Locke. Chapter Five: The Indigo

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Chapter Five: The Indigo

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

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I didn’t have the time to get ready as I had before. Between batches of cookies, I got showered, dressed, and did my makeup and hair at the kitchen table with Alice. Before I left, I packed a bag with toys and the supplies that I bought last time. I also put a couple of bags of each kind of cookie into a random tin that we had for Jasper. It was blue with stars on it. It was probably from Christmas. 

This time I wore a white button-down shirt with a tight black pencil skirt that went past my knees. Underneath was a simple white cotton set of lingerie. My hair was pulled up at the top of my head in a bun. I decided to wear bright red lipstick this time. I was feeling a lot more confident than I did before.

“You look like you’re about to reenact a scene from The Secretary,” Alice teased as we walked down to her car. She had agreed to drive me there to save me the cash. I had helped her out all day, it was the least she could do, she said. I wasn’t going to turn her down.  

“This is better than any movie,” I told her breathlessly, fanning myself dramatically. She laughed, nodding her head in agreement. 

The hotel wasn't what I was expecting it to be after the last one. This one was more modern. The walls were dotted with pop art, and purple lights were glowing in the halls to the elevators. Indie music played over the speakers quietly.   

When I got to the door, there was no hesitation from me. I knocked instantly.

Jasper opened the door a half-second later and smiled when he took in my appearance. "Good evening, Isabella. Right on time. Come in." 

I strode past him boldly into the room, my chest out, and my shoulders back. When the lock clicked, it just made me more excited. Holding my chin high, I waited for his instructions. Quickly he came behind me, removing my thin coat and taking my purse to put on the dresser beside the television. He was wearing the same outfit from before, looking just as delicious.   

He came to stand in front of me, holding my chin so that my eyes would meet his. “You’re looking like quite the fantasy this evening, Isabella. Did you know what you were going to do to me when you chose this outfit?”

I smirked a little, then I nodded. He chuckled at my attitude, walking behind me. Gently, he began to kiss along my ear before blowing across it with a tiny sigh. "Oh, yes. I feel better already," he mumbled as he pulled me tightly against him. His nose skimmed up the back of my neck, breathing in deeply.  

“I trust that I don’t have to explain my feelings towards noises again tonight, Isabella.” I shook my head. He pecked at my skin at the nape of my neck that was exposed by my collar. “Good.” 

He walked around me, going to his laptop. Jasper chose a song this time, putting it on repeat. I recognized it from the list from the time before. “Tonight, you won’t cum until I tell you to. If you do, you won’t be able to sit comfortably for a week. Do you understand?” I nodded my head vigorously. 

I was going to cum everywhere. Multiple times. I was looking forward to sleeping on my stomach. 

Jasper made his way behind me again. His hands migrated over my hips, sliding up my stomach to my breasts. He pressed his nose into my hair as he began to work my nipples until they were hard through the fabric. When he moved them, I actually rocked against him. One of his arms wrapped around my waist while the other went to my hair and pulled out the bun. He freed it from its bobby pins, putting them to the side. He breathed in my scent deeply before his teeth moved over my ear roughly. 

“So, should I take you over my knee for dressing like a temptress? Purposefully trying to entice me like the slut we both know you are.” His hand around my waist pulled me tighter. I nodded my head, closing my eyes as I enjoyed his touch. He chuckled again a little, unbuttoning the top three buttons of my shirt to show off my cleavage. Gingerly, he pulled my hair away from my neck and bit deeply into it, sliding his hand underneath the fabric. I gasped loudly despite myself, my head falling back against his shoulder. “You taste so fucking good,” he growled in my ear. 

Snatching a whole handful of my hair, he pulled me towards a metal and leather bench in front of the bed. Yanking me down, he had me over his lap in a matter of seconds. 

“Showing your ass off like a whore.” He smacked my upper thighs through the skirt. Squeezing a tight handful of my cheek, he moved to the other side. “Do you like it when men look at you in tight clothes, Isabella?” He struck me again. “Answer me, slut.”

“Yes, sir.”

His strong hand moved between my legs, gripping me roughly. Jasper spanked me so hard that I jolted in his lap. Over and over again, his palm connected. I bit my lip, smiling to myself as I enjoyed what I was sure was just going to be the warm-up. His other hand slid up to my back, pushing my hair away from my face so he could see my expression. His fingers tickled the back of my knee, pushing my skirt up just a little.  

“Stand up.”

My legs wobbled as I came to my feet. He stood, towering over me. Jasper lifted my eyes to look up at him, tilting my head so that my hair fell down my back. 

“These lips. These slutty red lips. Did you want me to use your mouth? Is that why you painted them like a whore?”

I nodded a little. He clicked his tongue in false disappointment, moving his thumb just underneath my mouth. With his other hand, he pulled out his belt slowly. “Put your hands on the bench.” I did so confidently, arching my back a little. 

Jasper slid his hand over my shoulder, following it down the curve of my ass as he came to stand to my side. He traced the back of my knees with his belt, considering what he wanted to do with me. The anticipation was making my hands shake a little. 

“This is more evocative than if you were bare naked in front of me, I swear,” he mumbled, striking me with the belt. My head lolled back against my shoulder, closing my eyes as he gave me what I needed. “Especially when you’re enjoying it so much.” Five hits in a row connected, jarring me a little. I stiffened my elbows, biting my lip. “Don’t mess up your lipstick, whore. I want it pretty when you kiss my cock.” It popped from my teeth. The belt struck just between my legs, my mouth opening wide in pleasure. 

He brought my skirt over my ass finally, and the air felt too cold. My muscles were already singing, and we had barely gotten started. 

“Innocent white. I’m not surprised. You try so hard to look chaste.” He belted me. Then again. Again. Again. Again. Again. It was in a stinging rhythm. Delicious, purposeful, unrelenting. 

"Take off your shirt." I hurriedly unbuttoned my white blouse, and he helped me remove it from my shoulders. Jasper took it to my purse. "Shoes and skirt now." 

When I was done, I stood in my bra and panties in front of the bench.  

“Fuck. All you need are the matching knee socks, Isabella,” he cooed. Jasper came to stand behind me, his denim-covered erection stabbing into my panties. His fingers quickly worked off my bra, pulling it away. “What shall I do with a naughty girl like you, hm?”

Anything you want, sir. 

"Put your hands on the bench again." I did, and the leather seat seemed plush under my palms. His fingers moved between my legs, rubbing the wet cotton against my clit. My legs stiffened. "You're so wet. You better not cum yet." He moved the panties to the side, his fingers against me. It felt amazing. My mouth hung open again. When I was almost there, he pulled away, and his hand smacked my ass.  

With my wet lips exposed to the air, he began to spank me again in earnest. I started to shake with the effort of staying upright and not orgasming when the leather would drag against my vulnerable skin.

He pulled away, and I could see out of the corner of my eye that he was getting undressed. Jasper crawled in front of me so that he was on his knees on the bed. Almost sweetly his pushing my hair out of my eyes.  

“Use those pretty lips and kiss my cock. Thank it for the pleasure it’s about to give you.”

I was happy to oblige, kissing his head, shaft, and base over and over again. I was leaving lipstick prints all over it. 

"Open your mouth," he commanded as he yanked my hair back in a fistful. When I did, he slid inside until he hit the back of my throat. With one hand in my curls and the other on my cheek, he fucked my mouth relentlessly. When he pulled away with a little pop from my lips, he brought to the condom wrapper to my wet mouth. I eagerly kissed it. 

When he came to stand behind me, his probing fingers pushed my panties to the side again. Jasper rubbed my clit gently. A loud shuddering breath echoed in my chest. Only a second later, he drove inside of me hard. His warm hands smoothed over my panties, going to my hips to pull me back on him. I wanted to bounce back on him so hard.

“I can feel your pussy tightening around me. You’re so close, aren’t you?” I nodded. He pulled out and slammed back in, making me squeak very quietly. I wasn’t sure if he even heard it. “Am I going to have to punish you?” He pushed again, both of his hands pulling me back. I nodded my head, bouncing back against him as really I wanted. 

Jasper smacked me hard, pumping into me furiously. My nails dug into the leather, my elbows buckling a little under the pounding. A moment before I was going to cum, he pulled out of me. His belt cut across my thighs. 

I called out in surprise, cum soaking my panties. His hand spanked between my legs several times, extending my orgasm. He continued until it dripped down my thighs to my knees. 

“I knew you’d get messier if I told you not to,” he whispered in my ear. “Get on the bed. Sit on the end.” 

Scrambling to the spot, he shoved me back forcefully after putting a tie around my eyes. His strong hands yanked my legs apart. He began to lick my panties between my thighs, humming in pleasure. 

“So, it doesn’t stop once it gets started, hm?” He questioned. I nodded. “It’s time to cum, Isabella.” He pulled my panties off. He dragged the wet material between my breasts. “They don’t look so innocent now.” 

Jasper took my ankle, rubbing it gently before wrapping a tie around each. Then he got off the bed. My legs were spread wide, tying my feet to the bench. They were as far apart as they could be comfortably. I couldn’t bend my knees if I wanted to. I felt open and exposed. 

His smooth finger moved over my lips, cupping me. “This is mine.” He struck me there. “It cums when I tell it to.” Again. Again. “This is my pussy. My pussy is going to soak the bed just like she did her chaste little panties.”

I was already dripping all over his hand. Every word was pushing me further. His fingers moved inside of me, curling in just the right spot. I squeaked again, cumming hard as I rocked in place. 

"Damn. Yeah. Like that, Isabella," he cooed, his whole palm rubbing against my clit hard. It's like every action and word opened me up more, taking me away again and again. I totally relaxed, my body tensing with my orgasms, reminding me about how he worked me over earlier. I was entirely focused on my body and his hands, the feelings washing over me.  

And then his lips touched me. 

As soon as his tongue drag over my sensitive clit, my fingers knotted in his hair and my ass actually bounced hard off the bed. My head fell back, my whole body practically vibrating. He growled against my skin before attacking me, sucking it into his mouth so he could run his teeth over it. 

"Oh, fuck!" I called out as I came so violently I almost jerked away.  

He slapped my face hard before his hot palm went over my mouth. “Do I need to gag you?” I shook my head quickly, annoyed with myself that I had given him what he wanted so easily. “I don’t believe you.” The tip of his cock went to my lips as he straddled my face. “Think you can keep quiet with something in your mouth?”

Jasper began to lick me again, his hips rocking as he fucked my mouth once more. I could taste the condom for the first minute before it slowly faded away until I could taste only him. I became lost in my actions, my body giving him what he wanted, whether I wanted it to or not. I had no control over it, but he did. I was in heaven.  

“Oh, god,” he breathed as he pulled out of my mouth, sitting upon his knees over me. He very purposefully came all over my face, open mouth, and chest. He groaned in pleasure. “Damn. That is so good.”

He shifted so that be was between my legs. With light kisses on the top of my foot, he untied my legs. He bent my knees when he did, pushing them up as he leaned down to begin to eat me again while sitting on the bench in front of the bed. My fingers went into his hair, jerking as I enjoyed his aggressive mouth. He was not gentle, nipping and sucking hard enough to probably leave hickies.  

When I came this time, I arched off the bed until I was actually sitting up. I was practically hugging his head to my body, shaking violently. Then he pulled away, and I fell back with both arms above my head. 

The bed shifted as he came to lay down beside me. His gentle fingers stroked my stomach softly, his warm lips on my cheek as he lightly kissed it. "I'm going to remove your blindfold. When I do, the scene will be over, and I'd like you to speak and move freely. Do you understand?"  

I nodded, and the mask came off.  

Instantly I giggled happily, rolling into him. His arms greeted me, pulling me to his solid chest. I didn’t ask for a kiss this time. Instead, I just kissed him. Jasper hummed in pleasure, his big hand going to my ass to grip it. I squeaked against his mouth. 

“Are you okay?” He asked when I pulled away. I flopped against the pillow. 

“I feel phenomenal.” 

“Me too.” He kissed me again, his hand on my cheek as his thumb brushed over my temple. “Want to take a shower with me, messy girl?” I nodded my head vigorously, making him chuckle. I smiled brightly in return. 

He turned the water on in the shower to warm up. “Put your hands on the counter. Let me check you out. I don’t think I did any damage.” Jasper began to examine my skin, running his fingers over it as he did. 

“No, I don’t think so. My panties were on for all of the spankings,” I said with a little sigh of happiness in my voice. He chuckled. “What?”

“Nothing. I understand exactly how you feel right now,” he mumbled, kind of smirking to himself. “I’ll still rub something on there just in case.”

“Thank you.”

His fingers gripped me again. “Trust me. My pleasure.”

The water was so relaxing. He was very tender with me. It was lovely. Afterward, he helped to dry me off with the fluffy soft white towel. "So, if I ask nicely, next time will you wear that bra and panties with some white knee socks?" He questioned as he dried off my thighs. Jasper was looking up at me with a naughty smile. 

“Will there be a next time?” I asked lightly, brushing his naturally blond hair out of his eyes. It had turned a shade of light brown in the water. The ends were reverting back yellow as it dried. I didn’t want to stop touching him. 

“I sincerely hope so.” He glanced up at me again from his kneeling position, getting the other thigh. He slowly stood to his full height until he towered over me once more. He was so beautiful, his body perfect. 

“I’m honestly still surprised you wanted to see me again,” I said with a little self-conscious laugh, rubbing my hand over my stomach. “I wanted to, but I didn’t think we would.”

He cocked his head to the side slightly. “Why? I thought I had made it pretty clear that I wanted to play again, too.”

“You did. But… I mean, come on! Look at you and look at me. Don’t you see a difference?” I questioned. 

He crossed his arms over his bare chest. "I'm looking at you, and I don't know what you're talking about." 

I looked away, blushing. "You are a buff cop, and I'm a chubby-" 

“You’re beautiful!” Jasper cut me off quickly. 

“I never said I wasn’t,” I told him confidently. “The two aren’t mutually exclusive, you know. I’m just smart enough to know that, normally, your type doesn’t go for me, though. It’s okay. It’s just a fact.” 

“Honestly, I only work out because there are only so many hours you can stare at a hotel ceiling at night. And I need to be fit for my job. I get what you’re saying, but-” he paused, licking his lips as he considered his words. “You happen to be my type.”

I laughed, not believing him. "And what is that type, exactly? Hm?" I leaned against the counter, my hands on the edge. I wanted to know precisely what type I was to him.   

“I like brunettes with dark eyes. Full breasts,” his fingers skimmed over the curve of my chest as he spoke, “thick thighs. A big ass.” He smiled. I giggled, looking away from him as I blushed again. “I prefer my women on the curvier side. I want something supple under my hands. Everything about my life is hard. I want the girl that I’m lucky enough to spend time with to be soft.”

A shiver ran down my spine, my hand going to his cheek so that I could pull him down for a kiss. He brought me closer, his hands gripping my shoulders until they slid down to my own. 

“So, knee socks next time?” I breathed out softly as he began to peck at my lips. He brought my arms around his neck before lifting me up on the countertop. 

“Yes, please.” We kissed there for several minutes. He was flushed, his lips wet when we pulled apart. Jasper was hard again. “I don’t suppose you’d like to play some more? Maybe do another scene?”

“I’d love to,” I said innocently, batting my eyelashes. “Maybe you’ll make me scream this time.”

“I got close last time,” he replied as he trailed his hand down my stomach. 

I giggled breathlessly. “Yes, you did. Oh, by the way, I brought a little bag of toys for us to use. If you want to.” 

His smile grew wider. “Get your fine ass out there and go get that bag, Isabella. Then go lay on the bench on your stomach.” Jasper slapped it hard as I went. I giggled again happily. 

After a couple more hours and another shower, I got dressed to leave. I was sore all over, and I was pleased about it. When I put the toy bag away, I pulled out the tin I had brought for Jasper.  

“I brought you a gift,” I told him, tapping my nail on it to get his attention. “It’s a bunch of those cookies I was telling you about. I baked them this morning, so they’re nice and fresh.” 

Jasper came to stand beside me, taking it slowly. He opened it and lifted it to his nose. He breathed in deeply, moaning softly. “I wondered why you smelt so good earlier. I forgot you were baking today. These look incredible. Thank you.”

“They taste pretty good too,” I said with a smile, bumping my hip into him. “You’re welcome. Enjoy.”

“This is awesome. I don’t remember the last time I ate something homemade,” he said very quietly. Jasper seemed genuinely touched by the gesture. He brought me in for a kiss, then pulled away with a funny look on his face. “Oh, and that explains why you tasted so good, too.”

“Did I taste like powdered sugar?” I teased. I had been covered in it at several points in the day, even after my shower.  

“Yes, actually.” I giggled. “I loved it,” he continued to tease me. 

“I’ll remember to add that to my beauty routine. A light dusting before every date.” I mimed putting powder on my cheeks and chest. He chuckled warmly. 

"Well, I've never thought about powdered sugar as one of the foods that I'd used in a scene, but I can see now that I've been missing out. Strawberries, a little whipped cream, and chocolate. A good sprinkle of powdered sugar." I giggled again. "Sounds like a good dessert to me. I'd love to eat it off of you right now." 

“Down, boy. I’m already walking funny,” I joked as he helped me put my coat on. He pulled my hair out from the collar, kissing my cheek. “I’d love to do a scene with food, though. Sometime soon?”

"Yeah. Sounds good. Maybe when I have a couple of days in a row off, so I have more time to prepare. Next time, feel free to bring any toys you want to play with. I don't have anything because I can't travel with it." 

We walked out to the lobby as we waited for my car arrived. When it did, he opened the door for me. Jasper slowly leaned down to kiss me before allowing me to slip inside. 

“Goodnight, Isabella,” he said when he pulled away.  

This time I didn’t look back because I knew that I would be seeing him again.         

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