Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters. No copyright infringement is intended.

Warning: This is a spank!fic. It has a great deal of PWP and contains EXPLICIT ADULT CONTENT. If this is not your cup of tea and/or if you are not of legal age. Please stop reading now.

A/N: I'm stunned at how many of you read Chapter 1. You're all pervs, and I love each and every one of you. If you've never read any of my other stories, you should know – I have a tendency to throw a lot of insignificant Twilight details into them and, when I can, lame dialog from the movies. Sorry. I can't help myself.

JPOV

I dreamed of Edward Cullen's ass all week.

Every morning, I woke up panting and sweating and hard, and I knew I had been dreaming about him bent over the stairs. Ready and waiting for me.

I started paying more attention to him at school than usual. I was borderline obsessed.

The fucker still annoyed the shit out of me. He was cocky, arrogant, and had fucking girls crawling all over him. He seemed to be avoiding me like the plague. Of course, it didn't help that the dumbass vice principal was always breathing down my neck.

Edward was in some of my classes, though, so he couldn't completely avoid me. He refused to make eye contact with me, but that wasn't unusual. What was unusual, and it may have been my over-active imagination, but I think he purposely did shit to get a rise out of me. He sucked up to our Spanish teacher even more than usual. He let girls he usually didn't give the time of day to sit on his lap. I swear, once he even purposely dropped a pencil on his way up to Mr. Berty's desk during A.P. English and bent over right in my line of vision to pick it up.

But, when I would start to get angry enough to lash out at him for being such a prick and a tease, I thought about his perfect ass, sticking up in the air, all red and swollen for me, and I stopped dead in my tracks.

On the one hand, I owned him. I could exploit him over this. I could tell his secret to everyone, without revealing how I knew, and the girls, and the posse, and the teachers eating out of his hand would all just vanish. He'd be the kinky freak that no one knew how to act around, so they would shun him instead. Plus, I could easily play off how I knew about it, if he tried to drag me down with him.

On the other hand, I really, really wanted to do it again. I wanted to spank him until he was begging for it, and then I wanted to fuck him so hard he'd be screaming my name to deities and demons alike. What was even worse, though, was that I sort of felt inexplicably protective of him. I had gotten his secret out of him, but he was so willing and trusting of me that afternoon, having absolutely no reason to be; I just couldn't bring myself to use this against him, even if it never happened again.

I was turning into a fucking girl, and I didn't like it.

I needed to take out my aggression.

By Friday afternoon, I had had enough. I found him right before last period and slammed him face first up against his locker.

"What the-?" he started, until he turned slightly and saw it was me. "What do you want?" His voice was cool.

"I want you, you little whore," I whispered low enough that no one else could hear.

Edward tensed in my grasp.

"I want to bend you over, and make your perky little ass sing for me again," I continued.

This time, he blushed.

I was starting to become addicted to that blush.

"You want that don't you?"

He nodded.

"Say it," I insisted, pushing his body against the locker. "Out loud."

"I want it," he whispered, his voice shaky.

"Want what?" I insisted.

"I want that," he hissed. He regained a bit of his cockiness and finished, "I want you to bend me over and spank me so hard I won't be able to sit down the next day."

Damn, now I had a problem growing in my jeans. He smirked at me, as if sensing my discomfort.

Two could play this game.

"Good," I said calmly. "Because then I'm gonna fuck you."

His jaw dropped a little.

I released him from my grasp. It was a good thing, too, because the vice principal had just turned the corner and was coming toward us.

"Meet me after school," I said in my normal voice. "So we can work on the... project."

Edward swallowed and nodded. Then, his mask was back on.

"Is Hale giving you a hard time, Mr. Cullen?" The meddling asshole was standing in front of us now.

"No," Edward said slyly. "I think it was actually the other way around."

I couldn't help but let out a snort as Edward coolly walked around the vice principal and toward his last class of the day.

I shrugged at the suit. "Well, I don't want to be late for Physics."

Cullen was waiting for me after school, leaning against his Volvo like he was a fucking model. It took everything that was in me to not just bend him over the hood of that ridiculous machine.

Instead, I drove again to his house in my truck, and then once again silently followed him inside.

We made it to the living room this time, not speaking a word between us. I told myself that the reason I wanted Edward bent over the couch was because it put his ass at a better height, and not because I felt bad last time seeing how much his arms hurt from being on the stairs. I mean, clearly the guy got off on a little pain, but I wanted to be in control of that pain.

I all but shoved him toward the leather couch, but he positioned himself willingly, bending forward with his forearms bracing himself on the back. I nearly tore his jeans, skinny as usual, from his body, but this time there was no underwear getting in the way.

I raised my hand to begin, but then I hesitated. I couldn't just jump right into this. I needed provocation.

"Tell me something, Edward. What have you done to deserve this spanking?"

He let out a moan that went right to my dick.

I didn't let him answer.

"Did you stick this sweet ass of yours in my face on purpose in English class yesterday?"

"Um..."

"Answer me, you little slut," I demanded.

"Yes," he whispered.

"And did you let Jessica Stanley rub her tits all over you when you knew I was watching?"

"Yes," he repeated.

"Why did you do that, Edward?" I spat.

"I wanted to make you jealous," he said hoarsely.

I was taken aback by his honesty, but nothing startled me more than his next statement:

"Punish me, Jasper. Please?"

Fuck. Me.

Without another work I let my hand fly against his left cheek.

It was too hard, and I knew it. I should have started out with lighter spanking to get his sensitive cheeks ready, but there was something so satisfying about seeing the red mark of my hand splayed across his mound of flesh. Luckily, if Edward's reaction was any indication, he didn't mind at all.

In fact, he let out a long, low, guttural, "Oh, yeah."

I leaned forward until my lips were next to his ear. "That's for making me get a hard on in English class," I whispered.

I let another hard slap fly to his opposite cheek.

"That's for making me watch you act like the whore you are."

He sighed.

"And." Slap. "This." Slap. "Is." Slap. "Because." Slap. "You." Slap. "Fucking." Slap. "Love." Slap. "It." Slap.

I rattled the words and the accompanying slaps off in quick succession, and by the end of the sentence, he was damn near shouting, "Yes! Yes! Jasper, yes!"

I rubbed my hand across his cheeks in a soft motion. He shivered beneath me, and I could see his right arm start to twitch. I leaned forward and reached around to squeeze his cock. I was unsurprised to find my hand wrapped around his hard as steel rod.

"Didn't you learn last time?" I said with a squeeze. "I control when you come, and you are going to come when I'm inside you."

"Oh," he panted.

I spread his cheeks open the best I could with one hand and let a slap fly to the middle of his ass, right along his crack.

"You want that, Edward? You want me to fuck this pretty ass of yours?"

"Yes, please, Jasper," he was practically panting now.

I was sort of shocked at how willing he was. I knew he had been with girls, and if rumor was any indication, he was a damn good lay. But, here he was, practically begging me for it. Of course, there's no way I would have done it otherwise.

I wondered if he realized how much I got off on this power trip.

What made it even better was that I knew that Edward was a lot like me in other avenues of life. He was brash and confident and completely in control. The fact that I could dominate him, that he let me dominate him, contributed to the rush.

It didn't hurt that he had a killer body.

I ghosted my hand over his buttocks one more time, admiring the sight.

Then, I spread his reddened cheeks apart with my hands. He hissed at the movement. I'm sure his flesh was absolutely burning. I trailed my finger down his crack slowly. He shivered.

"First things first," I purred. "Now, don't get me wrong, I'm gonna fuck you hard, but I'm not gonna fuck you dry. We need lube."

"Bedroom, bedside table," Edward breathed. "Upstairs, second door on the left."

He was trusting me to go into his bedroom and retrieve it.

"Don't move a muscle," I hissed, my voice returning to its authoritative tone. "Try not to even blink."

Then, I gave his ass another slap just for good measure.

His moan was stifled as he tried to follow my order not to move.

I climbed the stairs quickly and found the door to his room. I hesitated before pushing it open. For some reason, I felt like this was uncharted territory. Edward had already shared so much with me physically, now he was trusting me by revealing his personal space with me. I doubt that many, if any, of his harem of girls had passed through this threshold.

Why was he letting me do this?

My stomach turned.

It wasn't possible that he had feelings for me, was it? Because that would be fucked up.

I was a complete dick to him.

I pushed open the door angrily and stalked toward the bed underneath the window. I pulled open the drawer of his bedside table roughly, finding a bottle of lube and a large, half-empty box of condoms. Somehow, seeing that half-used box made me feel better.

I finally took a second to look around the room. The first thing that assaulted my eyes was a huge wall, covered in shelving, that looked like it contained half a record store and a good portion of a library. I resisted the urge to paw through his collection and instead turned around to look at the other walls. Images of bikini-clad women sprawled across muscle cars and rolling in the sand dominated the remaining walls.

A wave of relief I didn't quite understand washed over me.

But, the confusion returned. This man was obviously at least in part heterosexual. Why on earth was he letting me use his body this way? Why did he seem so eager for me to fuck him? What was his game?

What remained of my erection had diminished almost completely. I wanted to fuck Edward, badly, but I couldn't do it without some answers.

I took the lube and a couple condoms with me, closing his bedroom door softly behind me. I took the stairs slowly.

Even with my head full of doubt, my body reacted once again to seeing Edward, in the exact position I had left him, bent over the couch, the mark of my hands could be seen from the base of the staircase.

He'd better not be toying with me.

"Good," I said to him, signifying my return to him. "Glad to see you can follow instructions."

He didn't respond, but stayed frozen.

"Hey," I said softly. "You can relax for a second. I- I need to ask you something, and I want you to answer me honestly."

He turned his head to look over his shoulder at me, fear unmistakable in his eyes.

"Okay," he said slowly.

I swallowed before letting it out in an angry rush.

"Why, Edward? Why are you letting me do this? We hate each other."

Edward snorted, but he didn't deny my last claim. Instead, he looked me straight in the eye and answered immediately.

"Don't you ever get tired of being in control? Or, get tired of manipulating people? Don't you ever just want to let go and surrender all that power to someone else for a while?"

I thought about it carefully. I tried to imagine Edward telling me to bend over, or spanking my ass until it was burning raw. I couldn't.

"No," I answered. "I honestly don't."

"Well, then," Edward chuckled. "I think that's why this works. I get to surrender to the most dominant person I know, and you get to control the most dominant person you know."

I was nodding, hearing the truth in his words, except for one thing.

"You're only the second most dominant person I know, Edward."

I slapped his ass one more time for good measure.

"And, don't you forget it."

"Fuck," Edward groaned, effectively ending our little heart to heart, or whatever it was, and turned his head away from me. It still didn't explain why he wanted me to drill his ass, but he seemed in complete control of his faculties, so I didn't dwell on it.

"Now, spread your legs wider for me, you kinky slut," I demanded.

Right on cue, Edward complied. It made me feel even more powerful to know that he enjoyed this, enjoyed answering my demands.

I took a moment to admire the handiwork I had done on Edward's buttocks, before I focused on the prize. His beautiful puckered entrance was waiting for me.

I had a feeling that this was Edward's first time being penetrated, but it didn't feel like it was my place to ask. Instead, I dripped a few drops of lube right above his hole. I watched as the drops rolled down the beautiful slope of his crack. Once the drops reached their destination, I reached out a finger to trace it. Then, I pushed it it through the tight opening.

"Jasper," his voice was a reverent pant.

He was so fucking tight and tense, I had a fleeting doubt that I would fit.

"You're tighter than I thought a whore like you would be. I should get you a plug, and when you put it in to get yourself ready for me, you'll remember that you're my little bitch."

I removed my finger and coated it, along with a second finger, with lube.

"Relax," I whispered so softly, I almost doubted he heard. Then, I pressed both fingers in.

Edward groaned.

I began to pump them in and out of his hole, trying to loosen and stretch him in the process. I could feel his body starting to give in to the motions.

"You like that? You like being my bitch?" I taunted.

He nodded.

I took my free hand and let one fly against his ass cheek.

"Tell me," I ordered.

"I like being your little bitch," he said much too meekly for my liking.

"That's all? You like it?" I added another hard slap to the same side. "Tell me."

"I fucking love it, all right? I love bending over for you. I love it when you spank me. Jesus, you make me so fucking hard. I want you to have your way with me, Jasper."

The neediness dripping out of his hoarse voice was almost startling. I could have made him beg for it, but his voice was already so pleading, it had me hard and ready right then.

I stepped in closer to Edward, my two fingers still buried in him, and I slapped my dick against his ass.

"You feel that? You feel how hard I am? That's what you're doing to me bent over like this. Your ass is mine." I dick-slapped him one more time and repeated, "Mine."

I withdrew my fingers and tore open a condom wrapper, rolling the rubber over my swollen cock. With one more coating of lube, I was ready.

I grabbed his ass roughly and spread open his cheeks, nearly salivating at the hole that awaited me.

"I'm going to go slow, so you can feel every inch of me, okay?"

I gave him one last chance to back out, but he just nodded eagerly like the good little whore he was.

I slowly pushed into him, pushing the head of my cock past his tight ring. I paused and waited a moment, tracing my fingers across his beautiful fleshy mounds to distract some of his nerves.

When I felt him shiver, I finished my slow entry, until I was buried to the hilt in his heat.

"God damn, Edward. Just- goddamn."

I felt him shift his weight a little, getting used to the intrusion of my, dare I say, rather impressive cock.

"Okay?" I asked. I had never let another man stick his love muscle in me, but I had a dildo I'd played around with after I realized my preference for men. Though, I would never entrust another man with something so sensitive, I was curious, and truth be told, playing with the dildo made me a better fuck. I still remember what it felt like the first time, feeling stretched in that peculiar way. I didn't want to hurt him, because now that I had my taste of Edward Cullen, I didn't think I could give it up. I knew what to do to make him feel good.

But, I didn't want to go too easy on him.

I didn't wait for a spoken answer, but I read the cues of his body. As soon as he relaxed, I pulled nearly all the way out of his tight channel, then pushed back in, still erring on the side of caution.

I repeated the motion, picking up the pace a little each time. I needed Edward to get used to the feeling, so I could fuck him hard and fast, just like I wanted. Just like he wanted, too, he just didn't know it yet. I continued to distract him by caressing his lower back and reddened derriere with my fingertips, and I felt him relax even more into the feeling of my cock inside him.

He felt so good around my dick. He was so tight, I couldn't get over it. I was nearly getting high off knowing that I was the only one who had ever been inside Edward this way. This part of his body was mine and mine alone. If he wanted to continue whoring himself out to the sluts of Forks High, that was his business, but this, this perfect ass was mine.

I let out a growl.

He whimpered in response.

Enough pussyfooting around, it was time for me to really claim him.

I slowed my moments and, staying buried deep inside him, walked Edward forward a little so his body was half draped over the couch. It changed the angle of penetration a little, and I knew I would be able to get in even deeper.

Once we were better positioned, I spoke in a low voice, "We're done playing around now, you little whore. I'm going to fuck you now."

Edward moaned so loud, I could feel it reverberate through my body.

I leaned over Edward until my lips were close to his ear.

"I want to hear how good I'm making you feel, Edward. I want to hear every moan and pant and scream. Got it?"

I let two quick slaps fly against the side of his left cheek.

"Yes, Jasper! Yes!" Edward cried out.

"Good, boy," I murmured.

I straightened. I grabbed his hips with my hands, then pulled out of Edward completely. I gave him a second to feel the loss, then lined myself up to his beautiful hole and slammed into him hard.

"Oh, God!" Edward screeched.

"The name's Jasper, you slut, but I'll allow the comparison."

I pulled out almost all the way again and thrust back in.

I reveled in the sensation and lost myself, pounding in and out of Edward's perfect ass at a fast and steady pace like a piston. He responded exactly as I wanted; he was so vocal, it spurned me on even more. To reward my noisy little slut, I shifted my angle again, knowing that I would be hitting his prostate with more pressure.

"Oh! Right there! Oh, fuck me, Jasper! Fuck me, Jas-"

The way he screaming out my name was quickly becoming my favorite sound in the world, second only to the noise of my hand striking his flesh.

I was well on my way to coming undone, but I wanted to feel Edward come while I was inside him, and I wanted him to come hard.

I kept up my frantic pace but let my right hand release my grip on his hips. I used my hand to pepper his right cheek with a few less than gentle slaps. I gripped the buttock in my hand and gave it a squeeze.

The scream that came out of Edward's lips was animalistic and primal.

His whole body was starting to shudder.

I leaned forward again, and brought my right hand around to wrap my fingers around the base of his steel hard dick like a cock ring, slowing his blood flow to the organ.

"Have you forgotten, bitch? I decide when you come."

"Yes, Jasper," he panted, the exasperation in his voice was delicious.

I tightened my grip around his cock and demanded, "You want to come?"

"Yes, please, yes."

"Beg for it, Edward. Beg me."

I was slamming into him now, almost brutally fast.

"Please, Jasper, please. I'll do anything you want. Anything. Just let me come," his voice was hoarse and dripping with need.

"Anything, Edward?"

"Anything."

Fuck. A world of possibilities open to my imagination.

"I'm holding you to that," I hissed as I realized my hand.

I took my right hand up and let one last hard smack fly toward Edward's rear.

"Come, Edward. Come now."

On cue, he tensed and I pushed forward, feeling an exquisite clenching around my cock, while Edward shouted my name. His body continued to shiver and shudder as he pulsed through his climax. I almost came because of the pressure clamping down around me, but I didn't want to shoot my load into a latex sheath. I slowly pulled myself out of the tight warmth and rolled off the condom.

Edward knew well enough to stay still as I grabbed onto my throbbing appendage and gave it a few quick strokes. I looked down at the work I had done to Edward, and the sight was glorious. He was panting and exhausted, his whole body limp with release. The ivory color of his skin was gone, as his entire complexion was flush with exhaustion.

Seeing his fleshy, red, well-spanked ass was the exact vision I needed to bring myself over the precipice. My whole body tensed in anticipation; my nerve endings were tingling. Edward wiggled his ass back and forth slightly as if sensing my rapidly approaching release.

I cried out a string of nonsense as I came, hard, spraying my spunk all over his rosy cheeks.

As I came down from my orgasm, my legs wobbled, and I needed Edward's body to stabilize me. I leaned forward, willing my heart to stop beating so wildly.

Once I regained my balance, he turned, and we made eye contact. The green eyes I was looking into were burning with satisfaction mixed with a little bit of pain.

My protective side took over, and I knew it was my job to get rid of that pain. I needed to soothe him before I came down from my little power trip and remembered what a huge douchebag he was.

Still panting slightly, I grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the bathroom by the stairs.

He followed me willingly and wordlessly.

I eventually decided to sit down on the edge of the tub. There was a wide enough ledge for it to be comfortable for my tall frame. I motioned to Edward to come toward me.

He looked at me curiously until I reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling him forward so he could fold himself over me. Finally, he understood, and moments later, I had Edward spread out across my lap, his ass sitting up proudly. I used the same lotion I had last time, absently thinking I needed to get something better than aloe for next time. I reverently rubbed it into his battered flesh, trying to ease the pain as gently as I could.

The intimacy of the moment didn't frighten me as much as it maybe should have. But, Edward didn't make it uncomfortable. I was taking care of him because in some weird twist of fate, his ass and his body had become mine. Edward seemed to sense that this was a necessary step. I needed to show him that I wasn't just using him, and I appreciated his trust even if I didn't like him as a person. We had fallen so easily into this dynamic, but there was no sense in trying to make it something it wasn't.

Once I was done, Edward stood and walked out of the room.

I followed silently and watched him as he pickup his jeans where I discarded them.

"You might want to wear something looser. That fabric might irritate you."

"Yeah," Edward replied, studying me curiously. "You're right. Thanks."

I shrugged.

He raised his arm and rubbed the back of his neck, his other hand holding his jeans in front of his junk. My feet felt locked on the ground. It was as if wielding all that power over him had totally exhausted me.

"You waiting for a fucking prize or something?" Edward sneered at me, effectively ending the scene.

I shook my head and glared at the sexy bastard. I pulled my keys out and turned toward the door.

I paused before pulling it open, then looked over my shoulder.

"I'll see you later, Cullen," I said with a snarl. Then, I raised my voice to its more authoritative tone, "I wasn't kidding around when I said I was getting you a plug."

He swallowed.

I winked.

Then, I walked out of the Cullen house without looking back.

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