I had noticed the more Jasper and I played, the better I slept. I had joked about it being much like exercise, and Jasper had agreed wholeheartedly, saying that it almost even counted as such, with the amount of sweating we were doing. I was going to be a fool if I wouldn't out right admit that I started to have feelings for Jasper.

Were Jasper and I together? It kind of felt like it. We were spending so much time together. We were fucking most of the time, truthfully speaking, but I was getting to know him anyway, just in a more intimate setting. I felt like if we would be together, or would make it official, we wouldn't want to stop fucking one another anyway. In any case I was enjoying what was happening too much for me to bring anything up. Perhaps it was too soon? I didn't want to dwell on that fact, so I didn't.

I was heading to the dungeon and I definitely had something else to think about.

Heidi, the receptionist, knew me by my name now, and greeted me, which made me feel good for some reason "Miss Bella, good evening!" Perhaps it was that I was being known by the community in a way. I didn't know if I was going to spend a lot of time in the community, since Jasper and I were just experiencing duality at the moment, but I knew that I didn't want to feel like I just had started doing it even if I was. I hated to be the new kid.

After Heidi had told me which room I was headed to, I immediately had butterflies. I don't know if I would ever lose them walking to meet Sir, I had them so often. Jasper was way way different than Sir was, but I was loving my time with both of them.

I didn't wear anything special to this meeting, opting for just some regular jeans and a sweatshirt, knowing that when I entered the room, I had to get naked as soon as possible. No funny business, or nothing. Sir liked me naked, just for him to see and do as he please. I didn't mind one bit. I've been naked with other people, of course, but never like this. Me being naked in this room was the norm.

Jasper was standing with his back to me, wearing his own dark jeans and a dark t-shirt, doing something at one of the posts of the bed. I didn't say anything to him. The last time I did, he wouldn't let me come for a long while, making sure I understood the rules of speech he wanted me to follow. I knew better and I knew that he knew I was in the room. After a minute or two Jasper turned and smiled at my naked body.

"You're a good girl, whore." I tingled when he was so rude towards me, and when he called me such a name. I could feel my cheeks flush.

"Come here." He gestured towards the bed he was standing next to.

"Should I crawl, sir?"

He smiled. He was proud of me that I was learning so quick. Then again, I wanted to cum, so I knew better indeed.

"Crawl, of course." I did as he instructed and crawled toward him. I could see the hunger in his eyes, and I couldn't help but to want to please him, feeling wetness between my thighs as I passed the room on my knees to him. My knees were bruised but I didn't feel it, not when I was with sir anyway.

"Get on the bed." He instructed and I sat down on the fluff. It reminded me as a distant cousin of Jaspers bed in a way. I loved Jaspers bed even more than I liked my own bed, it was the perfect match between fluff and rough just as Jasper was.

"Do you want to feel good?" he said as he petted my head.

I wanted to nod, but after a time I had done that and he had slapped me, I knew he wanted a vocal response "Yes, sir. Always." I said the truth. Since I was in this room I wanted to cum and I wanted to make him cum almost more but if he was asking, and if sir was going to be merciful, I was going to let him.

He smiled "You are such a cock hungry girl, aren't you? Lie on your back, whore."

I did as he told me, and after I did that, he cuffed my hands and my legs to the posts. I trusted him, but adrenaline spiked, and I was breathing heavier. I watched him do my hands and my ankles, smirking the whole time. We hadn't done this before. He dragged his hands over my naked body and it didn't matter that the room was warm; where he touched me, my skin felt hot and it left a trail of goosebumps on it. I squirmed under his touch getting too excited too fast.

His hand traveled down to my vulva and slowly pushed a finger inside. I let out a satisfied sigh. Him touching me was so fulfilling that it was almost everything I wanted in life – his touch.

He was feeling me up with his other hand, as he was fingering me, but it didn't last long, sadly. Heaven ended when he withdrew his finger and I almost felt like crying. I moaned at the lost contact and that made Jasper respond "Don't whine, whore. I don't like brats." He pushed the finger he had inside me just a second ago in my mouth. I could taste myself and I licked every part he was offering me. He was generous today and I was accepting it.

He showed me had a magic wand type thing in his hands and I knew in a second what it was. I've seen enough of videos to know what that massager could do to my clit and I was so scared and excited to try it that I muttered "Please. Make me cum, sir." My want and need taking over.

Jaspers face twisted in anger and he grabbed my throat, almost cutting all my air supply, making me want to use my hands that were useless at the moment "Did I speak to you? Were you given permission to speak?" he spat at me.

"No, sir." I gasped. I know I shouldn't have done it. I did it anyway. Truthfully, I had wished he would have used the toy faster on me and would overlook it.

"I'm not going back on my word, but you definitely will." He said angrily, as he let go of my throat and taking the toy in his hands.

I only had a second to take a breath in until he put the toy against my clit, and I let one of loudest moans I've had. The sudden pleasure that went through my clit and my body made my body relax as much as make it tense up. It didn't take even a minute for me to cum. I was licking my lips, about to ask if I could cum, hoping that Jasper truly wouldn't back down on his promise and make me beg for my release as he had done before.

"You don't have to ask me to cum, whore, just do what you do best." He said a smirk in his tone.

As I let go and I was cumming, moaning, I was wondering why he was so happy. I had defied him, he was supposed to be angry with me, wasn't he?

I was still panting, coming down, the high when he didn't put the toy away. He was still keeping the massager on my clit. I could feel myself coming back to the high place in a record time "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" I was repeating as a mantra as I was about to cum a second time. It felt like a hot iron spiked through my clit through my whole body as I came, this time yelling, for the second time in the first minutes.

I was coming down, almost feeling high from the orgasms I had experiened. It started to turn to pain as he still was holding the massager against me. "Please, sir, fuck, fuck, please!" I was yelling at him, not really knowing what I was as begging for. Did I love it? Yes! Did I hate it? Yes!

"What is it whore? You wanted me to use it on you." I could hear a smirk in his voice.

"Jesus Christ." I yelled out loud as Jasper turned the massager on a higher level. I could feel myself tearing up, as I suddenly came again, not even anticipating it this time "Stop, fucking stop."

"Aww, baby." He cooed and laughed at my tears "I think you have just one more in you." He said as he turned up the levels even higher and I was just yelling this time, not even moaning, not even enjoying the painful, hot feeling that was shooting through. The fourth release that came through, made my ears ring and my head spin. I was cussing at Jasper, as he was just laughing.

As I came down, he slowly turned down the toy letting me take a breath in and my heartbeat settle to normal. I wanted too cuss at him, but I didn't want to keep going like that any longer and I knew he was sadistic enough o keep going until I said my safe word.

I looked at him, and he was smiling, his eyes sparkling. I bet I was looking at him as if I hated him, but it didn't deter him at all. He just put his hand on my throat, not really choking me just making sure I felt his hand there. He leaned in, kissing my tears and then kissing me "You've been a good girl. Do you want your reward?" Jasper said against my lips.

"Yes, sir." I said, still wanting to please him.

Jasper undressed in front of me, showing me how much he had loved what he had done to me. When he was undressed, he was stroking his cock, looking at me. I couldn't help but to get excited again, which told me that I truly was a whore. But since I was his, it didn't bother me one bit.

He suddenly got up on me, his knees straddling my shoulders, his cock almost on my face. I've never been in such a position, where he was almost sitting on top of my chest "Open your mouth, whore." He demanded and I did as he told me, wanting to have him in my mouth.

I never truly realized that I loved sucking cock, but when it came to his cock, I wanted him, and I wanted it all the time. I couldn't use my hands, which kind of made it a light torture for me. At first, I was in charge, sucking him harder and going in deeper at my own pace, but then Jasper got tired of it, and just started to move faster, taking control back.

"Your mouth," he moaned "is exquisite. But it needs to shut the fuck up." He started to fuck my mouth faster, making me gag almost on every thrust "When I cum, I want you to swallow everything I give to you, whore." He moaned and I moaned in response.

God, I wanted to have it all, and I just couldn't believe I was so lucky to have this man. When he did come, I swallowed eagerly, even though I almost choked having his cock so deep in my throat. I had tears in my eyes again, but this time, from his cock hitting my throat.

He came down his high and got off of me. We smiled at each other, knowing that that was it for now. He uncuffed me and picked me up bridal style, to the connected bathroom, and ran the shower. I adored him in these moments the most. I felt as if I wanted to sleep and lay down, but Jasper always took care of me. I didn't have to lift a finger in these moments.

Jasper sat me down on the shower stool, the warm water hitting my back, as he turned it on "You did wonderful, Bella." He kissed my wrists "How are you doing?"

I smiled at him "I'm good. Tired." I nodded.

I found out I would be really tired after these sessions. Jasper had said that when people were in a scene, submissive would go into this subspace, the mindset where no one else existed but us and what we were doing. Usually people would refer to it when they were experiencing pain, but Jasper had reminded me that pleasure wasn't a long way down the line from pain, and that this was normal. Subspace was the high feeling of the things I had let him do to me, that led me to extreme levels. And seeing as I was new to this, I was getting used to even small, short scenes, and I would enter the subspace easily enough.

The rougher part was me exiting it. Jasper said when you just leave a person in the subspace, without any aftercare, they could experience depressive episodes and feel all kinds of ways, like unworthy, bad, disgusted and so on.

I had asked Jasper what was it he was experiencing, if I was in subspace and he had said that it's the connection and heightened senses, and he even said love for the person who he gets to dominate. He did say it's nothing like subspace, but he also needed aftercare of me, to get out of his top space.

I leaned in and kissed him, and he kissed me back. I was thanking him, for being a good dom and I was thanking him for taking care of me. He washed me and kissed me, and even if it was something normal and just plain sweet, it did kind of wake me up and I was more awake by the time he was drying me off.

"So," he started "I'm looking for a new place." He stated.

"That's great!" I was truly happy for him "What; You don't like living with Edward?" I joked.

He laughed answering "I don't like living with roommates. I want my own place. Definitely happy if there wouldn't be any Cullen's there too." He stopped laughing "I'm looking for a soundproof place as well. Or a place I can soundproof." He smirked when I looked surprised at him.

He was getting a place and he was thinking of me while looking at it. The butterflies were back.