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Someone was getting strapped to a bed. So MATURE AUDIENCE warning. Only 18 + and into kinky stuff. Contains D/S themes, bondage, mild CBT and some other freaky goodies I don't want to spill in the A/N...
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''Quiet on set… and…Action!''
Jasper jumped when Alice clapped her hands.
He was flighty again. Little wonder; Edward wouldn't have wanted to be in his situation. Victoria moved towards him slowly.
The friendly relaxed woman was gone, replaced with the predatory feline.
Edward stared, fascinated, at her black G-string, watching her strong cheeks flex as her hips rolled with her stride. When had she removed her miniskirt?
''Well, well… What have we here?'' Victoria tapped a finger to her lips, posing provocatively in front of the bed.
Jasper remained silent, staring up wide-eyed. Edward could see his chest rising and falling rapidly.
Chuckling softly, Victoria bent to examine Jasper's supine form in the shifting candlelight. She suddenly straightened, snapping the riding crop in her hand with a resounding crack.
Jasper jumped again, but didn't make a sound. Edward got the feeling he was wavering again.
His hands clenched, pulling against the chains holding the black leather cuffs with a clink, as Victoria traced the crop down his belly.
He remained cast of stone, as Victoria bent to whisper in his ear. It was a deliberate move, one that displayed her backside in a most enticing way…
Edward thought she must have reminded Jasper of her earlier instructions, because when she trailed the leather down his body again, he arched, moaning softly. His belly sucked in, and he quivered where the tip traced random patterns on his skin.
His eyes were firmly closed. The look on his face was a mix of too many emotions, anxiety evident most of all. But he hadn't lost his hard-on, so that was good.
Victoria nudged his penis with the tip of the riding crop, making him gasp.
''Such a naughty boy. So hard. Are you hard for me, love?'' She purred. ''Good boys don't get all stiff like that... Do you know what I do to bad boys?''
Jasper groaned loudly again, shuddering.
Edward knew he was acting now, even if he looked convincing. He had lost the haggard look; he was playing a role. Jasper didn't make noises like that when he was having sex. Not really. The only time Edward had heard him slightly more vocal was in the two lone videos he'd found where Jasper had a dick up his ass.
Victoria paused, before suddenly slapping the riding crop to his thigh.
Jasper jerked, hissing. He tensed for a second strike, but it never came. It was back to soft caresses, whispered words of how dirty boys needed to be punished.
Jasper moved more now, tugging on his bonds. He seemed to be enjoying the feel of his restrictions. Victoria unexpectedly hit him again, on his chest. A red splotch bloomed there, a flower of pain.
Edward wanted to lick it.
It was starting to unfurl for real, Edward realized. The playfulness was gone. There was need lurking there. Its presence was stifling.
''Tell me, baby. What do you want?'' Victoria asked, her low voice sending shivers running down Edward's spine.
Jasper bit his lip.
Swallowing.
Thinking.
His face hardened and he stared the dominatrix down.
''I want to fuck you.'' God, Edward hadn't expected the commanding tone. Jasper was defying Victoria, on purpose. He radiated authority, eyes flashing; he suddenly seemed dangerous, despite being tied up.
Victoria recoiled, hissing menacingly. Her fist closed around his balls, squeezing, while her other hand wickedly twisted his nipple.
''Ah!''
Jasper bowed, then curled, trying to lessen the strain from the dual torment, instinct pulling him in two different directions. His legs wrenched uselessly against the leather ankle-cuffs.
''Ah! Aaah!''
Victoria continued, knuckles whitening. Jasper's eyes were squeezed shut. His penis jumped, leaking a translucent string into the soft hairs of his belly. Edward's twinged in sympathy for him.
''Wrong answer!'' Victoria seethed, releasing Jasper to sag gratefully.
She crawled onto the bed, sinuously tonguing a path up his inner thigh. ''I call the shots here. I say if you can touch me. Maybe I'll fuck YOU!''
She truly looked evil and supernatural as she kneeled above Jasper. Angela was right; there was just the right amount of shimmer to her skin. She looked made of porcelain, or maybe marble. And the sharp eye teeth made her painted mouth curl in a menacing way…
''I will hear you beg, boy. Beg to touch me. Beg for me to touch you. You will need me, boy. Like air. Like life. And maybe, maybe, if you're good, I'll reward you by making that hard dick of yours spurt.''
Jasper was shifting again, making the chains clank. He stared up at Victoria, mutinously turning his head to the side.
''Oh, you don't believe me? ''
Victoria's laugh was sinister.
''Just wait, boy…''
For the next while, Victoria proceeded to do exactly as she'd promised; she tortured Jasper with pleasure until he gasped in need.
It was all stark contrasts; soft soothing caresses, red dragging nail-marks. The smell of the candles. Black leather and milky skin, in the flickering light. Her silky hair trailing down his heaving belly, the crop cracking down viciously. A soft kiss to his temple, a rough bite on his calf. From his feet to his head, not a single place on Jasper's body was safe from her attentions.
Except for one.
She never, never, touched Jasper where he ached for it, pulsing and purple. Jasper was sweating now, a gorgeous flush spreading down onto his chest.
Edward couldn't tell if his writhing and moans were for show anymore. He suspected Jasper didn't either. Jasper had slipped into that murky place where his role blended seamlessly with himself. He didn't think anymore, just felt and reacted.
Finally, Victoria seemed to tire of the game.
''Enough.'' The word rang with finality.
''I will here you beg now, boy.'' Her voice was rough, victorious.
Jasper stiffened, and Edward held his breath.
He wondered if Jasper would resist again, what reaction it would ignite in Victoria. Somehow, he could tell she was still threading carefully, at least for her. He doubted she would continue to do so if Jasper resisted her again. Edward couldn't remember if she'd brought props, whips and stuff?
Jasper weighed the consequences for a few seconds too long, before closing his eyes and submitting to her command.
''Please.'' He begged harshly. ''Please! Touch me! Let me touch you... I'm so hard. Oh please, it hurts!''
His voice rang with sincerity. The sound went straight to Edward's dick and jealousy coiled in his gut. He wanted to be the one Jasper begged for, he realized. He wanted him writhing in abandon and yearning for him.
Once Jasper began, the words stumbled easily.
''Oh! Please Ma'am, please. I can't take it anymore! I… I'll do anything.'' He rocked his hips from side to side, making his swollen dick roll heavily against his taut abs.
''Let me touch you, Ma'am.'' There was a touch of Texas twang shining through his use of the term. He might be putting on a show, but it was still tugging at his control enough to make his accent reappear.
''I can make you feel so good. Oh God, please! Let me make you cum! I… please… Haaaah!''
He was so… needy in his abandon. Victoria groaned a bit, dragging a thumb roughly along his bottom lip, watching how greedily he sucked it in.
''Fine. You may lick me. Show me what you've got, boy.''
The or else… was implied.
Moving to the foot of the bed, she placed her spiked soles on the floor, balanced on them, then sat in his face. Literally: Jasper's face disappeared between her legs. Her hand was back in his hair again as she rocked against him.
Edward could only imagine what he was doing with his tongue, with his teeth.
Alice's voice rang out, loud and clear.
''Stand up a bit more, Vicky. The camera needs to see.''
''Fuck you,'' Victoria responded without fire, but she complied anyway.
Edward wasn't in a position to see clearly, which was probably good. He gripped himself through his jeans, wondering if anyone would notice if he stuck his hand in. He needed relief from the constant burn, sooo bad.
Like Jasper, he realized with a start.
The blond man was busy, head buried in Victoria's crotch, but his dick throbbed unattended. Edward groaned at the urge to move over there and swallow him. He was making these little involuntary thrusting movements… Fuck, so hot!
Victoria was throwing her head around, one of her knees now bent, weight balanced alongside Jasper's head. Her mouth opened, pointy teeth glistening.
With a grunt, she shuddered and came undone with a lazy grin.
''Good boy!'' she rose shakily, trailing a finger through the moisture shining on his face. ''Very. You're quite talented with that tongue of yours.''
Jasper stared up at her, eyes smoldering darkly.
Then he turned his head to the side and called. ''Cut! Al, I… I think I need a break for a sec. And a glass of water…''
Victoria laughed delightedly, moving to unlock him from the black cuffs. ''Oh, you are so lucky we are filming this for a non-fetish fanbase! If you were in my dungeon, you wouldn't get off so easy… By the way, the Ma'am was a nice touch, stick with it.''
Jasper didn't answer, breathing roughly and rubbing at his wrists before swiping at his chin. Then he looked at Victoria with a purposely naughty expression, licking slowly up his palm then on his individual fingers with a pop.
Fuck.
Edward could just imagine those lips wrapping around something else.
Once his feet were liberated, Jasper swung himself to a sitting position. Edward fully expected him to jack off, finally free to. He did, sorta. He gave himself a few solid thugs to the head, twisting his wrist to maximize friction with a relieved sigh.
Edward stared, wanting to see more.
But Jasper stopped, looking straight at Edward. Then he repeated the move he'd made at Victoria, deliberately licking the pre-cum off his hand.
God.
Edward realized he was clenching his own bulge so hard his fingers hurt.
Suddenly, he couldn't take Jasper toying with him. It was all too much, too new, too strong... too gay.
Fleeing the scene, fleeing Jasper, fleeing himself and his dark desires, he stumbled towards the alley and a much needed cigarette.
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The acrid smoke barely helped to clear his head. Neither did the texture of the rough brick against his back. Christ, Edward thought he might spontaneously combust…
Giving up the fight to arrange some order into his hopelessly jumbled thoughts, he reaffirmed his plan to just go along with it. It was scary as heck, this reckless base-jumping with no safety lines and no clue what lay beneath.
It was very unlike Edward. Yet he doubted he'd be able to fight the rush, even if he'd wanted to.
He shook his head wryly, feeling strands of hair catch on the brick as he put out his smoke. He completely understood Jasper for feeling overwhelmed earlier.
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Plopping into a folding chair next to Jasper, Edward nodded at him, feeling suddenly shy.
''You okay?'' Edward asked. He had to know, had to make sure…
Jasper answered slowly. ''I… Yes. I am. Victoria was right. I was drowning in the pleasure. My mind didn't –couldn't run away from me, it was too overloaded with sensations. I was totally in my body...So yeah. I'm fine! Fucking horny, but fine. That begging part…'' He rubbed nervously at his hair, biting his lip.
Edward blinked at the reminder of how aroused the other man had been. Still mostly was, probably, if Edward's state was any indication…
They sat in companionable silence, until Jasper blurted.
''We're going to do wax play. ''
Edward's mind screeched to a halt.
WAX play?
As in burning hot-as-fuck candle wax?
Holy shit.
''Victoria said that we needed to push this a bit more. And that I would enjoy it. I've never… She's right though. I crave anything, any sensation at all right now. I'm dying for a touch on my cock, any touch. Even hot wax. You only live once, right?''
His hand disappeared under his robe, briefly rearranging… stuff… before reappearing to run through his disheveled locks. The move made the lapels gap, briefly exposing a hard pink nipple.
Edward burned, a sudden image from the videos that had started this whole mess flashing in his mind; a shiny nipple ring catching the light on a sweaty torso.
''Are you… Is it still…''
Jasper cocked his head quizzically.
Edward cleared his throat, but his voice still sounded choked when he continued. ''Does the piercing still work?''
There, he'd got it out.
Jasper laughed softly.
''Well, at least now I know what you were watching!'' he teased. ''And yes, it does. I… I take it out before I film.''
''Why?'' Fuck, Edward sounded way too breathless. Better to stick to monosyllabic responses.
''It… it looks… too… gay… for a straight shoot.'' Jasper stared at his fingernails while Edward tried to remember how to breathe.
''Jasper! What are you doing to poor Eddie here? Being naughty again?'' Victoria's voice was mocking as she approached them.
Edward hated to be called Eddie. No-one called him that except his great-aunt Aro. And she did it because she wasn't all there, and thought he was his uncle Eddie, who'd been dead for a good ten years.
He scowled, snapping. ''Jasper has a nipple ring.''
Why did Edward feel like a grade-schooler tattling on a classmate?
''Does he now?'' Victoria contemplated them in silence.
''I.. I th-th-t-think he should put it in for the scene.''
Victoria's gaze drilled into Edward.
''Why do you think he should wear it?'' She waited calculatingly for Edward to answer. Yup, definitely in the hot seat.
''I.. It's hot. I don't know, it just fits with what… what you do.'' His ears were burning up. Fuck. Edward had hated school, despite being quick to catch on. He HATED being called on to answer. It made his thoughts churn and his words scatter.
Victoria finally nodded. ''You're right. It would. But even though the fans don't notice much, they WILL notice a nipple ring suddenly appearing. Alice won't let us… Unless… Jasper, could you fake it? Piercing play? Alice wants me to reinforce the whole vampire-owning-a-human-before-turning-him thing, she thinks the fans won't understand it. So, how do you feel about me marking you as mine... with a nipple ring?''
Jasper sighed, staring at the ceiling before straightening.
''It's a stud.'' He said. ''That's what I have in my coat pocket. Not a ring. A black stud with a sparkly stone in one ball. And yeah… I'll do it… You're a freak for even thinking of that, you know?''
Victoria smiled, ruffling his hair. ''Yeah, I know. That's why the fans love me. I'm going to talk to Alice, but I'm pretty sure she won't mind…''
Jasper stood, unfolding gracefully.
''I'm going to go get my jewelry. Piercing play…'' He shook his head.
''Thanks for that, Eddie!'' he sneered.
He didn't really look mad though. He looked… excited.
Just like Edward.
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