my chest. I had dozens streaking the front and back. He had spent a good bit of time rubbing me down the night before with a soothing cream after a long hot bath with Epsom salt.

“Yes, I could,” I instantly argued, holding my chin high. “But I still wanna switch,” I added quickly. “By the way, make sure that you leave those handcuff keys somewhere handy.”

“They’re on the dresser already… Mistress.”

I laughed, closing my eyes as I smiled. A hot flush spread out across my cheeks. “You put so much thought into yesterday, and I’m not totally sure what I’m going to do tonight. It’s been forever since the last time that I was in control.”

“Don’t worry. We’ll figure it out,” he said smoothly before leaning in for a kiss. “Would you like to order some breakfast? I am starving.” 

“Anything you want, sir,” I mumbled as I finally rolled into his arms. He chuckled again quietly as his fingers danced over my tender ass. Slowly I brought my thigh over his hip, his morning erection poking against my leg. Rolling my hips forward, I rubbed him precisely where I wanted him.  

Jasper pushed me onto my back and moved on top of me with a playful smirk on his full soft lips. “In that case… I think that I would actually like to have you first.” 

We didn’t end up having breakfast but instead a late lunch after two rounds and a shower. Settling into the bed in our pajamas afterward, we both got our laptops out to work on emails. He was ignoring work ones until the next day, mainly replying to messages from his family with New Year’s greetings. 

I didn’t have anyone beside Alice, and I knew that she was hungover or drunk still, probably. If she was awake, she wouldn’t be in the mood to chat. So instead, I worked on my research some more. I decided to look up Bree Tanner once again. I felt like I could have studied the case for weeks. 

“Whatcha up to? You’re looking really serious,” Jasper mused when he glanced over at the screen. His glasses were perched on his nose, his wild blond curls tousled. He looked so relaxed. 

I bit my lip, sighing softly. “Remember how I was doing research on the Tracker case for the book? Well, I pretty much spent yesterday on a tangent of that.”
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“Which was?” Jasper asked curiously as he settled more comfortably beside me in the bed. 

I paused, thinking about it for a moment. I wasn’t sure how seriously he would take me on the subject. He was a doctor in the field, and I was just a bored writer goofing around on vacation. “I started looking at missing cases of black girls in his preferred age range, and this one girl from Rochester kept coming up. I wanted to lookup more about it. It’s pretty terrifying. It’s almost the same MO, but there was an arrest in the case. I get this… mmmm… this weird vibe, if that makes sense. This just sounds like him.”

“Oh?” He looked over at me in real interest, his head tilting to the side as he brought up a search engine. “What’s the name of the missing girl?”

“Bree Tanner.”

“Hm,” he hummed. “Name doesn’t ring any bells.” He began to type into Google. “How was it similar? What do you mean?”

“Well… She wasn’t a sex worker, that’s different. But what he did to her was similar. Anyway, she went on a date with this creep, and he kidnapped and kept her as a sex slave for a couple of days before she escaped. He tied her up and cut her with several different knives. She led police directly to the apartment and gave them his name.”

He started clicking through the search results. “And is this guy still in prison? Do you know? When did this happen?”

“Five years ago, almost exactly. Here’s the thing, he wasn’t even formally charged. The family was a huge deal in Rochester. They own a bunch of businesses, I guess. Not just in Rochester but all over New York. Here, too. They arrested him, and he pretty much confessed before his lawyer walked it back so hard that the cops actually apologized to him and the family for any ‘undo’ stress,” I explained then made an angry face. “This is the part of the justice system that sucks.”

Jasper stopped working on the computer and looked at me with concern. “What was the name of the guy they arrested?”

“Um,” I thought about it, searching through my notes. I couldn’t remember it off the top of my head. “R. R something. It was a real asshole, rich guy name. It made me literally cringe.”

He sat up stalk still, his back stiff as a board. His eyes got wider as he looked at me in total shock. “Royce?”

“Yes!” I squeaked in equal surprise. “Royce King.” I stopped looking at my laptop and instead at my boyfriend. “Oh, shit.”

“I know who it is,” he whispered and then threw himself out of bed. Jasper rushed to go get his phone from the dresser and then to the closet to get a pair of pants. 

I hurried out after him. “Are you fucking kidding me?!”

He didn’t say anything. Instead, he dialed his phone. “Sam, I know who it is. I need you to send a couple of uniforms to pick up Royce Mathews for me. His real last name is King. He’s it. I told you that he was a scumbag.” He laughed humorlessly, pulling the black slacks up and buttoning them. “Yes, I’m serious. I got a tip. It doesn’t matter. What I need you to do is pick him up right fucking now and get me everything you can on the Bree Tanner case out of Rochester. Bravo-Romeo-Echo-Echo, Tango-Alpha-November-November-Echo-Romeo,” he used the call alphabet to spell her name. His partner must have been a military man, too. 

I rushed to get him a shirt and his tie from his suitcase. He still had the phone on his shoulder after he slipped on his button-down. Jasper started nodding. “Okay. Seriously? Okay. Good. Good. Damn. Good. That’ll be enough for a warrant right there. That sneaky little motherfucker. Alright. Call the chief and let him know what’s going on. I’ll be at the station in about twenty minutes. Yeah, I think so. I’ll tell you about it when I get there.”

Jasper hung up the phone. “Are you serious?” I asked him again. 

“Christ. We’ve talked to him before. He was living under an assumed name. He kept Royce, though. Dumb fuck. We barely had him five minutes before his lawyer showed up and walked him out. We were told by the DA to look elsewhere because his alibi was rock solid,” he mumbled to himself. “Solid, my ass. We just need a DNA sample.”

I grabbed his arm. “Jasper, Bree Tanner disappeared soon after the charges were dropped, and they’ve never found a trace of her. The mother thinks it was Royce. He finished the job.” 

“If he did, I will find out,” he swore.

He just hung his tie around his neck, going to the safe to get his guns. There was more than one. He put them both in his gun holster and put another on his ankle. Faster than I thought possible, he was dressed and ready to go. After I gave him his handcuffs with the keys, all I could do was follow behind him helplessly. 

Stopping right in front of the hotel door, Jasper turned to look at me. He grabbed my face and pulled me to him in a furious kiss. “I’m sorry. I need to go.”

“I know. Be careful,” I begged, terrified. I brought him in for another kiss.

“It’ll be fine. I promise. He’ll come quietly and lawyer up like before. But this time, we have enough to hold him and get a warrant. I probably won’t even get to see the little fucker face to face.”

Shaking my head, I quickly kissed him again. I wanted to cry and beg him to stay in bed with me. Let them deal with it. But he was one of them. This was his job. He was more than just a suit. 

“I love you.”

Jasper put his hand on my cheek. “I love you, too, darlin.”

And like that, my lazy day was over, and I was startlingly alone. I put my hand over my mouth, wanting to suddenly and violently scream, but I held it in. Something twisted in my stomach. It was fear and the terrible feeling that Jasper was wrong. He should have been right, that the monster would come without a fight, but I knew in my heart that he was beyond reason now. He had gone into a frenzied killing state and wasn’t going to stop until he was forced to. 

An hour passed. 

Then two. 

Three. 

Four. 

An alert popped up on my phone that made the tears that had been sitting at the corners of my eyes spill out instantly. An unnamed possible suspect in the I-90 Tracker case eluded police and FBI capture, going on the run. There was a high-speed chase before he crashed and escaped on foot into a quiet neighborhood. He took a hostage, a kid in a backyard, and was currently holding out in the child’s home. The toddler’s mother was believed to have been shot inside the house. Her condition was unknown.  

I didn’t know what to do. There was nothing that I could do. I turned on the television to the local news station. They had cut into regular programming to watch the live coverage of the hostage situation. They were talking to a police officer somewhere in the background. There were cop cars everywhere, bright lights set up on long poles. I recognized Jasper’s rental amongst them. 

My hands started to shake. Nothing I could do would make them stop. 

Without moving for an hour, I watched the television with my cell phone in my trembling fingers. Over and over again, I wished with all my might that he would call me. But he didn’t. I would not be so childish as to text him during something like this. 

I did see him, though, pacing between people with a walkie-talkie in his hand. He had removed his jacket and coat and was wearing a bulletproof vest. Sam was there too, along with a few of the other people that I recognized from the bar. They all looked so different with their solemn, scared, and angry faces.  

Before the SWAT team showed up, they cut the power to the entire block. The police asked the media to back up, and they turned off every light that they could. A news van set up shop on the corner across from the building. The last time that I saw Jasper, he was carrying a massive black gun that was not his own and speaking to someone in charge that was in riot gear. He was giving directions.  

I called Alice. I needed someone, anyone, to talk to. “Look up what’s happening in Albany right now.”

“What?” She murmured sleepily. It was just before eleven there, and she was already in bed. “What’s going on?”

“There’s a standoff with the serial killer that Jasper’s been looking for. He has a kid. Jasper’s there, and he’s got a bulletproof vest on, and isn’t he just a doctor?” I began to cry. “Why does he a big ass gun? Why does he need it?”

“He’s a cop,” she stated like I didn’t know. 

“A smart one! You don’t put the smart ones in front of the criminals with guns!” I shouted hysterically. 

She paused, taking a calming breath for me since I wasn’t able. “There is a reason that he’s a special agent, honey,” she tried to reason with me. “You know that. You know that his job is dangerous. It’s part of the reason that he’s so hot.”

I put my hand over my eyes as I tried to calm myself down. “I hate this so much. I know this is what he does. I just want him to call me and tell me that he’s okay.”

“He will soon.”

I shook my head, starting to feel the dread building up in the back of my head again. It was so overwhelming. Suddenly a loud noise on the television got my attention, making my eyes snap back to it. The reporter was talking frantically, but I could hardly understand them. There was an explosion and then several loud pops. 

“Suspect opens fire on police, SWAT enters the building after deploying smoke bombs,” started scrolling across the bottom of the screen in a bright red ticker.

Then there was so much gunfire. Pop, pop, pop, over and over again. The media was at least a block from the house, but it was still so loud. The cameras were pointed at the dark home, and faint flashes of light sparked in front of windows. I realized that it was from the bullets.  

“Oh, god,” I whimpered, covering my mouth. “He’s in there. There’s gunfire. He was supposed to come quietly. Jasper said he would,” I babbled anxiously. 

“I’m watching it now. It’ll be okay,” Alice tried to promise. I had almost forgotten that she was on the phone with me.

The ticker on the bottom changed. “I-90 Tracker Suspect apprehended, at least four members of law enforcement were injured in the shootout.” Ambulances blasted past the reporter as she tried to speak over all the noise. 

I only heard her say one thing. “One confirmed dead.”

For the second time in twenty-four hours, I screamed.

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11/16/2019

Locke. Chapter Thirty-Seven: Tied down

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Chapter Thirty-Seven: Tied Down


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


As soon as we got back to the room, Jasper removed my coat and scarf for me. “Take off your dress and gloves.” 

I did as I was told, offering the clothing to him. He put them on the dresser, walking over to the laptop to start some music. 

“Go get the strawberries and wine that you so thoughtfully got for us yesterday,” he instructed, not looking at me as he removed his own jacket. “I’m ready for a little something sweet.” 

When I went to the fridge, I realized that there were two more bottles of expensive champagne inside that hadn’t been there before. I smiled to myself. He had prepared for the evening as well. I wondered when he put them in there and where he had hidden them because he hadn’t brought them into the room with him earlier in the night. 

I brought the bowl of cut strawberries and the can of cream to the table before bringing the wine and flutes. Mine was just a twist top because I didn’t want to buy a bottle opener. He took off his suit jacket but stayed in his vest and tie. He looked so good. Jasper poured us each a glass before sitting. He yanked me into his lap with a plop, making me giggle. 

“You look cute in the boots,” he began teasingly, his fingers going over my thigh highs. “I’d like to see you in some taller ones, though. To your knees. Higher heels. Maybe a leather corset.” Jasper started to kiss down my shoulder. I leaned my head back to give him better access. “Or maybe latex. Something practically painted on.” 

“Just show me what you want, and I’ll try my best to get it for you, sir,” I promised. He nodded, kissing down to my breasts. His fingers danced over the bare parts of my thighs. 

“I know that you will, sweet girl.” His tongue dragged over the curve just below my collarbone. He lifted his head and licked his lips, smacking them together almost playfully. “You are literally sweet. You taste like powdered sugar again.” He ran his tongue over his bottom lip. 
“Um,” I laughed, “it’s actually honey dust. Edible body powder. It’s vanilla cupcake.”

Jasper laughed, pressing his face to my shoulder for a minute to hide his smile. “You are full of surprises tonight,” he remarked, kissing it several times. He was obviously pleased. Amazon was a wonderful thing. 

“I wanted the evening to be extra special for you,” I confessed, leaning in to kiss his cheek. 

“Oh, it will be, darlin,” he purred, spreading my legs with one of his hands and rested it on the inside of my thigh. His nose dragged over my jaw to my cheek, pressing a little kiss to it before he reached for one of the glasses. “Here. Drink with me.” I did so quickly in one go, making him smirk and shake his head a little. “Okay, maybe not that fast. We’re in no rush. How drunk are you already?”

“Mm,” I hummed and smiled at him innocently. I pinched my fingers together and wrinkled my nose. “A little, sir.”

“A little or a lot?” He teased, kissing my neck. “That’s your sixth.”  

“Not too little, not too much. Perfectly drunk,” I replied with a giggle as his tongue moved over my skin slowly. A shiver ran up my spine. 

He chuckled at my response. “Well, if that’s the case, you don’t need anymore. I know what I want to do with you right now. Get up on the table.”

The table was long and rectangular. It was obviously made from real wood and was very heavy. It didn’t even shift a little when I sat on the edge after I moved things to the side. Jasper stood and pushed me back onto it, then dragged me by the hair so that I was completely on the tabletop, only my boot covered feet hanging off. While still holding my curls, he came in for a fearsome kiss. 

Jasper finished his first flute of wine very quickly then poured himself another, smiling at my appearance. Taking a little sip, he dragged his finger over my lips then down my stomach as he walked to where his dessert was waiting for him.

Unexpectedly, he picked up the can of whipped cream and shook it violently, so that he could squirt some into his mouth. I pursed my lips to keep my giggling, openly watching him. He raised an eyebrow at me playfully. If he punished me for it, I didn’t care. I wanted him to. 

Instead, Jasper brought it up to my mouth and offered me to some. I giggled, licking the extra off my lips. He leaned down, kissing them as he ran his fingers through my hair. His smile was brilliant. 

He took a strawberry from the bowl and offered me a taste before finishing it. Licking his lips, he took another sip of champagne. 

“Lay flat,” he commanded smoothly. I straightened myself up, spreading my arms above my head in an effort to make myself as smooth as possible. For a moment, his fingers mischievously moved over my ticklish stomach. Jasper smiled to himself, finishing his second glass. He wanted to catch up with me. 

Carefully, he laid the strawberries cut side down from my chest to my stomach and a few on my thighs. Giving the can another good shake, he snaked a line of whipped cream all around them, mindful not to get any on my lingerie. 

“You look delicious,” he mused as he swirled his finger through some of it. Offering it to me, I sucked it clean. He leaned down to take one of the strawberries right above my belly button before slowly licking off the cream.

Almost delicately, he ate them one by one. He hummed at the flavor, occasionally stopping to take a sip of his drink and change his angle over me or to offer me a taste. Usually off his finger or from between his teeth. Jasper took his time, savoring every bite. He cleaned me completely with his tongue, purposeful and slow.

“Stand up.”

I hopped onto my feet eagerly, only feeling slightly sticky from being used as his plate. He turned me around and put my hands on the table, bending me over some in the process. His fingers dragged slowly down my back before Jasper kissed the base of my neck. 

“You’re not the only one that got something special for tonight,” he slyly stated as he squeezed my ass cheek tightly. Then he spanked it gently, just enough to make it shake a little.  

He walked over to the dresser and picked up the brown paper bag. Jasper pulled out a small leather flogger, feeling the weight of it in his palm before running the tails over his other hand. It was matte black and simple. 

First, he dragged it over my bare thighs before striking me. It was soft and experimental. I didn’t move, taking in a deep breath as I closed my eyes. Each hit got harder as he became more confident. Tantalizingly slow, he slid the tails down my back before letting it nip at my thighs. Jasper did it over and over again. 

“Do you like this, Isabella?”

“Yes, sir,” I breathed. I was honestly starting to feel high. There was no pain in what he was doing to me.  

“It’s eleven-thirty. I’d like to tie you to the bed now,” he spoke evenly before lashing me again across the cheek. “Take off your bra for me.”

I reached behind me and undid the hooks before he helped me push it off my shoulders. The red fabric fell onto the table before I straightened up to my full height. His hands moved over my stomach and my hips, his nose on the back of my neck. “I think that it’s time for the boots to go, sadly.”

Very soon, I would be investing in a few new pairs of boots for sure. 

I bent over to untie them, and he gripped my hips, pressing himself against my ass as I did. I had to bite my lip to keep from giggling. It took a moment to pull off my shoes, and he kept me balanced as I did. The entire time his erection dug into me. 

“It’s so tempting to fuck you like this.”

When I came back up, I made sure to wiggle against him. Chuckling, he swatted my ass playfully. Leading me to the bed, he helped me get into the center. Jasper unbuttoned his sleeves and rolled them up to his forearms, looking me over before going to get the rope and scissors. I couldn’t hide my smile. 

He took my wrist and kissed it, sucking at the pulse point. Carefully, he wrapped the rope around it, not too tightly. Unsurprisingly, Jasper was good at knots. Stretching my arm out, he connected it to the bed, cutting the rope to do the other side. Each one was tight, and I could barely wiggle my shoulders. 

His fingers traced over my bare arms, lightly spreading kisses over my chest but not my breasts. Sitting upon his knees beside me on the mattress, he rolled my thigh highs down over my feet. When the fresh air hit my skin, I shivered. Goosebumps spread all over my arms and legs. Finally, he tied my legs to the end of the bed. 

Jasper retrieved his new toy from the table. He twirled the handle in his fingers, smirking to himself as he looked at his handiwork. The tails went over his palm over and over again, moving through his long fingers. 

“Damn, you look so pretty spread out like that for me,” he practically purred as dragged the soft leather over my breasts. I pushed my chest out towards him, wanting more. The first strike was gentle, the second unexpectedly going to my thighs. My body automatically jumped in surprise, my legs drawing up some. 

There was no part of my body that he didn’t mark. From my arms to the bottoms of my feet. Some places he was more gentle than others, just tickling me while others were vicious. I was going to be covered in thin bruises. 

It began to get louder around us in the hotel. The bar had a party going, and it was about two minutes until midnight, according to someone on a microphone. Jasper kicked off his shoes finally and crawled over my body. Sensually, his fingers moved over me as his eyes held my gaze. 

“Hm. So, you requested that I kiss you at midnight. But you didn’t specifically say where you’d like me to,” he began jokingly. It was apparent that he enjoyed having me at his mercy. “And there are so many wonderful options. I could kiss here.” His fingers traced over my nipple and then to the other. “Or here. Or perhaps I could kiss these lips instead.” They moved between my legs over the edge of my panties. I gasped softly. 

I could hear the countdown starting. Jasper brought his hand to my jaw, rubbing his thumb over my cheek. His intense deep blue eyes peered into mine. The jesting was done for a moment. “Thank you so much for everything that you have done for me this year. Thank your submission and your kindness. And thank you for giving me a chance.” 

The noise level tripled. His lips connected with mine, kissing me deeply and passionately as my eyes sank closed. “I swear to you that I’m going to make this the best year of your life,” he vowed when he pulled away. His eyes pleaded for me to believe him. 

“I love you,” I breathed with a smile. He pressed a lingering kiss to my forehead, his fingers pushing my hair back. 

“I love you, too, my sweet little girl.”

Jasper sat up on his knees as he straddled my thighs, smiling at me charmingly. Slowly he tugged off his tie, pulling it from his shirt and undoing the top button. “Well, now that we’ve gotten the saccharine emotional talk out of the way, I’m going to blindfold you and break out the nipple clamps.” I laughed, pushing my lips together. “You’re so lucky that I’m not being strict tonight,” he mocked as he brought the tie around my eyes. 

“We both know that you’re not dumb enough to get me purposefully drunk and expect me to keep my shit together, sir,” I said sarcastically, earning a slap on the cheek. It was playful and soft. It just made me laugh some more.

“I was wondering what kind of sub you’d be sloshed,” he mused, sliding off of me. “Cute and feisty. How unsurprisingly.” He pinched my nipple sharply, making me jump. 

“Am I not that normally?” I asked mischievously. “It’s kind of my aesthetic, actually.”  

“You are, you’re just… extra, right now,” he chuckled. “Your aesthetic,” he mumbled under his breath, and I could almost see him shaking his head at me. 

I wiggled my hips in place. “Cute chubby secret slut who likes to mouth off to authority figures for fun.”

Jasper laughed. “Wow, yeah. Sounds accurate.” He nipped at my breast, sucking on my nipple until it was rock hard. I moaned, pushing my chest up to meet his touch.

And then he put the clamp on. 

“Oh, fuck,” I laughed a little in surprise. My thighs wanted so badly to squeeze shut, but I could barely move. Everything was so tight. He worked the other nipple with his fingers, pulling it hard. I cried out again, my toes pointing straight. I wrapped my fingers around the nylon ropes just so that I could have something to hold onto. 

He added the second clamp. Gently, he flicked both with his fingers. I cried out softly. 

“Am I going to need to gag you, Isabella?”

“Yes, sir,” I giggled, smiling to myself. 

“Are you going to even attempt to be quiet?”

I pushed my face into my arm to the side to hide my smile. I could barely reach. “I mean, I can attempt it, but it’s not going to happen.” The flogger connected with my breasts lightly. “Oh, fuck!” I repeated more loudly. “Harder, please. Please, sir.” 

Jasper obliged, alternating his strikes as he got harder and harder. He purposefully went for the clamps, going at them from different angles. Without warning, he hit between my legs, and I could actually feel myself soaking my panties that I was still wearing. In contrast, he lightly dragged his tongue over one of the clamps. 

“Are you ready to cum for me?”
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“Yes, sir,” I said once more. 

“You’ve been ready all night, haven’t you?” I nodded my head, grinning. 

“Always, sir.” He struck me again, making me hum. “I’m always ready for you to make me cum.” 

Something soft and smooth moved over my panties. I didn’t know exactly what it was until Jasper turned on the wand vibrator. He put it on the lowest setting, running it up and down. My first orgasm took about a minute to reach. 

He turned it off. Gently, he lifted my leg some, and some rope began to move under my thigh. I realized that he was going to tie the massager in place against my clit. He turned it on to the second to the lowest setting. The thing had like ten, some of them making different pulsing patterns. When my legs jerked, it just rubbed it against me. 

“Oh, oh, oh,” I chanted, biting my lip deeply so not to cry out loudly. 

The flogger connected with my breasts again. I pushed my face into my arm, my thighs already shaking from the vibrator. The tails nipped at the claps. Every movement of my body caused the massager to rub. 

Then it hit between my legs once more. I came again hard and violently, truly screaming out for the first time as his sub. This spurred him on to do it over and over, harder each time. This extended my orgasm into another. 

Another. 

Another. 

I was wantonly crying out and making a mess. The posters of the bed creaked from my jerking on them. He pulled away for a moment, leaving only the massager going. I whimpered, trying to hold my legs as still as possible. 

Jasper knelt over me, kissing up my body. I could feel his bare skin against mine. His lips moved over my nipples, lovingly pecking them. He pulled on the chain that connected the clamps. The pressure of him being on top of me made the wand press harder into me. 

I screamed once more. 

“Shh…”

“I can’t. I can’t,” I whimpered. He adjusted my hips and pushed himself inside of me. 

“Yes, you can.”

He was merciless, taking me with abandon. His fingers wrapped around my wrists, squeezing them as he pounded into me. Every time it rubbed the vibrator up and down. My heart couldn’t beat faster than it was. I had never been dizzier. The room was literally spinning. 

“Oh, my god!” I probably shrieked in his face, actually crying rivers of tears. My entire body was violently convulsing. I had never had an orgasm like it. 

“That’s it,” he moaned. Pulling out of me, I felt his cum as it splattered over my thighs, stomach, and panties. 

Jasper thankfully turned off the wand. We both took a moment to catch our breath. He sat upon his knees, his fingers lovingly stroking my arms. 

“You have never been more beautiful than you are right now.”

Leaning down, he kissed my nipples again. He pulled one of the clamps off with his teeth, and I jerked and whined. With tender attention, he sucked on it until only pleasure lingered there. When he was done, he picked up the end of the chain with his teeth and yanked the other clamp off. 

“Are. You- Fuck!” I laughed and stuttered, jerking against the rope. He soothed it with his tongue. Even more liquid dripped down my thighs. 

“Can you take anymore?”

“No!” I laughed. 

“Too bad.” Jasper turned the vibrator on to one of the fun pulsing settings. “I want more.” 

His flogger returned, going over my breasts as he continued to kneel between my thighs. Slowly he began to tease me with his fingers, pushing one and then the other inside of me. Within seconds of adding the second, he sped up. Whenever I made a noise, he would flick my tender breasts. 

I left my body, earth, the universe, and went to a new plane where only nirvana existed. I was sure that I was making noise, but I couldn’t hear anything. When I came back, my entire body went totally limp. Sweat covered me completely. Every part of me was wet and sticky. Thankfully, he turned it off for me. 

Jasper cut the rope around my thigh first before freeing my ankles. My legs snapped shut. Next were my wrists. My arms just fell to the bed. Lightly, he kissed my cheek as he shifted down beside me. 

“When I take this off, the scene is over. Do you understand?” He touched the fabric around my eyes. 

“Yes, sir.”

When he pulled the blindfold off, I couldn’t move. 

“Hi,” he said warmly, smiling at me as he carefully stroked my arm. “Are you okay?”

“Where are we supposed to sleep? I ruined the bed!” I gasped instead of answering his question. He laughed happily. 

“I’ll order some more linens. Are you okay?” He repeated. “Are you hurting anywhere?”

I looked at him in disbelief for a long moment. “I can’t feel my pussy.” Jasper snorted. “We’re going to need a bed for fucking and a bed for sleeping in your apartment,” I continued. “Are you fucking kidding me? Why haven’t we gotten a noise complaint?” 

“Darlin, it is New Years. Everyone is either fucking loud or loudly fucking right now. And why do you think I want two bedrooms?” He seriously asked. 

“We’re going to have to waterproof the hell out of both beds. And we’ll need a good gag, or your neighbors will fucking hate us.”

“Oh, I have a nice amazon list going of all the toys that I’m buying once I get the new place. Little girl, your ass is in trouble,” he promised. I giggled, finally rolling into his arms. “Now, would you like to take a bath and have another bottle of champagne? I also happen to have some chocolate cake waiting for us.” 

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11/14/2019

Locke. Chapter Thirty-six: The Gavel

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Chapter Thirty-Six: The Gavel


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


“You may speak freely,” Jasper reminded me once we got to the bar about fifteen minutes from the hotel. “Just be as polite as possible.”

“Yes, sir,” I smiled. I wouldn’t do anything to embarrass him, and he knew that.  

“And you probably shouldn’t call me that inside,” he smirked and winked.  

It was evident by the multitudes of cop cars, marked and unmarked, the name of the place, ‘The Gavel,’ and the dozen or so officers standing outside beside heaters smoking that it was a place almost exclusively for law enforcement. It was about a block from the police station and city jail. 

“I’m going to be ordering your drinks for you tonight. If you have any real objections, please let me know. When was the last time that you’ve eaten?” He asked as he took my hand, walking with me towards the entrance. 

“I had a croissant about four.”

He glanced over at me worriedly. “Is that all you’ve eaten today?” 

I shook my head. “No, sir. I ordered room service for lunch. I had a salad and some soup. The croissant was a snack,” I explained. “I didn’t know if you wanted to eat. I also had one for breakfast. They were delicious. Thank you.”

“Good.” He nodded, squeezing my hand. “I didn’t get a chance to eat. They actually have decent food here. Once again, I’ll order for you. If you have any objections...”

“I won’t, sir,” I replied in a soft whisper. He smirked a little. “You know what I like.” 

We came into viewing distance of the crowd of smoking officers. There was a wave of recognition as we approached. 

“Hey, doc!” A couple of people called. Several others said cheerful hellos. They smiled when they saw him, genuinely. They liked him. I imagined that he had gotten to know some of them since he had been working the case for so long. He wasn’t usually in one spot for too long. 

“Hey!” He called back as we headed to the door. “Y’all can freeze! I’m going to take my girl inside, and you can talk to me in there.”

They all kind of chuckled, waving to him or making jokes about us southerners in the cold. 

As soon as we got inside, several more people greeted him. It wasn’t just officers either. There were men and women dressed in nice business clothes. They looked like lawyers. I couldn’t imagine how many people were working on the case. 

He ushered me to a small table in the crowded space, pulling out the chair for me. A little waitress rushed over to us to give us a short paper menu. She looked exhausted and probably still had a long night ahead of her. 

“We’ll take a dirty martini, extra olives, and a Malibu and pineapple, please,” he informed her, his eyes quickly going over his choices for food. “We’ll also take a basket of cheese fries, and we’ll both have cheeseburgers. Can you make hers with the stuff on the side, please?” 

“Oh, yes, sir!” She swiftly wrote it down. Obviously, she wasn’t ready for him to order. I smiled to myself. He was a little pushy, but only because he knew what he wanted. 

“Is that acceptable?” He asked when she left. I nodded, rolling my eyes a little. He knew that I loved burgers and fries. 

“May I have a glass of water with the food, though?”

Jasper quickly nodded. “Of course. I’ll order it when she returns. That’s probably wise, anyway. Don’t want you to get a hangover tomorrow. We have plans.”

A tall skinny man with a deep tan came walking up behind Jasper. He was wearing a suit. Patting his shoulder, he surprised him a little. My boyfriend turned to look at who was getting his attention and smiled. 

“Oh! Hey, Sam.”

“Jasper,” he greeted, but he was looking at me. “So, you must be the lovely lady that he keeps going on about. He hasn’t shut up about you in months.”

Sam offered me his hand, and I took it with a small smile before quickly shaking it. “I have no idea what he’s been telling you, but I promise that it’s all lies,” I quipped playfully.

He laughed warmly. “Well, he’s been saying nothing but incredible things.”

“Oh, then they’re definitely lies,” I deadpanned. Jasper smirked, and I grinned at him happily. It was my turn to wink at him. I would be polite, but I could still be feisty.  

“Well, he’s been saying that you are a knock-out, and that’s true,” the other man complimented smoothly, making me instantly blush. “And the fact that you came up here is very sweet. I would love it if my wife came up here for a visit, but she says it’s too cold.”

“It is,” Jasper interjected with a laugh. “Especially compared to Texas. Sam’s out of Fort Worth,” he explained to me. “He’s my partner.”

“Only for a couple more weeks!” He complained then sighed. “I mean, I get it,” he pointed at me. “I’m just going to miss you, man.”

Jasper sighed mockingly and dramatically. “Like you won’t see me at the office.”

“It’s not the same,” Sam whined then took a swig of his beer. “So, are you staying for the countdown?”

He quickly shook his head. “Nah. We’re just stopping in for a quick bite and to say hi. We’ve got better places to be.” The waitress brought our drinks. “Thanks. Honey, get her a glass of water too, please,” my boyfriend said to her briskly before turning his attention back to his partner. “I took Bella to a four-star restaurant last night, so I thought that I’d bring her here tonight.” He rolled his eyes at himself. It just made me giggle. 

“Hey, those cheese fries are better than anything at any four-star restaurant that I’ve ever had.”

“And how many have you eaten at precisely?” His friend made a face at Jasper’s question. “That’s what I thought. This place was delicious, though. It was real Italian. You should try it if you get a chance.”

The waitress brought the large basket of cheese fries. They were crinkle-cut with a cheddar cheese sauce. It came with ketchup, ranch, and barbecue sauce to dip them in. My stomach genuinely growled. His partner tried to reach for one, but Jasper snatched his wrist midair. 

“No. You don’t get to touch my food, especially before my girlfriend does.” 

I giggled, picking up a fry and dipping it in the ranch. “Sweetheart, we’re going to need some napkins.”

“Right. I’ll ask when she comes back to the table,” he smirked, eating one himself. “Anyone else here?” He asked Sam. 

“Half the station is here. The hot DA is, too.” He wiggled his eyebrows. 

I playfully gasped. “Don’t you have a wife in Fort Worth?”

“Yeah, but I ain’t blind or dead,” he spoke in a thick southern accent. I snorted, shaking my head. “I don’t mean any harm by it. It’s just fun to look. She’s barely even real.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

Jasper shook his head. “He means that this woman looks like a model turned actress that would play a lawyer on a cheesy television show,” he clarified, rolling his eyes again. “She’s honestly... boring. That’s probably terrible to say about a person,” he whispered. “She’s fine, but I could barely keep my eyes open that one time that I talked to her here,” he explained. I tilted my head slowly in question. “A few months ago. We had a few drinks and chatted. That’s it.”

“She’s always here,” Sam added. “I don’t know how someone so pretty could be dull.” He looked over at Jasper, shaking his head before shrugging. “Maybe you just needed to pick a different subject.”

I laughed to myself, pursing my lips together. There were so many things that I could say. Instead, I ate some more french fries. He didn’t need a different subject. He needed another flavor. The pretty DA was too vanilla for my sexy FBI guy’s tastes. 

The waitress returned with my water, and two uniformed officers came up to say hi. Sam went off to mingle. The burgers had the same wonderful cheese sauce on them. The food was delicious, and I was enjoying it. It was fun to see Jasper so happy and talkative with people that he considered friends. 

He ordered me four Malibu and rums over two hours. 

We barely got left alone, so many people came to greet us. When we finally got a private moment, he beckoned me to come closer. He kissed my lips fiercely for a second and then brought his to my ear. “Go to the bathroom, freshen up, and take some pictures for me. Send them to my phone.” 

Of course, the bathroom was busy on New Years, but there were far fewer women than men there. I washed my hands first before fixing my lipstick. When a stall came free, I rushed inside. 

I actually took off my dress, carefully putting it on the hook. Underneath, I was wearing the same red lace bustier from before with a different pair of panties. These were red but crotchless.

Taking several pictures, I touched myself as I did. First, I teased my nipples to make them hard before pulling down the cups. Putting my foot upon the paper dispenser, I showed him exactly what was under the dress. At any point in the night, he could simply bend me over and fuck me. I wanted him to have total access to me. 

I sent them all to him before redressing. He wasn’t alone when I arrived back at the table. There was a fresh drink waiting for me. Without breaking his conversation with an older man in a wrinkled brown business suit, he took my hand and brought me to him so that I was sitting in his lap. 

“Jerry, this is my girlfriend, Isabella,” he introduced me to him politely, but it was very stiff. I realized that he was hoping that I would make him disappear. “This is my superior, Dr. Jerry Marcus.”

I shook his hand politely, not saying anything. His eyes went over my legs that were crossed at my knees to my breasts. They didn’t go any higher. The man was old enough to be my grandfather. 

“Ah, so you’re the reason that he’s quitting,” he said dully, taking a sip from his tumbler.  

“I didn’t ask him to,” I stated in surprise at his bluntness. “He decided before we even started dating. And he’s not quitting, Jasper is getting a promotion,” I reiterated, flushing a bit. I realized that I was a touch tipsy. He looked unimpressed with me, but I wasn’t going to allow him to insult my boyfriend through me.

“Right.”  

“Jerry, I decided to quit working with you because you’re a pompous son of a bitch that makes my life harder. I’ve met murderers that I like better,” he flatly explained, taking the final sip of his martini. He only had the one since he was driving. There was only a bit left in the glass. “Literally,” he sniffed, putting it down with a clink as he held his surprised gaze. “Darlin, it’s getting close to ten-thirty. We should go,” he finally added, running his hand from my neck, down my shoulder to my fingers. He helped me to my feet.  

Once I stood from his lap, I quickly finished my drink so as not to waste it. It wasn’t hard. It was small and sweet. My boyfriend stood up behind me, and honestly, I wouldn’t have wanted to be at the end of his death stare. He could be terrifying. I had a feeling that Dr. Marcus hadn’t fully appreciated how intimidating a man he was until that moment. Jerry just studied killers, but Jasper was deadly. And it turned me on. 

The man didn’t know what to say, blinking, and taking a step back. It was evident that he didn’t expect such a blunt and brutal response. He had been rude to me, though, and needed to be cut down. 

“Ah, it seems that you’re the reason that he’s transferring,” I smirked a little, going to get my coat from the back of my chair. “Obviously, I’m willing to travel.” 

When we walked out, half a dozen people blithely called to us to have a good night and a happy new year. Jasper had his hand on the small of my back, and when we turned away from the smoking crowd, it went down to my ass. 

“If we weren’t surrounded by cops, I would spank you in this parking lot. I’m already half tempted to fuck you in the back seat as it is. I can’t believe that you’re wearing crotchless panties,” he murmured, his grip tightening. “And I can’t believe that he said that to you. That rude asshat.” 

He pushed me against the car once we got there and kissed me furiously, both of his hands were on my jaw as he held me in place. I moaned against his mouth in surprise. I could taste the saltiness of the martini on his tongue for just a second before it was overwhelmed by the sweetness of my pineapple. His hand slipped to the back of my head, knotting roughly with my hair. 

When he pulled away, he opened my door and swiftly went to the other side. He brought the car to life, turning up the heat so that it was on high and switching on the seat warmers for both of us. 

“Unbutton your coat,” he ordered. I did so, and he quickly pushed it open over my chest and away from my thighs. The cold air made my body shiver, but the warmth was already overtaking it. Jasper ran one of his big hands over the inside of my thigh, pushing my dress up as he did. He didn’t stop until it was in my lap, exposing my panties. “Spread your legs.” I do so as widely as the seat would allow. He instantly began to rub their, surprising me with the intensity. I closed my eyes, leaning my head back against the headrest as I tried not to moan loudly. 

Then he spanked me there, between my legs at the apex of my thighs. Sharp, quick, three times in a row. I cried out in pleasure. 

“You’re going to wear these all night and soak them for me.”

“Yes, sir,” I whimpered. 

“Such a dirty little slut, wearing these in public. I’ve never seen you in something so naughty before, and this is the night you chose to wear them?”

“I wanted you to be able to fuck me whenever you wished, sir,” I answered, and he struck me again. 

“It doesn’t matter what you wear. I can fuck you whenever I want. You’re mine. This pussy is mine.” He struck me again. No one would be able to see us in the dark of the car. We were parked between two large SUVs that kept us from view. 

“Yes, sir. It’s yours.” 

“If I wanted to fuck you against the hood of this car, you’d let me,” he stated as he began to play with my clit. “If I want to get you off right here, I will.” I moaned at his words, my hips rocking forward. “You better stay quiet, or they’ll know how much of a slut you are.”

“I want them to know,” I simpered. He quickly struck me again, three times in a row. I rocked against him. 

Jasper leaned over to kiss me, playing with clit roughly as he did. It was savage. I couldn’t stop moaning against his mouth. 

Suddenly, he pulled away. “Shouldn’t make a mess on your new coat, little girl.” Then he sucked his two fingers clean. 

“Oh fuck,” I laughed and sighed, taking a deep breath. He chuckled wickedly. I was glad that I was able to speak right then. Just then someone walked behind the car. He pulled my coat back over my legs. 

“Time to go, Isabella. We have better places to be.”  


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Locke. Chapter Thirty-five: The Desmond Hotel

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Chapter Thirty-five: The Desmond Hotel


It was so cold in New York when I arrived, but I loved it. The air stung my cheeks, my little-used scarf wrapped around my neck. Jasper had surprised me with a new coat overnighted the day before. He said that he wanted me to be adequately prepared. It was especially thick, the inside lined with soft faux fur. Black, it went past my knees and had a hood. They also came with a pair of luscious vegan leather gloves, also lined. 

He was working when I arrived, so I got a taxi and went to the hotel that he rented for us in Albany. He said the one the FBI provided him was in the slums, and he wouldn’t let me step foot inside. We were staying instead at The Desmond. I walked up to the front desk and smiled nervously at the clerk. 

The blond woman looked up instantly, grinning. “Hi, may I help you?”

“Um… yeah. Hi, my… partner… has already checked in. I just need to pick up my key.”

“Yes, ma’am. What’s the name?”

“Dr. Hale. Jasper Hale.”

Something lit up in her eyes as she recognized the name. “Oh, Mrs. Hale! Yes! He said you would be coming to pick it up this afternoon,” she responded in a hurry. He came earlier in the day to make sure that everything was alright with the room. She pulled out a fancy thick envelope, the key card, and a dozen red roses in a vase from behind the counter. 

‘Darlin’ was written beautifully on the front of the envelope. Inside was a card with a drawing that he had done. It was in black marker. The center was a thick, outlined rose, and it was surrounded entirely in abstract lines, swirls, and dots. I smiled to myself as I flipped it over. The note said, “I already miss you, my sweet little girl. Get ready for me, and I’ll take you out to dinner when I get in tonight. I should be done by around seven. I love you.- Jasper.”

When I walked into the suite, I knew precisely why he had chosen it. The large wooden four-poster bed took up the wall in the very center of the room. There was also a sofa, a large sturdy looking wooden table and a desk. In the bathroom, there was a separate shower and a Jacuzzi tub that could fit three people comfortably. 

It was just four in the afternoon. I decided to quickly get showered and do my hair and makeup before running to a shopping center not far from the hotel. There were a couple of things that I could get to make our next few evenings better.

Sparkling wine, bubble bath, whipped cream, strawberries, rope, and scissors. I could only imagine what the old woman checking out thought. She was probably exactly correct on what we were going to do with them. I couldn’t wait. 

Within a second of walking into the hotel room again, I was in Jasper’s arms. I squeaked in surprise but quickly melted against him. It was a struggle to not drop my loot. He kissed me several times as if he had not seen me in months.  

“You’re early!” I excitedly declared. It was just after six. 

“I snuck out. What do we have here?” He asked playfully when he took my bags from me. 

“Why don’t you look and see?” I offered seductively. 

He took them over to the table and began to remove my purchases. The rope was very last. It was softer nylon, a deep blue. Jasper glanced back at me, smirking a little. He lifted it up. “Thank you. I love how thoughtful you are about these things.” 

I giggled. “It’s a perfect opportunity. I know that you’ve been wanting to play with some for a while.”

Jasper nodded, his back still turned to me. “On our Mexican vacation, you’re going to spend at least one night tied to something,” he murmured as he took off his jacket and threw it over the chair. When he turned around, I noticed that he was wearing the blue tie that I had gotten him for Christmas. 

“Mm, we could start practicing for that right now if you want to,” I flirtatiously urged, biting my lip. He warmly chuckled, his eyes going from my feet to my eyes. He was considering my offer very seriously.  

“Tempting. Tomorrow, though. I have plans for you already tonight, Ms. Swan.”

“Oh?” I inquired as I walked towards him. I took my new coat off and threw it over the chair with his. He obviously liked my new dress, long, tight, and red. I was wearing super comfortable lined leggings as well. They were black, and the sides had white roses going up the sides of my calves. 

He took my gloved hand and brought my wrist up to his lips. His mouth moved over my palm, gazing up at me as he kissed each of my fingertips. Then he removed my glove very carefully with his teeth. I let out a shuddering breath, my heart speeding up. I would have done anything he wanted right then. Delicately, he pulled the other off as well. 

“I have reservations for us to one of the nicest restaurants in the city.” Jasper kissed my bare palm. I swallowed, wondering how he could be so calm. “It’s Italian. And then, I bought tickets to see a special concert at The Egg,” he explained casually as he kissed the tips of my fingers. His lips were soft and warm. “It’s a popular entertainment venue here. We’ll be seeing a New Year’s themed symphony.”

“That sounds wonderful,” I whimpered. 

He brought my hand to his cheek, pushing my palm against it. “And tomorrow, I’ll get off before eight, hopefully. I want you to be ready for me when I get here because I’m going to take you out for a drink and show you off to my colleagues. But I plan to have you back here before midnight.”

I let my thumb rub over his lip. He kissed it lightly. “I do have one request for tomorrow. If you don’t mind.”

“Anything.”

“Kiss me at midnight.”

Jasper smiled. “Don’t worry, I was planning on it. You just might be tied to the bed when I do.”

“Perfect!” I beamed, making him laugh. “I’m so excited for whatever you have arranged for us. What do you want to do New Year's Day since you’re off?” 

“Lazy morning and a scene in the evening?” He supplied easily as his fingers ran down my sides.  

“Mm, yes… Sounds good. You in charge or…” I trailed off, looking up at him innocently as I did. 

His eyes got wider for a second, looking away from me as he began to blush. He bit his lip, chewing it for a moment. “How about we switch?” Jasper asked when he looked back at me.

I nodded, tracing the lines of buttons of his vest. “Out or in?”

“Let’s stay in. We can eat here and go to the bar. I am tired, and it’s stupid fucking cold,” he admitted with a wrinkled nose. I giggled. “Is that okay? I know that you want to play in public.”

“Sweetheart, I’m not cruel. I wouldn’t do anything outside in this weather,” I smirked playfully. “Sounds good, though. It’s probably better to do your first time in private anyway.”

He chuckled softly. “That makes me sound like a virgin.”

I laughed as well. “Oh, I think that we both know that’s not true. But I want you to be as comfortable as possible. And I can’t use your handcuffs on you in public.”

He turned redder. “Mm, that is true.”  

Biting my lip again, I looked over at the clock. “What time is our reservations for tonight, doctor?” I questioned as my hands slid down his chest. 

He looked at his watch. It was six-fifteen. I leaned into him, starting to kiss his neck. “They’re at seven-fifteen. It’s only about ten minutes away from the hotel, though.” 

“Oh, good,” I smirked a little as I dropped onto my knees in front of him instantly. He realized what I was doing and helped me undo his belt so that I could do the button and zipper. Jasper was already hard and ready for me. He enjoyed the conversation as much as I did. We had only been apart for about thirty-six hours, but I needed him again.

We were only about five minutes late for our reservation. It was worth it. 

At seven in the morning, Jasper woke me up with several kisses. It was actually hard to open my eyes. “I got you some hot cocoa mix and some croissants for when you want breakfast. And a cup of fruit salad.”

“Thank you,” I grumbled through my sleepiness, rubbing my eyes. I had been dead to the world. We had made love well into the night. He seemed so awake, and I wasn’t sure how. “You’re so thoughtful.”

“You came up here just for me. It’s the least that I could do.” 

“I’m spoiled,” I smiled, reaching up for his woolen coat. He was already wearing his gloves, and he stroked my cheek gently with them. I pulled him down by his lapels for a deep and lingering kiss. 

“Be ready by eight, Isabella. When we go out, you may speak normally, but you will be as polite as possible. And you will keep your naughty jokes to yourself, or you’ll regret it. You will be well-behaved in front of my co-workers,” he threatened playfully.  

Like he even had to say that. He was smirking a little. “Yes, sir.” 

“We’ll leave the bar by eleven. You’re going to serve me those strawberries and champagne that you so thoughtfully picked up for us when we return. And then we’re going to bring in the New Year in our own special way.” 

“Yes, sir,” I repeated as I lifted up and kissed him thoroughly on the lips again. “I love you. Have a good day.” 

“I always sincerely try. I love you, too. Have a good day, too.”

I couldn’t go back to sleep once he left. So, I straightened up the room and got things ready for the evening. After breakfast, I sliced the strawberries from the day before and went out to buy some flutes for the champagne. I arranged all the toys on the dresser that I brought with me. It didn’t take much time. 

While pampering myself, I continued to do research on the Tracker case. There were stories on the front pages of some of the papers at the store that I went to. I bought them to read while I wore a face mask and did my nails. Another body was found in Rochester in the days before, about two hours away. Most of them seemed to be around I-90.

On my computer, I had neatly organized my research. Bodies found in New York state with similar MOs with suspects, ones with convictions, and those with no leads. Then the surrounding states as well. There were so many. I wasn’t sure how so many women could go missing, and no one was screaming about it. Someone, somewhere, had to say something. Was it really that easy to make a young black girl in America disappear? The idea made me want to scream. I wondered how many there actually were.

I laid in my underwear for most of the afternoon, changing my tactics on my research methods. Instead of looking for a news story about bodies and murders, I started looking for missing person’s cases. New York City itself had a shocking number. I decided to save that for another day. Albany had less, but still too many. I decided to look at only a certain age range: teens and very young women. There were only a few. I wrote down their names and saved all of their information for a more in-depth inquiry later. 

Then I started on Rochester. One girl’s name kept coming up over and over again. Bree. Bree Tanner. Her mother wanted everyone to know her name. Bree Tanner was an African American girl who was a junior in college who went on a blind date with a charming rich white man. They had a good time, by her own admission, but when it was time to take her home, he didn’t. Instead, he took her to his apartment, bound, raped, and tortured her for over a day. He said that eventually, he was going to kill her when he finished using her. He was going to make her his slave. Somehow, the poor girl escaped, and an arrest was made. But the family of the accused was apparently old money in the area, and the charges were quickly dropped. The police actually apologized to the asshole. 

Two months to the day after the charges were thrown out, Bree Tanner disappeared and was never heard from again. It was now five years later, the anniversary just days before. Her mother was still seeking justice but had been getting nothing but opposition from every direction. She said that because he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, that he was getting away with murder. And it certainly seemed like she was right. She even had a court order to not even say the guy’s name because of defamation suits. It was almost always ‘the accused’ in articles. When I read his name, it made me cringe. If I were to make up a fake rich bad guy name for a story, it’s not what I would have chosen because it was way too on the nose.  

Bree never wavered in her belief that it was him that brutally raped and tortured her for hours. She knew it without a single doubt. She was conscious and sober for the entire horrible event. In her statements, she claimed his face would be forever burned into her memory. 

The family of the rapist obviously worked very hard to have his name scrubbed clean from any court documents. I couldn’t find any online. I was sure that there had to be some sort of file or record of the arrest or something. It seemed like kind of a big deal to not leave a single trace. It was only briefly mentioned in some of the stories in old papers, and I had to dig for those. I might have signed up for free trials to do so.  

Unsurprisingly, I got lost in my work.  

I had to rush to get dressed, but I was waiting with my coat and gloves in my hands. I was ready and made up prettily for the evening when Jasper arrived. My dress was long-sleeved, crushed green velvet with a low V front. It was short, so I wore thick opaque thigh highs. You could see up the sides through mesh windows. I went for chunky high-heeled boots because I didn’t want to die on the ice if I could help it. I wore the necklace that he gave me for Christmas along with a thick, black velvet choker. 

“Good evening, Isabella,” he said with a smile as he shut the door. “You are stunning, darlin.” He walked behind me to examine me. “I can’t wait to show off my gorgeous little slut,” he praised, his hand sliding over the curve of my ass. “I’ve been bragging about how you’ve come to spend the holiday with me for two days,” Jasper admitted, pecking just below my ear. I couldn’t help but smile. “So, are you going to be a good girl for me tonight?”

I nodded as his hand slid around my front. I leaned back into him, and Jasper squeezed me to his chest. His fingers spread wide over my stomach, pushing up over my breast. 

He smiled against my neck, kissing it lightly again. “I know that you will be. I’m going to go change my shirt and freshen up, and we’ll leave. Is there anything that you need to do before we go?” I shook my head. “Good.” He took his laptop out of his briefcase and set up it up on the dresser beside the assortment of toys. Then he took something out of his jacket that was in a brown bag and laid it with them. He ran his finger over the riding crop that I had brought with me in my suitcase. “I hope that you’re ready because it’s going to be an extremely long night for you.” 

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11/9/2019

Locke. Chapter Thirty-four: Christmas at the Canvas Hotel

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Chapter Thirty-four: Christmas at the Canvas Hotel


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


We made our way back to his room at the Canvas Hotel later that night. Jasper and I stayed at his parents’ all day before dropping his grandmother off at her home. It wasn’t out of the way. She lived in a nice retirement apartment for able-bodied seniors about ten miles from his parents. He carried all of her stuff inside and kissed her goodnight. She might have teased him, but it was evident that he was also her favorite. 

He took our stuff inside, sighing when the door closed behind us. Placing all the items on the table, he shrugged off his coat. Jasper’s shoulders went slack as he let out a big breath. He leaned his head from one side to the other to pop his neck. 

“My, what a day,” he said a bit sarcastically as he turned around to look at me, his long black wool coat hanging over his arm.  

“It was fun,” I replied, taking off my jacket. He took it from my grip and laid it over his. “Your family loves you. They’re funny, too.”

“They’re insane,” he mumbled as he walked to the closet to hang them up. 

“Oh, for sure,” I laughed as well. “But, I like them.”

I could see him smile just a little, his cheeks lifting. “I think that they like you, too,” Jasper puckishly remarked. 

When he finished, he turned to look at me for a long silent moment. It was a big day for him, and I could see it in the tiredness in his eyes. I closed the distance between us to kiss his lips gently. 

“Thank you for inviting me.” I knew what it meant to him. He made me feel special because, to him, I was. He had never brought another girl home and certainly never confessed his feelings, loudly, in front of his family. It meant more to me than he knew. 

“Thank you for coming, darlin. I’m sorry that they’re so intense,” he stopped, shaking his head as he blew out a long breath. “They mean well.”

I giggled, playing the buttons of his shirt. I undid the top two. “They do. I promise that it’s fine.” I smoothed my hands down his chest, looking up into his intense blue eyes. “So, tomorrow, do you want to just spend the day relaxing? We could go to my place, and I can cook for you,” I offered. 

“I’d love that,” Jasper agreed instantly, his hands resting on my hips. “Sounds like exactly what I need.”  

“Perfect.” Leaning up on my tiptoes, I kissed his lips lightly again. “I’m going to get changed for bed. Would you mind unzipping me?”

When I turned around, he wordlessly did so as he had done two weeks before when I had worn the same dress. With his lips on the back of my neck, his fingers inched down slowly. This time, I savored his attention. I closed my eyes, pulling my hair away from my neck for him. 

I grabbed my bag and went into the bathroom afterward. Taking my time, I changed into a red lace bustier and matching boyshorts. I brushed my teeth and hair, putting on dabs of perfume behind my ears, between my breasts, and on the back of my knees. Finishing with chapstick, I put on my silky blue robe. I gazed at myself in the mirror, trying to make myself look and feel confident. Like I had done so many times before in the day, my fingers traced over the lock necklace.  

Jasper was lying on the bed, sitting up against the headboard in his sleep pants and a gray t-shirt. His ankles were crossed, and he was still wearing his white socks. He had his reading glasses on and had the binder opened on his lap. They were on the very end of his nose, his eyes glued to the page. He was smiling to himself.  

“I hope you know that I want your honest opinion on it,” I told him to get his attention.

He smirked a bit, glancing up. He really didn’t seem to notice anything about what I was wearing. Jasper had seen my silk robe a few times before, and he was used to it. If he only knew what was waiting for him underneath. 

“I promise that I’ll give you one.” I looked at him in disbelief at his words. We both knew that he was biased. “I’ll have you know that I’ve already used one of the red pens,” he defended himself quickly. 

“Oh?” I said innocently, playing with the ends of my belt. “And what corrections do you have for me?”

“There was a double period on page five,” he chuckled, closing the binder to give me his full attention. His eyes went over my bare legs. My robe was rather short, giving him a lot to look at. 

“Ah. Damn typos,” I teased, clicking my tongue as I shook my head. Slowly, I pulled it off and put it on the dresser. I leaned against it as I tried to be casual. “So, would you like to keep reading, or are you ready to get on your knees for me?”

“Yes!” He shouted, practically tossing the binder to the nightstand before he started to crawl towards me on the bed. I laughed at his eagerness, his long arms pulling me towards him as he knelt on the end of the mattress. He kissed me, his hands moving to my back. They were everywhere very quickly, as were his lips. 

“Oh, my,” I giggled breathlessly, his teeth on my throat. I ran my fingers through his hair, tilting my head back as he moved to my shoulder. 

Jasper pulled back suddenly and almost dramatically. “Are you sure? This isn’t February. There is no rush. I mean it. I will wait until you’re ready.” 

“I was joking about that,” I said as I tugged at the hem of his shirt. He threw it off for me, his hands moving to my hips after. “I miss you. I need you.”

“Oh, thank God,” he moaned as he kissed down my chest. I laughed again, my fingers snaking into the curls at the back of my neck once more. Jasper began to kiss my breasts through my bra. “You’re so sexy. Is this part of my Christmas presents because I love the wrapping paper.”

“Well, it’s not like I could give it to you in front of your parents,” I joked, wiggling my hips at him. 

Jasper laughed, grabbing my waist and throwing me down to the bed. He crawled over me instantly, kissing from my collarbones to my throat before starting back down again. He was straddling my legs, his hands on either side of my body. 

“Actually, I have another gift for you,” I interjected lightly. 

“Oh?” He mumbled, kissing around my belly button. Jasper didn’t bother looking up. He was just lightly pecking, his nose dragging along my stomach gently. “I’m pretty sure that it won’t top this.”

“How would you like to do a scene on New Year’s?” I asked very softly. 

He instantly looked worried, his head shooting up. “Oh, darlin, I’d love to. But I can’t arrange to be off that quickly, and I’ll be-”

“I know. I thought that I could come up to New York for a few days. Even if we just get to sleep in the same bed for a little while, it’s all I want.” 

“Really?” He grinned wildly. “I will have that New Year’s Eve night off and the next day. It’s just not enough time to fly home. Are you sure?”

I nodded, my hair rustling against the covers. “I already bought my tickets. Don’t worry, free cancellation,” I explained as I moved my hands down his arms. “Hopefully, you’ll catch that motherfucker before, and you can come home to me.”

Jasper laughed. “That is an awesome gift. Wait. You’re ready to do a scene? Really?”

“Not tonight,” I said seductively as I pushed his sleep pants down his hips just a bit. “But it’s exactly how I want to bring in the New Year. Being completely and totally yours. We can do whatever you want.”

His eyes got wide as he began to think about it, looking away from me to the side. A million ideas were running through his head, a thousand possibilities. I put my hand on his chin and got his attention again, leaning up to kiss it. I nipped it, letting my teeth drag over his skin. 

“Do you want to go out?” He asked as I kissed up his jaw. 

“Whatever you want,” I repeated. “I’m yours.” 

“What day will you come in?” He questioned as I began to suck on his earlobe. He actually shuddered with my touch, but he was too excited to stop asking questions. 

“Thirtieth.”

Jasper looked about five years younger, his happiness making him glow. It was just a little thing to fly up there and see him, but it was totally worth it. I hadn’t had a vacation in years anyway. 

“Should I book a hotel, or can I stay with you?”

Quickly shaking his head, he grinned. “I’ll book you a nice one. I’ll stay with you there. You don’t want to stay in that shit hole,” he mumbled the last part. “When will you fly back?”

I shrugged, sitting a little on my elbows underneath him. “I haven’t bought my return flight yet. I thought that I’d talk to you first. I didn’t want to impose for too long.”

He laughed joyously. “You can stay as long as you want, darlin. If you don’t mind me working, I just want to come home to you.” 

“I can write anywhere,” I offered as I laid back against the bed. My hair fanned out around me. Innocently, I bit my lip, batting my eyelashes as my finger ran down his chest. “I’ll stay for as long as you want.” 

Jasper laughed again happily. I had never seen him smile so big before. “What if I want to keep you until I get the transfer? I’m working until the fifteenth.”  

I shrugged again. “Two weeks ain’t long. Have you bought your tickets home yet?” He shook his head. “We can fly home together. If you wanted to.”

He thought about it for a moment, looking worried. “You are going to be so bored alone all day.”

“What do you think I do every day?” I asked curiously. “I’ve been alone for years. That won’t be. And maybe I can go to New York City for a day. It’s about three hours by train, so maybe if I had an early morning, I could go for the afternoon and come back that evening. Or maybe if you get a day off, we can go together. I can go out and explore.”

“That would be great,” he agreed instantly. “You’re really willing to spend that long with me?”

I giggled, rolling my eyes. “Um, I don’t know how to break this to you, but I’m kind of hoping to spend a lot longer than that with you.” 

Taking a deep breath, he nodded. Jasper was still smiling, his cheeks hot pink. “Yeah. Me too,” he whispered before he began to kiss me. It was slow and gentle, his fingers on my jaw as his thumb ran over my cheeks. “We aren’t leaving this bed tomorrow,” he promised solemnly against my mouth. 

“You mean that you’re not going to fuck me in the shower?” I asked as I pulled his pants and underwear down his hips all the way. His erection actually bounced off my stomach. “And bent over the table. On the floor. The dresser. Can we go to the loveseat, at least? I really want to ride you there.”

“Oh, fuck. You make many splendid points,” he breathed excitedly as his fingers moved over my ribs and over my hips to my thighs. “Goddamn, you look so good. You’re going to wear this for me during a scene.”

“Yes, sir,” I moaned as he bit through the fabric of my bra. Jasper nipped at the underside of my breast, his hand going to the other side. He gently squeezed it. 

He kissed to the center of my chest then looked up at me almost shyly, innocently. “I’ve been thinking about this moment for weeks, and now I don’t know what to do. I’m actually nervous.”

“Why?” I stroked his hair soothingly. “It’s just me.”

“I know. That’s why. It’s you. I used you before, and I don’t want to do that ever again. I want you to feel adored and wanted. I did everything wrong-”

“No,” I laughed, pushing him down onto his back. “We wouldn’t be here if you did.” I straddled his waist. Taking his hands and putting them on my thighs, I pushed them back to my ass. “Now,” I swirled my hips over his erection, the rough lace rubbing against him, “you’ve made some rather grand promises, Dr. Hale, and I hope that you intend to keep them.” I leaned down and began to kiss his chest. “You said 'days.'” To make a point, I licked his nipple and very gently bit it.

This was all that was needed to jump-start his brain. He growled a bit, grabbing my hair and pulling my mouth to his. His other hand slipped down the back of my panties. We began to grind against each other, his hand on my ass moving me in a rhythm that he liked. I did, too.  

When he pulled it out, he drew his palm back for a quick, hard strike to my ass. I moaned and smiled against his mouth, rocking against him. He chuckled a little, his fingers sliding up to my bra. Jasper quickly worked it off and over my arms. 

“Fuck, we need condoms,” he suddenly realized. I shook my head. 

“The shot. Remember?”

“Are you sure?” He asked, making me laugh again. I nodded vigorously. “Okay, I’m sorry,” he laughed, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. When he opened them, he raised an eyebrow at me. “I hope that you’re ready for this,” he said a bit sarcastically, trying to get some of his own confidence back. 

“I hope that you are,” I remarked sassily, making him smirk at my challenge. 

Jasper roughly shoved me back, attacking my mouth. He crawled down my body again, spreading kisses as he went until he moved off the bed and onto the floor on his knees. I sat up on my elbows to look at him. Grabbing both of my calves, he yanked me towards the end of the mattress. I giggled at his rough treatment, but it turned into a moan as he began to kiss between my legs through the fabric of my panties. 

“Shhh…” he teased, purposefully humming against me. 

“You shhh… I’m going to get loud tonight,” I declared brazenly. I was going to be as naughty as possible to earn as many spankings as possible for New Year's. He laughed against me for a moment before his tongue ran slowly over the bend of my thigh. “And I’m going to cum everywhere. Oh, god,” I whimpered as he gave the other side the same treatment.

“Yes, you are,” he promised seductively.  

We made love until the sun literally came up. And we never made it to my apartment. Jasper didn’t let me put clothes on for two solid days. Though, we definitely made it to the sofa. A few times.  


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11/7/2019

Locke. Chapter Thirty-Three: Under the Tree

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Chapter Thirty-three: Under the tree


“Mamaw!” Jasper said excitedly when we walked into the den. There was a tiny old woman with a puff of cotton white hair around her head. She must have been nearly ninety. He instantly went to her and hugged her tightly. The woman embraced him back, disappearing in his grip. 

“How are you doing, baby?” She asked in a voice so rough that it was evident that she smoked for years. 

“Fantastic!” He beamed. Pulling back while he had one arm around her, he smiled at me cheerfully. “Mamaw, this is my girlfriend, Bella.”

She looked me over in curiosity, patting her grandson’s back as she did. “Hello! Nice to meet you, sweetheart.”

“Nice to meet you too,” I responded a little shyly. 

The woman let go of Jasper, coming over to give me a quick hug. It was apparent that she went outside to smoke a cigarette. It lingered in her hair despite the perfume. “I’m April. I was starting to wonder if you were a figment of Caroline’s imagination.”

“Rose has met her too!” Jasper laughed. 

“You know that your sister would agree with her just to shut her up,” she quipped, pulling away from me to go back to Jasper. April put her arm around his waist, looking up at him. He was trying not to laugh at her sassiness. 

“That’s true,” he whispered to her, making her snort. “But no, Bella is very real and very wonderful.”

She turned to look at me again. “I’ve read your books. I liked them just fine. But I prefer trashy romance.”

The unexpectedness of her words made me cackle in surprise. Both of my hands flew to my mouth to hide it. 

“Mamaw!” He chided her in a laugh. 

April made a face at him like he was being stupid. “What? Like you don’t enjoy porn. You were in the military and have lived on the road for years, for God's sake.”

“Mom!” Justin said in surprise. “Don’t- I- You-” He stuttered. “I don’t want to think about that.”

“I love this family so much,” Emmett laughed, plopping down on the floor next to the Christmas tree. 

I was trying to hide my amused grin by biting my lip, but I couldn’t. I snorted quietly, covering my mouth with my hand. “Oh, god.”

“You, of all people, shouldn’t laugh at this,” Jasper pouted, bright red from being teased by his grandma. 

She just kept patting his back, unfazed. “Honey, do you think that she doesn’t know that you do? Bella, you know that he looks at porn, don’t you?” 

“Mamaw, why are you doing this to me?” He whispered to the little woman. 

“You haven’t called me since Thanksgiving,” she replied as she went to go sit in the chair that her son had been sitting in before. He was now seated on the couch. Rosalie came in from the kitchen and handed her husband a mug of something steaming. 

Jasper took my hand and led me over to the loveseat. “I sent you a postcard, though!” He complained as he plopped down. I sat beside him, leaning into his side. 

“And it was very lovely, baby. But I know how to text, and you could call me more,” she explained, almost blandly. It made me snicker. Mamaw was a savage. 

“Two,” he whispered in my ear. It just made me laugh harder. “Three.” 

I snuggled into him. “Worth it,” I breathed as I tried to control it. 

Caroline finally came rushing in, putting something under the tree before going to the couch to plop down beside her husband. She beamed at him proudly. “Okay. Ready.” 

Emmett began to pass things to his wife while he still sat on the floor. She walked around and handed them to each person. Nobody began opening anything, though, until everyone had theirs. 

There were three bags, two big and one small, and a small box sitting in front of me. There was also a bright red Christmas card. Jasper leaned down and put the little box in my lap. 

“This one first,” he said before leaning down to open one from his parents. It was some new art supplies.

Carefully, I removed the bright blue paper. It was heavy and expensive. Inside was a small Tiffany’s box. I bit my lip as I opened it. It was a tiny rose gold padlock pendant on a long thin, delicate chain. I traced it with my finger. 

“I love it,” I whispered. “Thank you.”

“Turn it over.” IMS was inscribed on the other side. I leaned into him again, smiling. I instantly removed it from the box and began to put it on. Jasper took over for me, and I lifted my hair off of my shoulders to make it easier for him. He kissed right behind my ear. “Perfect.” 

It fell right above my breasts. It stood out prettily against my black dress. Once again, I traced it with my fingers.

“You’ll have to get her the key next time!” Justin teased. 

I giggled. “I’d love that, actually. I adore this kind of stuff.”
“Isn’t it nice when they tell you what to buy them next?” Emmett smirked, looking up at Rosalie. 

“It does make it easier,” he agreed in a chuckle. “Bella doesn’t usually like it when I spend money on her, though.”

His sister snorted. “Oh, I ain’t got that problem.” 

I quickly shook my head. “I don’t hate it. I just wish it wasn’t so much and that you’d let me treat you sometimes, too.”

“I think that we’ve already spoken about manners today. I think you know that I am too much of a gentleman for that,” he stated sarcastically. I laughed at his attitude. “If I want to eat at the nicest steakhouse in town, I’m going to pay for it if I’m inviting you. As friends, as a couple. It doesn’t matter.”

“So, if I invite you, I can pay?”

He narrowed his eyes at me playfully, then sighed. “We’ll discuss this later.” I giggled, leaning in to kiss his cheek. Jasper brought his hand up to my hair, running his fingers through it. 

The first gift that he opened from me was a lovely blue silk tie. He smirked a little. “I thought it would be a nice color on you,” I said innocently. This one wasn’t for tying me up with, but he would look damn sexy when he wore it for me. In the black suit with the vest, plus the leather gloves.

“I agree,” Caroline grinned. “Bella, open another gift!” She encouraged. She was mainly watching her family. Everyone else was busily working away at their pile. Jasper and I were going very slowly and primarily paying attention to each other. 

I brought up the biggest of the bags. It was also from Jasper. First, I pulled out a very nice set of watercolors, brushes, and all the little accessories that went along with it. “Oh! I haven’t painted in forever. Thank you!” Then I pulled out the big watercolors pad that took up most of the space in the sack. I opened it up to feel the weight and texture of the paper. When I realized what was inside, I gasped. 

Jasper had beautifully drawn in pencil. There were different things on every single page. Flowers, trees, mountains, food, still-lifes, animals, random abstract designs. I loved every one of them.

Tears stung my nose. Quickly, I tried to blink them away. I hugged it to my chest. “You remembered.”

He brought his hand to my hair again and brushed it away from my face. “Of course, I did. I’ve been working on that for months,” he admitted. “Since before…” Jasper trailed off, shaking his head. “Would you paint me something for my new apartment?” 

“What?” Caroline asked in surprise. “You’re getting an apartment?”

Nodding, he ducked his head as he rubbed the back of his neck. Jasper cleared his throat. “Yes, ma’am. In January. I got a promotion. I will be the second in command of the behavioral analyst unit here out of Dallas. Mostly, I will be working cases on a state level, so I’ll be in town.”

“Are you serious?” Rosalie asked in surprised. “No more traveling?”

“A little,” he admitted. “Nothing like before. I’ll be working a lot out of Dallas and Fort Worth. The bigger cities. But I’ll be in one spot a hell of a lot more. I need to settle down a bit because this is going to kill me.”

“Good!” His mother happily gushed. “That is the best Christmas present that you could have given me.”

“Congratulations, son,” Justin interjected. “Does this promotion come with a pay raise or just more work?”

Jasper grinned proudly. “It comes with another thirty thousand and an extra two weeks of paid vacation days. So, I get almost eight weeks a year now. And they roll over annually, so I never lose them. Plus, I get more put into my retirement fund.” 

“Very nice,” he nodded in approval. “Let me know when you’re ready to get a car. I’ll help you out. If you’re settling down, you’ll need one.”

“Yes, sir. I might get a truck, actually. I need something I can use for work, I think. Perhaps an SUV. Nothing huge.”

“You’ll want good gas mileage since you’ll be driving around a lot-” Rosalie began, but their mother stopped her. 

“No cars! No work today!” She huffed. 

Rosalie rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “Fine,” she pouted before looking at me. “Thank you for the chocolates, Bella.”

“You’re welcome!” I replied pleasantly, still hugging my watercolor pad to my chest. I turned to look at Jasper. “Okay, you need to open another one of mine. It’s killing me.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh?” I leaned down and picked up the biggest of the bags from me and put it in his lap. “It’s heavy, whatever it is.”

First, he pulled out the red pens and looked at them curiously, then the highlighters. Finally, he removed the binder. There was nothing on the front to show what it was, so he opened it. Jasper instantly closed it and looked at me with wide eyes. 

“Is this what I think it is?”

“What do you think it is?” I slyly asked in return. 

“Did you finish it?” He exclaimed with absolute joy, his beautiful blue eyes shining. I nodded in response. 

“Well,” I smiled a little, ducking my head. “I finished the first draft. I wanted your opinion on some things before I started the second.”

Jasper actually began to tear up a little. He sniffled deeply to control it. “Really?” I nodded again, smiling at his reaction. It was better than I could have ever expected. He quickly grabbed my face and pulled me to him for a deep but swift kiss. “Thank you so much. This is incredible. I am so honored.” I giggled as he kissed me again. 

“You’re welcome. I’m glad that you like it. Wait to read it first before you call it incredible, though.”

“No, I love it already,” he laughed. “I love you,” Jasper declared loudly before he kissed me again. 

All noises in the room stopped as all eyes turned to us. “Oh, you said that out loud,” I mumbled in a low, teasing whisper as I hid my face in his neck. He began to chuckle, rubbing my back. “I don’t think that you meant to do that.” He shook his head, still silently and almost anxiously laughing. 

“You’re in love!” His mother said excitedly. Jasper was beet red, his skin actually hot. I could feel him nod in response. I wasn’t ready to look at them yet. 

“You know, this is why I never brought anyone home,” he whispered to me. I could feel her eyes on my back.

“Do you love him, too?!” She asked boisterously, obviously very excited by the prospect. Actually, that’s why he didn’t bring anyone home. 

“Mama!” The twins whined at the same time. Emmett was laughing. Justin said, ‘Caroline’ as well. April was just watching the whole thing with interest. She had opened the box of chocolate that I had gotten her and was already eating them. 

I laughed into his neck. Finally, I pulled away. “Yes, ma’am. I do. Very much so.”

“Oh, good! You had me worried there for a second,” she remarked, putting her hand on her heart as she smiled. “That wasn’t the first time that you’ve said it, was it?” Caroline inquired expectantly with her big blue eyes looking at her son.  

“You are the nosiest woman on the planet,” Jasper mumbled to her seriously as he shook his head. “No. It wasn’t. Why don’t you open the present Bella got you, huh?”

She put her hand on her chest again. “Aw, baby! You didn’t have to get me a gift! Thank you!”

Justin opened his wordlessly, just kind of shaking his head at everything that was going on. He was much quieter than his wife. “I don’t know, she can get me stuff. I like what she got me. Thanks, honey.”

“You’re welcome! I like that kind, too,” I replied with a smile. 

“I’ll put some in the fridge, and we can share later.”

“I’d like that.” 

Caroline giggled happily, putting the two big bottles on her lap. “Aw, they’re my favorite! Thank you. Here. Open your card.”

It was what she rushed to put under the tree. I opened it and went to read the message when I realized that there were three, very crisp one hundred dollar bills inside. I closed it with a snap, my eyes wide. I opened it again and showed it to Jasper, shaking my head.  

“I can’t- I can’t-” I began to stutter. “I can’t accept this. This is very generous, I can’t,” I shook my head wildly. 

His mother didn’t look fazed. “That’s the least I spent on anyone else and the easiest shopping that I did all year!”

Covering my mouth, I looked over at Jasper. He just shrugged. I shook my head again, and he shrugged once more. “She ain’t taking it back. Just say ‘thank you.’ It’s easier.”

I looked over at Caroline, my mouth kind of hanging open. “Thank you.”

His brother-in-law chuckled warmly. “I remember the first time that I had Christmas with y’all,” Emmett began fondly, sipping from his mug. “I was just a kid, and you bought me so much shit. You got me my first DVD. It was Monster’s Inc.”

“We grew up together,” Jasper explained to me. “We’ve known each other since we were really little. His family celebrates on Christmas Eve, usually.”

Something dinged loudly in the kitchen, and Rosalie and Caroline popped up at the same time. “The sides!” 

April sighed and pushed herself up slowly. “Guess I better go supervise.” We watched them all leave. Justin continued to open his gifts. Emmett had opened their chocolates and was snacking on them and something else that appeared to be pretzels from another box. 

I giggled. “I understand so much about you now,” I said in a low whisper.  

“What is that supposed to mean?” He jokingly questioned. I shook my head, looking away from him. Jasper poked my side. 

“She’s saying that you may be quiet, like me, but you got your pushy attitude from the women in your life,” Justin smirked a little as he took the ornament that I had gotten him out of the package. He walked it over to the tree and hung it up with a smile. 

Nodding, I smirked up at my boyfriend. “Yeah, pretty much. It’s cute, though. I like it.” 

He chuckled, finally opening the binder again to look at the contents and sighed. “Well, as long as you like it.” 

I kissed his cheek lightly. “By the way, I love you, too. Thank you for my gifts.”

“You have some more to open, you know,” he said with a small bashful smile. 

“So, do you.” 



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11/5/2019

Locke. Chapter Thirty-two: In the CVS

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Chapter Thirty-Two: In the CVS


“I have to get a present for your parents,” I said suddenly as I walked out of my bedroom on Christmas morning. We had gone to my apartment so that I could get ready and retrieve all of his gifts for the day. It just dawned on me out of nowhere, and I almost shouted it at him in a panic. 

Jasper looked at me in surprise. He was sitting on my couch, wearing a nice pair of slacks and a white button-down shirt with no tie. I decided to wear the new black dress that Alice had gotten me while it still fit well enough. Since he looked good, I wanted to, too. I had done my hair and makeup as well.

“Darlin, don’t worry about that. You can just put your name on mine,” he smirked at my attitude. It didn’t help.  

“No! It’s our first Christmas as a couple, and I should have thought about getting them a present anyway.”

He quickly shook his head. “We’ve been together for two weeks, and you didn’t agree to go until a day ago. Bella, it’s fine. Showing up is enough.”

I thought for a moment, biting my lip as I totally ignored him. “I bet there is somewhere between here and there that we can stop at. A drugstore, at least. I could get a card there. Gift cards and cards to put them in, maybe,” I thought out loud. 

“Bella-”

I pouted, huffing a little as I began to pull out my phone from my purse to check some information. “We’re stopping. There is a CVS down the road. Hm. What kind of things do your parents like?”

“There isn’t going to be any arguing with you, is there?”

“No. So, just tell me, so we can get through this faster.”

My boyfriend sighed, shaking his head again as he stood finally. He came over to take the gift bags from my hands. “Uh… Let’s see. Mom likes books and wine. Chocolate. I don’t know, pretty standard stuff. She collects angels. Dad likes cars, beer, and football. He likes candy, too.”

I nodded quickly. “I can work with that.”

The drugstore was unsurprisingly busy. I went to the liquor aisle first. “What kind?”

“Oh, um… The cheap shit is her favorite. God, what is it? Arbor something…?” He tried to think about it. “She loves it. It’s like Kool-aid.” 

“Arbor mist!” I knew exactly where it was because I sometimes drank it, too. “Any particular flavor?”

“All of them,” he stated sarcastically. I grabbed two of the big bottles. “Isabella!” Jasper laughed. 

“What? They’re cheap!” I defended myself. “And maybe she’ll like me more if she’s drunk.” He just smirked. “Okay, beer?”

He reached over and grabbed a six-pack of Abita, putting it in the cart. I pushed it into the next section, which was the Christmas candy aisle. I got two different kinds of chocolate boxes with assorted flavors. There was a little crystal angel ornament hanging up from a display. I decided to get a classic car ornament, as well. Hurriedly, I found bags and tissues. 

“Oh, shit. Your sister and your grandmother. I should probably get them something, too.”

Instead of arguing with me, he just reached over and got two boxes of truffles. “They love these. Just put Emmett’s name on it too because he’s going to eat most of it.”

“Ah, well, get the bigger one for them then.” I pointed to the one next to it. He kept shaking his head but did as I asked. I just got big bows to put on top of those. “Okay. I think that’s good.”

“I think that’s going overboard,” he joked. 

“You know what? One,” I mumbled under my breath as I pushed the cart up to the front of the store to check out. 

“One what?”

I glanced over at him. “Oh, honey. One… mmm… tally,” I said as I eyed the two kids in front of us in line. He instantly understood and began to chuckle as his cheeks turned red.

Jasper nodded, clearly amused. “You’re really gonna punish me for pointing out that you obviously don’t need to get all of this stuff?”

“No. I’m going to because you’re teasing me when clearly I just want to make a good impression on your family the first time that I meet them. It’s Christmas, and I am a guest. I will not come empty-handed. My manners are better than that, and you should know that.”

He wasn’t expecting my good argument. Jasper was still smiling, but his expression was more bashful. “You know what?” He repeated my phrase. “You are correct. I apologize. One.” He nodded in agreement before leaning over to kiss my cheek. 

When we got to the car, I arranged the presents for his parents in separate gift bags with tissue paper before sticking the bows on each box of chocolate. The twenty-minute drive to his parents' house was quiet as he held my hand. I was too nervous to talk. 

The neighborhood that he turned into was very nice. We pulled up to a massive black iron gate, and he punched in a few numbers. It allowed us in. There was still a five-minute trip down the driveway to the big ranch style home. Beautiful oak trees lined the road, and there were flowers and colorful trees everywhere.

“Oh, wow. This is nice,” I whispered. “Um, what do your parents do?”

“Mom is a housewife, and Dad sells cars,” he explained very casually as he went to the trunk to pull out all the gifts. He was going to have to make two trips, even with my help. He had a lot of things to give out, as well. 

Something sort of clicked in my brain. A sense of recognition just out of reach. I thought about it. His father must have been an excellent car salesman to live in a home this nice. Maybe even owned a lot or two. Then I realized. 

“Hale BMW?” I looked over at him in shock. 

“That’s one of them, yeah,” Jasper replied nonchalantly. “He sells a few different brands.” 

There were Hale BMW commercials all over the radio and ads covering the whole town. There were probably ten lots that I could think of off the top of my head that he owned and operated. I had seen the little Hale motors logos on the back of cars and felt terribly jealous over their new vehicles for years. I think he owned rental places too. That explained why Jasper’s rental cars were so nice.

“Oh, you come from money. That makes sense,” I commented sassily. 

He looked shocked. “What is that supposed to mean?” 

“Nothing-”

“One, little girl. You better explain yourself.” I laughed at his threat. “Two.”

I clicked my tongue and rolled my eyes. “Your clothes. Where you like to eat. Why you like control,” I murmured the last sentence. He swatted my ass playfully. “Oh, do the other now too.” Jasper popped me again, making me laugh. 

The front door swung open. I was pretty sure that they couldn’t see us from behind the opened trunk. I snorted, shaking my head as I tried to will my light flush away. Jasper pinched my ass, making me squeak and giggle again.  

A giant man that was probably close to seven feet tall and three hundred pounds of muscle, or at least it felt like it to me, came out. He was wearing blue jeans and a big ugly sweater. I wondered where he found one that size. 

“Hey, hey, hey,” he called to Jasper. I don’t think that he noticed me. “Need some help?”

“Yes, please,” he replied. 

The man came around the car and stopped to look at me in surprise. “Oh, well, hello there. Aren’t you a cute little thing! What’s your name, sugar?”

“Bella,” I responded in shock as he took one of my hands. He actually brought it up to his mouth to kiss. 

Jasper swatted him upside the back of his head before he could. “No. Don’t be weird with my new girlfriend.”

“Aw! Bro! You got a girlfriend!” He exclaimed excitedly, ignoring his threatening tone. “So, you are the sweet little thing that Caroline won’t shut up about. Good. For. You,” he said each word purposefully as he checked me out. Then he looked up at Jasper. “Does she know that she’s coming?”

“No,” he answered. I didn’t know that. I figured that he told them the day before or the night that I agreed. “I thought that I’d surprise her. Give her less time to prepare her questions.”

The giant laughed. “She’s going to lose her shit. I’m Emmett, by the way. I’m this loser's brother-in-law.”

I took his offered hand and shook it firmly. “Aw! I almost liked you, and then you called my boyfriend a loser. Now you can go fuck yourself,” I responded too sweetly.

He laughed again loudly, putting his hand on his belly as he did. “I like you already. You’re feisty. I like my ladies with a little attitude.” Emmett picked up the rest of the gifts in one arm. 

“No shit. That’s why you married Rose,” Jasper smirked, rolling his eyes as he slammed the trunk closed. “Please be careful. There is beer in one of those.”

“Hell yeah. Is that for me?”

“Bella got it for Dad.”

“Aw, he’s gonna love her too,” he commented as he moved the more substantial bag to his other hand. “Good. So, if you could two could hurry up and have kids so that they get off our backs, that would be great.”

I looked over at Jasper as we made our way up the pathway to his parents’ home. “Oh, I got the shot when I went to the doctor earlier this month. Merry Christmas.”

Emmett burst into laughter again. “Damn. What a way to crush my dreams. Thanks.”

“Did you really?” Jasper asked in surprise. I nodded, smirking at him as I shrugged. 

“Ho, ho, ho,” I said dryly. Honestly, I just wanted to stop having a period and not take a pill every day. 

Jasper’s brother-in-law continued to chuckle as he led us inside. The house was perfectly decorated in chic rustic decor. Everything was wooden. 

“Hey, MA!” He shouted towards a door. “Your firstborn is here!”

“By twenty minutes,” a man in a recliner mumbled as he shook his head. I very much saw Jasper in his features. His silver hair was slicked back, and he was wearing jeans and a nice polo shirt with ‘Hale’ sewn into the breast. “Merry Christmas, boy. Where have you been?”
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“New York.”

“Sick of the yankees yet?” He joked, getting out of his chair. Emmett took the gifts that I had and put them under the huge Christmas tree. It was overstuffed with presents. The theme was definitely angels. Hopefully, the one that I got for her wasn’t one that she already had.  

“You have no idea,” his son replied as he gave him a hug. “Missed you,” he murmured into his shoulder, patting his back. 

The older man slapped his shoulder hard in return. “Me too.” He turned his attention to me before looking back at Jasper with a grin. “Well, well, well. Hello. I bet that I know your name. Isabella?”

“Bella,” I corrected, offering him my hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” 

“Caroline is going to lose her mind,” he laughed, looking between his son and his son-in-law. It was the same thing that Emmett said. He shook my hand gently, his skin soft and cool.

“Um, should I be worried?” I asked jokingly. 

“Yes,” all three of them replied at the same time, making me giggle. 

A door opened beside us, and Rosalie, Jasper’s beautiful sister, poked her head out. “Oh, there you are. Mom, Jazz is here,” she called as she looked back into the room.

“Aw, Jazz,” I smiled at my boyfriend. 

“Oh, good! Perfect timing,” I heard the older woman say as she came closer to the open door. “I just got the ham in the oven. That’ll be done in about two hours. We can open presents now and-” she stopped when she saw me. Caroline’s eyes got big, and she grinned wildly. Then she actually squealed. “Why didn’t you tell me?!”

“Surprise,” Jasper smiled innocently as he held out his hands. His mother did not look the least bit amused with him. 

She actually shoved her son out of the way to hug me. My eyes got huge as she squeezed me. “Hello, sweetheart. Merry Christmas! Welcome!”

“Thank you. Your home is so beautiful,” I complimented her, my voice a little strained. “Thank you for allowing me to join you. I hope that I’m not imposing.”

Caroline pulled back finally, taking me by the shoulders. “Gosh! No! Not at all! I am so thrilled that you are here. I was really hoping that you’d join us.” She beamed before glancing back at her son. 

“She was rather disappointed when you didn’t join us for Thanksgiving,” Jasper father’s inserted. She quickly sent him a nasty look. “Well, you were.”

I shook my head. “Oh, I didn’t even celebrate Thanksgiving this year. I was sick,” I lied before smiling politely. 

“No! Poor dear!” She put her hand on my cheek. “We’ll just have to make sure that your Christmas is extra special then.”

“It already is,” I said as I looked over her head at Jasper. He smiled at me happily. His mother looked between us and sighed. Her son rolled his eyes, reaching to take me out of her grip. 

“Okay. So… We’re almost ready to open gifts! Just give me a few minutes,” she announced in a rush before going off in an unknown direction down a hall beside us. “Oh! Someone go find Mamaw! She’s wandered off!”  

Jasper leaned in to whisper in my ear. “She’s going to find you a present,” he teased. 

“Oh, no! She doesn’t have to do that!” I breathed quickly. 

“Too late now, dear,” Jasper’s father smirked, patting my shoulder. “Just accept it. It’ll be easier, I promise.” He winked at me. “I’m Justin, by the way. Nice to meet you, Bella. Boy, why don’t you give her the quick tour since your Mama is going to be a minute.”

He nodded respectfully. “Yes, sir.”

“I’ll go find Mamaw,” Rosalie offered. 

“This is the den. This is generally where they spend most of their time,” Jasper began. He took my hand and started taking me down the hall. “There is actually a living room that no one goes in unless there is a party. Bathroom, of course,” he pointed to an opened door. “Rose’s old room. It is still the same as it was when she was seventeen. And mine.” We came to a room at the far end of the hall. That’s really where he wanted to take me for some privacy.  

Opening the door, he allowed me inside first before flicking on the light. It was rather plain. A set of wooden bunk beds took up one wall. It had stairs with drawers in them. Everything was blue or green. It was sparsely decorated as if a teenage boy stayed there a long time ago. The only touches of Jasper were the few drawings stuck to the wall. 

I felt his hands run down my shoulders from behind. “You didn’t spend much time here.”

“Not really,” he whispered, pulling my hair away from my neck to lightly kiss it. His hands rested on my hips, pulling me tight against him. Jasper finally tugged off my coat and put it on the bottom bunk before removing his own. 

Almost nervously, I played with a ring on my right hand. I couldn’t look him in the eyes. “So, do you think that she’ll let me pick out my own wedding dress, or has she already bought it?”

He laughed. “We’re eloping.”

“You better not say that too loud, or she’ll think that you’re serious.”

“I am serious. I just don’t know when it’ll happen. Not this year, at least,” he joked. Jasper reached his hand out to me, and I took it. Quickly, he pulled me towards him and into a kiss. I giggled against his mouth as his hands slowly slid down to my ass. Humming against his lips, he squeezed when he realized that I wasn’t going to stop him. 

“I miss you,” I whimpered quietly, pressing my face against his chest to catch my breath. 

Lovingly, he kissed along my temple. “I do too. No rush, though. Whenever you’re ready. We’ve got time.”

“I know.”

There was a knock at the door. “Do y’all have clothes on?” Emmett thundered. Probably loud enough so it could be heard down the hall. 

“No! Go away!” I shouted back at him just before I swung open the door almost violently. It made him jump and then burst into hilarious laughter. He clapped my shoulder as I came out into the hall past him with my chin in the air. 

“You are feisty,” he said, glancing back at his brother-in-law as he pushed past him to walk beside me. 

He put his arm around my waist. “Rude,” Jasper teased in my ear. He obviously thought I was funny, though. 

“One?” I asked with a little smirk, winking at him.  

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11/2/2019

Locke. Chapter Thirty-One: Six Flags Over Texas

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Chapter Thirty-one: Six Flags Over Texas


Jasper still didn’t tell me what we were doing in the morning. He just told me to wear comfortable clothes and walking shoes because we would be outside for most of the day. We had a nice, slow breakfast at a place that he had reserved. It was a bit fancier, and it was jam-packed for the holidays. 

It didn’t dawn on me what we were doing until we actually pulled into the Six Flags Over Texas driveway. I began to laugh, looking over at him. “Really?”

“Yeah? Is that okay? They’re doing a thing in the park for Christmas, and I used to love to go as a kid, but I haven’t in years. This is pretty date-like, right? This is an acceptable vanilla activity?” He was obviously worried. 

I laughed at his wording. “Of course, it is. I haven’t been in years either. It’s a little expensive.”

“Nah,” he replied as he came up to the window, pulling up something on his phone for the parking. Jasper sprung for the closest spots. “I did the membership thing. It was only a few bucks a month, even with the food package. So, we can go for cheap, and I can cancel whenever if you don’t like it.” 

“So, we can have more future vanilla dates?” I asked as I took his hand. He squeezed it, nodding a little as he glanced over hopefully. “Sounds fun. It’s kind of unexpected, though. I must admit. You’re usually pretty serious.”

Jasper nodded again. “Well, who doesn’t love a good coaster?”

“I guess that I shouldn’t really be surprised. I think that you like a little danger.”

He laughed, finally unbuckling his seatbelt. “Yeah, exactly. Just a little when I can control it.” 

“Me too,” I agreed.

The park was open from noon to nine for Christmas eve. There was a special light parade thirty minutes before closing. It was surprisingly not busy. I guess everyone else had their own plans. It was a little cloudy and windy too, the temperatures in the lower forties. He looked at the fast passes for a moment once we came to the front gate. 

“We don’t need those yet. Maybe if it gets busy later,” I said, just not wanting him to spend any more money. I didn’t mind waiting a few minutes in line. 

“Probably right,” he agreed as we made our way towards our first ride. There was no one in line for the La Vibora, a bobsled coaster. We walked right on. 

There were no belts in the sled. It was a long single bench seat. Jasper stepped down first and helped me get in. He sat against the back, pulling me snug against his chest with his arms around my waist. He put his chin on my shoulder after we got settled, kissing my cheek as I relaxed back against him. 

“This is going to be a good day,” I mused as we started up the first hill.  

“Yes, it is,” he replied just as we began to fall.

I screamed. I couldn’t help it. He laughed, holding onto me tightly as the wind rushed through my hair. Every curve pushed me more into him. My heart was pounding as the cold air stung my cheeks. We were both laughing when we got to the end. Jasper kissed me again. 

Sitting up a little, I realized that there was no one in line for the ride. “Um, since there isn’t anyone waiting, can we just go again?” I asked one of the young female attendants.

“Sure!” She returned brightly. “Happy Holidays!” 

“You too!” Jasper called as I relaxed back in his arms, my head tucked under his chin. I smiled at the girl contentedly. 

I didn’t scream the second time, I just laughed as I tried to keep my eyes open. 

“Okay. What’s next?” I questioned with a big smile as we got off. “Let’s see. What’s over here?”

“The Texas Giant?” He thought out loud, pointing to the left. “I think?”

“Sounds good,” I replied, taking his hand as we walked, almost entirely alone, through the chilly park. I couldn’t believe how slow it was. “I wonder if they still have the roller coaster that’s in the dark.”

“Runaway Mountain. Yes, they do,” he smiled. “I like that one, too. And there a couple of new things that I haven’t gotten to ride before.”

I giggled softly. “I see that you did your research.”

“I did,” he chuckled. “I wanted something nice to think about while I couldn’t sleep at night. This has given me something to look forward to for a week.”

“I’ve been doing some research too,” I admitted to him. “Mine is less fun but more interesting.”

“Oh?”

I nodded, looking away from him. “I’ve been looking for other murders that might be connected to the New York Tracker case,” I replied, glancing over at him. “It’s been rather horribly inspiring for the cop story.”

“Ah! How is that going?” He said excitedly, unfazed by my other comments. “I still can’t wait to read it.”

“Soon,” I promised with a laugh. “It’s not ready for you yet,” I lied. It was the first time that I ever had, and it was the only acceptable reason to. 

He sighed dramatically. “It doesn’t have to be perfect!” Jasper whined. “It’s been so long since I’ve been able to read anything new from you. I’ve resorted to reading everything over again.”

“Everything?” I laughed. 

“I’ve gone through all of your Isabella Swan stories already this month. Well, I read The Rabbit in the Snow twice when I screwed up. I hadn’t realized that you left your sweet message until then, and I knew that-” he stopped and smiled at me awkwardly. “I am a fuck up.”

I shook my head quickly. “No, you’re not. You fixed your mistake, and that’s all that matters.”

“I shouldn’t have made it in the first place.”
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“Stop,” I pleaded, turning to look at him on a bridge over a small pond filled with little white fish. I grabbed his blue jean jacket and pulled him to me. We kissed for a long moment. “Self-pity doesn’t look good on anyone. If I want to bring it up, I will, but you need to stop now. I’m serious. I mean, you’ve obviously learned your lesson or do I need to punish you? Would that make you feel better?” I offered teasingly. I just wanted him to relax and have fun. He didn’t need to think about those things.  

He licked his bottom lip, blushing a little. “It might.” 

“Maybe I’ll start keeping a tally of my own,” I said as I began to walk towards the entrance of the Texas Giant. 

Jasper chuckled. “Mm, maybe you should.”

“Sure you’re not a switch?”

“No. I just like a little pain now and again. But I think it’s something that I’d like to try with you,” he admitted. “I don’t know. Maybe I am, but just with you. We’ll see.”

There was a long walk up the stairs to the roller coaster. There were only two people waiting in line ahead of us. “What kind of pain?” I asked quietly, even though they were far ahead of us. 

The teenage couple went to the first car, so we went to the very last row. He didn’t answer until we were moving. 

“Slapping, hitting, pinching, spanking. Wrestling.” He shrugged. “It’s something that I rarely get to indulge in sexually unless I find the right sub.”

“Wrestling is fun,” I replied, looking over at him with a smirk. “So, we need to do a scene where I fight back a little?”

We started up the first hill. The click, click, click of the track was super loud. Jasper took my hand and brought it to his lips to kiss. “Yes, please. When you’re ready.”  

I screamed almost the entire way. I couldn’t help it. Jasper closed his eyes and held his chin back as he enjoyed the sensation of the wind on his face. He looked so happy. 

We walked onto the next five rides, going on eight in less than two hours. It took longer to walk to the next coaster than waiting in the queues. We decided to take a break so that we could have a snack and a drink. We chose the hot cocoa that they were pushing at every vendor along with a funnel cake.

Sitting inside the warm building by the Bugs Bunny Boomtown, only a couple of families were scattered out at the tables. I dipped a piece of the cake into the drink, taking a little nibble before licking off some of the powdered sugar. 

“Oh, that’s a good idea,” he mumbled. I giggled, taking another piece and giving it the same treatment. I offered Jasper the bite. “Mm, thank you,” he hummed after he took it from my fingers. “So, I was thinking about that vacation in February.”

“I’m sure that you have been,” I said teasingly, rubbing his ankle with the tip of my foot. 

He chuckled. “What do you think about Mexico? Do you have a passport?”

“I do.” 

“I’m thinking about renting a cabin on a beach. I don’t think that I’ll be able to do it at the beginning of February. Probably the last week. Would that be something you’d be able to do?”

“It depends on the cost,” I admitted. 

“No. I’m inviting you. You just need to show up. I’ll pay for everything,” he said quickly. “I need to get out of this country for a few days. I need to turn off my goddamn cell phone and be in the sunshine with you. All you have to do is make the time. Please?” He almost begged. 

“I want to put something towards it,” I answered. He shook his head, making me sigh. “Can’t I at least pay for some of the meals or something?”

Jasper rolled his eyes. “Alright. You can pay for some of the food. I’ll pay for the flight and cabin, though. And the special dates that I plan, I’ll pay for. If I go all out, I don’t want to have to worry about you trying to pay.”

“Okay,” I replied, taking another piece of funnel cake. “But I want to do more than that,” I pouted. “But it sounds like fun.”

He took my chin and pulled me over the small table for a kiss. “Spend your money on getting tiny bathing suits.”

“You think that I’ll wear a little swimsuit?” I giggled sarcastically.

Sitting back in his chair, he took a sip of his drink. “I want to see you in a bikini,” Jasper said, almost seductively. I laughed loudly, looking away from him. I quickly shook my head. “Aw, why not?”

I poked my stomach. “Why do you think?”

“Because you lack the confidence to see how beautiful you are. It’ll be just us. So, get something tiny if you want to spend your cash because that’s what I really want.”

“If it’s just going to be us, I’d rather wear nothing at all,” I whispered before licking some powdered sugar from my fingers. 

Jasper ran his tongue over his teeth as his eyes went over me. “I’d like that too, but I just have a vision of how sexy you’d be in some little thing just held in place with strings.” I laughed again loudly, my head falling back a little. “Red, like the crop top.” 

“Even if I got a bikini, it wouldn’t be a string one. I promise you that.”

He chuckled, offering me a bite of our snack. “We’ll see about that, darlin.” 

“You’ve already drawn me in one, haven’t you?” I asked in curiosity. He actually turned red, making me snort. “I want to see it!” 

“You definitely shouldn’t see your book now.” 

“Mine? Was it really just for drawings of me?” I asked in surprise. He didn’t answer, taking a sip of his cocoa. “Do you have other sketchbooks?”

“Yes.” 

“I want to see those too.” 

Jasper shook his head, tearing apart the funnel cake and took a bite. “One is filled with some pretty gruesome stuff. You probably don’t want to see it. I do have another one for random things that you might like.”

“What do you mean by gruesome?”

Thinking about it a moment, he wiped his hands with a napkin and swiped it at the table. “Things from my nightmares. Stuff from crime scenes that haunt me. Some memories from my time in the Middle East and Africa.”

“Well, you don’t have to show me if you don’t want to, but I’d still like to see it,” I replied, reaching for his hands. 

“I don’t want that in your head.”

I shook it swiftly. “It won’t bother me. I want to know everything about you. Maybe I can help. We can deal with your nightmares together.”

He brought me towards him again for another kiss. This one was longer, sweeter. When he pulled away, he pressed one to my forehead and sighed. 

“Ready for some more rides?” Jasper offered once the sweet was done, and we were almost finished with our drinks. I hurriedly downed mine and stretched as I stood. “Wanna head towards Runaway Mountain?”

“Sure,” I said cheerfully, taking his gloved hand.

When we left the building after throwing away our trash, he wrapped his long arm around my side and his thumb hooked into the belt loop of my jeans. I leaned into him. His fingers were so close to my ticklish waist and my ass. I wanted him to touch either spot. As if he heard my thoughts, he slipped his gloved hand just under the hem of my jacket and sweater. 

“God, I love the feeling of your gloves on my bare skin,” I whimpered as we started to walk along the rope path to the indoor coaster before it led inside. “I really want you to spank me while wearing them one day.”

He squeezed my side. “I can arrange that. Whenever you want.” 

When we got inside the tunnel, I pushed him against the wall. We were all alone, and I hadn’t seen a single person the entire walk to the attraction. But the temperatures were actually getting a little colder as it had gotten windier. One of his hands pushed under my shirt to my spine while the other rested at my hip. 

I pushed it down to my ass without breaking away.

He didn’t need any more instructions. Jasper grabbed me with both hands in big aggressive fistfuls. Our kisses deepened as we tried to press as close together as possible.

“Spank me,” I begged. I missed his hands so much. My mouth was back to his a second later. 

Without any hesitation, he struck me once, twice, and then again. He grabbed the cheek he hit, kneading it roughly as he grabbed my hair with his other hand. We never broke our kiss. I held onto his jacket, moaning against his mouth. 

After a few moments, we pulled apart. 

“We need to stop before we get caught. I’m sure there are cameras in here,” he breathed against my neck. I nodded, my heart pounding as my stomach twisted with desire.

“Maybe we can continue this later,” I offered seductively as I began to walk towards the start of the line. 

The two young teens who worked the controls up at the front looked so bored. It appeared as if there hadn’t been any guests in a very long time. 

For the next few hours, we walked onto almost every ride. We went on perhaps thirty, maybe forty. Sometimes, we just stayed on and rode it a few times in a row. We had a dinner of burgers and fries at Johnny Rockets after going on the Batman Coaster three times in a row. 

We watched the light parade, him standing behind me with his arms around my waist to keep me warm. He rested his chin on the top of my head, and I could feel his smile in the way that he held his jaw. 

When we got to the hotel, I collapsed onto the mattress. Still while fully dressed, my feet were hanging off the edge so as not to get it dirty. I was lying flat on my stomach, my arms under my head for a pillow. 

“I am so tired,” I moaned. “I haven’t walked that much in ages.”

He chuckled. “Here, let’s get you changed and into bed.”

“Are you trying to get into my pants?” I joked. 

“Little girl, we’re both too sore for that,” he replied dryly. “Go into that bathroom and get your fine ass into some pajamas, so we can go to sleep. We have a long day ahead of us.”

Without moving, I kicked off my shoes and removed my jacket so that I was just in my shirt and jeans. Lifting up some, I pushed my pants off my thighs. Finally, I rolled over and yanked them off completely before throwing off my thick purple knit sweater. Tiredly, without moving my tank top, I pulled off my bra. Everything was tossed to the floor. 

Then I flopped back so that I was face first in the bed. 

“Well, alright then,” he laughed. “I’m going to go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” 

I was asleep before he got into bed.  

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