This story is rated M for a reason. There are bad words and situations that are not for those under the age of 18. If you are under the age of 18, please exit the story immediately.
Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns the characters; I just own the plot because my mind is dirty like that.
Liability Notice: I am not responsible if you are under the age of 18, your parents should be keeping a better eye on what you read online. The fault falls on you for making the choice if you are under the age of 18 and can't read proper warnings.
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I could feel her desire pulsing in the air. It licked at my gift, swirling and twining together with my own desire. I kept myself buried in between her legs, my tongue flicking along her clit. She was on the brink of exploding along my face and I pulled back once more. Her scent, sweet glistened over my lips and I quickly brushed my tongue to capture the moisture. My eyes drifted to the door as a smirk crossed my features.
"He's at the door, Bella." I whispered. I could feel her panic begin to set in and sweep over me. I couldn't have that. I was going to use this to both of our advantages. I would get her to remain completely silent while I did my work and if she could stay silent, she would get release. I growled under my breath to get Bella's attention. I watched as her eyes snapped to mine with fear written all over her face. "Do you trust me?"
I waited for her breathing to slow and listened as Edward hovered behind the door. I could feel his hesitation seeping underneath it. His curiosity was piqued as to why I was in here and why Bella would let me in his room. I wanted him to wonder. I wanted to keep him wondering.
I raised my finger to my lips, indicating that I had wanted complete silence. I watched as her eyes widened a little but gave me a small nod. She was good in obedience but I wanted to see if she could do as I asked. This had become a test for her, and every hurdle she overcame would help in my decision.
I slowly lowered my lips to her clit, flicking my tongue across it and blew my cold breath at the sensitive bundle of nerves. I let my eyes flicker up to Bella's face and watched as she bit her lip. She breathed in and out heavily through her nose but with a complete look of pleasure upon her face. I smirked and lowered my face back down, sucking gently and rolling my tongue across her clit. I could feel her desire beginning to spike; she was quickly reaching her limit again. I unhooked my arm from under her thigh and reached up, splaying my hand across her stomach, holding her still.
Her body stiffened a little at the contact, then relaxed immediately. I held her in place, circling her clit, sucking harder and bit back my own growl of pleasure. I held my composure and let my hand glide up the planes of her stomach. She needed pleasure and pain for this to be a true test of her willpower. I heard her breathing hitch as my hand moved along her breast. I rolled her pert nipple in between my thumb and forefinger, giving it a gentle squeeze, just enough to induce a small amount of pain to mix with the pleasure I was giving her. She let out a small whimper and I ceased my movements. I pulled my head back and removed my hand from her breast. Another whimper at the loss of contact came.
I growled low and her eyes snapped open to meet mine. I could hear the doorknob begin to turn and I raised my brow towards Bella. The look on her face became pleading, almost begging me to continue. I stood swiftly and shook my head as I looked down at her.
"Rules, Isabella. Remember the rules and I will continue next time."
The shock and disbelief slammed into me. She didn't think I was serious. I was serious as a heart attack when it came to the small steps on what I had planned for Bella.
"Get dressed and go with Edward."
I watched as she moved quickly across the bed, hurt and longing slamming into me. I growled and she stopped mid-movement at putting her panties on.
"No."
It was a simple command and it was a punishment for her making a noise. I watched as she looked confused for a split second, and then nodded her head at me, lowering her eyes as she pulled on her jeans. I stood there, watching her every movement and committing them to memory. She fumbled in my presence, she had no grace and she worried too easily. She would eventually, with me, never fumble, walk with exuberance and grace, and then she would never have to worry about what people thought of her.
I moved to the door quickly and opened it, finding Edward standing there. I hissed under my breath at him and he moved quickly out of the way. After so many years of living together, you would think he would know by now that I was a danger. One day he would learn, he would truly learn where his mistakes were made with Bella.
I walked with a purposeful stride towards my study, the scent of Bella all around me and I smirked to myself. I slowly opened the door and rolled my eyes when I found Alice sitting in my chair, at my desk.
"Alice, out. I have things to do."
I strode toward my desk and placed my palms down, glaring at Alice and growling under my breath.
"It's going to be long ride, Jasper. Patience is the key. She is going to make mistakes."
"She's already receiving her punishment, Alice." I said, motioning for her to move out of the way.
She flitted around the desk in a very Alice manner and kept her eyes on me. I could feel her curiosity. She wanted to know something. I was losing my patience with her. She knew me better than to wait and beat around a bush with questions.
"Ask, Alice."
"Why Bella, Jasper?"
I moved slowly and steadily around my desk, finally taking a seat where Alice had vacated. I thought of all the reasons why I had chosen Bella for this. First, she was perfect for what I wanted her for. She was obedient, even to Edward. Second, she was a clean slate. She had never been touched, except by me. And lastly, she had already given herself to me in more ways than one, regardless of if she had any release. I leaned over my desk, resting my elbows on the antique oak and let my lips form into a smirk.
"Do you want all my reasons, Alice? Or would you just like the main one?"
I watched as Alice's face turned into a scowl and her eyes became unfocused. She knew I was mocking her gift, and I had every right to because she had put her nose into my business one too many times with this. She could foresee my decisions and my reasons already.
"Tit for tat, Jasper. I want the main one, and you want to know what Bella's decision was."
My laughter rang out in my study and I threw my head back, before I brought it back down and narrowed my eyes at Alice.
"See that is where you are wrong, Alice. You know both of our decisions already, so you are not looking for mine. You want my reason as to why I chose Isabella and not you. She has already told me everything I needed to know in one gesture."
"And what would that gesture be?" She had a smug look on her face, like she knew I was going to give up the information. There, she was wrong again.
"Something you could never do, Alice."
It was as simple statement, the one that would put Alice in her place that this wasn't her business. I watched as she stood, huffed like a three year old and stomped her foot. I was honestly waiting for the wailing to start, but it never came. She stormed out of my study, slamming the door behind her. I chuckled and shook my head as I pulled open the drawer that held my new journal. I flipped it open to the first page with a smile and began writing.
~Journal Entry~
Day 1
She is perfect to become a submissive. While she is flawed, but with time, patience and my skill, she will be one day be ready. I'm quite excited about the day she will receive her collar, but that day is still far off. I had to begin with a softer approach to feel out her guarded nature. She was hesitant at first but in the few short minutes, she had a swell of confidence within her, even with my gift telling her that she could trust me. As soon as the towel was dropped, she gave into her own submissive nature. I knew she was untouched by Edward and with her simple gesture to me this afternoon, it will remain that way. I stood there and watched her get dressed, minus her panties and felt the wave of trust at me when she lowered her eyes. She received her first form of punishment today. While it seemed like it was not what a Dominant would do, it was how I worked. That one simple statement of lowering her eyes told me everything I needed to know. She may have been a "mate" to Edward, but her true submission lay with me.
I stopped very briefly, thinking about what I felt at the time, the vision of the desire etched on her face came into the forefront of my mind, and I continued again.
Her taste still lingers on my tongue, which is exquisite, sweet yet heady. Every bit of desire I felt while nested between her legs as it twisted with my own, was an emotional high for me. The emotions that crossed her face while I did my work left me wanting more, so much more with her. I will remain patient though, just as I have any other time with a submissive, that I can promise myself at the very least. I can and will guarantee myself that she will be the last I ever take on. She will be my finishing submissive, to which I will claim as my own someday. This is going to be a long process with her being a new slate to work on. She will have to learn the ways of being a submissive before I would ever take that step to collar her and make her mine, forever.
I wanted to give my final thoughts on the matter and I tapped the pen on my journal, trying to gather my thoughts.
My closing and final thoughts on Isabella are she will be everything Alice thinks she will be and more. She has the strength to weather this storm and her passion shows through, inspiration shines out of her at every move. She will be a perfect balance to the Dominant that I am. Our journey together as a Dominant and submissive will never be complete, even when she is collared.
~End Journal Entry~
I closed my journal and folded my hands on top of it as I looked across my study. I eyed the wooden box on the shelf that held the collar I had picked for Isabella the day I knew. She would eventually get the prize, but that was with patience, understanding and time. I wasn't going to rush her with this. After all, that's what the slow burn of fire leads too, her collar.
