Locke. Chapter Ten: The Chef's Palette

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Chapter Ten: The Chef's Palette 

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, okay.”

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

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

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

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

“You’re welcome.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I got them just for you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Malibu and pineapple, please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We might have gotten a little drunk. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I want you," I begged breathlessly. 

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do anything interesting?” His friend asked next. 

“Oh, what should I tell him?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tomorrow?” He answered instantly. 

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

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

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

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