A/N: We don't own Twilight. We merely enjoying fucking with Edward.

This entire chapter is in Jasper's POV. The segments are broken up by day.

Wednesday afternoon and evening

After my run "with" Edward, and having to adjust my hard on several times, I gave up further running through the streets of Volterra. My cock was too distracting. It was one thing knowing he was using the toys I'd left for them, another thing altogether that he was actively thinking of me while using them. His breath had started to come quickly and I knew he was aroused just thinking of me.

Tonight, it wouldn't matter what I was put through; knowing Edward was fucking himself while imagining it was me doing it would have me hard all night. I stopped in an alleyway and stretched out my legs against the side of the building. It was Wednesday. Only two more nights here. Then I would be back home.

I am worried that Edward doesn't truly know what he is involved in. When he sees my back when I get home, he will have a better idea. His concept of my world is skewed by how gentle I have been with him.

I wonder if he will explore the house some while he's inside to shower? As long as he doesn't mess with my rings and picks up after himself, he has free reign to the rest. Which shower will he choose, the main or mine? Mine. He's hard, he's going to want to be close to me. Will he realize that it is Alice's birth date to access the key?

My cellphone buzzed with a new text message. It was Gianna alerting me that the whole "team" was being summoned to Aro's quarters in an hour and a half to discuss Emily's party. At least I'd had my time to explore Volterra and talk to Edward. If I hurried back now, I would have time for a shower and could convince Eleazar to let me borrow Seth for a bit. I need to find a release after all these thoughts of Edward.

I ran as fast as I could, well outrunning any pace Edward could have kept up with. My cock was uncomfortable, still hard while I ran, so I told myself that I was running for my life. Pleasing Master Aro would ensure my last days here were pleasurable, or at least less painful.

I cannot go home bloody to Edward. His physician's need to heal things, to try and make me better, would be detrimental to his progress. If he pries into Aro's business... God! I don't even want to think about that. Goal number one is protecting Edward quickly followed with then protecting Bella.

I swiped in to the building and bounded in to the main area, startling Gianna.

"Oh, Jasper, you're a quick one. Too bad that Aro will keep you busy for the remainder of your stay, I'd love to hire you for an evening."

I pressed my forearms down onto her desk and leaned over it until I was mere inches from her face. "Gianna, you are coming to the party, aren't you?" She nodded, her eyes blank and hooded with lust. "Find me there in the ballroom, and we'll see how quick you can be with the right person."

I moved back, breaking eye connection as I did so, and gave her a wink as I walked around her desk to scan myself through to the compound. Talking to Edward had put me back on top of my game. Now it was time for the manipulation to start. Tonight I would begin to win the affection of the subs and slaves on display. Since Eleazar pocketed that disk last night, knowing that Aro was too busy with me to watch the security feeds until he had time to go in and tamper with them, it was time for the games to commence. The disc was carefully placed in a compartment in the back of my hospital issued blackberry.

Well, it had been hospital issued, it's just no longer functional. I'd bought my own in a nicer model, switched out the SIM card, and then hacked this one apart to hold a small floppy or mini CD/DVD. This disk had the names, former addresses, date and location of their "recruitment," compound, location, and Master/Mistress information for every submissive and slave in Aro's entire organization. There were files on all of the trainers, scanned images of all slaves, subs, trainers, and masters, as well.

I passed by Aro's chamber to check in with him and thank him for allowing my my excursion. The sound of sobs and bare skin being spanked met my ears. When I heard the slightly lilting tone to the pleas, I knew it was Leo.

"Dammit. A little tenderness and he'd have molded any way you wanted."

As I approached, Felix pressed a button beside the door. "Master Trainer Jasper has returned, Master." He turned to me, "Master Aro is expecting you."

I nodded, smirking slightly as I banged my shoulder into his walking through the now open doorway. It wasn't like he could do anything now. Aro was sitting on the settee at the foot of the bed, his robes open over a jet black tux. He had a blood colored towel over his lap beneath Leo ,who was stretched out across Aro's legs.

Leo began to sob loudly, pleading for me to help him. I stood with my hands clasped behind my back, several feet from them. I waited until Aro looking up at me and then I dropped to one knee, my head bowed.

"Master Aro, I have returned from my outing and wished to see if you had need of me before I readied myself for Lady Emily's celebration." I fought to keep my tone even and my body still as he spanked Leo again and again in time with my words. "Thank you again for your generosity, I purchased the birthday girl her dress and a gift. Both I had sent back here to your home."

Aro finally looked up at me and smiled. "Am I a harsh master, Jasper?"

"Only as harsh as you wish to be, Master. You only give us what we deserve or have earned."

Aro laughed, standing up abruptly as Leo fell to the floor. "My new pet hurt my feelings, Jasper. I asked him who was a better master, you or me. He told me you are."

I dropped down onto my other knee at my master's feet, resting my head upon his shoes. Aro's fingers tangled in my hair and lifted my face to meet his cautious gaze. "You are dedicated to me, aren't you, Jasper? You've been, how would I put it, distracted. I don't think Seth is good for you. You baby him too much. I know about the pill you gave him the night of the demonstration. You are a good master to him, too lenient, and much too kind, but you are a good master."

Aro turned to look where Leo cowered on the floor, my head moving within his grasp as he did so. I ached to comfort Leo, to rub the salve into him as I had for Edward. Your first punishments were always the hardest. But he needs to learn to be what his Masters and Mistresses want of him. This is Leo's life now. Mainstreaming him after Eleazar and I bring down the slave ring will be difficult. I fear that Leo may be too broken for repair at that point.

"I am dedicated only to you, Master. Seth needs me more than many of Master Eleazar's subs do. I will be harder when we return to the States."

Aro cleared his throat and released my chin from his grasp, only to grab my cheeks and lift me to my feet. "You will be too busy. I don't want you getting attached to any of your subs, Jasper. You are mine first and foremost. I don't want your heart involved. I'm sending one of my well-trained subs to take care of your needs. Focus on being a trainer, break him of his willful streak so that he truly submits. I don't like it when he just plays at being a submissive. I want to see you break him."

He's sending a spy. Aro knows. He has to know. I've got to somehow help Edward just on the record now. Edward is still too new, Aro won't know about him.

"Now, Jasper, James French will be your personal sub. I want you to keep him collared twenty four seven. Do you understand me?"

I nodded, solemnly. "Yes, Master." My eyes studied the edge of the Persian rug, the binding thread frayed in a few spots from constantly cleaning.

"Now, I will have him sent to your chamber, you will be in the floor above Eleazar now that Angelique is no longer staying there."

I tensed, my eyes going hard. I didn't want James in my room, let alone my bed. Aro slapped me.

"You will have him in your room or you will sleep in the kennel."

"I respectfully choose the kennel, Master."

Thursday night- 8 pm

"Was the kennel comfortable for you, Jasper? You have yet to properly sleep in a bed on this trip. A pity when I had an entire suite readied for you. Emily had been looking forward to playing with both you and James as a birthday present and you had to ruin it for her. James is not a bad sub. He will be good for you. You need to break your dependence on Seth. It isn't healthy for a Master to care about his slaves like that. I know that I care about you too much, but that is why I let you have a longer leash and go to America."

Aro had summoned Eleazar, Seth, James, and me to his chamber. When Eleazar released me from my kennel, which had been locked by Aro for defiance of his wishes, we passed Chelsea in her short red cloak wheeling a covered tray. She smirked at me and took the first elevator to the wing shared by Aro, Marcus, and Caius. I knew that look. I was about to be in pain.

Eleazar had brought me a simple linen shirt and slacks, both in a deep gray. They were lighter than the gray of my cloak which Seth set onto my shoulders as I cracked my neck. My feet were bare as I walked the tile. I padded beside Eleazar, the hard heels of his Italian leather shoes clicking slightly as he walked. With the olive toned skin and dark eyes, his hair slicked back, and the expensive suit that was tailored just for him, he looked every ounce a Spanish demon.

"Elly? Will you be able to take James on Friday nights to work him properly? I don't have the equipment at my place that he needs. He would also benefit having a change of handlers. Your technique and mine vary which may assist with the breaking Master Aro has requested."

"That should not be a problem, Jasper. I can pick him up after work on Fridays before you get home, and then you can pick him up Saturday late morning when you come to go through the dorm with me for reports."

I nodded and looked over my shoulder at Seth. He was finally comfortable walking naked here the night before we leave. Now that I was taking James with me, Seth would go home with Eleazar and James would fly with me. I was not looking forward to his first confrontation with Edward. Edward's growing possessiveness of me would buck with James' need to be the best. I must find a way that James will only see Edward as a friend and psychological patient, not a sub.

We'd arrived in Aro's chamber and he informed James that he would be moving to Seattle with me. Something crossed his eyes, just a flicker of knowledge, but he quickly made his face blank. He swore to behave and only answer to me while away from home. Aro still considered Volterra as James and my home after our stint here after Eleazar found me. James had already been here when I arrive and since we both came from Maria's compound, we were kept separate. The last I'd heard before seeing him this week was that he was in the States for college.

While I was under Eleazar's guidance, Aro paid for my schooling. He saw to it that I only had the best, including opportunities. He was slightly displeased when I chose my present position instead of one as a VA mental health care provider. Aro wanted to gain another "in" with the government.

Now, after all this, Aro wants to know if the kennel was comfortable? I quietly cleared my throat and looked down at my feet. He was displeased with me and had revoked my ability to speak this morning.

"Jasper, I am your master, and only do things with your best interests in mind. My darling little Maria shattered your fragile mind. All of the therapists you saw put you together wrong. You were a wounded little bird until Eleazar brought you home to me. Have I not filled the void in your heart? Such an ungrateful sub when I went out of my way to ensure the FBI did not follow up too closely on how Maria died."

I slowly lowered myself down the ground and removed my shirt. This was Aro's ritual with me before he'd administer punishment by his own hand. I am reminded of my place and then he will remind me that I am a sub, just like Seth, James, even my dear sweet Edward who knows nothing of what I'm going through to keep him safe.

"Jasper, I am giving you your own personal sub. I ask no payment, yet you defy me. Why can't you just accept James graciously?"

Chelsea rolled the tray up to Aro and I could just barely see the top when he lifted the cover. A whip, flail, strap, the spray anesthetic, liquid stitches, and gauze. I steeled myself for the coming pain. Take yourself back, Jasper. Back to Maria's compound. Back to the first time you were here and had accidentally let Aro's bathrobe brush the floor as you held it out to him. You know you can take this.

"James, it would please me for you to sit on the settee by my bed. Jasper, crawl to James. James, please hold your new master still while I punish him."

That was when I noticed that James was wearing heavy hide gloves that went up a few inches onto his forearms. I crawled to where he was seated, situating myself between his thighs. Chelsea fitted him with a mask, much like that of a fencer but made of leather and with a yoke that covered his chest.

I rested my cheek on his shoulder, James' clove scent surrounding me.

"Don't worry, Master J., I'll take care of you after. Your scars are lovely, when we are home and you've healed, I'll trace each one with the tip of my tongue, if you wish. Did you go back to your home on the lake like you'd wanted?"

I suddenly hated that when we'd been subs to Maria together, I'd told him about my home and Alice. He would have a slight advantage in digging into my present life. If Aro wanted to hear reports that I was an impartial master, so be it. James would never see me with Edward if I could help it, anyways.

"Your face is hidden by my hair, bite down on the bottom of the leather covering. It will help."

No shit, Sherlock. Biting down helps if you can't withstand the pain. The pain has never been my enemy, not from my master. I refused his gift, I would pay the price. I do not tolerate having someone in my living space all the time. Alice knew that when I was in an introspective mood, it was best to leave me alone until I chose to talk.

I would teach James a lesson in submission. He would never be a better sub that I am. I moved his hair back over his shoulder and made eye contact with Chelsea.

She was seated on the table I'd bound Isabel upon just days ago. Her sister, Heidi, was training here as well. I have not met her but did hear on a few occasions that Marcus is quite enamored with her.

"Mistress Chelsea, if you offered Master Trainer Jasper a gift and he was not appreciative, how long would punish him for?"

She smiled like the cat who got the canary. "My answer would be different than yours, Master. You punish because you are bettering him. I punish him because I want to hear him scream. I would bind him standing, spread eagle, the entire night. I would set the lights to go off intermittently, keeping him awake all night. In the morning, when he's exhausted, I'd lock his cock in a cage, drizzle melted wax over him and then as it hardens and pulls on his skin, I'd begin to whip him. When he was dripping with sweat and a few smears of blood, I'd slip on my harness and fuck him to show that in the dungeon, I am his mistress."

Master Aro laughed and clapped like a little boy. I think his mind becomes more addled with each passing year. I could see his reflection in the gilded mirror next to the bathroom door. He'd chosen the strap. Aro wanted to try and weaken me before inflicting more damage.

I heard the strap crack down onto the tray as he tested its length and the best speed to use. I tucked my tongue up on the roof of my mouth, my teeth lightly closed to prevent biting down on it. The first blow came across my just starting to heal shoulders and I had to fight down a cry. I would not give in. James would see that I am made of tougher stuff than he can dream of.

The strap continued to come down on my back and even a few on my ass, the linen doing nothing to deflect the sting. Eventually, my back became numb, my nerves overloaded with pain. This was when my mind was finally set free.

Aro switched to the whip and other than the sensation of wetness and seeing blood running down my back in the mirror, I felt no additional pain. I could, however, feel anger building in Eleazar and especially in Seth. He had not realized how coddled we kept him outside of some spankings and sexual training. We were gentle yet firm, a combination that made our subs incredibly loyal.

The tension in the room was palpable as the whip snapped in the air. I counted out seven, one for each summons I'd refused to fly to Italy for. He paused and then reached for something under the sheet on the table. I heard Eleazar gasp but my whole back was both numb and on fire, I could feel nothing but a slight pressure.

"There, much better. A for Aro. Now anyone who looks at your back, you do show your partners your back, don't you, Jasper? Anyone looking at your back will know that I was here. Now aren't you appreciative of James?"

"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master." I was gritting my teeth through the flames licking up and down my back.

Looking into the mirror, I saw Aro holding a scalpel. He'd connected two of my scars to form the letter A. Edward was going to be horrified. Fuck, I was horrified and I've been through a lot.

Friday, Italy, 7 AM

James had the stewardess bring us two blankets right away and he laid one over the back of my seat. He leaned in and whispered, "There you go, Sir. As long as you don't carry much and rest, the liquid stitches should hold. I had Gianna call to your employer and request an extra day off of work. You will need it. I'll prop you up in bed and take care of you while you heal, Sir."

I nodded slightly. It hurt too badly to move, even with the pain medications Dr. Vivaldi had loaded me up on. When the stewardess came through with drinks, I paid for a few selections from the mini-bar. James happily downed a shot of dark rum while I took a double dose of painkillers with the small bottle of Jack and then sucked on the ice from the cup she'd given us.

"Lesson one, James. Never ever dilute my liquor unless I ask you to."

He smiled and unfolded the other blanket over my body, tucking my pillow from my overnight bag between my head and the window. I breathed in and could still smell Edward. I hadn't had the chance to remove my pillow the entire trip. It was comforting to smell him on the way home.

James put on his iPod and tuned the rest of the world out although I know if I needed anything, he was just a slight shifting of my fingers away. I could hear faint strains of Aerosmith escaping around James' ear buds. I looked down at the ocean below and quickly fell asleep, the clouds keeping me company as I drifted away.

James woke me gently, whispering into my ear when we landed in New York for our changeover. The short notice change in flight had required a slight layover, no direct flights to Sea-Tac had been available. We would be getting in around noon Seattle time. He carried our carry on bags through the airport terminal and walked slightly behind me to the side. James was making sure no one bumped into my back.

Perhaps if I kept our contact solely as Aro wished, the time would pass quickly and Aro would call him back before I knew it. James was being extremely gentle with me and pro-actively caring for my latest reminders. All I can do is make the best of my sentencing, much as James as. He admitted, while cleansing my back last night, that this was the closest he could ever expect to a vacation and he was grateful for me taking him.

"Sir, can I get you a slice of pizza or anything?"

I looked back towards the terminal where there was a small food court in sight. "Actually, if you could go to McDonald's and get me a sweet tea, easy on the ice, and a Southern style chicken sandwich, I'd be quite happy."

James nodded and ran off. Aro had lined both of our pocketbooks heavily before leaving. Despite my stubborn nature in taking James, my master was pleased with my other demonstrations while in Italy.

While James went to get our food, I carefully verified that I still had Emily's disk. All was in order. If I just wait out James, I'll hand Aro's head on a silver platter to my old coworkers in the FBI. Eleazar has been working with his own contacts with Interpol who are loyal to us, not Aro. We still have not shown our entire hand, to do so would be sudden death if the contacts were bought.

"Jasper, sir, I got what you wanted and an extra large pack of fries. Didn't know how hungry you were. I got me a Big Mac. The McDonald's in Europe just don't make them the same."

We ate in relative silence, both of us watching people pass us by. He smirked as a woman looked over at us a bit too long before asking her college-aged daughter if she thought we were "together, like that."

How little do they know.

The desk attendant made the first boarding call so James quickly ran our trash to a bin. I slowly stood, giving my body time to acclimate to the pain once more. I should take a half pill so I can get through the flight. I can sleep all afternoon and evening if I desire to.

Running tomorrow is going to be a bitch. I doubt Edward will mind a slower pace. Although, with a night of sleep I might be able to run without much pain. I can use it as a test of my endurance.

James shouldered our bags and walked behind me as I did my best to take even paces. I would not show my growing discomfort. At one point, James fingers gently rested atop my belt as we waited to show our boarding passes. I looked over at him and he smiled sweetly before turning an icy glare on the airline representative.

After we were seated in first class, he leaned over me. "Sir, I didn't like how she looked at you. You're my master."

"And you are my sub. I will not have you scaring off my friends, male or female, nor the subs I work with at Master Eleazar's. There are those that I have relationships with that you will not be a part of. If you behave well, there may be some that I invite you into. My personal life is outside of our arrangement. Do you understand?"

James' eyes filled with fire before looking down at his lap. "Yes, Master. I understand."

Friday, 12:30 PM, Seattle, Washington.

When James and I stepped off the plane, I turned my phone back on. I had two texts waiting for me. The first was from Edward yesterday afternoon saying something came up and Bella would be picking me and my friend up. The second was from Edward getting ready to go in on a surgery he was asked to assist on. He wanted to be the first to welcome me home. Silly, sweet boy.

James and I would have to purchase new clothes for him here. His Volterra clothing would not blend well. At least with the money we were given, that wouldn't effect my budget. James would need something to do though. He couldn't just sit in my house all day, every day.

We stepped out in the Seattle smog. With the coming of summer, it seemed like we were already hitting a smog watch day. I would be glad to be out of the city to my home.

"Don't worry, James. My home is out of the city limits. The air is much more clear there."

He nodded and adjusted to more comfortably hold my garment bag and both of our carry ons. We were standing under the sign directing to the terminals for just a minute when I saw the silver Volvo pull up. My heart skipped a beat, even knowing he wasn't the driver, just knowing that he was no longer an ocean away from me. I didn't like leaving him when we aren't even halfway through his treatment.

Bella stepped out of the car and my pants tightened immediately. Fuck. Edward must have been a very good boy this morning. She was wearing a rather short skirt, shorter than any I'd seen her in before, and her blouse was unbuttoned to something Alice or Emmett's wife, Rosalie, would approve of. Bella looked like a poster for a naughty secretary. Part of me, mostly my cock, envied Edward taking her on Carlisle's desk.

James was staring at Bella, and I could see his wheels turning. Something was bothering him. I whispered, "Be nice," as Bella approached.

"Jasper."

"Bella!" I carefully wrapped my arms around her, not wanting to pull on my back. I squeezed her to me, her arms caught against her body so they didn't inadvertently grab one of my wounds.

She tensed in my arms and when I released her I saw that she was frowning. I'd have to ask her what was bothering her. I know from seeing her as my patient that something has her upset. No, not upset, pissed. Perhaps she wasn't taking the news as well as Edward thought she was.

"Yes, well, Edward had an important surgery he had to handle. I hope you don't mind…?"

I tried to use my smile to reassure her. I needed to diffuse her anger before Edward came to the house. An angry Bella was a loose tongued Bella. I didn't need her tipping James off.

"Not at all. I'm very happy to see you." When Bella opened the trunk, James quickly tossed them in. I was pleased to see that he was keeping his head down. He was well trained in being an inconspicuous submissive. He was quiet, kept his eyes down, and did not utilize any titles where others could hear.

"Bella, James French, James, Isabella Cullen."

His eyes met Bella's and she looked as if someone walked over her grave. James' eyes ranged from his lusty dark blue to an icy blue that pierced straight to your heart. No matter what the color, he made an impression.

Bella's voice was shaky as she greeted him and offered out her hand. James, always the gentleman, kissed the back of her hand.

"Isabella, charmed."

I kept my eyes on James. It appears he's made a new target.

"I want Victoria."

James plopped down on his bed in Mistress Maria's dormitory, a handful of baby carrots in his lap. He'd had his eyes set on wooing her. James was certain he had found a way to escape and wanted to take Victoria with him.

"But what if you're separated?"

James shrugged and laid back on his bed. "When I want someone, I'll stop at nothing to find him or her. If I can't leave here with Victoria, I'll track her wherever she ends up."

This could be problematic. I would have to minimize any contact he had with Bella and Edward, even with them over just as guests. Perhaps I could pair him off with Keira, one of Eleazar's subs who has long since been given her freedom. She comes back once a month or so for a weekend with Eleazar and then goes back to her life as an author in Portland. She might be James' type.

I looked into the car and saw that Edward had a wooden bead seat cover on the passenger side. That wasn't going to do at all. Perhaps she'd let me drive.

"Edward said you might have company, Jasper. I brought you some drinks. I wasn't sure if you would be thirsty from your trip."

I closed the trunk, stretching up on my toes so that I didn't have to reach very high. "How thoughtful of you, Bella. We appreciate it, don't we, James?

He nodded and returned his eyes to the ground. "Yes, thank you, Bella."

Bella finally put it together. She finally realized James' position in my life. While she stood watching James, I made my way to the driver's side door. Bella nearly walked into my chest, absently walking to the car.

"Do you mind? I haven't driven this week, no car."

Bella shrugged, her mood suddenly going despondent once again. Then, her lips curved up and she had a malicious look in her eyes. She shrugged once more and handed me the keys. I watched her pert little ass move beneath her skirt as she walked around to the passenger side. Sorry, Edward.

"James! Get the door for Miss Bella."

James nodded and then smiled at Bella. He opened the door for her and closed it once she was inside. He climbed into the backseat and fastened his seat belt. I fastened my own quickly, it burned but I worked through it.

I told Bella some of the good memories I have of Italy but mostly of its beauty. James let out a strangled laugh when Bella asked if it was business or pleasure that had taken me to Italy. I caught his eyes in the mirror and silently admonished him. He knew better than to reveal our arrangement.

The drive went quickly. I could feel my smile growing as I neared home. I could see my smile in the rear view mirror without turning as I pulled into my drive.

"Feel free to come in, make yourself at home, Bella. Edward said you would enjoy the kitchen."

Outside of an awkward conversation involving Alice and my continuing affection for her, it was a rather beneficial conversation. James was putting what little belongings he had away in the guest room. Carmen had let herself in yesterday to change all the linens and set out a pack of steaks to thaw.

If it had just been me, I wouldn't have bothered her. She had enough to worry about with Eleazar slated to take on at least ten new subs in the upcoming six months. Becoming a master trainer brought on higher output expectations.

"Jasper?"

Bella was finally opening up to me.

"Yes, Ma'am?"

She turned and gave me a bright smile, the first "Bella" smile I'd seen from her today.

"Do you think what you and Edward are doing is wrong?"

I rubbed at my neck, the pain my shoulders getting harder to ignore as my medications wore off completely. This was the question I really didn't know how to answer. To some people, homosexuality and bisexuality are wrong. To some people, domination and submission is wrong.

Edward knew, fundamentally, what he was getting into when he agreed to be my sub. I would not have crossed the line from therapist into Dom if he had not so readily accepted and sought that interaction from me. If he hadn't been able to get off, with me, I would have walked away and found another therapist who could work on control with Edward.

Was I wrong for wanting to help Edward? Only Edward, and time, can tell.

"Bella…I don't know what Edward's told you. I think that, in the right situation, we need to sit down as three rational adults and discuss…"

Her good mood suddenly vanished, leaving pissed Bella in its wake. Rationality or talking must have been her trigger.

"I don't want to be a rational adult." She unbuttoned more of her blouse, the pale silk of her bra clearly visible along with the creamy white tops of her breasts. My cock was twitching at her display of sexual dominance, or at least her attempt at it. "Fuck rationality. I want to be irrational for once in my life."

I swallowed hard, trying to keep my response to her in check. I had to maintain my rationality since she had obviously thrown hers to the wind. "B-Bella…what…what are you…?"

"I want you, Jasper. I want you like I've only ever wanted one other man in my life. I want to be with you. I want to be bound to you. I want what Edward has with you."

"Bella…"

"Fuck it all, Jasper. I want you, damn it. And I'm going to good and well take it." Bella closed the distance between us and forced me back into the wall. My back felt as if the paneling behind me was on fire as she pulled me down into a kiss.

I could feel my cuts from this morning open, my bandages re-soaking through with blood. The skin bond was not holding, the non-lacerated tissue ripping free of the adhesive. Then, Bella kissed me. Her lips were warm and demanding on mine. Her kittenish whimpers went straight to my cock as our lips moved together. I tried to push her off, but her weight, slight though it was, was too much for my torn muscles. Aro had done too much damage. I might actually have to get Edward to stitch me up.

The sound of tires on the drive and the soft closing of a car door let me know that Edward was here. No one drove as fast down my street as he did. I had twenty seconds before he would come jogging up the steps into my home.

I fought to keep my face impassive as she kissed me. It was obvious that she was working out her own internal demons through her assault. If I rejected her, not only would she take it to heart and consider it an affront to her attractiveness, but it may prevent future playtimes. While I know that Edward has said "no," Bella most certainly has said "yes." But I will not take her without his permission. I will not let her cheat. I won't have him cheat. That's why I refused to touch him again until he came clean.

Bella's tongue pushed past my lips and I tore my head back. "Bella, we can't. Not like this. Whatever is bothering you, we will sit and talk."

She growled against my lips, her hand going down to palm my growing cock. "Your dick doesn't want to talk. You want me. You wanted to kiss me in your office that day but you didn't. You don't talk to Edward, you get him off. Why am I any different?"

She thrust her tongue into my mouth again and shoved me harder into the wood paneling. I groaned, a sound she took as me acquiescing. I could see blood seeping down my arm.

My whole back felt wet. The liquid stitches had torn open on all of them. Bella had unknowingly added at least seven more scars to my collection. I heard the door open as the world began to tilt slightly. The blood loss plus jet lag was catching up to me.

She grabbed at my crotch again, her thumb tracing the head of my cock. I moaned softly and tried to push her away. I was too weak to do more than lodge my hand on her shoulder and gain a precious few inches between our bodies.

"Bella, what have you done!? Get off of Jasper!"

I felt Bella move back and I began to slide down the wall. Edward's scent mixed with hospital antiseptic flooded my nose. "My God, what happened to you, Jasper?"

"My master. I was not appreciative of his gift."

Edward's arms went around me, one at my waist, the other under my legs.

"No, stop, the blood! Your clothes."

"Fuck my clothes, Jasper! You're my master and you're hurt. I'll take care of you."

Edward staggered slightly while carrying me down the hall into my room. He set me down on the blanket at the foot of the bed and carefully peeled my shirt from my body. Here, his surgeon's hands were sure and steady. Edward worked with blood every day, it would not frighten him.

"Jazz, this is a lot of blood. I think we need to get you to the hospital."

I shook my head, the room spinning as I did so. "No hospitals, Edward. Just fix me up here, please." I could hear the pleading in my voice.

"Jasper, sir, I am a doctor and I say you need to go to the hospital."

I took a deep breath and sat straight up to look into his worried emerald eyes. "I am your master and I say I'm staying here. Either stitch me up or I'll find someone who will."

Edward visibly paled and nodded. "Let me get my bag from the car."

"No need. I have everything you'll need. Someone with access to what I needed already stocked me a medical bag. It's in the linen closet in my bathroom. Top shelf on the right."

I wasn't going to tell him that it was one of his coworkers, my lovely Talia, who gave me my emergency kit. This certainly counted as an emergency. Edward's talents in the operating room would come in handy.

He came back quickly, two extra white sheets from the closet in hand. He spread them out on the bed beside me, and helped me lie face down on one. I turned my head to face him as I was lowered, wanting to watch him work.

"You don't have any anesthetic in the bag, this is going to hurt."

I gave him a gentle smile. "It won't hurt worse than getting them. The good news is that I hurt so badly, I probably won't even feel the needle."

"Oh, you'll feel it. I'll be quick though and attempt to minimize the scarring." He paused and touched where I knew the "A" had been carved. "Who did this to you?"

"My Master."

Edward let out an inhuman growl. "Wasn't whipping you enough? He fucking cut you. Can't I please take you in to the hospital? I need more than you have here. I need to get that glue off so I can do clean lines."

"I'm already damaged goods, a few more scars don't matter. Just stop the bleeding."

A knock on the door made us both turn. "Master, I don't know where your washing machine is."

I felt Edward bristle as James called me his master. Then he moved away from me. James was wearing a pair of jeans, worn low on his hips so that you could see the well-chiseled "v" leading down his pelvis. I could not see Edward's face in this new position, but I did hear a sudden intake of breath.

"James? James French?"

A/N: You can go back to chapter 6 for more information on how Eddiekins and Jamesypoo know one another. Do you think they will have issues?