Manipulation
Class is usually pretty boring, especially when said class doesn't have Jasper in it. This class is boring even though Jasper is sitting only a few seats away, mainly because the subject is a repeat for both of us. A while ago, Alice left the Cullen's when she saw a vision of her and her true soul mate. Surprisingly, Jasper got over it quickly, saying that it was right that she wasn't his true soul mate either. Apparently, he'd been aware of my feeling for him and had returned them for a while, and he was only waiting for Alice to break it off first, afraid he would hurt her.
The good part of today, however, is that today's a movie day. This is good because the teacher lets us move around if we keep quiet, and it's harder to see in the dark for humans. We often just sit next to each other and talk at vampire speed throughout the entire class, completely ignoring the movie we've already seen a hundred times. On rare occasions, though, one of us starts our little game. You see, Jasper can control emotions, and I can project thoughts into other people's heads. This can be very entertaining for both of us.
Today, Jasper starts it. I glance at him out of the corner of my eye and see a smirk on his lips only a second before a huge wave of lust flows over me. I clutch my knee tightly and bite my bottom lip to avoid making noise or jumping on him in the middle of class. Jasper doesn't stop there, and his smirk stays in place. He sends one wave after another at me, and all I can do is cross my legs and begin to get revenge.
I close my eyes and imagine one of my fantasies, and an event I know Jasper would love to happen as well. "Jasper, please!" I beg, thrashing my head back and forth on the pillow. I'm bound, spread-eagle, naked, on our bed. Jasper's standing at the foot of the bed, smirking evilly, naked as well and fully hard. "Jasper!"
"Please, what, ma'am?" Jasper asks, letting his sexy southern drawl into his voice. I moan softly at the sound, and he smirks again.
"Anything, Jasper. Please, just touch me!" I plead, and his smirk widens. He walks over and straddles my torso.
"Anything, ma'am?" Jasper questions, the tip of his cock resting at my lips.
"Yes, Jasper, please!" I beg again, and he thrusts harshly into my mouth. I moan around him, absolutely loving his dominance and the feel of his cock in my mouth.
I open my eyes and glance at Jasper, seeing his eyes closed as well and his head lolled back slightly. When my fantasy releases him, about a few seconds after Is top thinking it, he looks up at me with black eyes. I'm sure my eyes are the same color, but the look of absolute lust on his face increases my lust without his tampering to help it along. I glance at the clock.
"Can you last seven minutes?" I whisper to him. Jasper swallows thickly and nods. He smirks right after.
"The real question is, can you?" Jasper asks, adding the southern drawl to his words. I give him a half-hearted glare and moan under my breath.
"So manipulative," I mutter to him. He smirks again.
"You know you like it," he replies. There's no point in arguing. My own feelings give me away, and I'd probably be the first to admit that I love Jasper's… manipulations.