Locke. Chapter Twenty-six: On Facebook Messenger

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Chapter Twenty-six: On Facebook Messenger

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When I packed my bag to go to the hotel, I put my new skirt and blouse into it as well as a couple of pairs of pajamas. One was a long-sleeved black cotton nightgown while the other was the little red crop top and shorts. I couldn’t decide between being safe or being mean. I didn’t want to keep Jasper waiting, so I just shoved both in there along with any toiletries I needed that I could actually remember. I knew that I must have forgotten something, but I was in too much of a rush to care.
  
He took the tote out of my hands to carry when I came out of my bedroom. He was so eager to please me, and I loved it. Jasper had been a gentleman the entire night, opening doors and remembering all of his manners. I adored it for some reason.  

Putting his arm around me, we walked to his rental car. It was a very nice midnight blue BMW. He put my bag away, pulling the door open for me. Wrapping my fingers around his coat, I tugged him down for a kiss. It lasted for ten minutes longer than I expected, but I wasn’t mad about it.  

His room at The Adolphus was on the second floor in the far corner. He hadn’t even checked in before he came to my apartment. Jasper could carry all of his luggage and my bag easily in one trip. He had his packing down to a science and could do it with one arm. He held my hand with the other.  

When the bedroom lock clicked behind us, I felt the same thrill that I did the first time I was alone with him. I had no idea what was about to happen between us, but I was excited and not just for the evening. And I was ready. With my shoulders back and chin up, I watched as Jasper set his suitcase on the dresser along with my big blue tote bag before securing his gun in the safe. 

We watched each other for a minute, and he ducked his head a little first as he flushed. He began to take off his leather gloves. Pulling them off carefully at the end of his long fingers, I bit my lip as I watched. I missed his hands. After he removed his jacket, Jasper helped me out of my coat. Neatly, he hung up both in the closet. 

I felt stuck in place, but I couldn't look away from him. Everything was happening so fast, and I wanted to soak up every moment. He came to stand behind me, gently wrapping his arms around my waist. Lightly, he kissed my temple down to my cheek. Each was tender and lingering. Everything felt so familiar.  

"Mine," Jasper whispered against my ear. I smiled, and my heart thundered for a new reason.  

I turned to face him because I could, wrapping my arms around his waist in return. Gazing up at him, I replied, “mine.” If we were going to try this, we were going to be equals. If I was going to be his, he was going to be every bit mine. 

Jasper leaned down and kissed me almost reverently, his big hands going to my back. He slid one of them up my spine into my hair so that he could hold my mouth to his. Everything was so tender and passionate. When he pulled away, he gently dragged the tip of his nose along mine before pressing a kiss to my forehead. All I could hear was my heartbeat in my ears. 

"I don't know what to do now," he admitted quietly, his hand still on the back of my neck. I pulled back to look at him, our faces only inches apart. He seemed so nervous, his eyes downcast.  

“It’s getting late,” I laughed a little nervously, running my fingers over his cheeks. I could feel his five o’clock shadow rough against my fingers. “We could just go to sleep.”

“That’s probably the best idea,” Jasper agreed, smiling a little. He leaned down and gave me another kiss instead of letting me go. Neither of us wanted to. 

Finally, I reached for my bag. “I’ll go into the bathroom to change.”

“That’s probably wise as well,” he chuckled warmly, taking a step back. 

“I don’t suppose you’d mind unzipping me first?” I asked, turning to show him the back of my dress. Lifting my hair over my shoulder, he leaned down to kiss my neck from behind and wordlessly and slowly unzipped my dress. A wild shudder ran down my spine that literally made my shoulders wiggle. “Oh, oh, oh... okay,” I laughed again as I pulled away with what little self-control that I had left. Everything in my body wanted him to bend me over the nearest solid object. 

He chuckled once more to himself alluringly, the sound going straight between my thighs. “Sorry.”

No, he wasn’t. We both knew he wasn’t.  

“Snuggles, snuggles, snuggles,” I chanted to myself as I marched into the restroom. When I shut the door, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to calm myself down. My hands were shaking again. 

I knew if I put my mind to it, I could be stubborn enough to withstand all of his many charms. It would be a struggle, but I knew it would be worth it. And more fun in the end. 

 At first, I considered the more modest gown. It would send an unambiguous signal. Closed for business. But Jasper knew what he was doing to me with those kisses, and we both knew how weak my resolve was if he really put his mind to it. He enjoyed tempting me. It was only fair to torture him a little.  

Cleaning my face, I brushed my hair and teeth before putting on more perfume. Nervously, I applied strawberry chapstick. I did want more kisses at least. As many as he would give me. I reapplied my lotion to my arms and legs that Alice had gotten me earlier in the day, wanting to smell and feel as nice as possible. I wanted him to really experience the temptation.  

The red shorts were way too big on my hips. The string was knotted, and it took forever it get it undone so that I could tighten it into place. I turned to look at my ass in the mirror, wondering if he would still like it. It probably wouldn't take that long to gain all of my weight back once I started eating again. At dinner, we both indulged.  

When I couldn’t stall anymore, I came out of the bathroom. The room was dimly lit. Jasper was laying on the bed, in blue and black plaid sleep pants and a comfortable gray t-shirt. There was only the lamp beside him on. He had one arm behind his head as he waited for me, reading something on his phone. It was super close to his face, his eyes narrowed. When he looked up from the screen, his eyes got wider. 

“Oh, so this is my punishment,” he breathed as his eyes moved over my body. “I have to behave when you look like that?”

I nodded slowly, making him smile. “Do I need to change?” I asked, playing with the bow at the bottom of the shirt. 

“Please don’t,” he answered, his eyes lifting to mine. 

I crawled onto the bed a bit more confidently than I actually felt. His grin grew as he quickly tugged me over to him, pulling me to him for a kiss. I laughed happily against his mouth, stretching away from him playfully. When I laid beside him on my side, he instantly spooned me so that his whole body was pressed perfectly against mine. Humming in pleasure, I wrapped one of his arms around me tightly as I wiggled my ass to get more comfortable.

He whimpered against my shoulder and tried to shift his growing erection to the side. I reached behind me and adjusted his hip so that he was fully pressed up against me. "Oh, no. You have to sleep all night with that right there, knowing that you can't have it yet." And then I swirled my hips against him.  

“Oh, god!” He laughed at my teasing, hiding his face in my neck. “You are a cruel mistress. So, you want me to die of blue balls, too?”

"You ain't gonna die," I smirked. "You just might want to." I pressed as hard as I could against him, jiggling my ass in precisely the way that would turn him on more. I couldn't imagine how good the friction was because it was great for me. He whimpered again. "You said that you would take any punishment happily. Now suffer." I ground against him.  

"I guess that I'll just have to endure it," he purred against my neck. "Mistress." Then he ran his hand over my stomach very gently. His fingers moved just underneath the shirt, only an inch or so under my breast.  

The phone that was in his other hand dinged loudly three times in a row very quickly right behind my head. I knew the sound right away. It was on Facebook messenger. 

“Whoever it is can fuck right off,” I giggled, wiggling against him some more. I just wanted him to call me mistress some more and rub against him. 

He chuckled softly. Shifting so that his arm was under my neck, Jasper took his phone in his other hand to read it. I instantly missed his touch. He had to bring it up closer since he wasn’t wearing his glasses and it was quite dark in the room. I could see the screen perfectly since it was almost to my nose, though. The messages were all from Alice. 

“Hey! Have you made it in town yet?” I wasn’t surprised that she knew he was coming into Dallas. They were good friends. The next said, “what time were you planning to go see Bella?” My mouth dropped open a little. The final text was, “she’s so mad that she doesn’t want to hear your name and almost started crying at the pizza place. And she’s lost a bunch of weight, and I hate it! Bella looks so miserable. You better pull out all the stops. Seriously. You better fix this.”

I sat up quickly against the headboard. My head swam with anger. “That shady bitch knew that you were coming and didn’t warn me?! I’m going to smack that skinny ho so hard, she’s gonna-”

Jasper was laughing beside me at my reaction, still laying down. “Yeah, I’ve been talking to her about it. Especially in the last few days. She knew that I was going to see you, but I was planning to go tomorrow since it was so late. I couldn’t wait, though.”

I looked away as it dawned on me. “Oh! That’s why she got me new clothes and the skincare shit. And that’s why she was so insistent that I use it tonight. Son of a bitch.” I covered my face with both of my hands. “I looked like a fucking Pinterest-fail cupcake!” 

He chuckled, his face turning a little red as he rested his head on my thigh. Jasper obviously thought it was funny. I couldn’t imagine how wild I looked. I was not amused in the least. 

"You know what? Give me that." I took his phone out of his hands and quickly snapped a picture of my pissed off face while flipping her off. The title of the photograph was ‘next time, you better warn a bitch, or I will shank you.'"  

Her first message was “YES!” the next was quickly followed, “wait. Oh, shit. You didn’t kill him, did you? Did you shank him? And you just have his phone now? Do you need help to move the body?”

“She’d go to jail so quick,” Jasper snorted when he read the messages as it sat in my lap. 

"Isn't that the truth? She'd be so disappointed when she learned that it wasn't all bad cops and handcuffs." He laughed, then nodded. "He's not dead," I replied to Alice.  

It instantly beeped. “Send proof.”

I leaned my head back against the headboard, shaking my head a little. “She’s demanding proof,” I said coyly, showing him the screen. “I’ll send her a picture.” 

I could see the wickedness in his eyes and put it on video instead. “Yeah, that’s a good idea. Okay, hold on,” he mumbled and tried his best to look like a corpse against my thigh. I gently flicked his nose, making him smile and laugh. I sent the very short clip to her right away before he knew what I was doing.

“What did you just send to her?” He laughed again, looking up at his phone. Jasper wasn’t mad though, just amused.  

“Aw! Are you in bed together? That’s so cute! I’m so pleased!” Alice answered after a moment. “He looks so happy!”

I bit my lip. It was hard not to smile even if I was annoyed at her. “I’m glad you’re happy because I’m going to ~spank~ you and you will not like it. I promise you.” 

His cell flashed in my hand just a second later. “Omg, sounds so hot. Let me know when you wanna punish me, Ma’am.” Then it flashed again. “I feel like we’re winners all around.” 

I just sighed at my best friend and handed Jasper back his phone with a shake of my head. “I’m gonna hurt her. Like, seriously.” 

“Can I watch?” He asked softly as he lightly kissed my thigh. He wiggled his eyebrows at me suggestively. 

I got up on my knees so that I could hover over him for a moment. My breasts were just a few inches from his face, and I could tell he wanted to reach forward but resisted.  

“It’s not going to be a good kind of pain,” I swore, reaching over him to turn off the light.  

“Are you trying to turn me on?” He smirked, his hand sliding from my shoulders to the small of my back. He knew better than to touch my ass yet. If he did, I would have changed into the grandma gown in a second.  

“I’m not trying. I’m succeeding.” I stopped to look down at his tented sleep pants. I finally switched off the lamp before shifting down beside him so that he could spoon me again. He instantly obliged. 

“Thank you for coming here tonight,” he said against my ear. “You don’t know how much better I’m going to sleep tonight with you in my arms.”

I hummed quietly, tilting my head to the side to lightly kiss his cheek. “I like being your teddy bear.”

He yawned quietly against my back, leaning his forward against my shoulder. “I’m sorry. I’m so tired.” 

“It’s okay,” I promised, pulling his arm around me tightly. “We can talk more in the morning.”

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