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Chapter 3

Jasper POV

"The patient is of above average height, average to slim in weight, overall health appears good. Patient did appear to have a slight hangover but given his reason for treatment, not of immediate concern. Will deal with alcohol usage in future sessions if a continued issue. On second thought, I will contact the patient's spouse for temporary removal.

"Patient was nervous at first but quickly settled in once he realized he didn't have to lie down. Apparent issues with downtime, not certain yet if it is a recent development or a constant in his life. Patient was constantly in movement, from his leg bouncing to his fingers drumming on the couch."

I paused my dictation recorder. I still couldn't believe that I brought up Alice to Edward. The fact that my ex-fiancee and his wife are friends was no surprise. Alice makes friends everywhere she goes. Her personality is infectious like that.

When I came home from Maria's, Alice and I were fine, at first. She was so happy I came back at all, she was willing to overlook my changes. I flinched when touched and I never let her have any dominance in sex for the first year. Eventually I began to accept her leading me and was able to ignore Maria's memory.

Alice missed our play bondage with scarves but I just couldn't do that to her. I was worried that I'd be hit with a flashback while we had sex and I'd hurt her. My tough little Ali-cat stuck it out when most women would have bailed on me. I hadn't come back to her whole. When the nightmares started again and I gave in and started treatment for post traumatic stress disorder, Alice was there to drop me off and pick me up from each appointment. It was only when she found out I had been contacted by Eleazar that Alice left me.

Truthfully, I checked out of the relationship the moment he brought me back into his inner circle. My therapy sessions were doing nothing for me but teaching me to hide my symptoms. The woman I spoke with weekly could understand accidents, trauma, and war but she had no idea how to deal with domination and submission.

So it was daily phone calls from Eleazar that allowed me to cope with the real world again. His advice that I wore a collar, even if it was just a silver band, until I chose to remove it, helped. I was able to slowly acclimate to the outside world with some sense of familiarity. I'd spent a year under cover, the position as sub had become ingrained. I was a part of Eleazar and Aro's world now, no matter my wishes otherwise. When Alice saw the collar, she flipped. That night when I came home from school and work, her bags were packed.

"Alice, babydoll, what's all this?"

"I'm moving out, I'm going to live at home until I find something else. I can't deal with all of this!" She flicked at my collar where it was hidden beneath my shirt. "You, you're not the Jasper I fell in love with. You're just a shell of that man. Jazzy, you've been distant since you came back. And I've tried to understand. Really, truly I have; but when you came home with that collar, I knew you were back in. You couldn't walk away from the control. I love you, I always will, but I can't do this anymore. I need someone who is with me one hundred percent, and that's not you."

I let her go. I didn't fight for Alice, I didn't cry or beg. I just stood there, stoically, as she picked up her bags and tucked them into her little Volkswagen Beetle and drove off into the rapidly darkening sky. I knew she was right and I loved her enough to want more for her than what I could offer. The answering machine still has her message on it, three years later, when she called to say she had reached home safely and that she'd be by to pick up any mail each Friday until she had the forwarding address paperwork set. I was still on the couch at midnight, my unopened beer bottle in hand, when the call came from Eleazar.

"There's someone I want you to meet. Sakura will be at your place in the morning." I didn't respond, there was no need. He knew I'd be here.

I downed the rest of my cold coffee and looked over the notes from my first session with Edward. The fact that a patient had bled out overnight due to a mistake on his part was common knowledge. The Chief of Staff, Edward's father, had made a statement that an independent team of physicians ruled it an accident, but it didn't change his feelings of guilt. I knew what he was feeling. I had felt the same guilt over Maria's death even though it was to save my own. The loss of life at your own hand was not something easily gotten over.

"The patient has a need for control in his life, as a surgeon he's used to manipulating Fate. Edward is a newer surgeon and has not lost a patient before from what I gathered. He's used to his hand being the one that saves and gives life where there was no hope. Control. The patient is used to being the one in control." I clicked off the recorder once more.

Control is something I know how to deal with. My life has been a game of control, who has it, who does not. A sub truly has the control in the relationship, despite the active use of controlling actions. You give your power, your control, to the Dom, but you aren't giving up your power.

When Bella first told me of Edward's depression and the frequent flashbacks, I knew that I could help him. It was matter of if I wanted to. After working with Eleazar and even a stint in Italy with Aro and his brothers, I have taken on my own subs from time to time. Each still bears a life long token of our relationship. I have had male subs before and they were easier to deal with than the females. Women would look at my face, hear my soft voice and start fantasizing about me between the sheets. They wanted me to tie them up and then make love to them. That's for my partners, not a sub.

True, I bring my subs to great levels of pleasure but it isn't love making. We both have needs to meet and that's all. Edward needs someone to take control of him, break down his walls until he deals with the problems that go beyond the patient's death. I have a feeling his control issues stem back to childhood, not just in adulthood. I wouldn't doubt his current lack of control is what is causing the problems between Edward and Bella, more so than the patient's death.

When Edward sat there, staring at the floor as he spoke, I studied him. He had hair most would call auburn, but it was more bronze than brown and the red wasn't overstated. His green eyes were sunken, lack of sleep most likely, and red from crying and alcohol. His profile was sharp, more European in appearance than most men around here. He was good looking. I could imagine him down on his knees and the thought pleased me. I wouldn't have to pretend it was solely for his benefit. I would enjoy him as well as provide therapeutic relief.

Hearing that he wanted to kill himself was no surprise and my heart went out to his wife. I knew she was anxious when she was here. Now I could fully understand why she always bolted out of here at the end of a session. Bella was worried that she'd walk in to find him dead or dying. The thought of him taking his own life pained me.

Even in the depth of my depression while I recovered in the hospital and saw the extensive tissue damage that had been done to my back, I had not contemplated those actions. I had fought to stay alive too long to end my life like that. I flicked the switch one final time and heard the buzz of the recorder.

"Patient states he wants to be better and is willing to accept any methodology to reach our goals. States that his big goals are to be happy again, overcome all of his underlying guilt and end his self-blame game. Patient has taken the first steps in coming to me for assistance and admitting he needs help. Will meet with patient two to three times each week to establish a routine and work on his goals through a reward system."

"Yes. You will be doing exercises, so to speak, and for completing them and doing them correctly, you will be rewarded."

"Like a dog?" Edward asked, his voice sounding unsure. I couldn't help but laugh.

"You're not far off from the mark. So…for our next session, I would like to meet somewhere a bit more private. At my home or yours perhaps? You might be more comfortable at your own home."

How do I tell him that I need him relaxed because I need to start building a level of trust before I collar him and begin the real therapy? I am expecting a certain level of resistance when I do put a symbol of ownership onto him but he'll quickly learn that I mean business.

I plugged the recorder into my computer and downloaded the notes for the system. Later some transcriber would type them in. Why they don't just let me type them directly is beyond me. It's much faster than their current methodology. When the download completed, I shut everything down and closed up for the night. Friday was my day off so I could work with Eleazar for an extended weekend. Monday was busy, as usual. Sadly I wouldn't be seeing Bella outside of my sessions with Edward unless she felt a need to see me. It's not like I could further examine that fantasy of Bella and the couch. She's his wife and I won't indulge in cheating. Even Alice and I had to end our friends with benefits arrangement once she began dating Laurent. Well, that was really only a pause. Turns out the boy has a huge submissive streak and a love of cock. Fucking them both has become a regular occurrence, two sometimes three times a month.

A quick glance at my calendar for Monday showed six appointments in the morning but the afternoon was free after a one thirty lecture at the nursing college regarding the benefits of branching outside of Western medicine for healing. I was focusing on meditation while Sakura was going to go over acupuncture and acupressure as well as herbal therapies.

I made the drive home quickly, if I was to be up and ready for Eleazar's next meeting, I would need some rest. I grabbed a bottle of water and tossed a slice of leftover pizza in the microwave. I wasn't in the mood to cook for myself. The kitchen was clean, none of Alice's experiments took place in the oven or on the countertops any longer. I didn't have to worry about food poisoning or burnt yet raw food. The couch Alice had purchased was long since dead after a sub knock over a candle and set it on fire. Since then I've kept candles far away from new subs that flinch at everything.

The futon I replaced it with was beginning to sag in the middle, the black metal frame cold against my neck as I leaned back. The green cushion was comfortable and easily cleaned of all traces of pussy that had been on it, so it could live a little longer. When the frame died, I'd buy a new one and relegate the mattress to the back bedroom. It would join five others well used mattress where I was slowly creating a room fit for a Sultan's harem.

The TV held nothing even vaguely brain numbing so I turned it off, letting my mind wander. Seeing Sakura on Monday would be a welcome treat; it had been too long since we were last together. I was so happy when I was asked if I knew any other non-mainstream treatments or anyone who would be able to speak about them on short notice. The director was instantly charmed by the tiny Japanese girl who showed up in a pair of black slacks and a silk blouse. She looked sweet, demure, and not at all like the dominant tiger in bed I knew her to be.

If the director had seen Sakura in her corset and jeans while she showed me different bondage techniques on her latest sub, including a lovely rope cage made around her body that held up her pert breasts... Well, I doubt she would have been offered the lecturing position. I wonder how Edward would look all tied up? Learning shibari, a more decorative but still fully functional form of bondage, had been quite the experience. Sakura preferred hands on learning, as an observer, as a participant, and under her close watch and guidance.

I was hard by the time she'd wrapped Nina up in the ropes, her arms bent behind her and tied together as if held by sleeves. The scarlet silk rope set off the young sub's curly hair. I wanted to bury my fingers in it while Sakura finished her lesson. Sakura had me strip and then collared me with a rope collar, one she made me wear whenever I wasn't solely a guest.

"Nina, crawl to the positioner, I want you to curl over it. Display your charms for Jasper." Nina crawled, her curvy ass tantalizing me as she moved, her breasts gently swaying. When she leaned over the Pilates ball, my dick began to twitch. Her arms were held back sharply, bound from elbow to wrist.

"Isn't she a pretty one? Always so open and ready. Jasper, I want you to fuck her until she cums, but you can't cum until I tell you. I'm not quite finished with you yet. You have seen me bind others, but you haven't experienced it yourself." Sakura unrolled a condom over my length. I must not have moved quickly enough once she'd finished because I felt her wooden paddle slap against my ass.

I dropped down and crawled as well. Once the collar was in place, I was hers. Sakura watched as I sank balls deep into Nina, my fingers slipping into the small gap between her body and the ball to find her clit. Some subs that I've fucked both as a sub or as their Dom, needed little more than a hard cock to climax, they were used to cumming only when the Dom said it was okay that any stimulation, even just the steady slap of my balls against their clit, was enough to send them over. When given my freedom though, I liked to make it worth the soreness I knew she'd feel. Nina was already building up to an orgasm when I began to stroke her clit, circling it with my fingers. The Pilates ball bounced her into me slightly, I would need to buy one later to experiment with.

Two more minutes of flicking and a light pinch later and Nina came, her back arching up off of the ball into my chest. I gripped her hips, the slight sheen of sweat on her back was salty on my tongue, and continued to thrust into her as she relaxed into putty against my hips.

"Enough. Withdraw, Jasper." I obeyed and sat back on my heels, hiding my amusement as Nina strained back for my cock slightly. "You are dismissed, Nina. Go to your room, my servant will untie you." I watched from the corner of my eye as Sakura petted Nina with fondness and whispered "you were a very good girl" into her ear.

It reminded me why I allowed myself to be collared. The extrinsic motivation of performing well drove me as strongly as helping a patient overcome his or her deepest issues. With Edward, I had a feeling that his reasoning for becoming a physician had nothing to do with the intrinsic motivation of wanting to help people, but for the pat on the back from his colleagues after a job well done. He unconsciously wanted the patients and/or their spouses to thank him for doing what no one else could do. I could teach him that his own needs were secondary to his patients', learn to accept what is given to him, and not to expect or desire more than is set before him. I am a firm-handed master and will not accept disobedience or questioning once I have placed a token of our relationship upon a sub. He or she answers to me without question from that point. I am not unjust nor do I seek to harm them, but I will see their walls broken down.

Once Sakura had left Nina, she had me lay back across the ball. She removed the condom and pushed my arms out from my sides. I found my hands both bound back so that I could use my arms for balance but not to hold on. Sakura lifted my hips and the rope ran between my legs, forming a cock ring at the base before being tied off so that my legs and arms were open wide.

My cock was painfully hard, cumming in bondage would be all the sweeter. Sakura sat upon my chest, wearing only her corset, scooting so that we were in a 69, her pussy was shoved into my face while her mouth closed around my cock. I licked her, my tongue flat, from clit down to the puckered hole hidden between her cheeks, but it was the wet entrance between her folds that held my interest. She was so very wet for me and I lapped at all of the escaped fluids, not wanting to waste a drop. Once I had her clean, I pressed butterfly kisses on her lips, my tongue slipping between her folds, my chin and tongue parting her.

Her clit was insistent against my upper lip when I reached it so I settled my lips around her clit and began to suck gently, my tongue teasing her as I went. Sakura began to grind her pussy against my face, my nose pressing into her entrance as I stroked her clit repeatedly with the flat of my tongue. "There, Jas, there. Don't stop." I wouldn't dream of it. She so rarely came undone.

I pumped my dick into her mouth, my rhythm steady and strong. Holding back my own pleasure was no longer an issue. Maria's methods of training were extreme but I was exemplary, when I chose to be. I preferred to be the holder of the collar now, not the wearer. But still, from time to time...

Sakura went silent as her body tensed, a small whine the only sound she made around my cock as she came on my face, her body shaking against me. "Mmm. Jasper, you still smell like Nina. Her juices are all over your balls and the base of your cock. It was almost as if she was here with us." Sakura stood up and helped me sit up before removing my bindings.

"I have something for you." I was hoping it was her lovely bare cunt, but I knew better than to ask. In our time together, she never let me fuck her. I could take her mouth, and one time she let me fuck her in the ass, but her pussy was off limits. I'd seen her fuck Aro when I was in Italy, but he was the only person I'd seen her take inside her like that. Perhaps she still submits to him and it is by Aro's request...She left me sitting on the exercise ball, painfully hard, and handed me a small flat velvet briefcase. It was about a foot long, eight inches wide, and two high.

"You may open it." Within were over 50 silver bands, like dainty wedding bands. They started from a size for a small female hand all the way through a ring that would fit a linebacker. Each had two engraved kanji in the top. "Dorei. Slave, sub, however you wish to translate it." These are for you, a gift from me, along with enough rope for all that I've taught you. Aro and Eleazar feel you have trained well and are ready to take on your own sub without their guidance. I am giving you your choice of my parlor. You may take any one of my subs as yours. Eleazar will check on you soon to see how you are progressing on your own." Sakura closed the case and removed my collar. "You are always welcome here when you need the release. Today however, you need to claim your own. The entire south wing of the dormitory is at your disposal."

I had ended up choosing Talia, a woman just a few years younger than myself with curves that just don't quit. She's now a physician in pediatrics at the hospital system Edward and I work for although I rarely see her since my office is in the clinic across the street from the campus. Her new husband was not exactly thrilled when Talia asked me to come over and explain our relationship, before their wedding of course, but he's accepted it. As long as if I limit my calling for her to only when he's out of town on business, he's content enough.

The weekend went well with Eleazar and he was amused by my new patient. We discussed some treatment methods and he gave suggestions, some of which I agreed with and others promptly went into the mental garbage dump to never be thought of again. That this first session should be slow and working on gaining his trust was a given but hearing Eleazar's approval helped my resolve. Taking on a new sub was a lot of work and I was still worried that the task was beyond me despite my excellent track record.

"You already far surpass Maria in your ability to provide Garrett and I with subs that are above the caliber even Aro has requested in the past. You are my best Master, the best Trainer I've turned out."

It was with Eleazar's words in my head that I knocked on the wine colored front door. Bella answered the door, drying her hands on a white apron. She was wearing dark jeans and a gray sweater with a pink belt. I could tell Alice had been in her wardrobe. Going barefoot however, that was all Bella.

"Come in, Dr. Whitlock. Edward and I were just finishing the supper dishes." Bella turned towards the kitchen once the door was closed.

"Call me Jasper, please. Our sessions here will be quite informal." She turned back to me and smiled, her plump lips even more tantalizing with a hint of gloss. Bella waved me on through to the kitchen.

Edward was dressed up compared to our last visit, khakis and a deep green dress shirt that was partially unbuttoned to reveal a black undershirt. Having Bella's support and the hope of recovering seems to have helped him . Perhaps the change comes from the swift kick in the pants his brother seemed to have given him to get Edward to my office.

He was stretched up to his full height, putting plates back into the plate rack in the top cabinet. Bella was watching him with a small smile on her face. Her love was easily apparent. Edward twisted to look at me, his face tight but less stressed than five days ago. His eyes were clear, the green startling against his pale skin.

"Jasper, thank you for coming. I didn't know doctors still made house calls." He gave me a tentative smile and held out his hand. I thought of the spark we'd shared and the sudden look of shock he'd had as the current rippled through us. As our hands came together, his soft and smooth, mine lightly callused, once more I was surprised by the connection. The jolt was not as strong but still present and his eyes widened.

"My line of work is more portable than yours. Are you ready to begin?" Edward looked to me before he reached for another plate.

"Let me finish putting away the dishes." Bella placed her hand on Edward's wrist.

"Edward, why don't you and Jasper go to the den in the basement. I can take care of the dishes." He let out a sigh.

"It's normal to be nervous, Edward, but please don't worry. I don't bite," hard, "and this session is going to be more laid back. We'll start with some meditation and then do a little bit of talking about our future work together. Bella can come down when she's finished with the dishes. I'll need her for a part of the session. Will you be comfortable sitting in those pants?"

"Umm yeah. They're pretty broken in." He lifted an eyebrow at my own attire. The leather jacket kept out the cold but underneath I had a simple white long-sleeved cotton shirt and black jeans. There was no way I was going to sit on the floor or a basement's dusty couch in eighty five dollar slacks. My secondhand store jeans were fine, as long as Alice didn't see them.

"Great. You'll want to grab a bottle or glass of water but otherwise, everything we'll need is up here," I pointed to my head, "or in my pack." My backpack had some basic gear, my iPod and mini speakers, two notepads, a selection of pens and colored pencils, and my box of rings. I wouldn't get that far tonight but it was with me always.

Edward rummaged through the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. "Do you need one?" I patted the side of my backpack where my sports bottle was already filled. He didn't need to know that I was drinking sweet tea instead of water. Outside of my secret lifestyle, sweetened sun tea was another remnant of my life with Maria that was indulged in regularly.

"The den is this way." Edward cocked his head towards a whitewashed door opposite us, their country kitchen motif cute with all the hearts and sheep littering the walls. It wasn't what I expected, especially with their stainless steel appliances. I smiled at the sunflower clock on the wall. "Oh, umm…we haven't gotten around to redecorating this room yet. I'm rarely in the kitchen when I'm home and Bella didn't mind the wallpaper border or design so we left it as is for the moment. Almost everything else has been renovated or is in process. My mother has her own interior design business and since we moved in five months ago, this house has been her latest project."

"It's dry, warm, and loved; that's all one can ask for in a home. The rest is superficial." The stairwell was white and there were some photos on the wall of the couple in their happier days. I saw a much younger Bella and Edward standing in front the hospital, a close up photo of their hands, hers with a large diamond on it, wedding photos- a lot of those, and then one of them sitting on a couch amid a room full of boxes. In each of them, I saw their love for one another clearly written upon their faces. Bella's love for Edward would see him through this dark time and I would use Edward's love for Bella as a means of control.

Edward led me into a dark room. The cherry wood paneling went halfway up the walls and was topped with a deep butterscotch paint. A large bar took up half of the room, sectioning off a games area. A large flat-screen was hanging on the wall and a large black leather sofa faced it along with some black and tan leather recliners.

"I'm guessing you don't have any pets." Edward laughed, softly. It was musical and I wanted to hear it again.

"No. I don't like dogs and Bella refused to have any cats declawed. Claws and leather don't get along so we settle for fish and pet-sitting my parents cats when they are out of town, at their house of course. So, how do we start? Do I have to lie down now?" I shook my head, feeling a few strands of hair pull free from the band I'd secured them with.

"No need today. Actually, if you want to sit sideways on the couch and cross your legs beneath you that would be fine. I'm going to set up my speakers while you get comfortable." I set my bag on the end table and took the speakers out. I didn't notice Edward behind me until he was close enough that I could feel his body heat and smell his cologne. When I took the iPod out, his hand shot out and took it from me, our fingers brushing.

"I can just plug that in for you. I have a docking station wired into the surround sound." I felt my face warm and took a deep breath to steady myself. I needed to take control of my own reaction to him if I was going to help him and add him to my list. He would be just another sub, nothing more.

"There is a playlist titled 'meditation.' Start it there, please." I sat down on the couch and placed my bag on the floor next to me. "While you're up, could you dim the lights in here? It will make it easier to focus." Edward nodded but I could feel a hint of fear rising in him. The lights dimmed to half of their prior strength and the couch bounced slightly under his weight as he sat across from me. There was still enough space between us for Bella to sit when she chose to join us.

"Edward, I'm going to start with some basic meditation work. The primary goal for our first session is management of your guilt and fear. I have been where you are. At my hand, a human life was lost. I went through several therapists thanks to Alice, but none were able to offer me a way to actually heal the root of my problems. They covered up the symptoms but did not work with the cause. I want to help you heal yourself. I will offer tools and give guidance but I cannot make you feel better. True, I can make you think you feel better but it would not last once I was away from you for a period of time. You will change through the process and reach for your potential." Edward nodded slowly, his eyes smoky in the darkness. I let him think about my words. He needed to be broken in order to shatter all of his preconceived notions of who he is. I would break him but could only guide him when he had to piece himself back together.

"You're not a regular shrink are you?" I laughed at Edward and he seemed slightly taken aback.

"No, I'm not. But then, I'm not a shrink, Edward. I'm a psychologist not a psychiatrist. I do have my degree in clinical psychology but I prefer non-traditional methodology in treating my patients. I'm going to stay here and during the meditation I will not be touching you although if Bella comes down I may direct her to touch you, just your hands, head, and chest. I will ask you some questions to start and please answer them as honestly as possible. Please close your eyes, breath deeply, and listen to my words. Let them sink in but do not let your mind wander with them." The next session I'll be the one to touch you, but first things first.

"Holding on to guilt is but one attachment. It is necessary to get to the root of the attachment so that you can cut it free. What do you feel guilt about?"

"Mr. Burns' death."

"What about his death?"

"That I wasn't thorough, I didn't see that vein. I killed him."

"Edward, I want you to think back on your previous encounters with Mr. Burns. If he had not had the surgery, what would have happened?" Edward reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Relax. I want you to breathe in deeply and then let it out slowly." I could feel the slight stir of air as he let the breath out. "What would have happened?"

"He would have died. Mr. Burns needed the surgery to live."

"Given that information, he was going to die anyway and you extended his life by a few hours. His wife was able to hold his hand and tell him that she loved him." Edward opened his face and looked at me.

"I..." His voice trailed off and his eyes closed.

"You hadn't flipped the tables around, had you? Cut your guilt regarding his death free. Let it go. Imagine yourself holding your scalpel. Cut your guilt away. Do not let it eat you any longer. What else are you feeling guilt about?"

"I'm a surgeon. I'm supposed to look for those things."

"Were you the only person there in the O.R?" Edward mouthed 'no' to me. "They could have seen it but didn't either."

"I let them down alright! That's the fucking problem!" Now I was getting somewhere. Edward was leaning forward, his eyes open and glaring at me. Someone had a temper when provoked.

"So what? Why does it matter? You're a doctor, not a god. Why does letting them down matter?

"They looked up to me and I let them down." I took a breath of my own.

"Edward, again, why does letting them down matter?" He was silent and I could see his wheels turning as he followed the thought.

"I need to be the best. This proved I wasn't." Edward's sigh was full of pain and his shoulders rounded over as he fell down into himself. We were getting somewhere. I took a drink of tea and waited as the song changed to a soft Celtic ballad with waves in the background.

"You are used to being at the top, being in control, yes?" He nodded, his still darkened lids closed over his eyes. "We're going to try something different, meditation is not your route. I'm going to cut through the crap and go straight to the heart of the method. Go upstairs and kiss Bella."

His eyes flew open. "What?"

"I want you to go upstairs and kiss your wife. Do it because I told you to do it, not because you want to or for any other reason. Kiss her and come back." Edward sat there looking at me. I let my voice drop into the tone I use when dealing with a sub. "I gave you a request. I wish for you to fulfill it." His eyes flashed with a bright green fire. "Go kiss Bella and then come back to me." He glared at me but stood, his right knee creaking slightly as it flexed.

Edward was upstairs for a full minute before I heard Bella's laugh. "What was that for?" He let out a faint growl.

"Jasper told me to." His voice had a petulant tone and I couldn't help but compare him to a teenager. Edward came back downstairs, Bella behind him. She was flushed and her lips were swollen. When he does perform, he doesn't do it half-assed.

"Thank you Edward. You do not enjoy taking orders, correct?" He nodded.

"Then our first exercise is in giving up your control. I will be back on Friday. Until then, I want you to do nothing except what Bella asks of you unless it is something you are doing because you enjoy it for the simple pleasure of doing it. Don't shower because you should, shower because the sensation of the hot water on your skin makes you crave more. Don't eat because that's what you are supposed to do, eat because you are hungry and your body says it is time. I want you to strip away all of the reasons and excuses to get to the real issues you are dealing with. Follow every action back until you can't come up with another level to explain why you are doing it. Do you understand?"

"I think so."

"Good. Now, Bella. Your task is to make sure Edward follows my guidelines. In addition to that, I want you to be in control for the next three days. Your decisions are law until I return. If you want to go out to dinner, you are going out to dinner. You're in charge of what the two of you watch and how your free time is spent. If the two of you are intimate," she blushed slightly, "you are to be the aggressor in sex."

"Edward needs to practice giving up his control." I looked directly at him. "You are not the center of the universe. You are just a man who happens to be extremely intelligent. You have gone to school to become a damned fine surgeon. You have looks that would shame most models half your age. You also happen to come from a family at the top of the food chain. Edward, for the next three days, none of that matters. Live in the now. Yesterday is gone, tomorrow never comes, there is just today. There is just now." Bella let out a small giggle.

"Jam tomorrow, jam yesterday, but never jam today." Bella quoted Alice Through the Looking Glass.

"That is the rule, today isn't any other day." Bella smiled at my summarized quote of the rest of the scene and Edward looked confused.

"Do you have the film, Bella?" She nodded. "Good, show it to him. He needs a touch of whimsy to break him out of his shell."

"Next time, Edward, we will discuss how you felt giving up the reigns to fate and letting go. I will go over a few more hands on techniques and help you learn how to give others everything. I can help you make this all better, just give in to my will. I know what I'm doing, Edward. Give me your trust and I can take you far. In summary, focus on the here and now, discover what is holding the guilt to you and cut it away until you are at something we can handle, and let Bella lead you through the next three days." I grabbed a slip of paper from my notebook and hastily wrote down my email information, address, directions, and my phone number.

"This has three methods of contact; use them as you see fit. I prefer contact by email for non-emergencies, I am alerted as they come in. I am often out of the office but my phone and laptop are always with me, I can access email from both. If you need me, this is my address. I have a small home along the river with a guest room. You're both welcome to stay there if a late night visit is in order." Thoughts of tying them both up and having my way with them had to be hastily shoved to the back of my mind.

"Edward, I know we talked about some heavier topics on Thursday, including having thought about taking your life. Has this continued?"

He looked chaste to have even considered this option. "No. I am committed to becoming happy again, to being alive. I can't simply exist like I have the past three weeks. I am willing to do whatever you deem necessary to resume my life." I believed him. The depth of his despair was no longer as overwhelming as it had been just fifty-nine hours ago.

"I'm very happy to see that. I'll see just how willing you are on Friday." I got up and repacked my bag, my iPod nestled into its pocket securely.

"I want to see you on Tuesdays and Fridays from now on. Will seven-thirty work for you?" I looked to Bella, ignoring Edward.

"Y... yes." Her eyes darted to Edward. Clearly she was not used to making decisions for their household.

"Good. I'll be here promptly at seven-thirty."

"When are you going to get into the rewards for good behavior?" Edward's voice held a level of impatience that made me bristle.

"I'll discuss the rewards when you are displaying good behavior, fair enough?" I did my best to sound as if I were teasing him. It was a hard feat as I longed to bend Edward over the table and take the paddle to him. Bella noticed the tension and spoke up.

"If you want to come earlier, you are welcome to join us for supper. I enjoy cooking." I did not want to blur the lines between a medical professional relationship and friendship but having Bella fully support me would make my work easier. I'd also heard Alice and Laurent rave about her food. A night without takeout or the Tex-Mex food that I know how to make would certainly be a welcome change.

"I'd like that. What time should I arrive?" Bella seemed both pleased and flustered that I had agreed.

"We normally eat at sex... I mean six-thirty." Her Freudian slip was amusing but I let it pass without comment.

"I'll be here slightly before so you aren't waiting on me. Thank you for the invitation. Please call if you'd like me to bring anything. Bella, Edward, have a good evening. I will see you on Friday. No need to see me out."

I left them to their dimly lit room and climbed the stairs. I placed one of my business cards with my office number on top of Bella's purse, which sat open on the counter beside the phone. The door knob clicked lightly behind me as I pulled the door closed. I flipped my phone open as I climbed into my car and waited for the heater to take the slight chill out of the night air.

"Tally, I need you. When you get this message, come to the house, I don't care what time and I don't care if Aaron is home. I want you bare and ready for me the moment you enter the door." I slammed my phone shut and threw it across the seat. Purging tonight's session from my thoughts was a necessity. Needless to say, I was very pleased to see Talia's car in my driveway when I arrived home.

A/N: So, what did you think? Do you want to see more Jasper and Sakura fun time? Do you want to know what Bella makes Edward do? Review and let us know.