I wasn't sure how I had gotten up the stairs with my body still reeling from the gift Jasper had given me. But there I was, standing stark naked in my room, watching Jasper stalk towards me after shutting the bedroom door. I stood, my body still slightly shaking and emanating rapture form the pleasure I had gotten, like a helpless gazelle about to be captured by a ferocious feline. As he got closer he began to circle around me, examining me from head to toe with his eyes. Each time he passed within my field of vision, I stared at him too. He was at an unfair advantage though, being fully clothed.

I took in his facial features, the fullness of his lips, the strength in his jaw and his high cheekbones. His face was masculine, yet there was a softness to it at the same time. The slight hint of androgyny made him all the more desirable. He was like something unreal, a creature that just shouldn't exist. The red had begun to fade a little from his eyes, and now they bore into me, like burnt sienna drill bits, determined to discover every minor detail of my body. I felt exposed. Yes - I was naked, but it was something more. The way he was looking at me, each time our eyes made contact, it seemed to me as though he would devour me if he had the chance. A tremor of fear and excitement rippled through me, as he continued to close in on me, his prey. I wouldn't put up a fight. Whatever he desired as his thank you, I would give it willingly. I tried to concentrate on his thoughts, to see what he was planning, but he had outsmarted me. When I listened for his internal voice all I heard was the sound of "Habanera" by Bizet, as he did his predator's dance.

I felt him stop suddenly behind me. He took in a deep breath and I felt one of his arms wrap around my waist. He pulled me close, as his other arm wove in between my own arm and my body, his hand clutched my chest. It felt as though he was making his move for the kill. As our bodies made contact I felt his dick, hard in his pants, pressing against my bare ass. His lips found my shoulder, and slowly they made their way to the base of my neck, where he bit me lightly. I shuddered, but he held me tighter, taking away the allowance of my own body. He grinded against me slightly as he did this, and I felt myself getting hard again too. He must have sensed my arousal, because his hand closed around my shaft, with just the right amount of pressure. His other hand moved up my chest, his fingers brushed my collarbones, until his hand came to rest under my chin. I felt the tip of his tongue move from the base of my neck to the bottom of my ear, at the same time that he pushed my head back with his hand. His mouth was level with my ear now, and the breath he released into it sent a shockwave through me.

"How do you plan on thanking me?" His whisper was low but fierce, and he squeezed my dick as he spoke.

"Any…anyway…you want…" I whimpered back in a whisper as well.

"That's a good answer."

His hand moved from under my chin and into my hair, his fingers wove into the strands and he pulled at it, still keeping my head in the same position. His other hand released my dick, and he circled around me, never letting go of the hair he held. He pulled me in and kissed all the way up my neck, making his way to my lips once again. When our mouths met, he kissed me feverishly, all the while tugging at my hair. The mix of slight pain and pleasure set fireworks off within my body, and I wanted him in any and every way possible. I ran my hands all over his body , rubbing his dick through his pants and squeezing his supple and full ass. I was suddenly desperate for him, would do anything to please him. I didn't know if the feelings were all mine, or if Jasper himself was helping them along, but I didn't care. His lips left mine suddenly and he stared at my face. He licked his lips and bit his bottom every so slightly. If there had been any blood of my own in my body, that small move would have surely set it boiling.

Suddenly I was moving at a fevered pace. I ripped his shirt from his torso. I gasped for a second, as I realized that his chest was covered in a relief of scarred bite marks. I briefly wondered how they had come to be, but it another second I had been hypnotized by the pattern that the crescent shaped bite marks had made on his skin. "Beautiful," I murmured, as I moved to kiss as many of his scars as possible. I ripped his pants and his underwear off at the same time I continued to move my lips across his chest. He pushed me back, once he was completely naked and clicked his tongue.

I was too entranced to notice. I stared at his naked body in awe; it was lean and muscular from head to toe and his dick, erect in its place, was in perfect proportion with the rest of him. His chest and crotch were completely hairless, and if not for the beautiful imperfections that were his scars, anyone would be hard pressed to distinguish him from a classical statue. He looked like a roman warrior, and I wanted him to conquer me, to make me part of his empire.

"Edward," He growled.

His voice brought me back from my trance, but he wagged his finger at me.

"You really shouldn't have done that," he shook his head. "I'm making the rules here, now turn around." His face was stern, and I felt unsure, but I did as he said.

"Now bend over."

I hesitated for a moment, but then I did this too. It was no sooner then I had bent over, that the palm of his hand landed against my right ass cheek. The sound that the contact made shook the glass of the windows in their panes. There was a slight sting, but I found that I liked it. My dick twitched. Actually, I really liked it. I wanted another.

"Again." I whispered.

"You don't get to ask. I do. You want another?" He asked in a voice that sounded like syrup. His hand was rubbing the spot it had just slapped.

"Yessss." I hissed, my body bracing for the blow of ecstasy.

"How bad do you want it?"

I bit my lip, and my dick danced between my legs, begging me to find the words Jasper wanted to hear.

"I want it so badly. Please Jasper, please…again."

His hand landed against my ass even harder this time. The room practically vibrated in the aftermath, the windows again shaking. I took a breath between gritted teeth and let the pain spread through my body like the most addictive drug on earth. My relishing was short lived, though.

"Stand up straight." he ordered.

I did as he wanted. I tried listening for his thoughts again, to see where he was going, but still I heard music.

He was suddenly right behind me once again. His arms, like serpents, wrapped around my body, both of his hands resting on my chest. He carefully walked backward, taking me with him, but not letting our full bodies make contact. He stopped us and pivoted so we were both now facing the large overstuffed armchair in the corner of my room. He inched forward, so that my shins were pressed against the front of the chair.

He moved in close, his face in the my hair, breathing in my scent. A shiver ran up my spine and exploded at the back of my neck, spreading out over my shoulders. I felt his now exposed dick press against my ass. The feel of his skin on mine made my body catch fire, and suddenly the fight of fire and ice within had me at the point where I could have come without any touching at all.

"I have decided on how you can thank me." He growled softly into my hair. "And you will let me have anything I want, won't you?" His hands slid down my torso, over my hips, around my sides and up my ass. The finally came to rest with his palms flat against the top of my back.

"Yes, anything, anything you want. I want you, so badly." I tried to reach back to touch him, but he pushed my hand away and replaced his as it was.

"No," he said softly, "That's not what I want right now."

"But what the hell do you want?" I snapped. "You keep thinking of that damn song! I would give you whatever you wanted, if only I knew what that was!" I cried out.

"You will do exactly as I say, do you understand?" He kissed the back of my neck.

"Yes." I answered.

"Get onto the chair, so you're in a kneeling position."

I did as he ordered, without thinking. I slid my legs up one at a time and kneeled on the chair, so that my feet hung off, all the while Jasper's hands never left my back.

"Now what?" I asked.

He clicked his tongue in his mouth again.

"You should really understand by this point that you don't get to ask any questions. All you need to do is listen to what I ask of you, and then do it. You should realize that the more you disobey…" he leaned forward, with his mouth against my ear, "the more I'm going to have to punish you." The gravel in his whisper caught me off guard, as did the message of his words.

But I understood then.

I was in agony, and this was what he wanted. The internal fire and ice, the throbbing of my dick at his words. This was the point of his game, I could see that now. I was worked into a fine frenzy, but he was the captain of the ship. His orders were the ones that would be lived by. It was agony. Agony and ecstasy, waiting for him to lead me to shore.

"So, you asked 'now what'. Do you really want to know what's next?"

"Yes." I murmured, barely able to speak.

His hands abruptly pushed against my back. Luckily I moved quickly enough to catch the back of the armchair in my hands. I looked back over my shoulder at Jasper, a look of urgency and hunger on his face now. He smiled a wicked smile when our eyes met and then licked his lips.

"I am going to take you, Edward, and make you mine."