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JPOV
"Be a good little vampire while I'm out, Edward." Using my thoughts, I sent Edward an image of me taking him over my knee. Spanking is for the mental effect rather than any discomfort- given the nature of our skin, and Edward, more than any vampire I've taken as a Sub before, responds to my disappointment. With his mental gift, my pet is overly sensitive to my opinions of his behavior. When I am displeased, the barest hint of my mood is enough to make my mate beg for my forgiveness.
"Mate?" Edward verbally echoed my unconscious thought while his emotions nearly gave me whiplash from the intensity and rapid shifts from affection to confusion.
We mate regularly. I buried the rest of my thoughts beneath my work schedule as I climbed into my Mustang. The house, and with it Edward's lustful emotions, was left behind quickly as I made my way to the hospital.
I had been well aware of Edward's affection for me in the past twenty or so years of our companionship. I know that in my own way, I have returned it. I have not had the capacity to love since I left Maria's army. When Peter and Charlotte went their own way, as a mated pair not triad, I was rejected. I subsequently used and left, or destroyed, vampires who fell for my Southern boy charm. Always, I preferred to find a single vampire, or the occasional human, to satiate my desires.
Tales of my debauchery eventually reached Volterra, as I suspected they would, and Aro demanded I make an appearance before his court. He wished for me to pay my respects to the royal family of vampires. I went bearing my maker's head as a gift, handing Aro the entire Southern arm to dispose of, or use, as he desired. Instead, I found myself wanting Edward. His beauty was unrivaled, even among the females of our undead kin.
~*~ Flashback ~*~
"Welcome, Major Whitlock, General of the Southern Army. How fares your sire?" Aro's emotions were as cold and sinuous as his voice. I could feel the darkness, the evil, as if it were a tangible force.
"Good afternoon, Lord of Volterra. I thank ye most kindly for allowin' me time to finish up my work before makin' my way to your fine city and for askin' after my maker. Mistress Maria is feelin' a little...disconnected." I removed my Mistress' head from the burlap sack inside my backpack and rolled it to Aro's feet, watching as he stopped it with the toe of one boot.
The mirth of the three brothers, along with the shock of their retinue, filled me with glee. I enjoyed having them in the palm of my hand for such a simple task. I only had to kiss my maker, slide into her intimate embrace, and then I exulted in the sound of her head separating from her body- ripped cleanly off as I came inside her. My pleasure had flooded her, and even in the final moments of her existence, Maria had felt no pain. Her army stayed in their haven, awaiting my word to disband, relocate, or news of to whom they would now bow.
The small gasp was what drew my attention to him. He was tall, thin, and had hair the shade of a Sonoran sunset. He reached for Aro's hand and I watched the Master's emotions shift to ones of anticipation, happiness, and even, dare I say it, a hint of fear. In the boy however, such a beautiful boy, there was so much pain and anguish, yet no despair. There was no despair in his emotions whatsoever. He was lost in the torture they had put him through. His strength in the face of such evil surprised me and I wanted to rescue the poor boy. He couldn't have been more than sixteen, perhaps seventeen, when turned. Given his proximity to Aro, I was certain that his gift was the reason he was turned, and his appearance was responsible for his position as a collared submissive.
~*~ End Flashback ~*~
I'd made the drive to the hospital while my mind drifted into memories of my years with Edward. For the first year after I had bartered Maria's army for possession of Edward, I had not so much as touched him. He flinched emotionally whenever I was in the room. Outwardly, he never showed anything except joy. Even that was reserved solely for the piano I had gifted him once he'd opened up to me about the memories he had of his human life.
It had been Edward who made the first move, sexually, in our relationship. After a less than satisfying hunt and fuck with a wandering nomad, I returned home still hungry and aroused. Edward had disappeared, coming back an hour later with an adult male who lusted for my pet.
"Jasper," he'd whispered so only I could hear, "he wants to fuck me. Do you want to watch?"
I'd hated that he would allow the human to take him when I had not. I would not stop Edward; while I considered myself his owner, to a degree, I did not force myself- or my wishes- onto him, outside of basic respect and a single threat. I swore that if he ever ran away from me, I would hunt him down with the aid of Aro's best trackers, and after I made him feel every ounce of horror, anguish, pain, sadness, and every other emotion I could inflict upon another being, I would destroy him.
Edward has never tried to leave me; I have always known where he was, whether it be home, this job as a Neurology consultant, or one of his various stints as a musician with a local orchestra. Until we came across his sire and I convinced Carlisle to give us enough money to establish ourselves- it is funny how attached a vampire is to having his mate's head still attached to her body- we had been without a roof for a few days. Edward and I had played on humans' desire for beauty and power. For a handful of bills, we sold them the illusion that they would get to fuck one or both of us. They would invite us into their homes, we'd kiss them, tease them, and then, with a quick flick of a nail across their wrists and forearms, we'd drain them as I plied their bodies with my gift.
That night though, I had plied Edward's body in every way I knew how, and discovered many more. I ripped the human from his arms, shredded the body, and then used the blood as lubrication to fuck Edward. We slipped in the sanguine puddle on the hardwood foyer floor, our bodies crashing into walls as we rutted. His nails ripped gouges through the flooring as he tried to push back against me. My lust spiraled us higher into a Dionysian frenzy until even I was lost to the spell of our bodies pushing and pulling, never hard or fast enough to get us to the pinnacle we sought. His head had slammed back as I lifted him onto the stairs, hoping a different angle would set us off, and he bit down on my hand when I pushed his chin up to expose the silky smooth expanse of his neck. The pain, the fire of his venom, set me off and I came; the explosion of desire coming from my body's empathic urges enough to start his own climax.
I wear a glove over my left hand when we make love. His teeth do not come near me; he knows that now. When I take Edward as his master, I leave the glove off, letting him see the pain he has caused in leaving another damned mark upon my hide.
~*~
The files on my desk were orderly, in the order of appointment, and color coded with location and primary diagnosis. There were only three patients; two were regulars who came to my office weekly, but it was the third who I was seeing for Doctor Cullen. Mary Alice Brandon, Mental Health Inpatient, DX: Paranoid Schizophrenia.
I skated through my earlier appointments, counseling as needed, giving Mister Carid a boost of confidence, and toning down the hyperactivity of Missus Slater who really only came in because she was attracted to me. Her fundamental need was to cut out caffeine from her daily diet and she would be right as rain.
Then it was time for my two o'clock.
I sat in the still running car, inside our closed garage, for several minutes. The pattern of my fingers tapping the steering wheel neither assuaged the inner beast demanding her as my rightful property, nor did it calm my nerves of how I was going to explain what I wanted to Edward. How could I tell him that in one measly half-hour session, my entire existence had been changed?
"You're blocking me, Jasper. I only picked up 'beast,' something about work, and then 'had been changed." Edward's emotional field, as well as his countenance and body language, displayed confusion, compassion, and his desire to make things right. "What can I do, Jasper?"
I shook my head, her scent covering me once again from where she had grasped my hair and tugged me into a kiss. I cut to the chase and showed Edward my entire visit with Alice. "We're getting a new pet, Edward." I would not ask, could not ask; I would have her no matter his decision. He would learn to like her.
His eyebrow raised, and those delicately tapered fingers rested on the hips I have gripped over three thousand times. "No." His lips were still shaped in the 'o,' his lower lip slightly pouted down, as I slammed the car door and stood before him, my boots granting an extra inch to the three I already had on him.
Do I need to remind you who the Master is? It was not a request. I did not trust myself to open my mouth to speak for fear I would bite, or worse. She is coming here. You can thank your maker for that.
His emotions shifted to pure petulance as he stomped his foot. "No, Jasper. I will not have another human pet for you to play with. Don't you remember the last woman we tried to keep?"
"Yes, Edward; I do. Bella did perfectly well until she tried to take you away from me. I told you both that I wouldn't let that happen. She didn't believe me. I only regret that you had to witness her demise; I know how you felt about her."
My words softened as I spoke, hating myself for the pain I'd inflicted on Edward but also despising the human who had attempted to come between us. He hadn't stopped me when I told her they would not be leaving. His emotions had been those of a resigned man.
The addle-brained girl had tried to set me on fire with the candle from the dining table centerpiece. I had let him kiss her good bye. With a jealous heart, I had watched as he kissed her tenderly; his love flowed through each touch, a love that was pure and filled with so much hope. I had not watched him as I broke her back over my thigh, her torso snapping in half so that only the flesh held her together. My eyes had remained on the rapidly cooling skin of the woman who had tried to separate me from my mate. I buried her in the backyard, feeling Edward's eyes on me from his room on the second floor until I put the last shovelful of dirt into the hole.
"I know you didn't want to hurt me, Jasper." His emotions were guarded, veiled behind a calm mask, but I could feel the guilt behind them.
"If I wanted to hurt you, I would have." I pushed past Edward into the house and kicked my shoes off onto the rug. I hung my leather trench coat on the peg beside his suit jacket, and made my way through the first floor rooms carefully, ensuring Edward had cleaned the house after I left.
The scent hit me despite my inability to find it on any specific piece of furniture or object. I knew he'd been at Carlisle's, or had been hunting with him, and "sent" an image of the two of them to Edward.
"Yes, I... I had some things to take care of."
You know my thoughts on seeing him, Edward. Now, we'll be taking in a new ward because of Carlisle's machinations. I never should have taken you in. You've been nothing but trouble from day one and now, our life is being upset once again. I was careful to keep my thoughts of how badly I wanted Alice for myself hidden beneath my anger.
Edward came up behind me, his hands resting on my shoulders, and I felt his lips press against the base of my neck. "Forget them, Master." His words were a purr against my skin. "We could leave, just you and me." His breath tickled the short blonde hairs and his tongue pressed against me before licking along the line of vertebrae in my neck.
"Alice, too. She's part of our world now, Edward."
I felt his emotions shift to a resolute stubbornness as he mouthed "no" against my shoulder blade.
"That's two times you've denied me, Edward; you will not make a third. Third floor, now."
~*~
The stars glittered over head, casting a celestial glow on my playroom. I'd removed the ceiling above half the room, replacing it with steel girders and skylights, so that I could behold the beautiful sky. Edward was suspended from chains hanging from the center girder. It was reinforced with several support beams so that Edward's mass would not bend the metal.
His body was beautifully wrapped in the platinum alloy chain ropes Aro had designed. The star back harness displayed his pectorals and shoulder blades while the decorative knots along his spine were the finest art I had ever created. I couldn't resist the temptation he offered and I kissed my way from the lower swell of his buttocks, followed the ropes I'd wrapped about his thighs and calves, forcing his legs into a bow, until I reached his cock, the gift at the center. My lips and tongue drove Edward nearly to madness, circling the base of his cock without touching where he wanted me most, while I controlled his lust, taking it higher on each pass I made.
I love seeing you on display for me, Edward. I opened my mind fully to my sub, letting Edward see him how I did: the harnesses holding him just two inches above his normal height, his feet flexed so that his heels pressed into thighs with his balls nestled between them. As he watched my vision come nearer to his body, I felt the lust and anticipation grow until I could almost feel the trembling need radiating from his still body.
"Do you want me, Edward?"
His eyes raised and lowered, his head immobilized by his own will to remain still per my earlier command. Answer me aloud, Pet. I want to hear you ask for me.
It was so quiet in our play room, only the sound of my breathing for Edward did not even take in breath during his punishment, that I heard his jaw pop when his lips parted. "Yes, Master. Forgive me for disobeying."
I smiled, stood, and kissed his lips, careful to not let my body touch his cock. "You can be such a good boy, Edward. I like this side of you much more." The corners of his mouth twitched and I felt a hint of amusement before he quickly suppressed it.
"Yes, Edward?" I purred against his neck, licking and nipping my way up to his earlobe where I bit down, earning the first hiss of the night. "Please share your thoughts with the rest of the class." I sucked on the wound carefully, sucking my venom out until I only tasted his. The silver-tinged clear fluid beaded up and then healed the wound, leaving no mark.
"I thought you preferred my backside, Master." His words were soft, a harsh whisper as he attempted to hide his humorous remark behind a respectful tone.
I reached down, one hand roughly grabbing his cock, my fingers squeezing just barely before the point of pain, tugging gently as I reminded him who was in control. "Unless you would rather have your ass belong to Aro once again, it belongs to me. Another day of contradiction like you've given me today, and I will consider sending you back. I have not been a harsh master, have I? I give you your freedom, and outside of punishment, I do not hurt you. As a vampire, it is not like anything I do could be permanent anyway."
As I spoke, his hands flexed slightly. I did not give you permission to move. Let's make it so you can't have those beautiful hands getting into trouble. I slid my hands up his arms, letting lust seep through him at my touch. As I cupped his arms, just below the shoulder, I pushed in and pulled, dislocating both shoulders. I'd done the maneuver countless times to newborns, yet doing it to Edward felt wrong but I needed to show myself that I was still in control. I had to prove that Alice had not broken me beyond repair.
His eyes darkened and I felt, just for a moment, a touch of fear. There was just the smallest flicker, but it was enough for me to mentally command time out. Edward shook his head but then pushed down, the venom allowing the bones to fit back into socket and heal quickly. He flicked his wrists from the waist restraint and stretched his ankles, breaking the bonds. The shredded fragments embedded into the floor as he dropped down; the sound grated on our ears much like fingernails on a chalkboard.
Edward sat, still naked, on the edge of the leather couch on the opposite side of the room. I approached, cautiously, my own cock bobbing as I walked toward Edward. Do you want to talk about it? He shook his head. As Edward and Jasper, not a Sub and his Master. I will not order you to speak, but I wish you would.
"Jasper, why won't you just take me as your lover?" I watched those beautiful hands tug on the front locks of hair before pushing them back. His frustration was as visible as it was physical to me.
"I have," I answered, unsure where he was going.
"I do not want Alice here," he shook his head when I went to argue, and continued on, "because I fear I will be even less of a person to you than I am now. I know that you bought me from Aro, and I am grateful. But, Jasper, it has been sixty eight years. I feel more like a toy than a person. I would rather be burned than continue on like this."
I watched his eyes dart to the fireplace and back to me, only catching his wrist as he moved faster than I had ever seen him. "Edward, don't."
"Jasper, I have done horrid things. Let me cleanse myself of them finally. Give me my peace or give me equality in this relationship."
I released his wrist and moved for the stairs. "Do what you wish, Edward. I wash my hands of you. Alice and I will have a nice life together. Fare thee well."
I descended, feeling his anger wash over me before Edward collided with my back and sent us both falling down the two stories to the main floor. Our bodies tumbled repeatedly, landing with me atop his back. The hardwood beneath us splintered on impact and we were left teetering on a piece of subflooring that was only supported by one joist.
"Did you really dislike the flooring, and half the wall and stairwell for that matter, Edward?" Since his face was pushed through the floor, I sent him the image of me smirking down at him.
His skin rippled beneath my touch, the first stirrings of movement, and my instincts sprang into motion. I don't think so, Edward. I have you right where I want you. Do you yield?His emotions did not respond and he did not take in a breath, so I asked again. "Can I take you, Edward?"
His desire surged, bringing my own cock to readiness as the lust swirled through my system, more potent than any drug. Desire has always been my downfall, but no more so than all the emotions of the young man prone before me. His whispered "yes, Jasper," was barely past his lips as I bit into my palm. The venom pooled, shimmering in the stars' light that came through the window.
My cock shone as I rubbed the icily cold liquid along my shaft, dripping the last handful down the crack of his ass. I couldn't help the chuckle rumbling in my chest as his hips lifted in anticipation. "Does my pet want his master's cock?" On each word, I rubbed the head of my cock in the fluid running along his ass and then over his entrance.
"Please."
Edward's emotions matched his words, and I pushed forward past the tight ring that still threatened to make me spill my venom before I could make a second thrust. The out of control lust, desire, and affection I felt for Edward was pushed from my body and I sent it into Edward, leaving only the dark emptiness behind. From the pitch-black center of my soul, I moved within him, having given Edward all the goodness I already possessed. We shook with the low moan he made, and I opened to him, letting Edward see what I could, feel what I could, sense what I could.
It was too much and I felt his body tense. "Not yet, my little one. I'm not ready for you to cum just now." I pulled back all of his emotions, leaving his desire on a low simmer.
Edward's groan of frustration was followed by the banging of his forehead on the floor. He knew better than the plead with me over this and gave up the reins of his pleasure to me. I accepted, graciously, and leaned over to kiss the center of his arching back. You look so beautiful, my Edward. Mine. Always.
He pushed back onto my cock, reminding me to thrust, and I withdrew until I could see his body struggling to keep me inside, then slid back until our balls slapped together. The smell of his venom leaking from his cock reached my nose, sweet and musky. I knew, by feel and experience, exactly where to target my thrusts to bring him the most pleasure, and I repeatedly thrust over his prostate three hundred and twenty seven times in under a minute, all while preventing his climax.
His keening, a sound of pleasure so intense it was akin to pain, filled me with a joy greater than my own orgasm, which was imminent. "Cum for me, Edward." I released my hold on his emotions, flooding us both with intense waves of desire. Fire consumed me from the inside while the tempest pulled me into him. Stars danced beyond my eyelids while they shone through the window onto us. I was inside him yet outside my body. I felt Edward's emotions, as he gave me everything, and there again was that damned love.
I would destroy him.
"We're pickin' up Alice at three."
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