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Inferno ~ Chapter 11
"Eat," Jasper ordered.
Bella was thin enough, he thought, and he knew that her nerves were getting the better of her. He watched with a smile as Bella complied, taking small bites until her food was mostly gone.
"So, what would you like to ask me first?" He asked as she nervously toyed with her napkin.
"Um, about hard limits and what you… um… expect?"
Jasper wanted to laugh at her nervousness.
"Really, I'm rather vanilla sexually. No fisting or any strange foreign objects. Minus the occasional toy. I do enjoy anal, but we would work our way up to that." He smirked causing her blush to intensify.
"Mostly, I just like to be in control. It benefits us both. Your needs would always be met, of that I can assure you. I would only push you when you needed it."
"Well, what about spanking?" She asked meekly making Jasper's wicked grin widen.
"Only if you need punishing, but I don't expect you'll need much of it. You are a born submissive. But when I get my playroom in order we would spend time in there. I would ease you into it. Train you."
Bella's whole body shuddered at the tone of his voice. His eyes roamed her body, darkening to an almost grey. She had never felt more desired than she did under the weight of his gaze.
"Do you have any other… subs?" Bella asked hesitantly.
Jasper's mind immediately went to Maria, but he pushed the thought back, determined to be solely focused on Bella and putting her at ease.
"Not in the past four years. In fact there has been no one since then."
The question was on the tip of Bella's tongue. She wanted to know who his last was and why it had been four years. She assumed it had something to do with his scars, but something deep inside her told her to keep her mouth firmly shut on the subject.
"Why me?" She asked instead.
"Why not you?" Jasper asked coolly before deciding to give her a break and elaborating.
"You are a natural submissive, Isabella. It's in your very soul. My guess would be that you haven't been truly satisfied in any sexual relationships?"
Bella didn't want to tell him that there had only been one man. Jacob Black had been kind and considerate. Her best friend other than Alice and Edward for most of her life. It had only seemed natural to take it a step farther. So they did. For two years.
It was sweet and he was unbelievably kind and patient, but they weren't in love. Not like they should have been and they mutually agreed to move on. They were still wonderful friends, but there had never been any sort of spark. She always wondered why women were so hung up on sex when it never really appealed to her. It wasn't bad, it just wasn't anything she would want to write home about.
"Not really," she whispered.
"I figured as much." His voice was closer.
So close that she could feel his breath on her neck.
So close that her body was humming with anticipation of what he would do next. When she felt his lips brushing against her ear chill bumps erupted across her neck and shoulders.
"I can't wait to make you scream my name."