"See you later, Bella." He called after me, his voice smooth as silk. I didn't have to look back to know he would be smirking. I shook my head incredulously, making a mental note to stop off at the bathroom before heading to class.

Now, it would be completely impossible to pretend like this was just any other day.


Chapter 3

Later that night, I lay curled up in a ball on my couch; watching the pictures on the television screen fly by, my eyes unseeing as I stared off into space. It probably would have been easier for me to think in my bedroom, but the family had made me join in on watching some stupid sitcom on T.V. insisting I participated in "family time". Since I had no energy to argue with them, I agreed, and only pretended to watch and follow what was going on. I had more important issues to address. My mind wandered over what had happened after lunch.

My first class after lunch had been a repeat of my morning class, only I had walked into it late after spending ten minutes in the bathroom trying to fix my sex ruined hair and makeup. Jasper had grinned at me when I had walked through the door, but that was the only time he acknowledged me for the rest of the class. Last class went by just as dull, but I kept my guard up, a part of me expecting him to catch me in the hallway again like he had before. I was right. As we were dismissed, he caught me under the elbow and dragged me off into the nearest deserted classroom. He kissed me, and then invited me over to his place for Friday night, calling it a "sleepover". I guessed he wouldn't let me leave if I gave him a no. It was frustrating to have to deal with his controlling attitude, but a part of me longed to have him dominate me again. The thought of voicing that request to him sent shivers through me. I would never.

Friday would come fast, that I knew for sure. Jasper wasn't going to jump me in the halls at school anymore, or try to question me during class, because he was waiting for Friday. I thought back to the way his eyes had sparked when he extended the invitation to me, and could only imagine weakly what he could be planning. We still hadn't talked about that first night… he hadn't even asked what I thought of it. Not properly at least. A flare of anger made me dig my fingernails into my legs. Asking me about that kind of thing while he touched me like that was hardly fair. Like asking someone to sing while treading water. I imagined myself showing up on his doorstep Friday, slapping him across the face, and then storming off. I grinned for a moment, but it quickly faded. As soon as I saw that face, I wouldn't be able to walk away, let alone slap him.

I blinked, looking up just as the credits began to roll down the screen. Desperate to get away, I jumped to my feet and fled before I could be forced into having to sit through another horrible program. I changed into my pyjamas, and crawled into my bed, abruptly exhausted. It didn't take me long to drift off to sleep, and that night my dreams were haunted by the nurse himself.

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Friday arrived quicker than I had initially expected. It wasn't until Jasper told me he would pick me up around six that I realized tonight was our "sleepover" date. I had nearly run out of the school, anxious to get home. What was more ridiculous than my anxiety was the reason behind it; I hadn't picked out an outfit for tonight. While I tore apart my closet trying to find something decent to wear, I wondered at what we might be doing this evening. Maybe I had gotten myself all worked up over nothing, and this would actually be a normal sleepover. Somehow, the words "normal" and "Jasper" felt out of place in the same sentence.

Just as the clock hit ten to six, I gave up on the skirt I had dug up, and threw on a pair of jeans I'd normally wear. There was no point trying to look fancy, and act like someone I wasn't. After all, I doubted that Jasper would be dressing up for the evening. The mental image of him showing up at my doorstep in his nurse outfit was enough to send me flying out of my room. The thought of someone in my family opening the door to that was even more terrifying. I ran through the living room; jumping over my younger sister who was sprawled out on the floor, and stopped dead in front of the door; hand hovering expectantly over the door handle. I waited there, frozen in anticipation. After ten minutes had gone past standing like this, I huffed and straightened up again, checking the clock on the wall. He was late. I began to mutter incoherently about how he was disorganized, should show up when he says he will, and shouldn't keep a girl waiting, when the doorbell chimed. I jumped, taking a few seconds to recover before opening it slowly.

"Hi there," he smirked, flashing his teeth in a devious, and not to mention annoyingly smug, smile. "My apologies for keeping you waiting. I had some things I needed to pick up from the grocery store." I blinked at him, and then nodded, before turning and yelling into the house that I would be back tomorrow. I picked up the overnight bag I had packed earlier in the day, and followed him out the door. Being in the car reminded me of that first night, and it made me nervous, yet disgustingly excited. I drummed my fingers on my thigh while I gazed out the window, putting all effort into avoiding the chance for conversation to start. My anger from earlier was pounding in my conscious, making it easier for me to lay on the silent treatment.

It didn't take long for us to pull up in front of his house. After I had ducked out of the passenger seat, I stood there, gaping. The driveway was a circle; looping back around so there was no need to ever backup. In the centre of this loop was a large patch of lush green grass, accented by a beautifully filled circular flower garden. Every colour of the rainbow seemed to glow from it, as I listed off the flowers I knew by name in my head. After I'd taken a long look at the garden, I turned my attention back to the house. It was two stories tall; made entirely from red brick. The green roofing was worn, along with the bricks, giving off the impression that this particular building had stood here for ages; passed down decade after decade. The house itself was made up of three parts. The main block was in the middle; a vibrant white door stood out against the auburn brick, making the fine white trim that ran along the outside of every window pop out and draw in the eye hungrily. On either side of this section, were two rectangular pillars, which came forwards in the front. It looked like someone had stuck two cylinders onto either one of these sections. I absently began counting the numerous windows with my fingers, but gave up when it looked like I would need my second hand, and maybe even my toes. Each window was decorated with an intricate woven pattern of swirls and weaves, subtly visible behind the rich green of the actual vine that climbed steadily up the brick. It was stunning.

"What do you think?" I jumped, and turned to look at Jasper who had my overnight bag slung over his shoulder, a casual smirk on his face while he gazed at me. "It's beautiful." I said honestly. "Glad you think so," He gestured with his hand towards the front door, inviting me forward. We walked silently side-by-side, as the building began to loom over us the nearer we got to it. For a moment, I wondered if the shadow of this enormous building could block out the sun. The unsettling familiarity as the lock opened brought my thoughts back to reality. How many different ways would I be haunted and reminded of that night by? It was like being traumatized, but not a bad kind of suffering. It was all very confusing.

The first hour went by surprisingly uneventful. I wasn't sure what I had been expecting to happen when we had arrived, but it had been nothing compared to what actually had. Jasper explained that we would be sleeping in his very spacious living room, which was set up with two couches, a thirty-four inch flat screen television, and an assortment of electronics cluttered on shelves around the room. He then pointed me in the direction of a tall case filled with movies, and told me to pick one out that I wanted to watch. After I had narrowed it down to two, we changed into our nightclothes, and sat down to watch one of the movies I'd picked. It was all very normal, very casual. Once the first movie had ended, Jasper dragged me into the kitchen, and produced the things needed to bake cookies. I laughed.

"Are you serious?" I asked with incredibility, while I washed my hands at the sink, and he spread oil on the cookie sheet. Jasper chuckled. "Of course I am." Yes, of course. You're always serious, I though bitterly to myself. My initial anger from earlier rose in the pit of my stomach and I pulled in a strangely shaky breath before readying myself to confront him. "Jasper…" I trailed off. "Mhm?" he was speaking in an offhand tone, paying more attention to the balls of dough he was placing on the sheet than to what I was saying. That bothered me, and I snapped. "Who the hell do you think you are?" I demanded. "Well, I'm rather certain I am Jasper Hale." His matter-of-fact tone was irritating.

"Thank you so much for pointing out the obvious," I muttered sarcastically. "But how can you just invite me over, and treat me like nothing happened? How can you not even ask me properly of how I felt that first night? You just kidnapped me and… and…" My head was throbbing, and I massaged my temples, the lack of sleep from the past few nights hit me like a punch to the ribs. "I think I should go home." His fingers trailed across my clenched fist, making me jump and recoil abruptly. I could feel the emotion flicker across my face while I went from startled, to incredulous, to outraged, and finally confusion, all in less than five seconds. His face, however, was completely composed while he gazed into my eyes.

"Look, Bella, I'm sorry…" this bit alone was enough to make my jaw fall open. Jasper Hale saying sorry? Who the hell divided by zero? "I really am, honest. It's just I wasn't sure if I wanted to know the answer you would give me, if I did ask." My constantly changing expressions settled on confusion. "What do you mean you weren't sure if you wanted to know my answer?" He went silent for a moment, and I struggled to dissect the look on his face while he considered what I had asked. Before I had the chance to discern any of it, it seemed he had come to his conclusions. "It's weird for me to express my feelings, and I'm struggling with the idea of you being more than just a friend… and even more intimate than just a girlfriend…" Jasper paused to chuckle lightly. "Kidnapping you doesn't seem like the most logical idea, anymore. What was going through my head, I'm not entirely sure…" he trailed off, smiling to himself. "So, I'm assuming now is the time that I should ask you… How do you feel about what has happened between us?"

When I looked into his face, which I had been subtly avoiding the entire time he had been talking, it was like looking into the face of someone who was at a Nazi concentration camp. And I was the one who decided whether he lived or died. It was heartbreaking. "It sure was…. Something…" I trailed off wistfully, an idea had lodged itself into my head, and I decided to act upon it, running my fingers lightly down his arms as I stepped in closer to him. "And I'd really love to do it again sometime," I breathed, lust thickening my voice. Jasper looked down at me, a beautiful smirk lighting up his face before leaning down to kiss me softly. I ran my fingers through his hair, surprised at how tall he actually was, leaving me on my tip toes as I tried to move my lips more forcefully with his. He moaned, picking me up with one arm, he used the other to clear a space on the marble top of the kitchen island we had been baking on. I fell back onto the cool counter top, my breathing rapidly increasing as he fell between my legs, never breaking apart from the kiss. My hands pressed against the thin material of the black hooded top he wore for pyjamas, running along the sculpted plains of his chest. I found the hem, and pulled, dragging it along his body as he put out his arms to help speed up the process. Jasper tugged on my lower lip lightly, placing a hand on my lower back as it arched off the counter.

The way his muscles clenched while I slowly moved my hands to his crotch sent an excited surge of arousal through me, and something of a mixture between a moan and a gasp burst from my lips. I could feel what he did to me as my core began to burn steadily under his touch. Jasper pulled my top off slowly; his lips like a personal burn to every part of my bare chest they touched. I stretched my arms out over my head, letting my eyes fall closed, only concentrating on the feeling of him. His lips grazing across my skin, his hand pressed firmly on the small of my back, the other held onto one of my legs, while he pressed himself harder in between my legs. I panted, grinding my hips into his growing erection, a moan escaping his lips in response. "Fuck, Bella." The strain in his voice made me giggle. "You think that's funny, do you?" he growled, a playful smirk twitching at the corner of his lips. Before I could answer, he pushed off of me, leaving me lying there confused. "Jasper what-?" He shushed me, assuring that he would be back and that I would have to be patient. I made an annoyed sound in the back of my throat. Patience was something I lacked, especially when I was so fucking hot, and the one thing I needed had just walked away. I moaned, squirming on the counter while my nerves wore thin and each second brought me closer towards going after him. Just as I was about to call out for him, he returned, standing on the other side of the island so that he was at my head. I raised an eyebrow at him, which was returned by a smirk.

"Don't move," He said softly before a familiar soft fabric fell over my eyes. I felt him securing it with a knot behind my head, as I stared into the endless darkness the blindfold provided. A familiar feeling of frustration made my stomach flip, and I strained to focus all my attention on listening to the quiet movements as he walked around the island again, a soft rustling and then in comparison, a loud clanking as he set something down on the counter next to me. I could feel the cold coming off of it as the cool air touched my exposed thigh, causing goose bumps to break out across my skin. I bit down into my lip, turning my head towards the noise as the rustling became louder. "Now, Bella…" he murmured seductively, ghosting his fingers across my chest as he stepped forward to stand in-between my legs again. "I think I've been a fairly rude host tonight. The entire time you've been in my home, and I've hardly offered you any food." His voice was light and playful as the rustling continued again. "Are you hungry, Bella?" I moaned, nodding quickly while I considered the many possibilities of that question, and the different directions he could take it in. "You know how much I adore to hear you say my name. It's rather disappointing when I have to ask." My back rose off the counter again, up into his erection, and I squirmed under the fire that seemed to be burning in my hot sex. "Yes, Jasper. I'm hungry." His hands found the clasp on my bra, before he undid it effortlessly, throwing it aside. My nipples were almost as hard as his cock, and I could feel it being pressed against me as he had removed my bra.

Jasper made an approving noise before I heard a wet thrashing noise, and then a warm liquid dripped in long flowing streams back and forth across my breasts, continuing in a downward path of delicious criss-crosses as the lines began to pool out across my skin. The delectable scent of chocolate assaulted my senses as I sucked in a large breath of air, moaning softly as the action made the liquid move on my chest. It tickled as it began to drip down my sides and onto the counter. I now recognized the familiar scent of the liquid Nest Quick chocolate, picturing the very bottle he would be using in my head. I heard him set down the bottle again before he removed my pyjama pants without warning, he then chuckled, and I flushed, remembering I had decided to skip out on wearing panties. "You never cease to amaze me, Bella."

The blush that would surely be a flaming red against the pale skin of my face almost burned as hot as my dripping core, which I was abruptly reminded of when Jasper grinded his still clothed hips into my own, bare sex. My muscles strained to satisfy the will of my body as I forced my thighs farther apart, begging him to fulfill my growing need. I heard Jasper smirk, a slight moan lingering in it. "Patience is a virtue." I growled, not for the first or the last time, annoyed by his attitude. Without any other words, he picked up another container and shook it. As soon as I heard the sound of the can being shaken, it automatically registered in my mind, and I whimpered. The delicate, feather like substance weighed barely enough for me to feel it on my skin as he spray the whipped cream in long continuous whirls, building up a pile until it just covered my breasts. My breathing was increasing rapidly by the second, and I could also feel him start to work faster to achieve his goal. The rustling from before, what I know realized was a plastic grocery bag, was louder and much more rushed as he dug through for whatever it was he was looking for. I heard two snaps, and then a moment of silence before Jasper's fingers pulled carefully at the blindfold. The knots he had made earlier came lose almost immediately, and the cloth slid from my face, revealing the scene to my eager eyes. I stared at my chest, covered in chocolate and whipped cream, before I noticed that the opening of a container of fresh strawberries had caused the snapping noise. My breath left me in an excited wet moan. "Fuck, Jasper, what are you trying to do to me?" I gasped, trying to calm my breathing as I fought for air.

He chuckled. "You have no idea just what I would love to do to you."


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