The Sweetest Torture

A/N: Happy Birthday,Coolbreeeze! We hope you have a fantastic day.

As ever, we do not own Twilight - it owns us.

ooOoo

Plan

Biting my lip, I glance at my watch, then at the numbers slowly moving on the display outside the elevator.

“C'mon, c'mon!” I mumble under my breath.

It's almost six on the dot, and Jasper said to be home on time tonight, stating he had something special planned for my birthday. He refused to tell me what, exactly, just that he wanted to make one of my fantasies come true.

I have many.
Ding!

“Finally!”

I'm startled at how loud my voice sounds. Hurrying inside the lift, I press the button for the top floor and begin the excruciating wait.

Note

“Jasper?” I call out the second I open the door. Nothing.

Spotting the large vase with blood-red roses – my favorites – in the middle of the table in the foyer, I smile. Putting my attaché and jacket down on the table, I lean in to smell the flowers, inhaling deeply.

It's then that I see the folded note with my name on it. Picking it up, I unfold it.
Edward,
Take a hot shower using the things laid out for you – all of them. After, lie face up and spread-eagled on the bed. Wait for me. Do not get dressed.
Jasper

Curious

I carry the note as I walk to our room, undressing as I go. I try calling for him again, but still no answer.

Despite being anxious about what he might've planned for tonight, I take my time to go through my routine. If I don’t, I know I’ll just end up stressing myself out over it later, and I want to be able to enjoy whatever is coming.

My eyes widen when I step into the bathroom and see the array of things laid out for me.

Salt scrub. Shaving cream. Shaver... and another note?
E. Shave. Everywhere. J.

Bare

My heart speeds as I consider his words. I've never shaven myself down there before, but I mentioned something to Jasper a few weeks ago about being intrigued by it – if a little hesitant to try. The idea of anything sharp that close to my junk was a little off-putting to me.

Deciding to push my issues to the side and follow Jasper's instructions to the letter, I set about taking my shower, trying not to let my thoughts drift where they shouldn't.

It feels...different... being bare. I can feel everything, it seems.

I shiver in anticipation as I finish.  

Anticipation

Walking to our bed, I wonder again what’s in store. I know it'll be good, whatever it is, because Jasper always makes things good for me – for both of us. When he decides to bring one of my fantasies to life – or his own, for that matter – he never fails to put everything in it.

Tonight’ll be no different.

Crawling in bed, I sit at the headboard before remembering my instructions. There's no indication of what's coming, which heightens my anticipation exponentially as I spread my legs and lie there, waiting.

“You please me, Edward. You did exactly as instructed.”

Disapproval

My head snaps around at the sound of Jasper's voice, and I start to get up.

Jasper's eyes narrow, his face and voice immediately showing his disapproval. “I did not give you permission to move, pet. Do I really need to start off by punishing you?”

I freeze, my heart dropping at the thought that I disappointed him. Slowly, I lower myself on the bed, not speaking – he hasn't told me I could answer.

His lips twitch, but he schools his features quickly. “Much better,” he murmurs as he steps up to the bed.
I can't believe he's doing this.

Understand

Jasper walks around the bed, his eyes feasting on my body. I shiver as his fingers trail teasingly over my thighs, lingering around my balls and cock.

“Very good, my pet,” he praises quietly.

My arms twitch with the need to reach out to him. He sees it and quirks an eyebrow in challenge.

I still immediately.

He nods approvingly even as his fingers wrap lightly around my hardening cock. Using agonizingly light strokes, he watches me closely and murmurs, “Do not move, pet. Do you understand? You may speak.”

“Yes, Sir,” I hiss as he squeezes suddenly.

“Good boy.”

Perfect

My eyes follow Jasper as he walks to the other side of the room and searches the dresser. He's wearing my favorite pair of tight, stone-washed jeans and a white T-shirt that clings to his body. His feet are bare; his hair's tied back by a leather thong.

In other words, he's perfection personified.

My mind and heart are racing as I try to come to grips with what's happening. Especially when I see Jasper hold up several strips of cloth as he walks back to me.
Oh shit, he's really doing this?

I'd fantasized about it plenty, but this?

Strip

My breath hitches several times as Jasper's fingers trail along my body while he makes his way around the bed, tying each limb to a bedpost. My cock's already straining and leaking pre-come onto my stomach, and he's barely touched me at all.

Jasper steps away, standing by the window. The light streaming in makes him seem to glow. Slowly, he pulls his shirt up and over his head, tossing it toward me. It lands right by my face – I can smell him on it.

His hands roam his chest and abs, tweaking his nipples. His eyes lock with mine.

Promise

He moans and continues teasing himself. His head lolls back, and I can see his cock hardening in his jeans. With every pass downward, he palms his erection.

I'm entranced by the sight. I tug uselessly at my bonds in my desire to reach out and touch him. I want to coax those sounds from him.

“Fuck,” I breathe without thinking.

Jasper's head snaps up, his voice hoarse but firm. “Careful, pet. If you're a good boy, I might let you touch me. If you're very good, I might even allow you to come.”

I whimper, unable to contain myself.

Control

Part of me's amazed he's able to stay in his role.

The other part just desperately needs to be good. To do as he wants. To please him.

Everything else is forgotten when his fingers slowly undo his jeans. He lets them pool at his feet, leaving him in tented boxers.

I can see the wet spot there, and I have to struggle to remain silent. I need to taste him.

Jasper grins knowingly, hooking his thumbs in his waistband and lowering his boxers. His cock stands proudly at attention as he straightens up, his smoldering eyes fixed on mine.

Taunt

Taking himself in hand, he pumps his shaft leisurely. “See what you do to me, pet? Such a good boy you are. Do you want a taste? You may speak.”

“Please,” I whisper. “Please, Sir.”

I try to tell him with my eyes everything I'm unable to verbalize. His slow grin lets me know he understands.

The bed dips as he kneels with one leg by my head. I want to reach for him, to crane my neck in order to get to his beautiful cock, mere inches from my face, but just out of reach.

Jasper watches me carefully.

Reward

He works his shaft slowly. I bite my tongue, struggling to keep from making a sound. Finally, he murmurs, “You can taste, pet, here...”

Swiping his thumb across his slit, he brings it to my lips. “Open,” he says.

I moan when his thumb presses into my mouth, the taste and smell of him making me thirst for more. Taking a chance, I curl my tongue around his digit, sucking lightly and teasing him the way I would his cock.

He groans in response. “Such a good boy,” he rasps.

I feel a strange sense of pride at his words.

Sting

He leans in, holding my face in both hands before claiming my lips with a demanding kiss. I give him everything I can, wanting so much more. I ache to touch him.

He pulls away.

My hands strain against my bonds as I follow, not ready to end our kiss.

A sharp smack on my thigh brings me up short. I shrink against my pillow at the disapproval in Jasper's eyes.

He climbs onto the bed, straddling my chest, his dick inches from my face. He grips my hair tightly. “Open.”

I obey. He presses his cock into my mouth.

Deny

Rocking his hips, he pulls my hair roughly. “I was going to let you pleasure me, boy. Let you make me come. You just lost that privilege,” he says gruffly, fucking my face.

I'm surprised at the stab of disappointment I feel, my eyes stinging as I realize he won't give me his release now.

Determined, I work to make this good for him, praying he'll reward me after all.

His movements become more relentless as he gets closer, but I take it all. We've had rougher sex.

When I'm sure he's there, he pulls out, denying me – and himself.

Restrain

His eyes are on mine as he regains his control. I find I can't look away. His face is flushed, his hair disheveled, and his eyes are shining brightly, a soft smile teasing his lips.

Jasper cups my face, brushing his thumb along my cheekbone, murmuring, “Good boy.”

My chest releases in relief, but it's short-lived when he says, “You do not have permission to come, pet. Do you understand? Nod, if you do.”

I nod, not daring to speak.

Satisfied, Jasper moves down my body, making sure I feel every inch of him before he settles between my legs.

Metal

Jasper's mouth works its way down my body, teasing me with licks, kisses, and bites. I have to fight to remain still, to stay quiet.

I haven't been given permission to respond. It surprises me just how difficult it is to comply, especially when Jasper licks and sucks my balls.
Oh jesus, fuck!

Balling my hands into fists and scrunching my eyes shut, I take deep, deliberate breaths – or try to, at least.
Please, oh please... fucking hell, Jazz...

Trying not to cry out, I bite my tongue so hard I actually draw blood. The metallic taste helps ground me.

Ache

When he finally pays attention to my aching cock, I could explode there and then, but I'm not allowed. I try to think of something – anything – to keep my mind off the wicked things he's doing to me.

It works. A little.

Jasper's relentless, bringing me to the edge again and again, pausing only to grab the lube and begin prepping me.

A strangled sound escapes me as he brushes my prostate. I could cry, certain I'll be denied now.

Jasper sits up, but keeps pressing against my sweet spot. I'm not sure whether that's a good or bad thing.  

Visual

“Look at me,” he commands.

Stifling another whimper when he taps my prostate again, I open my eyes. He watches me for a moment, never ceasing his teasing of me.
Don't come don't come don't come...
Fuck, please, let me come...

I'm pretty sure that if he keeps this up, I'll explode no matter what, especially when I see the determination on Jasper's face. I'm not sure what it means, but I have a feeling that whatever it is will tax me.

I both dread and want it.

“Do not take your eyes off what I'm doing to you, pet.”

Reprieve

I’m torn between a sigh of relief and a whine of frustration when Jasper pulls his fingers from me.

He moves to untie my legs, massaging them before returning to his previous position. The snap of the lube makes me jump slightly.
Fuck, yes! Please!

Jasper meets my gaze as he strokes himself while telling me how beautiful I look like this. Explaining in detail what the flush covering my body does to him. How proud he is of my obedience.

With his free hand, he teases my aching length before kissing me hard. Grasping both our cocks, he squeezes.

Dam

His eyes burn into mine, and his voice hoarse as he whispers, “Tell me what you want, pet. Beg for it.”

His words break the dam, releasing the flood of words that've been dying to spill from my lips.

“Fuck me. Please, please.... need to feel you... God, please, Ja- Sir! Fill me and fuck me hard.”

The grin of satisfaction on Jasper's face spurs me on as the words keep coming, even after he presses the head of his cock against my entrance.

He pushes forward just enough to tease, stopping the deluge.

“I want to hear you, pet.”

Blur

I give him what he wants, cursing and arching my back as he pushes all the way in one smooth motion. Even with all the preparation, the sting is almost too much.

He pushes my legs up, practically folding me in half, and starts moving, not giving me time to focus on anything other than pain and pleasure as he hits my sweet spot again and again.

“Oh jesus, fuck, Jas- Sir! Oh god oh god....”

My arms strain against my bonds, my head pressing hard into my pillow only to snap back when Jasper smacks my ass in reprimand.

Cry

It's near impossible for me to move, so I'm left watching Jasper as he takes from me what he wants, only giving me what he pleases.

I know how auditory Jasper is, though, so every time his hips snap hard against mine, I cry out.

Every time he rolls them, I moan in delight.

When he wraps his fingers around my cock, I curse and beg, pleading for dear life for him to let me come.

“No,” he pants, eyes glued to mine. “You'll wait, pet, or else.”

“Oh fuck oh god... I c-can't....” I whine.

I'm so damn close.

Frustration

Jasper's movements become faster, more erratic as he chases after his release, all the while denying me mine.

I strain harder against the bonds, not to try to get free, but because it's the only thing I can do to try to control my body. Tears sting my eyes as I hold on for dear life – I’m past the point of knowing or caring how.

“Oh fuck,” Jasper moans, stilling against me.

“No! Oh god...” I cry, unable to stop myself, sure that he's done and I'll be left with what's starting to be a serious case of blue balls.

Precious

Jasper's eyes are closed, but I don’t look away – both because he hasn't given permission and because he's so goddamn beautiful when he comes.

A sob of relief escapes me when he starts moving, his hand flying over my shaft as he kisses me hard.
Please please please, I need to...

His voice is gruff as he whispers the four most precious words ever: “Come for me, pet.”

Before he's even done talking, I explode, crying out a string of curses that would make a sailor blush. I can't remember ever having this intense an orgasm before in my life.

Coax

As Jasper coaxes me through it, he kisses me again and murmurs, “Happy birthday, darlin',” against my lips.

I let out a shaky laugh, capturing his lips with a soft moan. My entire body is a livewire – I don't think I've ever felt better.

That is, until Jasper unties my hands, massaging my arms. The second he's done, I grab him, crushing him to me as I kiss him senseless.

“Thank you,” I murmur.

“Come,” he says, grinning as he gets up, holding out his hand. He leads me to the bathroom for a nice, relaxing soak in the tub.

Relax

As soon as it’s ready, he climbs in the tub and turns to help me. Resting against his chest, I close my eyes and hum, enjoying the warmth soaking into my muscles. I'm sore, but in the best way.

Jasper kisses my temple. “Hope you enjoyed your present, sweetheart.”

I snort, muttering under my breath, “Enjoyed is an understatement.”

Clearing my throat, I turn to look at him, still amazed tonight even happened. “I can't believe you did all that... for me. I thought...”

He shrugs. “I love you,” he says simply.

“I love you, too, Jas. So fucking much.”