Five

Jasper has to drop me around the corner from school whilst he drives the rest of the way in his Mustang, pulling up to the staff parking lot alone and not waiting for me before going inside. I have vague imaginings of us driving up to school together, and Jasper carrying my books to class for me and sitting with me in the cafeteria for lunch. That can't happen, for obvious reasons.

When I was little, my family moved around a lot and I was enrolled in school a year late, meaning that although I'm only a Junior I'm already eighteen and my relationship with Jasper isn't technically illegal. And Jasper, having skipped a grade in school and graduated college at 21, is only 23 now and so not that much older than me. But, if you do the math on our year-long relationship you'll know that I wasn't quite eighteen when it started, and Jasper would certainly lose his job if anyone were to find out. Not to mention my parents would never let me out of the house again if they knew.

So this is how it is. We sneak around and we hide our relationship in public. Which sucks, but it's worth it to be with him.

I've arrived earlier than usual, because Jasper had to set up his lessons for the day, and I find Bella getting breakfast in the cafeteria. She always gets breakfast at school because her dad is usually too busy with work to get in groceries, meaning they rely mostly on eating out and takeout food.

"Hey!" She calls when she spots me, "Want some breakfast?"

My pancakes (which certainly were cold by the time we got around to eating them, but were delicious nonetheless) still sit happily in my stomach and I shake my head, "I'm good."

I just grab a smoothie instead and sit down beside her as she tucks into eggs and bacon. She starts chattering about the algebra homework, which I, of course, didn't get around to doing last night, and I zone out and think about Jasper instead, and how I'll get to spend another night at his apartment tonight.


When we get back to his apartment when the school day is finally over, Jasper announces that he has marking to do.

I pout at him, "Can't it wait?"

He'd been feeling me up in the car ride home and I'd prepared myself for a good fucking once we got to his apartment. Or at the very least a hot and heavy make out session.

He kisses me, but it's quick and then he's pulling away, "I'm sorry, I have to get this done for tomorrow."

He sits down on the couch and pulls a stack of essays out of his work bag. The stack looks rather large and the essays look rather long, and I flop down beside him with a childish groan as I think about how long they're going to take him. He gives me a sideways look.

"Can't you just give everyone an A?" I ask, "I'm sure your students won't mind."

"No." He says, then gives me a stern look, "Don't start pouting again, what did we talk about this morning?"

I roll my eyes and slump back on the sofa. I'm being childish, and I know it, but I can't help myself. Jasper chooses to ignore me and begins reading the first essay. He hands me the TV remote, but I get bored after a few minutes and turn it off. I wander into the kitchen instead and rifle through the cupboards, making more noise than I really need to, before finding a glass and pouring myself some water. When Jasper continues to ignore me, I down the glass of water and come to stand behind him instead, leaning over the back of the couch. I begin to massage his shoulders, and he lets me until I also bend down and begin kissing his neck, at which point he swats me away.

"Fine," I say, pretending to give in, "I'm going to change out of my school clothes."

He gives a nod and continues to scan the essay. He's still on the first one!

Jasper has his back to the bedroom being sat on the sofa, and I strip completely and chuck my now two-day-old clothes into my bag. During lunch I went home and grabbed a bunch of stuff to last me a few days of staying at Jasper's, and I may have also packed some outfits that were for Jasper's eyes only. I slip into one of said outfits now, which consists of a sapphire blue lacy thong and a matching babydoll dress which is sheer enough to see my nipples through and short enough that it hangs around the middle of my butt. I undo my hair from the bun I wrapped it into for school and let it fall in curls around my shoulders, then I saunter back over to the kitchen and into Jasper's line of sight.

His eyes must catch on the bright blue of my outfit because he glances up and then does a double-take when he sees me walking around the centre island in nothing but lingerie.

He lets out a snort, "I thought you meant you were going to change into something comfortable."

"I am comfortable," I tell him with a smile and he raises an eyebrow at me. I bend over to open a low cupboard and I think I hear him curse under his breath as my ass is fully exposed to him in my tiny thong.

"I'm going to have to tie you up if you keep acting like this." He growls at me, "I need to get work done."

"I'm not stopping you." I say innocently, skipping over to him in a way that makes my breasts bounce just a little in the thin fabric. I sit in front of him, between his legs facing away, "I was just going to watch some TV."

I turn it on and pretend to watch for a minute whilst Jasper doubtfully turns back to the marking and finally begins to write his comments on the first essay. I take advantage of the distraction and turn around to face him. I run my hand up the inside of his leg, which he ignores, and then begin to unzip his trousers. This he doesn't ignore.

"Right." He finally says, his voice booming authority, "I warned you."

He stands up, taking me with him, and pulls me over to the bed, throwing me down on top of the covers. He rummages in his bedside draw whilst I attempt to clamber across the bed to him. He pushes me back down and pulls my wrist up to the headboard, coiling a length of rope around it and securing me tightly to the posts. As he does the same to my other hand, leaning across me to do so, I lift my head and get his earlobe in my mouth, sucking it gently in a way I know drives him crazy. He pushes me down again, holding me with muscles I could never hope to overpower.

"You need to learn patience." He snaps at me, "And you need to learn to obey orders."

"Then teach me." I implore in the sultriest voice I can manage. He looks as if he wants to absolutely devour me and is desperately trying to keep a stern face on. I'm sure if I can just tip him a little further he'll give in and give me what I want.

"You can stay tied up here until I'm finished working," He tells me, "And you can think about how you've been behaving recently."

I pout at him, "You're not really going to leave me tied up here alone while you work, are you?"

"You bet your ass I am." He says, and then he's pulling away and leaving me. I can hear him walk back over to the couch, but I can't lift my head enough to watch him.

"Jasper..." I whine, but he ignores me. I wait a few minutes and then I try, "I'm cold!"

I can practically hear the smirk in his voice when he says, "You should have chosen a warmer outfit then."

I pout again, even though he can't see me, and let out a huff.

After a while, he gets up to make himself a drink. He drapes a blanket over me in the process, but ignores my pleas to be untied and returns to the rest of his marking.

Finally - finally - I hear him packing the essays back into his bag ready to be taken to school the next day. He's finished, at last. He takes his sweet time walking over to me, taking much longer than is needed to cross the apartment, before he sits down on the bed beside me.

"Have you learnt your lesson, Alice?" He says in his dom voice.

"Yes, Sir." I say, looking up at him.

"What have you learnt?" He asks. I bite my lip as I try to remember what he said earlier, and he raises an eyebrow in waiting.

"Patience, Sir." I finally say, remembering his earlier comment.

"And?" He asks.

"And..." I scrunch up my nose as I try to concentrate. I take too long.

"Clearly you haven't been thinking hard enough while you've been tied up." He says.

"I'm sorry, Sir." I say in a voice which is at least attempting repentance.

"Maybe you need to be left a little longer to think." He says.

"No, please, Sir!" I protest quickly, straining against my ties as I try and reach up to him.

Before I can blink, he's on top of me and looming down, the blanket tossed aside as he straddles my hips and pins me in place with a hand either side of my head.

"You haven't been obeying my orders." He reprimands me, "And what happens when you disobey me?"

"I get punished, Sir." I say.

"Do you deserve to be punished now?" He asks. I begin to pout again, but he stops me with a warning, "Don't."

"Yes, Sir, I deserve to be punished." I say.

"But how are we going to punish you?" He asks. It's a rhetorical question and I just blink up at him as he ponders the answer.

He runs his hands down my chest and then suddenly gives a hard tug on my nipples. I yelp at the sudden pain and feel them go hard between his fingers. He tugs on them again, squeezing hard and making me whimper. His hands trail down my stomach and find the line of my thong, twanging the elastic hard so it snaps against me and makes me flinch.

"I like this outfit," He murmurs, "It's a pity you used it for such a naughty deed, and now I'll have to confiscate it."

So this is to be my punishment. Jasper knows that it makes me uncomfortable to be fully naked, my small boobs and lack of any curves making me self conscious of my body. I almost always elect to wear clothes or lingerie, no matter how many times Jasper tells me he loves my body.

He slips the thong off first, then pulls off the babydoll and leaves me completely nude in front of him. He runs his eyes over my body and begins to kiss every inch of my skin, murmuring, "You are so beautiful."

Then he seems to remember that he's meant to be punishing me and pulls back.

Instead of kissing, Jasper bites my nipple, eliciting a gasp from me. He runs his fingers over my now bare crotch, rubbing my clit and turning the gasp into a moan. With my hands tied up, I can't do anything to reciprocate and can only watch as he begins fingering me.

"Fuck, you're so wet." Jasper says, "Are you enjoying your punishment?"

I don't know what to say to this because the nature of a punishment is that it is not supposed to be enjoyed, but damn what he's doing feels good. Instead of yes or no, I settle for, "You always make me feel good, Sir."

This is the right thing to say apparently, because Jasper begins kissing me passionately whilst fumbling with the zipper on his trousers and pulling them down. In another second, his dick is positioned at the entrance to my vagina.

"Can you be patient, Alice?" He asks, teasing me with the tip of his cock. I whimper but don't dare to complain further for fear he'll stop completely, "Count to thirty for me...slowly."

I whimper again but begin counting obediently, "One...Two...Three...Four..."

By the time I get to thirty I'm sure I am about to explode if he doesn't put his penis inside me immediately. And as soon as the last number has left my lips, he happily complies, thrusting into me with such force that I cry out in pleasure. I bite my lip to stop myself from screaming as he thrusts deep inside of me, then he says "You don't have to be quiet" and I yell out "Fuck!" and he smirks.

Jasper wraps his fingers in my hair and kisses along my neck and collar bone. He thrusts faster and harder, hitting the perfect spot inside me that sends me spiralling into a pit of pleasure. I yell out "Fuck, Jasper!" as I orgasm, and his name being screamed at the top of my voice is his undoing and he comes inside me.

He collapses next to me, panting, and wraps his arms around me, pulling me into him so my back is against his chest. He unties my arms and I automatically reach for the blanket to cover myself but he stops me, catching my hands and bringing them to his lips to kiss as his other hand trails along the bare skin of my chest, midriff and hips.

"You are so beautiful." He tells me again, then he gives in and lets me grab the blanket. He kisses my temple and we lie together for a while listening to the rise and fall of each other's breaths and the beating of each other's hearts.


A/N: That was the longest chapter yet! I felt the last two chapters were a little plot-heavy, so wanted to throw some more lemon into the mix.

So I've been getting a lot less reviews on this story since I started posting again...I'm not sure if it's worth continuing. If you guys aren't enjoying it then I'll stop and I can focus on other things instead. If you want me to keep writing, please let me know in the reviews, otherwise this might be the last chapter.