You Were Meant to be Mine

by Jasper's Woman

ALL HUMAN: Bella is kidnapped and forced to be his wife. But instead of terror and fear, she finds peace and love. Can she, with his help, heal her battered past and build a loving future? That is until someone else from her past WANTS her.

4. CH4 Playing House

I do not own Twilight ~ Stephanie Meyers is the owner. This is just fan fiction.

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ALL HUMAN: Bella is kidnapped and wakes up to find herself chained to a wall in the bedroom. Who is this man who kidnapped her? He looks familiar, has he been stalking her? Does she know him? What does he want with her? Will she ever escape?

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CH4 ~ PLAYING HOUSE

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Lemon Warning ~ Self Love

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JPOV

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She looks around the basement and I can't tell if she's impressed or scared. I painted it a deep blue color and added light blue couches. I thought she would like that. Being in the woods, it's important to stockpile food, just in case. I have several machines and weights, I like to work out on every day, now that she was checking out my body, I want to make sure I stay muscular for her. Finally, I look at her, "Like it?" I ask.

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She looks around some more, "It is really nice, I would like it if wasn't trapped here." I smile at her, "So you do like it." "There are no windows." She says, but I know she is asking a question through her statement. "Yeah, it's partially underground, so windows wouldn't work. But there are air vents and I have oxygen masks down here too." She looks at me like I am beyond crazy now. I laugh hard, because it's just too cute. "I have more money than I know what to do with, so why not be prepared for just about anything."

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She rolls her eyes as she rubs her arms and looks at the exercise equipment. I can't help but imagine how cute she will look running on that treadmill or doing squats. "Want to try out some of the equipment?" she blushes. I guess she wants to but is just embarrassed to say yes.

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I take off some weights from the bicep curl and motion for her to sit. She is so nervous, "I promise it won't collapse on you, I want to see how strong you are. I want to know if you could kick my ass." She smiles, YES, I got a smile. Even if she is thinking about kicking my ass, she still smiled and it's beautiful. She sits down, "Put your arms here and curl up your arms, if it's too heavy, then we can take some weights off." She looks so sexy sitting, eyes focusing straight ahead, waiting to curl her arms.

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She takes breath and curls her arms, but grunts. "Okay, lets lower it to twenty pounds." I fix the weights and she tries it again and she does it with ease. "We'll have to work on building your muscles." She looks hurt, "Well how much can you do on this machine?" she says challenging me, one side of her mouth turning up and staring at me.

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YES, I want to show off for her. "I can lift eighty pounds, I'll show you." I fix the weights and sit down as she slides of the sit to let me show her. She is just looking at me, and I take a breath and do 10 curls and try to watch her. She is watching every part of me, but steadily glaring at my package. She can't help herself, I know if I call her out will she will blush, so I drop the weights to make noticeable clank and that makes her look at my face.

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I want to keep showing off for her, "Let's see what you can do on the leg press." I lower the weights for thirty pounds and motion for her to sit down. She gets in and pushes her legs and is able to lift the thirty pounds. "Okay, well most women are stronger in their legs. So why don't we raise it to forty pounds." She tries it and has difficulty lifting it. "Well now we know that forty pounds is where you need to start on this machine."

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"Well, what about you?" I smile at her, time to show off again. "I can lift a hundred pounds." I slide in and see that she has her eyes trained on me. She's watching my body again and I love it! I push up the weights with my legs and she's watching me but pretending she's not.

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She then looks down and away and tears start to form in her eyes. "Bella?" But she doesn't hear me. I stand up and go to her, but give her some personal space. "Bella, are you okay? What are you thinking about?" I gently touch her arm and she flinches. "Bella, you spaced out and I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Please tell me what is wrong." She looks down, "NO, I can't." Her eyes fill with tears and she presses her lips together to keep from crying.

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"Do you want to go back upstairs?" She nods and I gently hold her hand, but she pulls away so I let her walk behind me as I walk sideways. She is hurting and it is bigger than just being here. We walk into the living room and she just stands there. "What are we going to do now? Anything else to clean or fold?" She asks with a sarcastic ring to it. "Well, what would you like to do?"

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She shrugs her shoulders. "How about we play Scrabble?" I suggest. She looks at me wide eyed and shakes her head as if she didn't hear me, "Scrabble and not cleaning, or vacuuming or cooking? WOW!" I laugh hard, she is just too damn cute. "I do need to vacuum, but we can do that after dinner. I figured we can play Scrabble and talk. Then after that we can look at the kitchen and see how you want to rearrange it."

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"Fine, but there really is no point, I won't be staying here too much longer." I raise my eyebrow at her, "Oh really, okay, we'll see." I take out Scrabble and put it on the table. She sits and helps me set it up. "Playing a game with someone tells you a lot about them." She looks right in my eyes, her eyes narrowing in on mine and smirks, "But you have a book filled with all information about me, so you won't have to worry about that."

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"WOW!" I say back. "That was good Bella, I like that sarcastic attitude from you. Makes you look so cute." She glares at me, "Put it in the book, so you'll remember me when I'm gone."

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I just look at her, how I want to kiss that fresh mouth and run my hands all over her ass and push her hips into mine. I continue looking at her, until she blushes and turns away. I can tell she is hiding a smile. She can say what she wants about getting out of here, but she is enjoying these moments with me.

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After an hour and half and two games, we are tied. I won the first game and she won the second. "Is your ego hurt? You lost this game to a girl." I smile at her and purposely and slowly look at her body, "No, I don't mind losing to a woman. Especially when she is my wife."

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She huffs and sits back. "Again with this wife stuff. It may be on paper, but I am not your wife." I lean back to and rub my head showing that I am thinking, "So you're perturbed that I called you my wife, but not that I just checked you out."

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She looks me in the eyes, "Yes that annoys me too, but I am trying to ignore that." I laugh at her, I have to say it, "I guess I should ignore when you look at my package then." She turns bright red, her mouth agape, not knowing what to say, "I was... I did not." I look in her eyes, "Yes you did. I saw you." I sing out.

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"Your disgusting." She spits out, clearly embarrassed. "Don't be embarrassed. I am hot and have a big package, it's only normal for you to want to look at me."

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"We're done here." She says and she stands up and sits back on the couch. "Have anything I can read?" she asks as she sits there with her arms folded on her chest, still blushing. "How about helping me clean up, then I can get you something to read."

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She glares at me, but gets up and quickly cleans up the game. I laugh the whole time, I love how embarrassed she gets. "Oh wait before I get you magazines, do you want to help me rearrange the kitchen, or are you okay with it?" She just stares at the wall, "Yeah, I guess I better not let you touch anything, you might break it or kick it." She glares at me again, I love it.

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"Well if it was up to me." She stands up and walks into the kitchen. "I would rearrange some of your things." And even though she is pissed, she starts pulling things out of cabinets and moving them all around. I just sit in the chair and watch, she is reaching up, bending over, moving her body all around and it is beyond sexy. "I know that you're looking at me, please stop!"

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"Oh, do you have eyes in the back of your head?" she huffs, "No, but I know how men are, his friends would do it all the time and I don't like it." Whose friends? What else did his friends do to her?

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"Well, I would never let any man look at you the way I am. Only I can look at you like this. Any man who lets his friends covet his wife, girlfriend, or fiancé is a NOT A MAN, no matter what he says."

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She turns to me holding back tears. "Why do you say things like that? Why are you trying to be nice to me and show me you are a gentleman when I am being held here with you?"

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"Bella, besides your friends, you were alone in life. You didn't have anyone and from the little you told me, most of that life was controlled by some bastard. I may be keeping you here, but it's better than where you've been."

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She cries, but finishes up in the kitchen. I want to wipe those tears away, but I think I gave her a lot to think about. It's time to change the subject. "My brothers and their wives are coming over for dinner tomorrow. We'll make chicken parm and pasta. Emmett will bring over a dessert and Edward will most likely make a vegetable plate. Tonight we'll have leftovers."

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"Your bothers cook too?" I laugh, "Yeah my mom insisted that we know how to cook, she wanted our future wives to be treated good." She smirked at me, "Did she also teach you how to kidnap women and force them to be your wife?"

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I looked down, that fucking hurt. That was my mother she was talking about, my dead mother. I look in her eyes, showing that hurt me, "That was low, you know my mother died tragically. I would never talk about your father like that. My mother would have beaten my ass had she still be alive, but I can't go on without you. Now, that I know you've been treated like shit in the past, I kind of feel that it is my fault. If I had asked you out in high school, maybe things would have been different for you."

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She sat down next to me and put her hand on my knee. "I am sorry for saying that about your mother. That WAS low, but you are keeping me hostage here. So I am really pissed at you. I would have gone out with you if you called, but now you fucked that up. If you asked me to date you in senior year I would have said no, but before that I would have said yes. But it's not your fault what happened to me. I used to play the 'what if game' and it doesn't make you feel better. It only makes it worse."

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Then she stood up and folded her arms across her chest, "Just stop flirting with me and pretending that we are on a date, because we are not! You are holding me here against my will and I'm pissed." I stand up in front of her and rub her arms, she flinches but doesn't pull away. This is the closest I've been to her without her crying and trying to get away. "Bella, I am sorry that you are stuck here, but this is the only way for me to prove to you that we were meant to be together. You say you would have said yes to me calling you up and asking you out, but I don't believe that. You've been hurt in your past and I think you have avoided all men because of that. Perhaps, this will show you that I am not like that. I am a real man, who will show you love and give you what you want and need. Give me time and I will be that man for you."

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She shakes her head, "I am sure you mean that, but you still kidnapped me, are holding me against my will, forged my signature on a resignation letter and marriage certificate and sent texts to my friends that I have left town. What kind of gentleman does that?"

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Those lips, I need to kiss those beautiful lips, "The kind of gentleman that really wants to kiss those lips, but will hold back because he knows you need time." She rolls her eyes, but blushes, I love it. "Stop that, you start to have a serious conversation, but then you get all mushy on me. There is only one thing that will make me happy and you won't do it, so stop trying."

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I laugh, "First of all, there are lots of things I can do to make you happy, but you're not ready for that yet. Second, I can't help but get mushy with you, I am in love with you. You are my wife, I'm supposed to get mushy with you."

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She sucks her teeth and goes back into the kitchen and finishes putting things away. I follow her and look at what she's done. "Wow, this makes sense, it flows a little better. Thank you Bella."
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I help her finish putting things away in the kitchen in silence. Time has flown and before we know it both our stomachs are growling. I start to pull out all the food from yesterday, we can just serve and heat up what we want to eat. She goes to the bedroom and I stare at her. "Do I need permission to use the bathroom?" I laugh at her and continue my task. She comes back and we are all set. I have some red wine to go with dinner. I hand her a plate and start taking the food I want for dinner. She does the same. I motion for her to heat hers up first, she smiles but tries to hide it. Once her food is heated up she places it on the table and sits, but waits for me. That is BIG, she could have started to eat, but she waited for me!

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I sit and pour her some wine, she smiles at me. THANK YOU GOD! We eat and talk about general stuff, music we like, favorite foods, favorite beers, where we would love to travel and so on. After our emotional talk before, I don't want to push her too hard.

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We clean up and I take out the vacuum, I plug it in, but she motions to vacuum for me. I tilt my head, "I need more things to do around here, I am losing my mind." I gladly give her the vacuum while, I finish cleaning in the kitchen. While she is still vacuuming, I take out the pie we made earlier and cut two slices, I put them on the table and pop whipped cream on them. I lay a spoon next to each plate.

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She sees this and rolls her eyes and laughs, "You even set the table for pie?"

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"For you, yes," she shakes her head and puts the vacuum away. She sits down and starts to eat the pie enjoying a few bites. I decide to have some fun and plop some whip cream on her nose. She gets this look on her face, one that I have never seen before and smears a hand full of whip cream on the side of my face. I am shocked but laugh hard, I pick up a spoon full of pudding and aim it at her. "You don't have the balls, your precious house would be messed up." She says smugly. She's right and I eat it instead happy to leave the whip cream on my face.

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She wipes off her nose, "You're just going to leave that on your face?" I shrug as if I don't know what she is talking about. She rolls her eyes and wipes it off for me. YES! "Thanks, I was hoping you would do that." She glares at me, "You're such a baby sometimes." I wink at her and take another bite of pudding. She turns her head, but she is laughing and doesn't want me to see. YES! YES! YES!

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We clean up after dessert, "It's getting late, why don't we get in our pajamas and get comfortable for the evening." I walk into the bedroom and she follows. "I'll get dressed in here and let you get dressed in the bathroom, you can close the door." She grabs her pajamas and looks in the dresser for something else. I can see she pulled out a pantiliner thing but tries to hide it from me.

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...Rosalie told me all about them one time. She said they were for keeping women's panties dry, since it's all moist down there. I shook my head and didn't want to hear my sister-in-law talk about that stuff. Edward laughed, "You should know by now that Rosalie tells you what you don't want to hear."

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She goes into the bathroom and closes the door, but doesn't lock it. That makes me happy. I quickly removed my clothes and throw on my pajama pants but leave my shirt off. I want her to see my chest, the man in me wants to show off my muscles. I look down and see that my cock and balls can be seen pretty good in these pants. I chuckle, I wonder if she will look there first.

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I have my shirt ready to be put on, pretending to do so as she walks out. She knocks on the bathroom door. "Can I come out?" I laugh, "Yeah Bella, I'm decent. " She opens the door and stops in mid motion, she blushes as I put on my shirt. She is checking out my muscles, I turn to face her and YES! She quickly looks at my crotch. But then I feel my cock twitch, DAMN! CONTROL YOURSELF!

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"You can throw those clothes in the hamper, we'll take care of them tomorrow." She nods and I can see she is looking at me again from the corner of her eyes. If I wasn't watching for it, I wouldn't have noticed.

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I am also looking at her. She has on pink floral pajama pants and I can see her panty line, that is just too sexy. Her top was short sleeve and has a v-neck, I wonder if I will see her cleavage. She is still wearing her bra, I wonder if she takes it off when she sleeps?

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"Do you want to watch TV on the couch, unless you are tired and want to go to bed?" She looks at our bed, "The couch is fine now, I can't sleep right now." I motion for her to go first, I want to check out that ass some more. She sits in her usual spot on the couch and I sit on the other end. I turn on the TV and she looks very uncomfortable.

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"Why don't you put your legs on my lap and I can rub your feet?" She shakes her head, "I am fine here." I smile, "You don't look fine, you look uncomfortable. I will only rub your feet. Please let me show you I can be gentle with you. I am trying to gain your trust." I look in her eyes. She blushes and then rolls her eyes, but I can see a hint of a smile. YES! She slowly puts her feet up on my lap. I take off her socks and rub one foot first. I flex my thumbs into her arch of her foot and rub it up to her toes.

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She is very tense and watching my every move. I softly rub her ankles and then massage the heel of her foot, but she jerks it away and laughs. She's ticklish and I laugh with her, "Sorry, I'll be careful to not tickle you."

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I then start on her other foot, doing the same process. Then I stop and keep her feet on my lap and just rub them. She knows that I am done and goes to pull them away, "It's okay, just sit and relax, I won't do anything that you don't want Bella. I promise."

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She just stares at me and I try to look at her face, but keep looking at her top. I can see a smidgen of her cleavage and it is heaven to my eyes. After a while, she starts to relax a little and lounges back on the couch a little and this causes her feet to move and she gently rubs against my dick. She gasps and sits right up, "I am sorry, I didn't...Oh, I am so sorry." And she starts to cry from nerves. It is obvious that she thinks she hurt me, "Bella you didn't hurt me at all, in fact, I rather enjoyed that, but again I won't do anything you don't want to. I would really like if you put your feet back up on me again. If not then you'll have to rub my feet."

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She looks at me and tries not to laugh, and slowly puts her feet back up on my lap. I take a deep breath. "Thank you Bella for trusting me. It means a lot to me." She lounges back and I can see is looking away trying to hide her smile. My heart skips a beat.

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After a while, she starts yawning and then lays back on the couch, and folds her knees. I pull her legs so that her calves are along my lap now, but instead of jerking she just settles in. Her eyes are getting heavy and she is starting to fall asleep. I know I should stop her before she falls asleep, I don't want to wake her to put her in the bedroom, but I can't help but watch her. I want to keep touching her calves, it's such a wonderful feeling being like this on the couch.

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I start to feel myself getting tired. I remove her legs from my lap and want to pick her up and carry her into the bedroom, but am worried that she will wake and think I would hurt her. I decide to do it anyway, hoping it is the right decision. I gently run my hands under her back and legs and lift her up off the couch.

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BPOV

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I can feel Jasper picking me up, but am afraid to move. He slowly carries me in his arms into the bedroom and lays me on the bed. He pulls back the covers and rolls them under me and the over me. He caresses my head with his hands and starts to walk away.

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"Jasper" he stops and turns around stunned that I am awake. "Is the couch uncomfortable?" He looks at me and even though it is dark I can see that he is smiling. "Yes, it is very uncomfortable Bella, but I wouldn't think about joining you in bed, I know you don't want me there and I need to gain your trust."

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I smile back, "Thank you. I never had someone think of me first." He stands there I can see he is trying to think of what to say, but rubs the back of his neck with his hand. "I will always put your needs first Bella."

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He walks out goes to close the bedroom, "Please leave it open." He nods and leaves it open and I hear him settle on the couch. I take off my bra from under my shirt and throw it on the floor, I cuddle in and try to fall asleep. He may be trying, but I need to get out of here.

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JPOV

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"No, please don't. I am sorry. Please, don't. He talks to me, I swear I didn't say anything back. Please, stop, it hurts so much." I can hear her, is she talking about me? By talking to her I caused her more pain. It had to be her boyfriend in school. Did he beat her when I talked to her, did he rape her? It was all my fault. I did this to her. "NO, Please stop!" She's now crying. I can't take this anymore. I go into the bedroom and rub her arm. "Bella, its Jasper, please wake up."

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She cries and then suddenly sits up in bed, she is covered in sweat and breathing frantically. "You were having a nightmare, I couldn't let you go on, I had to wake you up." I want to ask her about the nightmare, but don't want to push her in the middle of the night.

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"I'll be on the couch if you need anything," I call and walk out. "Jasper can you..." but she stops and turns her head. "Do you want me to sit in here till you fall asleep?" she shakes her head. "No, that will make me uncomfortable." I feel my heart break. "Of course Bella, I understand." She sits up, "No, I mean, I don't want you to sit here while you are tired. Can you..." but she stops. I know she wants me to hold her till she falls asleep. She wants me to be the Jasper from high school, the one she thought would help her.

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I slowly walk to our bed and carefully slide in behind her. She tenses up but doesn't push me away. I hold her in my arms and she slowly relaxes. I can feel her body and against mine, this is what I have been waiting for, what I wanted for so long.
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I wait for her to fall asleep and pull my arm out from under her. I cannot stay here much longer, her breathing, her smell, her curves are driving me mad and I need to be a gentleman for her. I sit up, but she's still asleep. I go back to the couch and whisper her name, "Bella." I pull down my pants and grab my cock and rub it up and down hard, I keep saying her name as I rub up and down my cock, "Bella, I need you. Bella, you feel so good against me. Bella let me show you love." I rub harder and harder until I feel myself tensing up, my balls tighten and I come hard and long. "Fuck Bella." I feel my jizz running all down my hand and then hear the floor creek near the bedroom, I quickly turn my head and hear her footsteps and the bed squeaking. SHIT, she just saw and heard me jerking off to her. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!

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BPOV

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I wake up and feel that he is not there. God only knows what I said in my sleep. He must know what Eric did to me, he has to know now. He knows that I am dirty, damaged and used. He doesn't want me now. Not that I wanted to be trapped here, but to not be wanted by your kidnapper just proves that I am damaged just like Eric said.

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..."We're over Bella. "What? Why Eric? I do what you tell me." He laughs. "Yeah, well, now you are damaged and I am going off to college. I need someone pure now, I can't be with you anymore. You aren't worth anything and I need someone who is worth being with. Do not call me or write to me, I am leaving tonight."

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Now even Jasper sees that I am worthless and damaged. I need to get out before he can tell me that. "Bella." I hear him say my name, I walk to the door and see him on the couch. I want to walk over and yell at him, but I see him touching himself, his pants are down and he is rubbing himself. I can see it all, his muscular thighs, his blond curls around the base of his penis, and the muscles in his hand and arm are amazing. "Bella, I need you. Bella, you feel so good against me. Bella let me show you love." He is moving his hand faster and faster and I feel a tingle in my stomach. A tingle I have never felt before. "Fuck Bella." And he comes down his hand. I am amazed at how sexy I find that. Eric never said my name when he was with me. Jasper could have forced me, but he didn't. I shift my leg and the floor creeks, he turns his head and I run to the bed and jump in. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!

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