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EPOV

What the fuck just happened, I thought as I made my way to the car. I looked back at his house in dumb fascination. Jasper's a dom. And he just put his ring on me. I'm a sub. I'm his sub. I'm…shit. What am I? I'm going to be a sex slave? He's gonna…I'm gonna…

I shook my head and waited for the disgust to come, but it didn't. Instead, all I felt was relief. Jasper was in control of me now. I didn't have to worry about anything. Not really. I took a deep breath of the cool night air and let it out slowly. I sank to my seat behind the wheel of my car and turned over the engine. What am I going to tell Bella? How will this affect us?

I thought back to what Jasper had said, "What we do shall stay private although it is in your best interest to let Bella know that there have been changes in our arrangement."

No shit there's been a change in our arrangement. Genius Edward. You basically just sold your soul over to the man. What is his hold on you? The one side of my brain yelled.

He'll make me better. I know it. The other side argued.

You're an idiot. The reply came childishly.

"Enough." I said aloud, quieting my thoughts. I want to get better. And the pain, the lashings, hell, even the spanking helped me. Don't ask me why. I had never really considered myself a masochist, but apparently I was. And that was okay too. Jasper promised not to embarrass me. I could only assume that meant he wouldn't parade our "arrangement" around. After all, I had no idea he did this kind of…thing, so he must be good at hiding his lifestyle.

Thinking of him, of the spanking got another rise out of me and I adjusted myself uncomfortably. I had never thought I was into men either, but there was something about Jasper that called to me. I loved Bella, loved fucking her, but…when he said he'd call someone else over to pleasure him tonight, well, the thought pissed me off. He had gotten hard from me. From something I'd done, from spanking me. And that…well, shit. That turned me on. Who knew?

I shook my head once more and backed out of his driveway. My hand traveled unconsciously down to my crotch as I thought of him bending me over the mattress. Damn. He ordered me not to touch myself. Of course, I could see if he'd actually find out.

I smiled at that. What? Did he have cameras? How would he know? I could pull over and beat off right here and he wouldn't be able to do a damn thing about it. However…he may follow me home…

Don't be absurd Edward, I scolded myself. He is not going to follow you home. I pulled over in a dark, deserted parking lot and turned off my lights. I felt like a damn teenager, but I couldn't help it. If I couldn't get some relief I was going to explode.

I turned the radio up louder and pulled my cock out, palming it lightly. My hips bucked and some precum leaked out. I ran it up and down me to get some lubrication and started pumping. I closed my eyes and my mind automatically went back to that back room and Jasper's hand smacking my ass as I stroked myself.

I let out a moan as I thought of his soft voice, the slight southern accent that became more dominant when his voice went into what I had now started referring to as "seduction" mode.

My hand kept traveling up and down my length. My hips were rocking now and the fantasy took over.

I felt him behind me, could smell him as he kissed my neck. His hands traveled over me, and suddenly it wasn't my own hand jerking me off, but him, Jasper.

"You're a good boy, aren't you?" That southern accent purred in my ear. "Do you want me to fuck you? Is that what you want? Do you want me to pleasure you?"

"Please sir," I whimpered. "Please, let me cum."

"Master. If I'm going to allow you pleasure, you must call me master."

"Yes master, please master, let me cum."

"What do I get out of it?" He asked me as his hand stilled upon me.

"Anything. I'll give you anything."

"How about this?" He asked as his hand ghosted over the curve of my ass. "Can I take pleasure in knowing I'll be the first and last man to fuck you Edward?"

"Yes! God yes! Please master!"

"I will. All in good time. But now, you've been a good boy Edward. You may cum."

That was all it took for me to let out a roar and my cum covered my hand and spurt onto the floormat.

"Fuck," I muttered as I slowed down and ran my thumb over my glans, earning a shiver from myself. I blew out a breath. Damn. That was…that was one of the best hand jobs I'd ever given myself.

I knew I should probably be bothered by the content of my fantasy, but I couldn't. It was so realistic. I wanted Jasper. I wanted to please him, to be the only one that gave him pleasure.

I grabbed some napkins from the glove compartment and cleaned myself up, still thinking of my situation. I had no idea what I would tell Bella, but I knew I'd need to come up with something.

I drove home, my mind replaying tonight's events, and damn if I didn't get another erection. Shit.

I tried thinking of anything to calm myself down, but it was almost as if a monster had been unleashed. It couldn't be contained. I needed more. My hand was not enough.

My cock was still rock-hard when I stepped into the house. "Edward?" Bella called. "Is that you?"

My penis lurched at the sound of her voice and all of a sudden I knew I had to have her. I had to fuck her. Now. Right now. "Yes." I called out. "Where are you?"

"Kitchen." She replied.

I walked into the kitchen and saw her stirring some hot chocolate. Mmm. I loved her hot chocolate. But I loved her pussy more. And right now, that was what I needed. I stalked over to her and grabbed her shoulder, turned her roughly and forced my lips to hers. She let out a muffled "oh!" before melting into me.

My hands were going crazy all over her body. I had to have her. Now. My dick needed some relief once more. Damn Jasper and him not letting me cum. Because of that, jacking off had done nothing but irritated the sleeping beast.

I ripped her tank from her body and feasted on her lovely nipples.

"Oh Edward!" She cried, her hands fisting in my hair.

My mouth went up to her neck and I nibbled on her ear, thankful she'd taken out her earrings. I always hated when she wore them. I loved sucking on her bare lobes. "You know how you always want me to lose control?" I asked as I ground into her center.

"Y-yes." She managed.

I bit down and tugged momentarily before whispering, "Tonight is the night. You won't be able to walk without a limp tomorrow."

She let out a little groan as I picked her up and wrapped her legs around my waist. I flipped the stove top to "off" and carried her over to the table, plopping her ass down on the cool wood.

"Do you want me to fuck you here?" I asked, dropping my pants.

"Yes!" She screamed.

I pushed her boy-shorts aside and plunged into her.

She screamed and I felt her begin to milk my cock.

"Fuck yes." I growled as I pounded into her. Her fingernails dug into my back and I could feel them cutting into the lashes there. The pain only reminded me of what Jasper had said, "Pleasure and pain are your world now, Edward." Yes…I wanted that. I wanted both. So badly.

"Harder Edward." Bella panted.

"Harder? Do you want pain?" I asked her, nibbling on her skin.

"Yes!" She shouted.

I bit down on her breast, tasting blood and she screamed as her pussy milked me once more. I could hold on no longer and with a roar against her flesh, came as well.

I came back to myself and realized what I had done. The bite mark wasn't one that would scar, but it did leave a mark that would be purple and not allow her to wear low-cut tops for a few days. "Oh my God. Bella…" I had never lost control with her before. Ever.

She looked down and winced. "It's okay Edward."

I pushed myself away from her. "No, Bella, it isn't. I just…Jasper took me to the damned edge and I needed…something and I just…I'm sorry." I hung my head.

"Shhh," She whispered. "I like it." I looked up at her and she smiled. "Want me to bite you back my little vampire?"

My cock stirred to life once more. What the fuck? Oh well…let's use it, shall we? I smiled at her. "You dirty minx. There is nothing small about me. And I resent the implication. Perhaps you need a spanking."

She giggled and jumped off the table. "I don't know what Jasper did to you tonight. But I like the end result."

If only you knew.

"Come on." She said, grabbing my hand. "Take me upstairs and fuck me again. I want you to be as rough as you want to be with me."

I grinned at that. Rough? She wants me to be rough? Well, that I can certainly do. I knew I'd need to talk to her, but not tonight. Tonight was about fucking. And I was going to get me some of that.

Tuesday morning found Bella and I both getting ready for work. "Bella, love?" I asked her as she slipped into her blouse.

"Yes?" She asked, now searching for her earring back.

"I, um…" Here goes nothing. "I wanted to talk to you."

She looked up at me. "Okay."

I took a breath. "Um…Jasper seems to think I'd benefit from a different type of therapy."

Her face fell. "So he doesn't want to treat you anymore? He's referring you to someone else?"

I managed to hold in the snort. "Uh, no. He's just changing my therapy along with my schedule."

"Oh. Okay. What will he be doing?"

Now is where you tread carefully. "I, uh, I'm not quite sure." Lie. "It, um, it's something about my pain receptors." Huh?

"Huh?" She asked. "What are you talking about?"

Shit, think fast. "He, uh, he seems to think that I've put a lot of guilt on myself, so he's helping me assuage that belief."

"How?" She asked.

By whipping me. "By showing me different methods of handling my guilt." Close enough.

She nodded. "Good. You put too much pressure on yourself Edward." She walked over and gave me a kiss. "I've got to go. Are we riding together today?"

"Yeah. Just let me finish getting ready."

She smiled. "You'll be fine Edward. I'm sorry I've been so pushy lately. I know you have it in you to be who you were. I just want to see him back again, the man I married."

I had the feeling the man she married died along with Mr. Burns, but to her, I said, "I'm on my way Bella. A bit more patience would be appreciated."

She nodded and as she started to walk away I pulled her to me for a searing kiss. "I love you. You know that right? No matter how much I might change, it's you I married, it's you I love."

Her brow furrowed. "I know that Edward. Why would you think that?"

I blew out a breath. Okay, a shot at honesty here. "With…Jasper, and his treatment, I'll have to rely on him a bit more. I'll need him Bella. But that doesn't get in the way of us, okay? I promise you that."

She pondered that for a moment before she said, "I know that Edward. I know that he'll become important in your life. I just want to be important too."

I grasped both her hands in mine. "You are the most important Bella. I swear it."

Her fingers brushed over mine and stopped on my ring. "What's this?"

Fuck. My ring. "It's…a…reminder. To help me. Any time I feel like I'm losing control, I'm to remember that everything will be fine." I smiled. "Jasper's orders."

She smiled softly. "I like that idea. Good. If this symbol helps you, then I'm all for it. Now, I'm going to grab our breakfast, you hurry up so we can get to the hospital on time. Your mother graciously agreed to make Tacos for Tuesday tonight."

I grinned. "No tuna?"

She shot me a look. "I called her last night and mentioned perhaps trying a new recipe that started with a "T" on Tuesdays. She loved it. I thought Carlisle was going to fall at my feet worshiping me. Next Tuesday is Tilapia, I believe. After that, she's been googling to see what she can find."

I laughed. "Okay then. Tacos it is. Does she want us to bring anything?"

Bella nodded. "As a matter of fact, I'm going to steal the car at lunch and get the things to make a Texas Sheet Cake. She calling to invite Jasper, and sense he's from Texas…"

I was sure the blood drained from my face. Jasper. In my parent's house. Tonight. My fingers automatically started twisting his ring around my finger. Oh shit oh shit oh shit. What the fuck am I going to do? Play it cool Edward.

"Edward? Are you listening?"

I blinked. "Sorry, zoned out there. Texas sheet cake, tacos, you're taking the car out at lunch. Got it."

She just looked at me for a minute. "Okay. Well, I'm going to find that recipe. Shall I toast you a bagel?"

"Please." I asked, my voice slightly strained. As soon as she walked out the door, my knees gave out and I sank to the bed. I was fucked. What do I do? How do I address him? I'm supposed to call him Jasper, right? Oh shit…this is just…I can't…I don't know…I…

"Edward! Hurry love! We'll be late! Don't you have a procedure this morning?

Shit. I forgot about the routine hernia repair I had scheduled for today. My eyes drifted down to the ring. Everything will be fine Edward. Jasper is in control. He won't let you fuck up, right?

I blew out a breath and mentally prepared myself for my day.

I took a deep breath as I stepped into the scrub room. I glanced through the window and sighed. "Are you okay?" I heard behind me.

I smiled at Angela. "I think I will be. Sorry for yesterday."

She smiled. "I think it's Jamie you should apologize to. Not only did she have you yell at her, but Dr. White threw a scalpel at her when she was helping him lance a boil that had cropped up after a patient's cystocele repair."

I winced. "Ouch. Maybe I should send her a fruit basket."

Angela giggled. "Maybe buy her a piece of pie in the cafeteria for lunch?"

I nodded. "I could do that."

"You can do this, you know that, right?"

I felt for the ring secured in my pocket along with my wedding band. "Yes. I know I can do this."

She smiled. "Okay then. Mr. Butterworth is prepped and ready."

"Angela! Don't call him that!"

She snorted. "Well, come on. The man is fat and owns a maple syrup company. It's too perfect."

"Mr. Worthington deserves the utmost respect."

She looked at me and we both burst out laughing. "Okay, you're right." I said, wiping away a laughter tear. "I'll be right in."

She nodded and ducked inside.

I started the water and opened the Betadine sponge. "Nervous?" The smooth southern accent said behind me.

I jumped. "Jas…er…um…"

He smiled cheekily. "Jasper is fine Edward. We're in the hospital."

I blew out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. "I…um…"

His gaze held mine. "Where is your ring?"

I put my hand in my pocket and immediately came out with both rings.

He took them from me and slipped them onto a length of leather before sliding it over my head, pulling my scrub top away from my chest to put the necklace down my collar to rest on the skin of my chest. "I forgot to give you your necklace last night."

"Thank you sir." I said softly.

His smile was brilliant. "Very nice Edward. I am watching you. Rewards are imminent if you continue to behave. Now, how did last night go? Were you…excited?"

I swallowed nervously. "Yes sir." I whispered.

"And did Bella benefit from your excitement?"

"Yes sir." I answered.

"Good boy. I never want you to neglect your wife. Do you understand?"

I nodded. "Yes sir."

He smiled. "I am quite enjoying your submission Edward. Now go. I'll watch you just to make sure you're alright. But I have no doubts this will go spectacularly."

I felt a calm wash over me then. Jasper was going to be here for me. I could do this. I finished washing up and made my way into the room. "Okay people. Let's get Mr. Worthington taken care of, shall we?"

My head fell back against the cool tile of the on-call room shower. I did it. I did the surgery. And not only did I do that surgery, I also did a follow-up hemorrhoid repair and a liver biopsy. I was back and I felt fucking great. I was on fire. Hot damn.

I hurried through my shower and made my way to Bella's office. "Ready?" I asked with a killer grin on my face.

She smiled. "You had a good day."

I nodded and went to her, kissing her soundly. "The best."

"I'm so glad baby." She whispered into my ear.

I let out a little groan as her breath puffed against my ear. My cock strained. "Is dad gone for the day?" I asked her suddenly as an idea cropped up in my mind.

"Y-yes. You know he leaves early on Tuesdays."

"Good." I said as my hand traveled to the waistband of her pants.

"Edward! We can't do that here!"

"My father is the chief of this damned hospital. Why can't we?"

"What if we get caught?" She hissed.

I glanced over at my father's door. "Dad's office."

"I'm not going to fuck you in your dad's office Edward."

I flashed her my "dazzling" grin. "Oh no love. It is I who will be fucking you in my father's office. On his desk, to be exact."

I picked her up and carried her into the room bridal style, locking his door behind us. "Edward!" She admonished, but I had already sat her down on her feet and slipped her pants down her legs, taking her panties with them. I dropped to my knees, slid her clothing and her low heels off her feet and threw one of her legs over my shoulder as I leaned her against the desk and took her clit into my mouth.

"Fuck," She muttered as her hands fisted into my hair.

"Oh I will. Just give me time." I said before going back to work. My tongue made fast work of her, drawing out her orgasm as I lapped up every bit of her juices. She tasted so wonderful and I was a man dying of thirst.

She had no more come down from her high that I was standing like a shot, my pants around my ankles and my cock thrusting into her.

She let out a little scream and I laid her down on the desk, right on top of my father's paperwork. I pounded into her for all I was worth, my thumb working her clit furiously.

I moved over her then, pressing her into the mahogany wood that almost matched her hair. "More. Edward. Harder!"

I let out a growl and climbed onto the desk with her, changing the angle of my penetration. I felt her muscles clamp on me as she orgasmed again. But I still wasn't done. I picked up her legs and wrapped them around my neck. I was thrusting so hard, my balls were slapping her ass and her nails were digging into my back, teasing the still sensitive lash marks and I reveled in it. "Bite me." I asked her.

She looked at me confused for a minute. "Bite me damn it!" I yelled.

Her hands grasped my shirt, lifting it so she could reach my chest and her teeth latched onto my flesh. Between the pain of her teeth and her nails I let out a whimper that turned into a growl as I felt my release. "Bella…"

My fingers dug into her hips and she screamed as we both fell over the edge. I pressed my forehead to hers. We were both breathing hard. Her eyes met mine and she giggled. "I don't know if I'll be able to look Carlisle in the eye tonight."

I smiled and kissed her tenderly. "I'm sure you'll manage."

She popped my chest and I kissed her all the harder. "We need to go." I said when we came up for air.

I got off the desk and helped her up. "Can you manage or do we need to stop by the house?"

She shot me a look. She didn't like being messy after sex. That was one of her quirks. "You know me Edward. Besides, I need to pick up the cake. I baked it on my lunch hour. Carlisle gave me thirty extra minutes to get it done."

I kissed her quickly once more with a smile. My father had a sweet tooth, so it wasn't surprising to me that he'd given her more time to get the cake baked. "Of course." I slid my pants up and walked to the door. "Just come outside when you're ready."

I walked out to find Alice smirking at me. "Shit!" I whisper-yelled. "Don't sneak up on me!"

"Don't have sex on your Daddy's desk either."

"You won't tell will you?"

She grinned. "No. But I'll keep this filed away as blackmail." She said as she tapped her temple.

"Can you pretend you weren't here?" I asked her.

She picked up the file she had laid on Bella's desk. "Of course. But know I'm watching you Edward."

I shivered, remembering Jasper saying those very words. "Uh, okay. Shoo!"

She giggled lightly and walked back out. Moments later, Bella stepped from Carlisle's office. "I straightened the papers on his desk…" She was blushing. I imagine she would be fire-engine red by the time we arrived at my parent's house.

I kissed her hand. "Come on, let's go."

We went home and both decided to change clothes. It felt nice to slip into blue jeans and a polo shirt. I slid my Sperry's on my feet and we headed over to my Mom and Dad's home. It wasn't as large as one would think considering our last name and was surprisingly homey. My mother loved having parties and people often commented on the comfort of the home I had grown up in.

We were the first to arrive, and Bella quickly excused herself to find Esme in the kitchen and take the cake in.

Emmett and Rosalie came in shortly after us. Rose went to find the girls and Emmett joined Dad and I at the pool table. I whipped Dad's ass and tore into Emmett's.

I was lining up the shot for the eight ball when the doorbell rang. The noise, or more accurately, undoubtedly who was on the other side of that door, startled me and I fumbled my shot, causing both the eight ball and the cue ball to sail into the right corner pocket one behind the other.

Emmett guffawed and collected the twenty we had going on the game from me. "Thanks Eddie boy. That'll buy the baby a pack of diapers."

I glared at him. "You're not going to put it towards one of your juvenile video games?"

He shot me a look. "One, you play those damn games as much as I do. And two, the baby always comes first."

"Aww…" I said, trying to play off the sound of my mother's animated chatter and Jasper's relaxed response. "That's the sweetest thing. Think you need to go run to the bathroom really quick? Make sure your nuts are still there man?"

"Fuck off Eddie."

"Make me peanut."

"Boys…" Carlisle warned. And with good reason too. The Cullen temper had cost him one pool table already a few years ago. Of course, alcohol might have been a factor in there as well.

"The boys are in here," My mother said as she led Jasper into the room.

Jasper smiled at everyone and my heart tripped into overdrive even as my cock twitched. What the hell am I supposed to do?

He went to my father first, who gripped his hand and said, "Good to see you again sir."

What the FUCK was that? Sir? Did…oh God, has Jasper? What the hell?

Jasper's smile grew as he said, "None of that sir stuff Carlisle. We aren't working."

I just looked at them.

Jasper shook Emmett's hand next and Emmett told some off-color joke. I wasn't paying attention. I was too worried about what would happen when he made it to me. How would I react? What should I say? What should I do? And how the hell can I shake the man's hand knowing that it had spanked my ass just last night? My cock twitched again. Fuck. I'm so fucked.

"Edward. You're looking well. Did you have a good day?"

"Y-yes, uh, Jasper. I did."

His smile was borderline evil as he pulled me in for a manly hug and whispered in my ear. "Don't think I can't see that erection you have for me Edward. Patience my pet. I'll have you soon enough."

I swallowed hard as he pulled away. "I, I'm looking forward to that." I managed.

He chuckled lightly and turned back to Emmett, asking about a mutual patient they had that was preparing for gender reassignment surgery, one of Emmett's first. I tuned them out and followed my father to the wine cellar. I was still off of all forms of alcohol, but I had assured everyone I was fine with them drinking and my parents did enjoy their wine.

"Dad."

He turned. "Yes Edward?"

"Uhm…why did you call Jasper 'sir'?"

He looked at me surprised for a split second before he said, "It's always good to show proper respect Edward. Didn't Esme teach you any manners?"

I blew out a breath. "I'm sorry Dad. I didn't…of course, you're right. What was I thinking?"

"Indeed." He mused.

I helped him pick out something that would be decent with tacos, wondering if my parents were becoming alcoholics, and we made our way back upstairs.

Dinner was…interesting. I realized I was on edge, and was beginning to wish Jasper had prescribed me something for my nerves. Because if I was going to be this nervous around him and he kept popping up in my life during the normal day, I was going to go crazy.

"So Jasper, you shrunk Eddie's head yet?" Only my brother could be that blunt. I glared at him as he slathered sour cream in his taco.

Jasper wiped his mouth and said, "No, not quite Emmett. Edward doesn't need his head shrunk. His therapy is different."

No shit. I thought flatly.

Emmett laughed. "Is he that fucked up?" At least that statement earned him a swat to the back of the head by our mother and a kick to the shin by Rosalie.

Jasper chuckled. "No, not at all. In fact, I'd say Edward is quite normal, if that helps."

Emmett snorted. "I never thought he was normal. Who knew? I guess I was wrong all along."

I sighed and Jasper shot me a sympathetic look. Then he did something that surprised me. He defended me. "I hope you never have to lose a patient Emmett. Because I have no doubt that with your mental state as it is now, you wouldn't be able to handle it and I don't think you'd ever be able to make it back into an O.R."

My mouth fell open. So did Emmett's. And apparently Jasper wasn't finished. "And another thing. I think you should apologize to Edward. I realize you think life is all fun and games, but your words hurt Emmett. And I know that we've all heard that spill about sticks and stones, but words are what build a person's psyche. I hope you will not act that way around your child, because otherwise, that child will need therapy."

I had to hand it to Jasper. He had Emmett near tears, a feat I'd only seen once since Emmett turned twelve and decided crying was for sissies. "Ed…I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I swear."

I looked at Jasper and he was just barely containing a smile. He was fucking with my brother. Right then I found a whole new respect for him. I bit my lip to hold in my own smile and said seriously, "Thank you Emmett. I accept your apology. And I truly hope you never have to go through what I have. And while I thank Jasper from the bottom of my heart, I'm not entirely sure I would wish this on anyone."

Jasper's eyes darkened and I realized what I said, or rather, how it could have been taken. Oh fuck. I had the feeling I was in for a punishment after that comment. I just wasn't certain if I should look forward to it. Or not.

Edward here, kind mistresses and masters. I fear I may have overstepped my bounds and irritated my master. Please protect me from more spankings. Your words may sway his heart to forgive me.