Disclaimer: This story contains graphic BDsM scenes. It is intended for Mature Audiences, reader discretion is advised
**All Characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, story adopted with permission from Danie-SweeterThanSour
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APOV
I filled out my questionnaire with chagrin. Having to concentrate on something so mundane like paperwork, so soon after a scene, would have been an immediate and effective killjoy if both my body and mind were not so completely keyed up. It was like I was overly sensitive especially with Jasper sitting directly behind me.
"Jasper, I would like to speak with you before you leave." Master Carlisle asked and I felt Jasper's body stiffen behind me.
He gave me a gentle squeeze and kissed me softly on the forehead before standing. There was a noticeable charge in the atmosphere that I was sure everyone noticed. By the expression on their faces, it appeared that both Mistresses Bella and Rose seemed perplexed that Jasper would be singled out for a semi-private meeting with Carlisle and not the three of them together.
In fact the five of us stared at them with barely concealed curiosity for the first few minutes of their tête-à-tête. They were standing too far away and talking too softly for me to make out the details of their conversation. Apparently that was the case for the others as well as we had all noticeably leaned forward towards them in an effort to capture even a snippet of their conversation.
"What do you think they're talking about?" Emmett murmured.
"Do you think it has something to do with the punishments tonight?" Edward queried.
"Who knows," Rose shrugged. "You know what, who cares? I have other things to dedicate my time to than trying to eavesdrop on their conversation. Come on Emmett, let's go."
Emmett followed wordlessly behind her, as they both placed their completed questionnaires in the tray as directed, and left the room.
Bella and Edward gave up soon after.
"Alice, are you coming?"
I shook my head no. I was under the impression that since Jasper had sent the car for me; he was going to take me home. I stood alone, unsure what to do.
They made their goodbyes and left the main room.
I could tell by the animated hand gestures that Hot Bitch was making, the conversation was growing more and more heated between them. I concentrated hard on the words that were fast flowing from both of their mouths. I think a few times, I lip-read my name off of Carlisle's; but I wasn't entirely sure. Their obvious fiery dialogue made me worried that I was possibly the reason behind their confrontation and that somehow I had displeased either one or maybe even both of them tonight.
I grimaced at the thought.
Jasper's stance clearly showed that he was on the defensive. I hope that Carlisle wasn't lashing out at him because of me.
"Here Alice," Bella nudged me. "We brought you your clothes."
"Thanks." I said as I started to get dress.
"Alice is waiting for me." Jasper snapped; almost feral. The three of us turned and looked in the general direction of where Carlisle and Jasper were standing.
"I can make arrangements for Alice to be well taken care of." I wasn't sure if Hot Bitch intended for me to hear his last statement, nonetheless it brought a huge smile to my face.
He wants me.
I was a jumble of mixed emotions. I couldn't escape the dark lush of heat that started in my cheeks and burned down to my chest.
"She's my responsibility."
Oh gawd. They are talking about me. I cringed and hurriedly finished dressing.
"Since when?" Carlisle asked.
"Since you gave her to me," Jasper responded.
Jasper's words hit me like a punch in the gut; I almost heaved. So I'm property now. My brain kept replaying his last statement over and over as I mentally shut down.
Bella noticed the change and she hugged me close. "Alice, he didn't mean it like that."
I nodded my head in her shoulder. I knew that. It didn't lessen the blow.
Edward touched me lightly on the shoulder. "Look at this way Alice; you have two guys fighting over you." His assessment of the situation displayed before us lifted my spirits a small extent. A smile that did not reach my eyes crossed my face.
"And if it doesn't work out with either of them, you always have me," Bella whispered into my ear, chafing my arm as she spoke, so low that I was sure Edward didn't hear her. My smile instantly brightened.
I heard someone approaching us, and I immediately stiffened. I wasn't sure if I was emotionally prepared to see either Carlisle or Jasper.
"Thanks for waiting with her." Jasper spoke and I could hear the gratitude in his voice. I relaxed a little.
"No problem." Edward mumbled.
Jasper slipped one of his hands around my waist, drawing me away from Bella. He moved in front of me, until his chest was warm against my face, his other hand entwining in my hair. My arms came up to hold him and I held onto him tightly, not wanting to let go. He hugged me tighter, pulling me close and we stood there for a moment.
I pressed my face into his torso, too afraid of what I would see in his eyes if I looked at him. I was still fragile after what I had heard of his conversation with Carlisle. I wasn't sure how I felt about him after his earlier declaration.
"Alice, I'm spending the night with Edward," Bella informed me. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
"Okay," I mumbled into Jasper's chest.
Jasper fisted his hand in my hair and gently pulled until my head tilted back and he was able to see my face. I kept my eyes purposely lowered, not looking into his eyes. Instead they rested on his lips and I watched them as he mouthed these words, "I'm sorry about that. Let's get you home."
I was mute for a few moments; the only sound coming from me was my light breathing. After a few anxious seconds for the both of us; I nodded in agreement.
Jasper drove me home. During the ride I began to feel anxious about what he would expect from me once I arrived home. As if reading my thoughts Jasper said, "I don't want you to do anything other than be yourself with me tonight."
After he said that, I felt content and at peace.
Jasper was the perfect gentleman. He opened the door for me and we walked wordlessly hand in hand to the elevator from the parking garage. We rode the lift in silence to my apartment.
I pulled out my keys to unlock the door and he was there to open the door for me. He ushered me in and then closed the door behind us. I searched for the lights to brighten the darkened room.
Finding the switch, I turned and found him standing behind me. For the first time since we left the Dark Whisper, we looked each other in the eyes; me with some reservation. I was unsure as to what to do. I decided to just go for it. I didn't say anything but took the two steps needed to reach him and with all the passion I could muster, enveloped him in my arms.
I stood on tiptoe and kissed his lips with such intensity. I had to let him know how much I wanted him. I longed to take him there in the front room of my shared apartment. I didn't want to wait until next week to give him all the pleasure he deserved from a sub right now.
But that wasn't my purpose tonight. I managed to stop kissing him long enough to ask in a barely audible but impassioned tone, "Will you stay the night?"
Unexpectedly, he picked me up enough to push me up against the wall, pinning me totally with the full weight of his body. My toes were practically off the ground as his pelvis kept me immobile while he pulled my wrists with one hand over my head as far as they would go. With his other hand he ravished my breasts as he attacked my neck, nipping and biting, raising marks of passion as he assaulted my flesh. His lips moved to my mouth and continued the assault. I closed my eyes.
His reaction turned me on and I was instantly aroused. I was sure that he could feel the heat coming off me and smell my desire oozing through my pores. He moved his hand down from my breasts to my now pulsing pussy, rubbing my clit hard and with an unspoken claim to ownership.
His touch was hot, but gentle and, insanely erotic. His fingers moved the fabric of my panties to the side and one of them slipped into me and began to move. It was soon joined by another. I got lost in the moment and then, without warning, he flicked my clit. Unable to stop myself, I grinded myself into his palm and came powerfully, screaming my orgasm into his mouth. He pushed his tongue deep into my mouth and humped me through a breathtakingly long climax.
Shit.
We pulled our heads reluctantly apart and stared into each others' eyes and the lust smoldered. My breaths left me shakily. I was glad to be pinned against the wall because I knew that if he moved away I wouldn't be able to stand on my own. He was so hard, so ready for me. I realized that he, too, wanted desperately to skip all future plans and fuck me right here and now.
He pulled me away from the wall and supported me gently; holding me in his arms like a highly prized and delicate object. My nipples were hard and pointed right at him through my blouse. I opened my eyes only to see him staring at me, "To answer your question, if you want me to, yes."
I returned his smile.
"Where's your bathroom."
My voice still hadn't returned and all I could do was simply pointed. in the direction of the bathroom.
He scooped me up and deposited me on the couch. He smiled again and said "I'll be right back."
I heard the water running. Could he be running me a bath?
When he reappeared, I stood and slowly performed what I hope was a sensuous strip-tease for him. My clothes became the silk veils of a harem dancer. A small wave of modesty hit me and I coyly turned away from him. When I turned around and presented myself, I stood before him wearing nothing more than a smile. He stood there mesmerized as I walked past him to the bathroom. I noticed the aroma of scented bath salts dissolving in the warm water, and I stepped gingerly into the just hot enough water.
"Coming?" I asked from the tub.
He soon followed, still fully clothed.
"You're not getting in?"
"No. I'm taking care of you tonight." He turned off the water before grabbing a wash cloth and kneeling beside the tub. He pushed up his sleeves and started scrubbing my back.
He had me lie back in the sweet smelling water. He began to then very caringlydelicately washed my face with the sudsy washcloth, being sure to get behind my ears and all along my neck. With infinite care he rinsed my face, taking extra precautions not to get any suds or water in my eyes, caressing me all along the way. He washed the front of me with almost clinical like precision. I almost stopped breathing when he began to wash my pussy and ass; but he seemingly was unaffected. His hands touched me ever so lightly all over as he worked his way down one leg and back up the other.
I sat up while he massaged my scalp with shampoo. He gently washed my hair then turned me so that he could rinse my hair under the spigot. He helped me to stand because there was still an abundance of suds still in the tub. He turned on the shower and had me stand to rinse off the rest of the soap as the tub drained. Using a huge fluffy towel, he patted me dry in a respectful manner. He wrapped the thick cloth around me like an oversized toga.
"Go to your bedroom, pull back the covers, but don't get under them. Lay on your bed, on your stomach, while I take a shower." He directed nicely. "Don't worry, I won't be long."
I went to my bedroom and did as I was told. I kept the towel wrapped around me.
When he found me a few minutes later he was still a bit damp and had a towel wrapped modestly around his waist.
"You're still awake?" He asked, somewhat surprised.
"Barely," I admitted. Seeing him half naked in my room instantly cleared away any traces of sleep. I propped myself up on one arm. "Why? What do you have planned?"
"A late night rub down," he smiled boyishly at me holding a bottle of massage oil. "Ready?"
I laid flat on the bed. I watch as his hands, warm and strong, poured oil onto his palms and then from his palms, onto my back. He worked his way from the center of my back to my shoulders, gently kneading away any remaining stress knots, desensitizing my body to his hands. I closed my eyes, letting his touch take me wherever he wanted me to go.
Gently, firmly, he massaged my back, up the center of my backbone, thumbs either side, sliding smoothly. Over my shoulders, cupping his palms on them and letting the warmth seep through me. I sighed, quietly or so I thought until he whispered "Good girl. Just relax and let me do the work."
Momentarily, the extreme horniness began to pass and pure relaxation began to take over. I breathed deeper.
His hands moved back down my back. It felt excruciatingly slow and I almost arched my back as he went lower and lower and finally slowed to a halt on my ass. I held my breath waiting for what might come next. His hands worked their way back up and I didn't know whether to be disappointed, or relieved at the stay of execution. So much for relaxing.
On their next flight down, his hands stayed there, right on my ass, gently kneading one cheek, then the other, and then both at the same time. It was heaven.
I was disappointed when his hands massaged down past my ass to my thighs and legs. He explored with reverence every part of me, including the soles of my feet until no part of me was free from providing sexual excitement; everywhere he touched and apparently, in any way, kept me at a peak of arousal. It felt so good, I was beyond the ability to beg, all I knew was that I wanted more. I moaned in absolute bliss.
Oh they should bottle his hands.
"Turn over."
The liquid pile of flesh that he created by manipulating my skin made it difficult; wit h his assistance, I was able to comply.
I heard him take a deep breath. A lopsided grin appeared on my face. It soon matched the one that was forming on his. Jasper removed his towel and got on the bed straddling me.
"Just so I can have, ah, better access to your body." He said as he sat back on his knees that were on the outside of my prone body.
Right. I nodded, barely suppressing a giggle. I could feel his dick brush up against me and I tried to remain immobile.
He ignored me and continued his massage. This time he began at my head. He masterfully ran his fingers through my hair gently grazing my entire scalp before working all around my face, my eyes, the sides of my nose and along the chin. He rubbed my ears and gently tugged on the lobes before stroking my neck with flat palms and open fingers. He moved at a snail's pace down my chest and began rubbing my breasts. My nipples pebbled beneath his touch. He pretended not to notice and this made them stiffen harder. The dull ache in my pussy began to throb with renewed fervor.
How he could still think rationally I had no clue. I couldn't take it anymore. I began wiggling and squirming beneath him, not to escape, but in purely reflexive lust. I wanted more.
It took him a moment to realize what was going on. He stopped rubbing and caught my gaze. In that moment I looked deeply into his eyes, observing an indescribable something in him I had never noticed before. I tried to convey everything I felt, I wanted, I needed with my eyes. I dared not speak out of fear I would break the spell that was cast on the two of us.
Jasper leaned forward at the exact same time I pulled up and our lips touched. He then nuzzled my bottom lip, and then he slipped his tongue in to my waiting mouth. We rubbed our tongues together, swirling in and out of each others' mouths.
Without breaking the gaze or our kiss, he shifted slightly until one of his legs was between mine, he nudged my legs apart until he has comfortably wedged between them. At that moment his dick touched the opening of my pussy. I gasped and fought for enough control to avoid bucking into him; allowing him to control our first time together. My effort was rewarded by his gradual tortuous entry that filled me in every way.
I felt my body clench up around him as another powerful orgasm began to overwhelm me, leaving me breathless, without a heartbeat, or so it seemed. Every second was an eternity of insane pleasure. When he was fully inside me, he waited, allowing me to adjust. The feel of him was better than I imagined. He felt perfect in me.
Jasper began to move. He pulled back and thrust into me deep. I wrapped my legs around him to push him in even deeper.
Jasper fucked me, revered me, claimed me, owned me. He created in me an insane woman who wanted nothing more to be the one he sought his release with. It was because of him and for him that I clawed at every piece of skin my hands could reach. I wanted to make him apart of me. He most have sensed that and it sent him bucking into me, almost fighting against me to fuck me with all he had as I tried to meet his thrusts giving just as good as he gave. We moved in perfect harmony.
He began to moan and pant. The sounds that escaped his lips were like music to my ears. His thrusts grew more urgent, more aggressive until I felt my entire body fill up with ecstasy. It had been a while since my last orgasm and I was slowly losing control all over again.
A tightness and pressure grew in me that had to be sated and it was only growing stronger. Jasper was doing his best to satisfy it. Harder and harder he fucked me. I arched my back and held my breath as my body was overcome with a strong orgasm. I was melting as he continued to thrust into me. I grabbed his hair and bit his nipple. Finally when he couldn't hold out any longer, he grunted, moaned, and then there was sharp intake of air as he climaxed. His whole body was pulsing to the beat of his ejaculations, and lasted far longer than either of us expected. The aftershocks trembled through him for minutes afterward, setting off my own new batch of micro orgasms. I clung to him completely satiated.
His body became limp on top of me. He was trying to catch his breath. He was still in me and he felt good there.
He pulled out and kissed me on my forehead. He cradled me in his arms until I fell asleep.
I woke the next morning to someone gently stroking my hair. I open my eyes expecting to Jasper. I was mildly disappointed to see that it was Bella perched on the edge of my bed.
"Is he still here?" I asked, knowing she would know who I was referring to.
"No, but he left breakfast for you."
I smiled, he was still taking care of me.
I stretched leonine and something didn't feel right. Is that what I think it is? I lifted the covers to look down at my body. I was shocked to see and feel the chastity belt back in place. I scrunched my nose in consternation trying to figure out how he got the belt on me without waking me.
Damn, he's good.
"Well?" she asked with barely controlled excitement.
"Well what?"
"What did you do last night?" She asked accusingly in a sing song voice, a huge smile on her face.
What happened last night between Jasper and I could not be put into words. There was no declaration of words; but there was definitly a connection; however I didn't know what it all meant. I decided to play it safe and kept it cryptic. "Jasper took care of me."
"As his submissive or something else?"
I pulled back the covers to reveal the chastity belt.
She stared back at me confused.
"You're not telling me everything are you?" She surmised.
"I'll let him tell you," I smiled as I pulled myself up into a sitting position and leaned over and kissed her on the nose.
"That good?"
I moaned recalling the details. "That good."
Was it good? Let me know.