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Inferno ~ Chapter 7

Bella didn't know what to think of Jasper. For so long she'd only seen him as this broken man who let no one in. He seemed so sad and when he called her, drunk off his ass, she truly feared for him. But in that moment he was looking at her with those ice blue eyes, like she was something to eat. He licked his lips, the good side curving up into a crooked smirk. It looked beautiful and devilish all at once.

"You want to know what I am? Sweetheart you couldn't have handled me before this." He pointed to his marred skin.

She had no idea what he meant, but from the wicked look in his eye she had a feeling that she didn't want to. But she had been determined to help him. The fact that she felt an undeniable pull to him only made her resolve strengthen.

"I'm here for whatever you need." She knew she regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth.

He almost laughed at the way she jutted out her chin, as if to show him how much she meant it. It amused him and made his mind foggy with lust.

"Strip," he ordered, in his most commanding tone.

Bella looked at him as if he's insane. She wasn't a virgin, but she was in no way experienced enough, or comfortable enough with her body to do anything like that.

"No," she shrieked, causing his grin to falter. It was replaced by a frown and the dilation of his pupils.

Jasper pulled her into the house, determined to show her just who he was. What he was. He couldn't have been sure if it was the alcohol, or the way she tried to defy him… or if it was just her, but he wanted her. To dominate her. To taste every inch of her body. To teach her how to be in control and how to obey. To watch the cheeks of her ass turn pink under his hand.

Bella cried out in fear as he dragged her into the living room where he sat in a large chair and bent her over his knee.

"Such a sweet, innocent girl." His hands roamed her ass almost lovingly as he spoke. "But you have a fire in you that just needs some fine tuning. Do you know what a submissive is, Isabella?"

Bella shakes her head no, too overwhelmed to speak. She's heard the term before, but usually from some of the kinky guys she went to college with. The way they spoke of it made her wary. They spoke of getting off on beating their girls, and being in control of every aspect of their life. The idea of being taken care of thrilled Bella, but the idea of being a slave… not so much.

"Hmm, well that's good because I can have the chance to teach you. I am what you would call a Dominant, or a Dom."

"You get off on beating women?" She asked incredulously.

His laugh caused her to shudder.

"No. Of course not. Although a little punishment now and again is very necessary. Then there are the joys to be had in the playroom, but I never give a sub more than she can handle."

Bella felt ashamed by the tightening in her belly at his words. The thought of him taking her to a "playroom" both terrified and excited her.

"You telling me no was completely unacceptable, Bella," He growled and lowered her loose sweatpants to reveal the creamy skin on her pale cheeks.

Bella felt him stiffen beneath her. His groan of appreciation was not lost on her either.

The first slap is loud and hard. Harder than he meant for it to be. He always warmed them up first with a few gentler slaps, but it had been so damn long, and for once since Maria's death he didn't feel crippled with the agony of her loss.

Bella squealed and squirmed in an attempt to get away, but his hold on her was strong. The slaps continued and he ordered her to count. She was confused and a little humiliated. She didn't count out loud, but she knew the ten slaps would be fixed in her memory.

With that action, Jasper had awakened something in him that he'd thought he would never see again. His Dominant nature was a part of him, always had been, a part that he thought he was done after Maria's death. But watching Bella's round ass turn pink under his hand was almost too much to control. He'd meant to show her what he did to women that didn't obey. To scare her away so that he would know she was gone for good and could stop obsessing over her. But instead he only felt an insane need to possess her. To keep her as his. To train her. She had such wonderful submissive qualities and perhaps that was why she had appealed to him in the first place. It was rare to find a true, natural submissive, and he wanted her for his.

As soon as he let her up, Bella was pulling up her pants and bolting out the door. She was humiliated and strangely turned on… which only served to make her feel even worse and more terrified. It wasn't anything she'd ever experienced before. And it scared the shit out of her the way it made her feel. She only knew that she had to get out of there so she did. Once she was in the safety of her car she knew that she was ready to get as far away from Jasper as possible.