A/N:
I got an idea for this one the other day. It will be a little miniseries of naughtiness :-D
Pairing: Bella & Jasper
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Bella looked at the alphabetized checklist with uncertainty, not sure if she truly wanted to go through with this. There was just so much paperwork. Contracts, checklists... she hated paperwork.
"Um," she squeaked, "what does 'abrasion' mean?"
He grinned from his seat as if pleased by her question. "Abrasion is stimulating a part of the body with friction by using abrasive objects such as sandpaper, steel wool—"
"Steel wool?"
His brow rose at the interruption—he wasn't too happy about being cut off mid-sentence. Bella lowered her gaze and her voice, internally chastising herself for messing up already.
"I'm sorry. You just caught me off guard..."
"Isabella, you're free to talk to me and ask questions. Just don't talk above me again or there will be consequences."
She looked up at him from beneath her lashes and smirked. "Yes, Master."
He laughed and Bella noticed that his eyes crinkled in the most beautiful of ways when he was happy. She wanted to make him happy more often. "I'm not your Master... yet."
She bit her lip and blushed, going back to the list. "Just for the record, I definitely don't want to do that."
As she progressed farther down the list, she began to doubt that she was making the right choice as she repeatedly checked "Hard Limit" for almost every option. Asphyxiation, beastiality, catheterization, dilation, electricity, forced urination, gun play, harem...
Harem?
"Uh, you won't have a harem, will you?"
"No. Only you, Isabella."
She visibly relaxed and continued down the list.
Injections, knife play... pony play? She wasn't even going to ask. Her eyes stopped at "Pussy Worship," and she squirmed slightly in her seat as she checked it off as a definite "want to try," while trying to imagine the ways her Master would worship her own pussy.
Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all...