I won't keep you, just to say thanks again to my gal, my Pufferfish, HammerHips. The girl sure does know how to blow. Heh.

Disclaimer: Still don't own anything pertaining to Twilight, except for a nice cardboard Edward. Yep.

Chapter 3

I couldn't get back to my office fast enough, the image I projected to the peons in their cubes and those that were milling about was nothing but calm. Hell, I even smiled at some of them. But the grapevine in this office could be compared to bytes traveling across the world on fine filament: nearly instantaneous. Hotmail, Gmail, Facebook, texts were passed, delivered, posted, and everyone undoubtedly knew of the confrontation in Camelot between Edward and Jasper.

What I didn't know, and what chilled my blood, was what, if anything, had been heard of the scene in Edward's office? The Admin Network made the grapevine look like snail mail on a slow day. Edward's Admin, Mary, had to have overheard.

Throwing myself into my chair, I got my keys out of my hiding place in my overhead cabinet, and reached down to unlock my personal drawer, grabbing my phone like it was a lifeline.

"It's me. Get me him. From last night." I barked to Emmett.

"My Queen? Of course, Your Majesty, but…"

"Emmett!" I hissed through clenched teeth.

"Yes, Your Majesty. Everything will be as you wish when you arrive." I hit the End Call and leaned back into my chair holding the phone to my chest.

What the fuck just happened?

I had him, all of him, on his knees in front of me sucking on my nipple like he had learned how from the gods. In thirty more seconds, my hand would have been in that hair…and that hair would've been under my skirt. I clenched my thighs together to eliminate the growing ache.

Would I have given in that easily? Would I have fucked Edward Cullen, our new VP and my new boss, a man that I'd known for a day, there in his office?

Yeah, I probably would have.

The force at which he pulled me to him, our bodies crashing into each other, the touch of those infinitely kissable lips, the way his tongue worked over mine like a bow to a Stradivarius string…

Shit, Bella, get a fucking grip!

No. He was not getting a piece of this action until he was on his knees in front of me, begging like a choir boy. Hmmm. On his knees…

Goddammit!" I said to my office walls, to the poor sap Jake in the next office, and probably to half of the cubes right outside my door. I shook out my hands and twisted my neck around to relieve some of the tension. The rest I would work out tonight. Yours would be…

My door flew open.

Jasper stood in the threshold, his expression completely blank. Our eyes held for one second too long until he walked in, slowly and quietly closing the door behind him. As he turned the lock, he looked up at me and leered.

"It's customary to knock on a closed door before entering." I flippantly spewed at him, pushing my chair up to my desk, but a twinge in my gut startled me, a feeling so foreign I almost didn't recognize it.

Fear.

"Darlin', it's customary to lock your door if you want to be alone." His confident strut up to the side of my chair made my lips purse. I swung around to stand up, but his strong arms pushed me back down, the action only serving to quell the fear and boil the anger.

"Don't ever fuckin' touch me like that again." I knew after the conference room he was pissed. I knew after Edward's office he'd be…difficult. But I wasn't prepared for him to be like…this.

"You're fuckin' him, aren't ya?" He leaned down planting his hands on the armrests of my chair, his face inches from mine. My feet pushed at the carpet underneath trying to free myself from his nearness, from his hot cinnamon breath assaulting my nose.

"Oh no you don't. You're not going to play all scared with me, little girl. There ain't a scared bone in your body." As he said it, his hands grabbed my shoulders, his fingers digging into the soft flesh around the bone, forcingme to my feet. Jasper was throwing everything I'd ever told him, everything I'd ever taught him, out the fucking window. I tried to bring my hands up through the middle of his to force them out and away, but his fingers only clamped down harder.

"I highly suggest you take your hands off me, Jasp–"

In the span of an intake of breath, he scooted my chair out of the way with his foot, and pushed me up against my desk, pressing his body into mine. The edge of finely-milled cherry wood dug into my ass as his one hand ran up the inside of my thigh, hiking up my skirt as it went.

In a very low voice, I managed, "Jasper, get your fuckin' hands off me, or I'm going to scream."

He returned the command with a grin reminding me of the Joker. "Are ya, Beller? Ya know, I don't think so. Unless it's like when you should scream…when I make you come so hard your fingernails dig into my back, your breath stops, your toes curl? That kinda scream?" The weight of him started to bend my back down towards the top of my desk, his fingers feeling me over the strip of lace that was hardly a barrier, until he was shoving it out of his way.

"Get…your fucking hands…off me." It wasn't a scream, more of an above-normal-voice directive. I had to get control of the situation, I had to…

"Tell me, Beller. Does he make you scream? Does he even make you moan?" His eyes grew darker, almost frenzied, my hands pushed at his chest as my back hit the desk, until I felt his fingers plunge inside me.

"Jasper!" They went in so quick, so fast, I felt a sting, his fingers pinching my skin.

The handle on my door jiggled, and Jasper's eyes flew to it, his smile receding.

"Bella, it's Rose. I thought we had a meeting…"

I whispered up into his face. "If you don't compose yourself and get the hell out of my office, I will go to Edward as soon as I open that door." It was an empty threat. I wasn't going to go anywhere near Edward, but Jasper didn't know that.

His fingers slowly slipped out, as his thumb painfully pressed down on my clit before he let me up. As I stood up, he grabbed my waist to bring me to him, and put the three fingers he had had in me in his mouth to lick them. As he slowly slid them out of his mouth, mimicing the motion he had just usedinside me, his other hand suddenly let me go and went to my crotch, possessively cupping it.

"This?" He whispered inches from my face. "This is mine." He let me go, and walked toward the door, opening it.

"Hallo, Rose." He smiled at her and walked down the hall. Rose's gaze followed him, until she turned back to me.

"Bella, I thought…"

"Not now, Rose."

"But…"

"Rose! Please. Can we reschedule? I'm…" I had to get out of there.

"Sure. I'll set it up in…" I could feel her watching me as I turned off my computer and gathered my things. "…Outlook."

I grabbed my purse, my briefcase and brushed passed Rose without a second glance.

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I soaked in my whirlpool tub, my second martini balancing on the edge and within immediate reach.

Jasper's performance in the conference room had been…unexpected. I'd always thought the prick was better than that, stronger, especially if he was skimming off the top and cookin' the books. I grinned as the thought crossed my mind that perhaps I'd worn him down.

But his meltdown in Edward's office, the way he'd been in my office was…disturbing – the crazed look in his eyes, the way he lunged at me. He had been, and still would be, looking for blood. Mine.

I couldn't fault him for jumping to the right conclusion, even if he'd handled it like a fucktard. Edward and I had nearly…

Yes, nearly. But not. Nor ever now.

"I said no games. I can't let this happen."

"Then don't."

"Fuck, Bella…."

For just a moment, I let my mind drift to the feeling of his fingers against my skin, the touch of those perfect lips, the harmony that was his tongue against mine. Shit. Could I truly just let that go? My body shivered at the thought of never knowing what it might be like to have him, to feel him inside me, to hear him groan underneath me. To fuck him so hard he shook. Not to mention the orgasm he might give me.

No. At least not now. Not until Jasper was under control.

I downed the rest of my drink and rose up quickly from the now cooling water. Rubbing the Egyptian cotton towel over my body, I closed my eyes and pictured Yours' hands instead, persuasive, strong, and…hungry. I needed my outlet. I needed to clear my mind of today, of Jasper's schizoid attack, of Edward's near penetration. I giggled at my own double entendre.

The memory, the vision that was Edward Cullen would soon be whipped from my mind by the red skin of Yours' back, ass, and thighs.

I walked down the hall to my dressing room and Emmett was standing there waiting, as usual.

"Everything is ready, my Queen." He swung the door opened allowing me to walk through.

"Thanks, Em. You work miracles. Shots are on me…after." I smiled at him.

"You bet your sweet ass they are, your highness." He winked. His arm went to swing the door closed, but then his head popped in. "My Queen…" he looked at the floor, "Try to take it easy on the new guy, tonight, ok?" He didn't look up.

I had put my bag on the chair, but Emmett's request made me spin around. "What? Is my servant trying to give me orders?" I half-grinned, but something about Emmett's request irked me. The smile that I had given him slowly receded as I walked back closer to him. "What I do in there is my business, Em. I appreciate your concern, but he wants this as much as I do. You of all people should understand."

His gaze came up from the floor and met mine. He seemed to want to say something else, but changed his mind. "Yes, my Queen. I forgot my place." He bowed and closed the door.

What the fuck had gotten into him? Was there some invasion by alien bodysnatchers that I didn't know about? Was everyone out of their fucking mind today?

I dressed quickly; tonight's ensemble included a midnight blue lace-up corset, with oval openings on the sides showing more skin, and a matching thong. Tonight, though, I would be leaving my hair down. Readying my mask, and stepping into my 3 inch black patent Laboutins, I couldn't control the excitement that coursed through my veins.

I left my dressing room ready to burst, knowing that behind the next door would be my well-packaged gift of a savior, and as my hand turned the doorknob to enter the room, my stomach did a whip-back into a double-pike. He was sitting as he had been last night, on his knees, no pillow, head hanging in supplication. The same mask that he'd been wearing last night still covered all of his features, except for those deliciously ripe lips of his. I wanted to walk right up and suck them off of his face. I quickly closed and locked the door behind me before walking over to my table of toys, my fingertips running over them creating the familiar tightening in my gut.

I walked over and stood over him, so close that if he lifted his head it would have run smack dab into where I wanted his mouth. So close that if he tried, he could smell how aroused I already was.

"I'm going to give you the time of your life tonight, Yours. I'm going to punish you until all you can think of is being inside me. It will take everything you have to remain silent. Are you up for it? You may speak." Too bad I couldn't see his dick.

"Yes, my Queen." He said in the lowest of whispers, and its mysteriousness sent helicopter blades humming between my legs.

"Do we need to review the safe-words?"

The quick shake of his head back and forth was all I needed to tell me he was ready.

I took a step backward to admire him once more. Even in this position, even with a mask hiding his face from me, he was…beautiful. "Then let's begin. From now on, not a sound. Stand."

He lifted one knee and pushed up from the floor, my eyes focused on the black silk that hid my end goal. His dick was already pushing against the fabric, and my hand itched to hold it. Instead, I took a slow step forward, running my fingernails over those sculpted pecs, down across his cut abs, and once again he stood absolutely still.

Good boy.

I went to the table and grabbed the remote and one of our toys from last night. I decided to start off simple and work my way up to tonight's climax. Lowering the cuffs, I put them around his wrists, pressing the button to raise them, but stretching him farther than last night. As I walked to stand in front of him, once again I marveled at the sight of every muscle, every tendon, stretching and bulging from his skin. He was so perfect; I licked my lips, the lioness ready to hunt.

"Yours, you're being such a good boy, tonight. It pleases me that you are." I couldn't help but reach out and touch him again, but this time I ran my fingernails over his abs, walking around him, trailing my fingertips as I walked, and ran them over his ass. His subtle flinch brought back the memory of last night, and I realized he was still feeling the effects.

"Are you sure you want this, Yours?" I whispered up to his shoulder, while I rubbed my hands over the smooth silk feeling the roundness of his ass beneath. He only nodded his head, but my touch seemed to relax him a bit. I fought the urge to just wrap my arms around his waist, pulling him to me, and instead walked back around to face him.

Although his head still hung, I glanced at my reflection in the mirrored eye coverings as I put the same nipple clamp on him from last night. His intake of breath was more pronounced then it had been last night, so I didn't turn the screw just yet. As I clamped on the other one, his reaction was the same – another breath – but this time he breathed out. Good. Breathing through the pain was a step in the right direction.

"Oh Yours, you're so perfect, I can't decide what to do next." I smiled up at him. Walking to the table, I set down the remote and decided to try something new. Picking up my Tigress Whip, I slowly walked back to stand in front of him.

"We're going to try something new tonight, Yours." I whispered as I ran the tails over his shoulder and around his chest and then lightly let touch his tented dick.

"But you need to be punished, Yours. It's why you requested me last night, and it's why I'm here again with you. Punishing you will pleasure me." I moved to the side of him to get a good view of his back, and flicked the whip with the preciseness of the pro I was. His upper body flinched with the sting, but his feet didn't move.

"That's so good, Yours. So good." I encouraged and let another crack hit his skin. His hands that were now fists shook the chains, but not a sound out of him.

I came up in front of him to look up at the mask that hid his true pain, letting my hands trail up from his abs, around the clamps and to the sides of his neck.

"Yours?" He shook his head adamantly. I glanced at his lips and they parted for me, as if asking me, telling me, that they wanted to be touched. It could be a game changer, but I didn't care and stretched to take his upper lip between mine, and then tugged it with my teeth. As I pulled away, his head inched forward, wanting more, and I just grinned back at him. For the next toy, I removed the nipple clamps and his exhale was noticeable. I threw them on the floor. I couldn't wait to touch him anymore, and ran my hand up his dick, feeling it swell in my palm.

"Soon, my pet. Soon." My next toy would be all I required of him tonight. That and him inside me.

I picked up the cane from my table, and walked to stand three feet in front of him.

"Yours, I'm checking in, for your sake as well as mine, because I'm going to send you places you never thought possible." His head moved slightly up and down, his torso hung slightly forward, the muscles in his stretched arms bulging as well as his dick.

"Good. I will not be lenient for disobedience." I cracked the cane in the palm of my hand, taking a step toward him, when behind me I heard a key in the lock. My body spun around.

"Good evening, Beller." Jasper said closing the door quickly and locking it behind him.

"Jas–what the fu–what are you doing here?" I couldn't contain my surprise even though I tried, but it was quickly overcome. "You have to leave." I started to walk over to the table to grab the remote where the alarm button would send Emmett running.

"Nuh uh, darlin'," But before I could get the table, one of his arms came around my throat. As my hands flew up to try and pull it off, he snatched the cane and then wrapped his other arm around my waist, my cane now in his hand. "Beller, I highly suggest you remain quiet, or I'll choke the life out of ya."

With the grip he had around my throat, I momentarily believed him. I looked up to see Yours pulling at the cuffs, the mirrored eye holes meeting mine. I could tell by the way he pressed his lips together he wanted to speak, but said nothing. He was still playing, playing by my rules, and even though Jasper held my neck, the need I had for Yours was like fire through my veins, shooting through every nerve ending, culminating in tension between my legs like I'd never felt. My legs pressed together, my knees started to bend, and I nearly whimpered. If it weren't for Jasper, I would have Yours inside me now.

It would take everything I had, but the fuckhead behind me needed to go, and I needed to talk him down using every trick I had in me.

"Jasper, sweetheart. If you wanted to play, why didn't you tell me? I could've arranged…"

"Shut UP, Beller. Why, you're nothing but a freak dressed in fine clothes, aren't ya. All this time, I was thinkin' you and I were meant to be together. Your penchant for the wild and dangerous and the ability to ride me like a fine stallion." His arm squeezed tighter around my throat, and the realization that Jasper was out of his mind suddenly crept into mine. Fuck! But as I tried to think and come up with a plan, I could feel my eyes starting to bulge out of my head, the pain in my esophagus cutting off…air. I couldn't get air.

"Jazz…" I squeaked out barely above a whisper.

"But just like when I purchase a fine stallion, I had to do some research. Had to make sure you weren't some poser, some half-breed dressed in a fine saddle." I could feel his breath on my ear, but his words were becoming muffled, twinkling stars on the edges of the room. I glanced again at Yours, and he was still tugging at the restraints, his teeth clenched.

"Get…the fuck… off her!" he suddenly spoke in a low growl.

Jasper just laughed behind me. "I'll deal with you in a minute."

Jasper's lips were against my ear. "Do you know what I do to my horses when they don't obey, Bella?" Just as the darkness started to close, he threw me to the floor, my head smacking against the cold tile, but not enough to knock me out. I choked for air, trying to push up with my palms.

"Well, naturally, they have to be taught a lesson." A sharp crack and a stinging pain across my back sent my cheek to the floor…and the rest of me into oblivion.

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I heard voices and a low moan that sounded like it came from me.

"My Queen? Bella? It's Emmett." Strong hands went around me, rolling me over, and held me in them. My back was on fire, and a stinging pain rocketed over and through it as the arm cradling me came in contact with it, and this time my moan was louder.

"I need to get him into the bar. I'll call the cop I know. He'll take care of him." I recognized Emmett voice near to my face and realized he was holding me.

"Good. Make sure you pour some shit down his throat and over him so he smells like the horse's ass he is. I'll take care of the rest of him from my end."

That voice.

"Bella, can you hear me?" I felt rough knuckles across my cheek, and then a very large hand holding my chin. I tried to move my head back and forth, but the comforting hand held me still.

"She's coming to. You have to get her out of here. You both have to get out of here." Emmett said to the voice.

I started to remember…Yours, his compliance, his beauty…Jasper coming in…clutching my throat…and then fade to black.

"Don't take her to the hospital either, they'll be looking there. That is, if someone else believes his bullshit, but my guy should take care of it. I pay him well enough."

"Don't worry, I have someplace I can hide her. I'll call Dad if I need to, but I know what to do."

That voice. The familiarity made me finally flutter my eyes open, and they fell on the side of Emmett's head. He was looking over his shoulder, but then I saw him. Jasper was just to the side of me on the floor, unconscious.

"Emmett, what the…fuck?" I tried to lift my head, as Emmett's hand slid to cover my ear, holding the side of my head in his palm.

"Everything's going to be fine, Bells. I mean, my Queen." Emmett's whoops-a-daisy smile made me try to grin.

"Really, Em. You're gonna have to work on that." My eyes slid shut until I realized there had been someone else in the room, that distinctly familiar voice, and I whipped them back open to find…

"Hello, Bella."

There, kneeling next to Emmett on the floor in jeans and a black t-shirt, was Edward Cullen.

DOH! So, I can just feeeel all of you Jasperites wanting to reach through the screen and throttle me. *snickers*

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