Thirteen

I wake up in the morning with a splitting headache, the lights too bright against my eyes and my whole body protesting whenever I move. I feel like I am about to die. My only consolation is that I've woken up in Jasper's bed. But he's not in it with me and then last night all comes flooding back to me. He was so angry.

I can hear him in the shower so I wait in bed, trying to adjust my eyes to the bright light and not throw up every time my head spins. The water turns off and a moment later the bathroom door opens. Jasper comes to stand by the bed, "Get up."

I sit up slowly and then obediently slide out of bed and stand in front of him. He's more collected than last night, but I can still see the anger in his eyes.

"Do you have any idea how irresponsible you were last night?" He asks, his voice low, "Not only did you have way too much to drink, but you had no way of getting home safely and no one to look after you. Anything could have happened."

"I'm sorry." I say.

"What would have happened if I hadn't been there to save you from your stupid decisions?" Jasper demands.

"Look, I said I'm sorry! It was just a high school party." I say, growing annoyed at Jasper's reaction, "Don't pretend you never partied in high school. It's not that big of a deal."

Jasper's eyes flash at my tone, "Excuse me?"

I just stare at him in defiance.

Jasper sits down on the bed.

"Come here." He says, his voice ice cold.

I take a tentative step towards him and he grabs me, pulling me across his lap. He pushes up the shirt I'm wearing and pulls down my underwear, leaving my ass exposed and stuck up across his lap. Without another word, he brings his hand down across my butt hard with a thwack. I squeak at the pain. Jasper has spanked me before, but I wasn't expecting him to strike me quite so hard. I can feel a sting where his hand just was.

He smacks me again, right in the same place which intensifies the sharp stinging. He spanks me over and over, until my ass is so sore tears threaten my eyes. I stay quiet. His hand finds every sensitive part of my flesh, and I know that my skin must be turning bright red. He'd been punishing me in silence, but he finally says.

"You do not speak to me that way." He says, delivering another sharp smack to the underside of my butt, "Your behaviour was irresponsible and dangerous and you will not behave that way again."

His hand hits my ass one last time before he stands me up to face him. I quickly blink away any moisture in my eyes and meet his gaze.

"For the next few days every time you sit on your raw, red ass, the pain can remind you to behave better in the future." He says, "Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Sir." I say quietly. I think that he's done with me, but then he starts reprimanding me again.

"You have no idea how badly that situation could have turned out, Alice." He says, "If you'd gotten into a car with someone, if you'd passed out, if someone had taken advantage of you, if you had-"

Jasper stops because I suddenly can't stop myself from crying any longer and I burst into tears. He stares at me for a second. He's never seen me cry like this before, and he knows it's not a response to his punishment. The anger is gone from his eyes in a second and he pulls me into his arms, settling me across his lap so I can sob into his chest.

"What's wrong?" He asks softly, but I can't speak, "Please tell me what's wrong."

I shake my head.

"Did something happen?" He asks, but this only makes me cry harder, "Alice, please."

"I- can't-" I say between sobs, burying my face in his t-shirt.

"Alice, you can tell me anything." He says, his voice soft and coaxing.

"You'll be mad at me." I whisper into his chest, so quietly I don't think he could have heard me.

"I won't be mad at you." He says, "I promise."

I don't know how he can promise that without knowing what happened, but when I glance up into his eyes he looks sincere.

"It's...it's nothing, really," I say quietly. Jasper waits for me to go on. "Mike was just...saying some things and...and he kept trying to touch me and kiss me and he wouldn't stop so I had to run from him but I swear I told him to stop and I didn't want it and I'm so so sorry."

The end of my words come out in a rush and I'm sobbing again.

"Hey," Jasper says, lifting my face to his, "You do not apologise for this. This is not your fault."

"But I-" I begin.

"No." Jasper cuts me off, "You did nothing wrong."

He stands up, making for the door.

"I'm going to kill Newton though." He says.

"No!" I jump up, trying to catch his arm, "Please, Jasper, leave it." I try and pull him back but he's stronger and just ends up dragging me across the floor, "Please don't make this worse..."

He stops finally, turning back to me and pulling me into his arms, "I'm so sorry this happened to you."

I collapse into his chest and cry until I think there's no water left in my body. At some point he carries me over to the bed and lays down with me, his arms engulfing me as I sob.

I fall asleep like that and don't wake up until hours later. Jasper's arms are still around me, his hands absently stroking my hair. I look up to find him watching me.

"Hi." I say sleepily.

"Hi." He says back.

"What's the time?" I ask.

"Three in the afternoon." Jasper tells me, then reluctantly asks, "Do you need to go home today?"

I shake my head. I was supposed to be staying at Bella's all weekend, so my parents wouldn't suspect anything.

Bella.

A flash of emotion rips through me, somewhere between hurt and anger. She'd left me last night. She'd gone God knows where with Edward and left me alone at the party, too drunk to look after myself and with nowhere to go. She hadn't even texted me.

I'm pulled out of my thoughts when Jasper asks, "What do you want to do today?"

I smile at him, my anger melting away as I focus on the feel of his skin against mine, "Just this. I just want to lie here with you."

"Then that's what we'll do." Jasper says.

He pulls me closer to him and I tuck my head into the crook of his shoulder, sighing in contentment. His hands absentmindedly stroke me, trailing down my side and brushing the skin under his shirt, which I still wear. The feeling of his cool hand on my bare skin makes me shiver, and he freezes, his hand hovering over my waist.

"I'm sorry." He says suddenly, "I didn't think. I shouldn't...I mean, is this okay?"

I look up at him in confusion and then register the look on his face. I offer him a smile and take his hand in my own, guiding it back down to my waist.

"I don't...after what happened, I don't want you to feel..." He trails off, trying to find the words.

"Jasper." I murmur softly, taking his face in my hands, "I only ever feel safe with you."

He looks at me doubtfully, so I tilt my head up and plant a sweet kiss on his lips, "I'm okay. I promise."

His face noticeably sags in relief at the words and he kisses me back, his lips soft against mine. Soon our hands are in each others hair, the kiss deepening from sweet to passionate. Desire courses through me, needing to be closer to him that our physical bodies will allow. He pulls his borrowed shirt over my head, leaving me bare as his hands run over my chest. Then he flips me to lie on my back so he is on top of me.

I squeak in pain as my butt meets the mattress, a stinging reminder of Jasper's punishment this morning. Realising what's happened, Jasper rolls us so I'm lying on top of him instead. He looks up at me with a frown.

"I wouldn't have been so hard on you if I'd known," He says, "But I stand by my punishment. It was irresponsible for you to drink so much, and I shouldn't have to be woken up in the middle of the night to collect you in that state."

"I'm sorry." I whisper.

"I'm still glad you called me." Jasper says, his hand trailing the side of my face and wiping my sad frown away, "You can always call me when you need help, and I will always be there for you. Understand?"

I nod.

"But you're not going to go and get drunk again, are you?" He asks, tilting my head so I have to meet his gaze.

I sigh, "No. I don't...I didn't plan for it to happen. I was just..."

"What?" Jasper prompts when I trail off.

I look away from him then.

"I was just trying to be a normal high schooler, like you said." I admit.

Jasper raises an eyebrow, "That's not quite what I had in mind."

"I know." I sigh.

Jasper pulls me back into him, his arms wrapping around me, "Maybe it's time we admit you're not a normal high schooler. Normal high schoolers don't date their teachers."

"Normal high school teachers don't look like Greek Gods." I murmur into his chest, which makes him laugh.

"Would you be happier?" He asks, serious again, "If you were dating some high school Senior who could take you to prom and give you his letterman jacket to wear?"

"No." I said softly, and then I snort, "Can you see me in a letterman jacket?"

"No, I suppose not." Jasper laughs.

"It wouldn't go with any of my outfits." I say, then I lean up on my elbows so I can look him in the eye, "I couldn't be happier with anyone in the world than I am with you."

He looks doubtful still, so I drop my head to his neck and place several kisses trailing up to his ear, where I whisper, "Want me to show you?"

His hands tangle into my hair with a moan as I grind my hips against his crotch. My lips work at his neck and earlobe whilst I softly trail my fingertips over his body, a barely-there touch across his chest and arms, finding their way to his hips. I can feel his dick hardening underneath me as I kiss him deeply.

"I love everything about us," I murmur against his lips, "I love how well you know me. I love the way you take care of me. I love how you know exactly what to say to make me laugh. I love how you fuck me."

At this, my hand finds his dick and he lets out a soft moan as I stroke it, his eyes shining up at me. He's letting me have control in this moment, but I know he wants nothing more than to grab me and fuck the life out of me.

"I love you," I tell him, "And I wouldn't trade you for anyone."

And then I smirk at him.

"Besides," I say, "I've seen pictures of you in high school...you're a lot sexier now."

That is the end of me having control. Jasper's eyes flash with dominance.

"You cheeky little..." He mutters, grabbing me and pinning me on the bed on my stomach.

My underwear is gone and his dick is inside of my already wet pussy. I gasp in pleasure as he thrusts in and out of me, his hands raking across my back. He fucks me until I scream and then he fucks me some more.