Bella's POV
I couldn't believe I was doing this. I shouldn't have been doing this. It was wrong, immoral, twisted . . . Not to mention illegal to top it off. But I just had to. And not just because I already handed the check to Alice, but because I'd been waiting so long for this. I'd had these fantasies . . . these sick, twisted fantasies . . . ever since I was a teenager. Not once had I ever truly indulged in them. But tonight, that was all going to change.
I was pacing nervously back and forth across the kitchen of my house. No, correction, not my house. My boyfriend's house. Edward's house. And that was the icing on the immoral cake. Everything I was going to do today was wrong, but adultery really just topped it all off. I didn't want to cheat on Edward, but I had to. Because if I didn't . . . Well he'd leave me. It doesn't make sense, but it's true. If I tried to indulge in my twisted fantasies with Edward . . . before I practiced, he'd get so freaked out he'd leave me. And I would understand.
But I couldn't let that happen. No matter what horrible thing I did, it couldn't be denied that I loved Edward. So, so much. Enough to cheat on him to keep him from leaving me, even though it killed me a little inside. But, I reminded myself, it would hurt a lot more if he left me forever.
When the doorbell rang I almost had a heart attack. I wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans and took a deep breath before plastering a friendly smile on my face and answering the door. In the doorway stood a gorgeous man. He had the picture perfect combination of honey blonde curls and bright blue eyes. He was at least half a foot taller then me and was almost as pale. He was dressed in jeans and a plain white t-shirt. A pair of aviators hung from the collar of his shirt.
He hardly looked like a prostitute.
He looked me up and down briefly, studying my loose jeans and over sized sweatshirt. "I clearly have the wrong address," he said with a slight southern accent, his voice surprisingly arrogant, tilting his head back slightly to check the number on the door.
"No," I said automatically, "You have the right address. You're Jasper, right?"
He looked surprised. "And that would make you Isabella?" he asked with a smile.
"Well uh yeah, yeah I am- come in," I said awkwardly. I wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans again. God this was so awkward! At least for me anyway.
He stepped inside and looked around appreciatively. "Nice place," he complimented. I wondered if this was the way he acted around all his . . . clients. Or maybe he just realized how new I was at this and wasn't afraid to be casual around me.
"Would you like to take a seat?" I asked nervously, gesturing to the parlor. If you asked me though, it was just a fancy living room with no TV.
"Of course Izzy," he said without missing a beat, his voice silky as he gave me a nickname nobody had ever called me before.
"Are you thirsty? I have ice tea, do you want any?" I asked, watching him from the kitchen while I grabbed the pitcher of ice tea out of the fridge.
"Sure," he said with a flawless smile. I gave him a curious glance as I poured the glasses. He was very . . . confident. I hadn't exactly expected a prostitute to be this cocky. Actually, I hadn't been sure what to expect, seeing as I'd never met a prostitute before.
I took the two glasses over to him and handed one to him before sitting down next to him.
"Thanks," he said, taking a sip from it.
"I know this probably seems weird - " I began my nervous rant.
"Not really," he inerupted me. Well, of course it didn't seem weird to him. He's a hooker!
"But-but I'm really new at this. I've never bought a . . . a -" I stammered out.
"A prostitute?" he finished for me, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah," I mumbled. I hadn't wanted to say it. Even though I paid two grand for him to be here, I didn't want to offend him. And he obviously saw that.
"You don't have to worry about hurting my feelings Izzy," he told me, "I am a prostitute and I'm perfectly alright with that."
I didn't know what to say to that. I cleared my throat. "So um . . ." I began again, "I'm really new at this. But my boyfriend, Edward . . . He's away on business for a month and . . ."
"You've been feeling lonely?" he guessed.
"No," I said, "No that's not it. He just left a couple days ago. But - but I've had some . . . fantasies for a while. And I've always been too afraid of scaring my boyfriends away with them. Because these fantasies they're . . . they're wrong."
"Mind if I say somethign Izzy? The thing is, I don't very much like that word; wrong," he said, "In my world, nothing is wrong. There is different, there is unusual, there is unconvientinal. But I don't believe there is such a thing as wrong."
"Oh well . . . Okay," I said, surprised by his outburst, "But the point is that since Edward's away . . . I figured that maybe now I could get some practice, so I don't scare him away if I try any of this out on him. And I thought . . . I thought that if I tried it with a prostitute . . . Then it wasn't really cheating - It's just . . . paying someone for a service."
"So what exactly did you have in mind?" he asked with a smirk. Again I had expected him to get offended.
"Didn't Alice tell you what I was - uh looking for," I stumbled over the words and blushed a bit.
"No, not really. Just that you were a friend of her's with some fantasies she wanted to try out," he said, still smiling.
My best friend Alice she was . . . Well, she was a pimp basically. She owned a male strip club and wasn't too shy about renting 'her boys' out to anybody for a nice slice of the profits. I'd told her about my problem and she'd told me she would work something out with one of her boys and get me a good deal. She'd told me she'd give me Jasper for two hours for a thousand dollars if I promised not to damage him psychically, apparently that cost more.
"Well . . . for some time I've had a bit of a BDSM fetish," I forced myself to say. I looked at him, wincing, but he was smiling.
"Are you interested in being a dom or a sub?" he asked curiously, as if this was a totally acceptable topic of conversation. Like he was asking me what kind of dressing I wanted on my salad.
"Uh . . . I think I might be a switch," I said, "I know I must seem more like a submissive - But that's only because I'm really out of my element right now. But I think I could be a dominant if I tried. I've had fantasies about both." I wasn't exactly comfortable with all this yet, but Jasper was just so . . . casual about all this. As if it was just business.
"So which did you have in mind for today?" he asked, perfectly at ease.
"Uh I was hoping to be . . . to be a uh - dominatrix," I said, wincing against, "If you don't mind."
God, I seemed nothing like a dominatrix right then. But I felt that I could be. That inside me I had the potential.
"There are a lot of things I don't mind for two thousand dollars Izzy," he said.
"Anyway, I was thinking of a pleasure pet sort of thing today," I explained, "I've never done this before and I just want to get my feet wet. I don't plan on doing anything too crazy yet."
"Alright. Wanna get started?" he asked.
"Yes. Go upstairs and into the first room on the left. Strip, kneel by the door, and wait for me," I commanded, getting into the zone. This was my first time in any BDSM setting, but I've been fantasizing about it for years. I had the mind set down.
"Yes Mistress Isabella," he said without even a hint of a smirk. His demeanor had shifted instantaniously. Once I told him I wanted to get started, he was like a different person. All the cockiness faded and he was automatically submissive. Like he was clocking in for work.
He placed his glass on the end table and went upstairs. I tried to tone down my excitement even after he was gone, but I felt it bubbling up inside of me. How long had I waited for this? At least ten years. Ever since I was fifteen I'd had BDSM related interests. I was twenty five now and I'd never done anything about them. But now I was . . . with a male prostitute. Somehow that thought aroused me further. He was a little whore that one, a sexy little whore. My sexy little whore for the next two hours hours.
I put the two glasses in the sink and went upstairs, but not in the room where Jasper was. I'd sent him to the guest bedroom, not liking the idea of doing anything with him in the bedroom I shared with Edward. I went into our bedroom and refused to look at our bed or pictures of us as I went into my closet. In the very back there was a box full of items I had bought the other day. All BDSM related. I'd felt dirty buying them but now, I really did not give a damn.
I stripped down and put on the outfit I'd bought. A thong that barely covered my front with a little patch of silk but left my entire ass exposed, and a laced up corset that left my breasts completely exposed as well. I had considered buying high leather boots because they were so typical dominatrix, but I changed my mind. Instead I put on a pair of black strappy heels. I went over to the bathroom, imagining the way Jasper would be kneeling naked by the door, hearing my high heels clicking against the marble floors, knowing I was up here.
I went to the bathroom and took my time straightening my hair so that it hung flatly, with no volume what-so-ever. I knew I should've been taking advantage of the time I had with Jasper - considering how expensive it was. But thinking of him kneeling and naked and waiting for me . . . It just made me really hot. I'd keep him waiting.
Finally I decided that I was done getting ready - after about a half an hour. I had my makeup done perfectly, my hair perfect, my outfit . . . slutty, very slutty. It was all perfect. I smiled to myself as I went over to the guest bedroom. I thought I was going to burst with excitement when I opened the door. I was right. When I opened the door, I had my breath taken away. He was stunning. No wonder he cost five hundred dollars an hour.
His body was so . . . amazing. His skin was pale but with no tan lines at all. His chest was amazing, toned and muscled. His hips cut into a sexy 'V' shape, pointing down to his manhood. His cock was like the rest of him - impressive.
He didn't look up at me when I walked in and shut the door behind me. I liked that. He kept his eyes downcast, his hands clasped behind his back. I ran my fingers through his blonde curls. God, they were so soft. I liked petting them.
"For this session, you will not speak. Understood pet?" I said, "You may answer without words."
He nodded.
"Good boy," I praised, surprised by how easy this was coming to me so far, "Now show me some affection." He did so. He moved so that he was on his hands and knees, and began licking at my bare ankles, just above the straps of my heels. His tongue felt good against my smooth legs. I couldn't wait to have his tongue work on some more sensual places. God, I was already wet, just from having him lick my ankles.
He moved up my legs, kissing and licking them. He licked at my inner thighs, getting closer and and closer to my pussy. I wanted to feel his tongue inside me, but not yet. I wanted to draw this out a little more - explore some more BDSM fantasies of mine.
"No," I snapped, smacking his head lightly as his tongue got dangerously close to my vagina, "Bad boy. Did I say you could taste me yet? You naughty naughty boy. It seems as if I'll have to punish you."
He whimpered, like an actual puppy. I felt myself get even more turned on. "On the bed. On your back," I commanded. He whimpered against and crawled over to the king-sized bed on the other side of the room. Watching him crawl around on the floor like a dog got me even wetter. Not to mention he had a fine ass.
He climbed on the bed and lay down on his back. "Stay," I instructed and briefly left the room. I went back into the bedroom and grabbed the large box. I placed it on the floor outside the guest bedroom so I wouldn't have to make so many trips. I grabbed two items from it. One of which was a series of ropes, the other a studded leather collar.
I re-entered the room and he looked up at me hopefully, making eager whining noises. God, this man was really good at his job. He had me totally convinced that he really wanted me. No wonder I was paying him a thousand dollars - he deserved every fucking penny.
"Come here," I commanded, "I almost forgot something." He got off the bed and crawled to my feet. Remaining on his hands and knees, he licked my high heels and whimpered. He looked up at me questioningly through his messy blonde bangs, as if asking if I was pleased. I smiled.
"So cute," I said affectionately, "But don't think I've forgotton about your punishment." He whined again and my smile grew. "I almost forgot to give you this first though," I said, securing the collar around his neck. God he looked drop dead sexy right then. Naked and kneeling and wearing a collar. I almost came just from the sight of him.
"Do you like your collar?" I asked him and he nodded. "Good. Now back on the bed so I can give you your punishment."
He whimpered like a kicked puppy and crawled back over to the bed, hanging his head in shame. He climbed up and lay down, flat on his back, his beautiful body exposed to me. I walked over to the bed, swinging the ropes in my hands, and stood above him. I looked his sexy body up and down, drinking in his perfection greedily. "I changed my mind," I said, "On your stomach." He did as I said and rolled over.
"Mhm," I moaned appreciatively at the sight of his muscled back and toned ass. I let my hand run down the aforementioned places, pausing over one ass cheek to squeeze it in acknowledgment. I decided not to whip him or flog him. I would just give him a light spanking. I'd told him he would be a pleasure pet, and I'd promised Alice I wouldn't leave any scars.
First though, I had to restrain him, just to get myself off. Using the ropes, I tied his wrists to the rails in the headboard, and then I tied his ankles together. I took a step back to admire my work. Sexy, sexy, sexy. God, I was just loving this. I climbed onto the bed and straddled his legs so that his perfectly sculpted ass was just in front of me, the perfectly round cheeks raised perkily in anticipation. I smiled. This Jasper really was good at making me think he wasn't just a hooker.
"You've been such a naughty pet," I purred, running my hands over his ass cheeks, "So naughty. Thinking you can taste your mistress without permission? Naughty, naughty. Don't you worry though pet, I won't be too hard on you. I know you can't help being an eager little whore, can you?"
He whimpered slightly in response.
"I know, I know. But you still must be punished. However, considering this is your first offense, I'm just going to give you a light spanking. But next time you upset me, I'll be forced to paddle you, or worse. And I know you don't want that to happen. So I suggest you behave yourself little whore," I told him.
He didn't make any noise this time, so I began the spanking. It was extremely arousing. Watching his round little orbs bounce as I smacked them. The noises he made added to my arousal as well. Although I doubted it really hurt, he made sure I thought it did. He whimpered and moaned, even clenching his ass cheeks together before each strike, as if bracing himself for it. He really was a good actor.
When his ass was a delightful shade of pink I relented. Making a soft cooing sound to soothe him, I ran a comforting hand down his back. "There, there pet," I purred softly, "It's all over my sweet." He made a soft little whimpering sound as I began to untie him. I kissed the red marks the ropes had left on his wrists and ankles. This kind mistress thing was almost more arousing then the thought of being sadistic.
"Roll over," I instructed and he did. I got off the bed and strutted over to the door. I looked back and he was still lying there, watching me obediently. I made kissy noises and clucked my tongue as if he were a dog. He didn't come over though. Oh, he was good. Not doing anything unless I verbally told him to. "Come here baby," I cooed. He slid off the bed and crawled over to my feet. He looked up at me lovingly while lapping his tongue against my leg.
"Follow me downstairs pet," I instructed as I took a leash out of carboard box outside the door. I attached it to the ring on his collar and began to lead him down the hallway. He crawled behind me obediently and managed to follow me down the stairs. I had the blinds on all the windows down here down, including the one's on the glass door. So the neighbors couldn't see the naughty things I was doing with this prostitute while Edward was away.
I went into the dining room and secured his leash around the leg of the chair at the head of the table. "Stay while I get us dinner," I ordered and left the dining room. I went into the kitchen and took out the two plates I had placed in the oven to keep warm. They both consisted of steak, broccoli, and potatoes. Except in one dish all the food was cut up into bite-sized pieces.
I poured myself a glass of wine as well before carrying both plates back into the living room. "Here boy," I said softly as I placed his dish in front of him. I sat at my chair and, noting how the fabric felt strange against my bare ass. It was easy to ignore though because I loved the feeling of him on the ground next to me. He was staring at his dish but not in confusion. He stared at them like he was waiting.
"Eat," I commanded and he did, without the use of his hands, obviously picking up on the fact that I didn't want him to. It was kind of obvious based on the fact that the food was cut into bite-sized pieces. I smirked to myself and took a sip of my wine, absently stroking his hair once. I then began to eat, taking my time even when Jasper finished his meal and began to whimper and nuzzle my leg in impatience.
"There, there little boy," I soothed, trying to ignore him as I ate, "Go clean your plate." Obediently, he bent his head down to lick his plate clean. I moaned slightly, watching his tongue move against the porcelain surface. I finished my meal and then held the plate down to him. "Clean this plate too," I told him. He began to lick the surface clean and I watched him while I sipped my wine.
"Good boy," I praised as I took the two plates away and put them in the sink. I came back to find Jasper in the same exact position. I ran my fingers through his hair and made a cooing sound. "C'mon baby, get on your back," I said, "C'mon pet."
He did as I said and lay on his back on the floor. I stood above him, looking down at his naked body with appreciation for a moment. Then I lay down across him and straddled his waist, my naked breasts right in his face. "Suck," I ordered and he took one of my boobs into his mouth. I moaned softly as his tongue swirled around my nipple, teasing and pleasuring me at the same time.
"Next," I gasped out and he took the next one into his mouth. He twirled his tongue around my nipple and sucked on it. "Mmmm hungry are you?" I asked, pulling back. He released my breast as I slipped my panties off and tossed them to the ground. Then I moved up so that I was straddling his face.
"Pleasure me pet," I commanded and he did. He inserted his tongue into my pussy, swirling his tongue around my clit. I moaned and gripped at his blonde locks. "Ohhh ohhh God," I groaned out as I rode his tongue like crazy. "D-don't come unless I say so," I panted out as I did just that. I'd known it wouldn't take long for me to come; I'd never been more aroused in my life. He made a whimpering noise as he lapped at my juices.
I pulled myself off of him and stood up, gasping for breath. I looked down at him and smiled. He looked so amazingly sexy just then. Laying on his back on the floor, a collar around his neck, writing and whining as he was denied orgasm. I grabbed my panties off the floor and got a condom out of the drawer in the cabinet. I opened the package and straddled his legs. I slid the condom over his rock hard dick. God only knows what kind of diseases these hookers had. And if I got pregnant . . . Good God that'd be just perfect.
"Open," I said and he obediently opened his mouth. I shoved my panties into his mouth and then he closed it. "Good boy," I said and petted him on the head. I eased my pussy down over his erect penis and began to ride him even more rapidly then before. "Remember not . . . to come," I gasped out. He whimpered through the panty gag in his mouth. I came, screaming and yelling, my eyes locked on the collar around his neck.
His whimpering and whining increased violently and I finally succumbed. "You may come now," I panted and he did. I lay atop him for a bit, trying to breath. God, that had been amazing. I'd never been so aroused in my entire life - making it some amazing sex.
"Open," I breathed and he did. I extracted my panties from his mouth and put them on the floor.
"We're done," I said, as I got off of him, "You can go take a shower if you want." I'd considered giving him a bath myself but I knew that if I did, I'd just more aroused. And then I'd end up fucking him again - and then I'd go over my time limit and owe him another five hundred dollars.
"Thank you Mistress Isabella," he said in a slightly breathy voice as he got up.
"Wait," I said and I unclasped his collar.
"Thank you," he said, smiling as he went upstairs.
"Second door on the right!" I called after him and he didn't respond. I took another minute to catch my breath, listening to the sounds of the shower from upstairs. I grabbed my panties off the floor and went upstairs and into my bedroom. I threw the panties in the hamper and grabbed some clothes out of my closet, before going into the master bathroom and taking a shower myself.
I took a long shower, in hopes that as I cleansed my body I could cleanse my mind as well. Despite what a good time I'd had, I couldn't help but feel dirty. Sure, I'd never been more turned on before in my life . . . But it didn't change the fact that everything about what I'd just done was completly wrong. No matter what Jasper said.
When I was done, I got dressed in some plain cotton panties, a plain full-coverage bra, my navy sweats, and an over sized maroon sweatshirt. I tied my soaking wet hair up in a ponytail before I took my dominatrix clothes and hid them deep in my closet.
I didn't hear any noise coming from the bathroom across the hall, meaning that Jasper was done with his shower. I went downstairs to find him sitting at the granite island in the kitchen, completely dressed in his old clothes, his blonde hair damp. He looked so . . . normal. So normal that it made me feel dirty thinking of what I'd just done to him.
"Sorry Mistress," he said, "I wasn't sure where you wanted me to-"
"We're not playing anymore Jasper," I told him, "You can call me Bella now. And it's fine."
"Sure thing Bella," he said, his demeanor shifting automatically.
"Well um - let me take you to the door?" I asked awkwardly.
"Alright," he said as he got up and followed me to the front door. I opened it for him and he stepped outside onto the porch. "I hope to see you again some time," he purred smoothly.
I'm sure he did. So he get more of my money - more of Edward's money actually. The sad part was that I was considering renting him again sometime. God I was sick and horrible.
"Maybe," I said, "When you see Alice could you tell her that we're on for the club tonight?"
"Sure thing Iz," he said, taking the sunglasses that hung from the collar of his shirt and putting them over his eyes. Now that I'd dismissed him he was a lot less obedient then he'd been two minutes ago. Now he was all . . . smooth and cocky. Now that he was off the clock.
"Alright. Well uh . . . Thank you Jasper," I said, "I'll see you around.
"See you around Izzy," he said, taking a set of keys out of his pocket, pointing them over his shoulder, and clicking a button. A car beeped as he turned around and descended my porch. As he walked away I leaned out of the doorway slightly to see what his car looked like. Parked in my driveway was a gorgeous, black Maserati Granturismo. I gaped. Oh God that car was gorgeous. I knew all about cars - I loved cars. And I knew that a Maserati was in no way cheap. Looks like prostitution brought in the cash.
I watched Jasper drive away before closing the door. I had a choice to make. Rent Jasper again and explore more of my BDSM fantasies or wait an agonizing month for Edward to return home so I could indulge those fantasies with him. Maybe be a sub for him, or maybe kick up the dominatrix thing. If I decided to have him over again that is. I had to give this some serious thought.
Well let me know what you think. It's my first BDSM related fic so I'm not sure how good it is. Also wondering if I should I keep this a one-shot or maybe or do more? I think it could really go either way. I have enough ideas that it could be a whole story, but . . . what do you think?
