Locke. Chapter Two: An Apartment in Addison

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An Apartment in Addison 

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I texted with Jasper, Whit's real name, for two weeks. Surprisingly, though we flirted and made jokes, we didn't talk about our shared hobby in detail at all. I didn't know how to bring it up, even though I gave Alice shit for not just asking him to play. But she had known him for years. That was a big difference.  

We talked about my stories and his work, but only in the vaguest terms. He showed me his pencil and pen drawings, and I shared pictures of the dozens of small watercolors that lined the walls of my bedroom. And though Jasper was often serious and sometimes formal, I found him funny. And charming.  

“Where are you today?” I texted inquisitively one evening. It was late, and we hadn’t chatted for most of the morning. He had been on a plane for almost all of the day before. 

“Baltimore.”

I literally knew nothing about Maryland. I wasn’t even sure that I could point at it on a map without a couple of guesses. “Exciting. Getting to do anything fun while you’re there?” I was hoping he at least had the night off. He had worked for nine days straight. 

His response was right away. “I’ve been in a police station for ten hours, half of that time waiting for a judge to sign something. Someone had to hunt him down on a golf course. My day was beyond thrilling.”

“Why were you at the police station all day?” I questioned in curiosity. I wanted to know everything about his job, though he didn’t talk about it much. 

“In the case that we’re currently working on, we IDed some possible suspects. They were arrested and, with our help, they interrogated them. It just took some time to get the ball rolling.”

“What’s your job title exactly?” I asked next. I wasn’t sure if he would even tell me. 

“I am a doctor of behavioral psychology. I work as a profiler in the NCAVC branch. My title is Special Agent.”

NCAVC. I decided to look it up instead of asking him what it meant. National Center for the Analysis of Violent Crimes. I bit my lip, trying to think of what to ask about next. Curiosity continued to eat at me. Just talking to him was giving me story ideas.  

“Wow, that sounds intense. What type of violent crime?” I wondered, pushing my luck. I wasn’t sure even Alice knew this much. But she probably wasn’t that interested either. All she wanted from him was a good spanking. 

“How do you think I know that you’re not a serial killer, Isabella?” He asked me in return. 

“Ah,” I replied. I wondered if he meant that he worked looking for literal serial killers, or just killers in general. I knew he wouldn’t answer that question. “So, very intense.”

The three dots popped up instantly. “Mm, yeah. A boring day is usually a good day.”

“I can’t imagine having a bad day at your office,” I commented, biting my lip again as I laid back in bed with my phone in my pajamas. I was starting to gnaw at it as my anxiety began to build a little. 

“Well, sometimes when we have a bad day, people die. So, I try not to have them if I can help it.” 

"I'm sorry," I said right away. I had walked too far on the thin ice, and I could practically hear it cracking under my feet in the text.   

"No, I'm sorry. You were making normal polite conversation, and I made it unnecessarily bleak. I apologize. I was going to ask you a question, but I'm not sure you'll be amiable to it now."  

“No, go ahead. It’s fine,” I sent back quickly with a smile emoji. 

“So, I should be coming into Dallas this weekend,” he began. That was two days away. “I was wondering if you’d be interested in playing Saturday night?”

I didn’t even have to think about it. “Yes. I’d love to.”

“Great. Um… So, if you could, would you send over a checklist of yours? I’ll send mine. I want to make sure it goes well for both of us. So we both know what to expect.”

I realized then that I didn’t have one for him just ready to go. It had been far too long since I had played with someone else and I didn’t actually expect it to happen with him, even if I enjoyed chatting. 

“I don’t suppose you have a link that you can share to the same one you filled out? It’ll be easier to compare notes that way,” I asked, trying to make it seem like I wasn’t totally unprepared. I had wanted this to happen, I wasn’t sure why I hadn’t gotten it ready. A moment later, a link popped up in the message feed. “Oh! Perfect. Thank you!”

“You’re very welcome. I’ve already sent you mine in an email if you’d like to look. I need to get back to work now. I’ll talk to you tomorrow?”

"Yup. I'll fill this out, and I'll read yours. Have a good day," I replied, hoping he understood the meaning behind it.  

“I always sincerely try to. Have a good night, Isabella.”

When he used my full name, it made my stomach tighten. I decided I needed a drink before I read through his checklist. A strong one. Putting on my silky blue robe, I pulled my hair up into a ponytail before padding out to the kitchen. Tanya and Edward were in there, making dinner together. He was standing behind her, his hands on her hips as he pressed himself to her ass as closely as he could. She was giggling as he kissed her neck. 

I rushed by them, trying to ignore their scene. I wasn’t in the mood for it. Let them have their romance. I was going to get kinky. 

“Hey, Bella. Want some of this?” Tanya pointed to her pot of spaghetti noodles with the wooden spoon.

Not even looking at her, I began to search through the cabinets. "No, thanks." 

“Are you okay?” She asked a bit worriedly. 

I shook my head. “Yeah. Why?” I asked distractedly as I went to the next cabinet. I knew I had some sort of vodka that I could mix with the juice that I kept in the fridge. 

“You’re acting kind of…”

“Weird,” Edward mumbled under his breath. Tanya elbowed him hard in the gut. “I didn’t say she was weird,” he defended himself. “You seem distressed, I mean.” 

“I’m just looking for my vodka,” I explained. 

“Okay,” she laughed a little nervously. “Um… Why do you need it?”

I stopped and finally looked at them both. She wanted an answer, and I knew I had to give her one. "Uh, I have a date Saturday," I blurted out. That was as good as any reason to be looking for the liquor. It was a lie. It really wasn't a date. I was about to have wild sex, but I couldn't tell them that. Tanya didn't know about my lifestyle, and I would never bring it up. Especially in front of Edward.  

“Oh!” My roommate said excitedly, passing her spoon to her boyfriend. “Anyone that I know?” She started to help me look for the bottle. My answer made my search somehow more normal. 

“No,” I laughed a little. She knew all of my very few friends. 

“How did you meet?” She asked. 

“Alice. We’ve been talking online for a couple of weeks now.”

"I didn't even know you were chatting with someone!" She laughed pleasantly, genuinely happy for me. Edward passed her back the spoon and mumbled that he was going to run to the restroom. She ignored him, putting it on the edge of the big pot to continue helping me in my quest. She had moved several cans of tomatoes onto the counter. "What's his name?"  

I considered telling her what his real name was, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to share that information with her just yet. So, I decided to use his pseudonym from his private profile. “Whit.” 

Finally, I found the big glass bottle of cheap vodka. It had a fine layer of dust on it, especially around the shoulders. The last time that I had any was probably months before. I wasn’t a huge drinker. Tanya began to put the tomatoes away again. 

“What does he do?”

Quickly, I washed the bottle. “He works for the FBI.”

“Oh, a cop!”

“A doctor, actually,” I laughed at her excitement, pouring a double shot into the glass before putting it in the freezer to find easier later. I had a feeling that I wasn’t done with it yet. “A doctor cop, even. He’s a psychologist.”

“Oh, double sexy. I can see why you need a drink now.” She nodded her head, tossing her pretty hair over her shoulder. I chuckled, pouring the fruit punch into the cup next. “What are you going to do on your date?”

“I don’t know. He just asked. He had to get back to work,” I explained.  

She picked up her spoon, pursing her lips as she thought about her next question. “Hm. Dr. Whit. What’s his last name?”

“Locke.”

She tapped the utensil on the edge of the pot. "Dr. Locke. Hm… Dr. and Mrs. Locke," she sounded out, thinking about it loud.  

“No,” I snorted. 

She looked offended by my response. “Why not!?” 

I rolled my eyes and kind of shook my head. “I’m already nervous. It’s just a first date. Stop it.”

“Yeah. Okay, sorry,” she giggled. “So, is he a cop doctor or doctor cop?”

I stopped, looking at her in confusion. “What’s the difference?”

“Is he a doctor for the cops or-”

“Oh! He’s a doctor who is a cop. He’s a profiler. He’s not a therapist for other agents or whatever.”

Tanya tossed her blond hair again, her lips curving into a smile. “What does he look like?”

Avoiding her eyes, I got a straw to stir my drink. “I don’t know, actually. I haven’t seen any pictures.”

She made a face. “Why not?”

“Because looks don’t matter!” I replied firmly. I couldn’t tell her that I had only seen pictures of his sexy body. I didn’t care what his face looked like, I just wanted to lick his abs. 

“Mm,” she hummed. Edward came back into the kitchen, going to his spot behind her as she went to stir their dinner again. “Well, tell me how it goes.”

“I will,” I said too brightly, taking a big gulp of my drink. Edward’s eyes moved over me once, taking in my robe and bare legs before turning his attention back to his girlfriend.

When I got back to my room, I opened up my email to find one from Jasper waiting for me. I swallowed heavily, feeling my cheeks flush. 

The list was not the biggest I had ever seen, but it was comprehensive. Almost all of our answers lined up really well. He was more experienced, though. I wanted to try everything that he liked or loved. He was skilled in everything I enjoyed as well. Most of our hard limits were the same, too. We were both voyeurs and exhibitionist who were into giving and receiving pain and pleasure. I was a switch, he was a Dom. We both loved spanking, belts, hair pulling, riding crops, and just about every sexual thing you could do. 

I drank the whole glass down in one big slurp after I finished reading. Before I started mine, I got another. 

“You must like him,” Tanya teased when I came from the second. She was sprinkling cheese into the now drained pasta. There was some sort of white sauce covering it. 

“Yeah,” I laughed nervously. 

“That’s nice! You need someone! Maybe we could go on a double date.”

I scoffed. I didn't mean to. It just came out. That sounded like torture. Trying to pretend to be normal for two hours with my crush and my hopefully new fuck buddy. Clearing my throat quickly, I shook my head. 

"No. Like I said, first date. Don't make me nervous." 

“You have to think positive! You’re a great woman. He’d be lucky to have you. You’re super cool.”

“I agree,” I smirked a little. “That’s why I don’t want to go on a double date, actually. I’m not that much of a dork,” I quipped. Edward snorted, looking away from me. Tanya swatted at him gently. He simply dodged out of his way with a chuckle, taking a sip of his beer. 

“Double dates are fun!” She pouted at both of us. 

“No, they’re not,” I replied back once I was done making my second drink. I didn’t want to sleep with Tanya, so I didn’t have to agree with her about anything.  

It wasn't a hard thing to fill out, just tedious. There were even spots for notes. I wasn't comfortable enough to make all the dirty jokes I wanted to in them. Yet. The one I had sent to Alice years before had been comedy gold.  

Then there was the spot for watersports. I made a little face, but he needed to know. "So, sometimes if I'm really excited, I squirt. I try not to if I can help it. It's a mess. I just wanted to give you a warning. Once it starts, it's hard to stop. It's embarrassing. Sorry." 

It seemed weird that I had nothing else to add, but that’s all I could of. My face was a violent shade of red the entire time I wrote it out. 

When I woke up, there was a message waiting for me. "Thank you for sending me your list so quickly. You didn't have to rush." 

“It was easy to fill out,” I answered. 

“Do you have any questions about mine?”

“Not really. Seems pretty straightforward. Alice was right when she said we were compatible. You?”

"Yes." There was a slight pause. "Why would you be embarrassed about something you do involuntarily?" 

Just thinking about what I had done in the past made my face turn neon pink even though I was totally alone. “I don’t think you understand the mess that I’m talking about.”

“Mm, I think I can imagine it. Does it not feel good?”

I laughed to myself, lying on my side. “It feels amazing, at the time. Then horrendous after. Will it bother you?”

“Not in the least. Can I just tell you how happy I am that you’re not into blood, knives, ponies, puppies, fire, or branding, though?”

I laughed again, biting my lip as I looked down at the screen of my cell phone. “I’m just glad you don’t want to spit on me while choking me out.”

“Yeah, I feel asphyxiation generally ruins the moment.”

It was hard not to giggle. I was smiling like an idiot. “There wasn’t a spot for necrophilia. But, just in case, hard limit all the way around.” 

“lol, Same.”

"So, still at the police station?” I asked, hoping his night had gone well.  

"Actually on a plane back to Texas. A pit stop in Houston and then I'll be flying in on Saturday morning." 

“Oh. That’s a shorter flight at least. I know you’re tired.”

“I am, but I’ll get tomorrow evening off to rest. So…” There was a slight pause. “I’m going to be staying in a hotel in downtown Dallas. Would you like to meet me there on Saturday? Around six?”

“Sure,” I replied instantly, too eagerly. 

“I’d like to start as soon as you arrive. There will be no speaking until I tell you to directly, and no eye contact. I’d like to use the standard red/yellow safewords. Stop, slow down. Does this work for you, or would you like to talk before?”

It was thrilling to think about meeting up with this almost complete stranger for sex. It was one of the things on our lists that lined up. I wasn’t exactly overly experienced with the art of picking up, well, anyone, but I certainly liked the idea of it. The very concept of it turned me on. It was one of the reasons I hadn’t asked to see a picture of his face yet. Not knowing made it so much more intense.  

“That works for me,” I answered. “Should I wear anything or do my hair a certain way?” I was hungry for his instructions. 

“No. It’s completely up to you how you dress. I’m looking forward to seeing what you chose for me, Isabella.”

A little thrill ran up my spine. 

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