Stephenie Meyer owns the characters; although she probably wouldn't recognize them.

This is a continuation of Photoplay - Alternate Ending – Slash Only. If anyone has read The Story of O, it won't be anything like that. But, since it is about Edward's introduction to the world of submission and domination via the incredibly self-assured and mischievous Jasper, I thought it an appropriate title. Hope you enjoy.

Warning – Slash, spanking, boxer briefs, and a brief Bella appearance. Jasper/Edward

EPOV

I woke groggily to the sound of my doorbell ringing and looked at the clock: 9:05am. What the fuck? Who was ringing my doorbell this early on a Saturday?

I hauled myself out of bed and grabbed my boxers, pulling them on as I stumbled through the living room. I should probably put on a T-shirt, or pajama pants, or something but, goddamn it, if they were waking me this early they could hardly expect decorum. Jesus, if it was those Jehovah's Witnesses again I was gonna take the stupid brochure, pull down my shorts, and piss on it while they stood there.

I opened the door.

"Well, well, Sleeping Beauty. It's about time."

Bella was standing there, in jeans and sneakers and her standard grey jacket, tapping her foot and holding a folder under her arm. But my eyes were drawn quickly to the person standing beside her.

It was Jasper, of course, in jeans, motorcycle boots and a black shirt. He had sunglasses on and was holding his leather jacket over one shoulder. That grin I knew so well was spreading over his face. I stood there dumbly as he lowered his glasses and looked me up and down.

"Morning, Edward. You seem happy to see me." He was staring at my crotch.

I looked down at where my shorts did nothing to conceal my sudden, enormous hard on. It had been a week since the photo-shoot; a week since Jasper had spanked me and fucked me and slept entwined in my arms. We'd spoken on the phone several times but, due to school and work, hadn't been able to get together.

"Jasper. Bella. What the fuck?" I rubbed my eyes and ran a hand through my hair. It must look crazy right now.

Bella pushed past me into the house and Jasper followed, somewhat more politely. I moved over to give him room but he winked and brushed the back of his hand over my boxer briefs as he passed.

Fuck.

I honestly didn't mind that Jasper was here. But what did Bella want? I closed the door and followed them into the living room. They sat on the couch and Bella put her folder on the coffee table. Thank god I'd put my stash of 'Muscle Hunks' away. They both would've had a field day with that.

"I want to go over these photos with you both, so that we can agree on which ones I'm going to submit to the magazine." Bella stated. She was staring at my crotch, her eyes wide. Jasper was also staring at my crotch, and licking his lips.

"I'll be right back," I said, heading for my room. I felt like a fucking sirloin steak in a room with two famished Rottweilers.

"Coffee would be nice," Bella called after me.

"Coffeemaker's in the kitchen. Go crazy." I pulled on my jeans. But I couldn't button them up all the way over my swollen dick. Jesus. Why did Jasper have to be so hot? I found a t-shirt that would hang low enough and pulled it on.

When I got back to the living room, Bella had spread the photos all over the coffee table. Jasper was in my kitchen, making a pot of coffee. The sight of him in my kitchen did weird things to me. I got a strange warm feeling in my stomach and a jolt up my cock. I liked it.

I sat down beside Bella and looked at the pictures. "Jesus Christ," I said, covering my eyes.

"Edward, you have a gorgeous ass. You shouldn't be embarrassed. But, why is it so red?"

I heard Jasper laughing in the kitchen.

"Never mind," I whispered.

"I'm kidding, Edward. I know a spanked ass when I see one."

I lowered my hand and glared at her.

"Jasper got a bit frisky, huh?"

"I don't even know what to say to that."

"That's okay. Here, look at this one." She lifted a photo out of the pile and held it up in front of me. It was a shot of Jasper and me, just after I'd come the first time. My head was thrown back on Jasper's shoulder and Jasper's was bent forward as he kissed my shoulder, so our faces were hidden. Jasper's hands were splayed across my abs and my arms were just hanging at my sides. My cock was soft but, luckily, still looked pretty impressive. It was an incredible capture.

"Wow," I said, genuinely impressed.

"I know," Bella replied, obviously pleased with it and with my reaction.

"The camera loves you, Edward," Jasper's whispered voice was suddenly in my ear and his hand came around and tweaked my nipple through my shirt. I moaned and almost popped a button off my fly.

"Jasper, don't distract him. We have to get through these."

"Sorry."

I don't think he was.

He came around the sofa and sat beside me. I tried to pretend his proximity had no effect on me. I failed miserably. Of course, it didn't help that we were looking at pictures of the two of us in flagrante delicto. Shit.

"That's a nice one," Jasper murmured, picking up another photo.

It was from the start of the session. Jasper was pushing my boxer briefs down my thighs and I was on my hands and knees.

"You just like seeing me in that position," I murmured.

Bella laughed.

"I can't deny it," Jasper replied.

We went through the photos, one by one, and agreed on about ten of them that she would submit to the magazine. I picked out a few to keep, including some of Jasper all by himself, and Jasper wanted all of the ones of my rosy ass. Figures.

We each drank a cup of coffee, and then Bella took off, wanting to get back to work on the chosen photos.

I closed the door behind her and turned to Jasper.

"Oh, fuck," I whispered.

He was standing beside the couch and peeling his shirt off over his head. I could see the edge of his snake tattoo and his pierced nipples, which were hard little peaks already. He threw his shirt on the floor and came toward me.

"Edward. Don't look so scared," he whispered.

"I'm not fucking scared," I murmured, backing up against the door. "I just don't know what you're gonna do."

Jasper chuckled.

"Do you want more coffee?" I asked, attempting to distract him.

He was standing right in front of me and I could feel his body's energy.

"No, Edward. I don't want any more coffee," he said slowly, grabbing the hem of my shirt. "Arms up, please."

Why was I so nervous? "Here, I'll get it." I went to take the shirt in my own hands but he stopped me.

"Uh uh. I said, arms up, Edward." He spoke as I were a misbehaving child, and, suddenly, I felt like one. "Listen, Edward. Looking at all those pictures made my dick so hard it's gonna rip through these jeans in a second. Now, you can tell me to fuck off, or you can do what I tell you to do."

I stared at him. My cock was pointing at him like a divining rod. He still had that confident smirk on his face and part of me did want to tell him to fuck off. But the most painful part of me was begging me to just do as I was told.

I raised my arms up and Jasper pulled the t-shirt up over my head. Suddenly, he spun me around, using the t-shirt to restrain my arms, and pressed his body against mine, shoving me against the door. I didn't have time to say anything before his hands started unbuttoning the rest of my flies and he was pushing my jeans down.

Jesus H. Christ.

His boldness knew no bounds. And, apparently, my body didn't care because it wasn't protesting in the least at this rough treatment.

"Oh, fuck yeah …" His voice was in my ear and his hand was gripping my cock through my boxer briefs. "You liked the pictures too, didn't you, Edward?"

I didn't respond right away. My brain was spinning and my body was responding favorably to his aggressive maneuvers.

"Answer me."

"Yes."

He chuckled. "You like this, don't you, Edward?" he murmured, his breath at my ear sending shivers through my traitorous form. He pushed my briefs down and wrapped his hand around my cock.

I groaned. "Yes … Jasper … fuck!"

He chuckled and pressed his own hardness against my naked ass. "Do you want me to fuck you, Edward?" he asked. His voice was soft and gentle, a total contrast to the way he was pinning me.

"Yes," I whispered.

"Louder."

"Yes!"

"Say it."

"I want you to fuck me."

"Where?"

"I want you to fuck my ass."

He laughed. "Well, duh, Edward. I meant, where in your house?"

Oh.

"On the bed?"

"That's very unoriginal, Edward. Can't you think of something better?"

"Okay, then. Fuck me right here."

I felt his smile against my neck. "All right, then. Keep your hands where they are."

I nodded. I felt his hands fumbling with his own flies and pushing his jeans down, and then his naked cock was hot against my ass cheek.

"Oh, fuck," I moaned. "Jasper …"

"Shhh, baby … I know …" He pressed himself against me as his hands slid across my chest and found my nipples. He pinched them roughly and I felt his teeth on my shoulder. No man had touched me like this before and I couldn't fucking believe how good it was.

"So … good," I murmured.

"Shhh." His hands were on my ass then and he backed up. "You know, Edward, it was very naughty of you to answer the door in just your underwear this morning."

Oh. Shit.

"Um … well …"

"You think I want all your neighbors ogling what's mine?"

I shook my head.

"You're right."

Why the fuck was this turning me on so much?

"I'm sorry," I said quietly.

"That's not good enough," he murmured. I felt his hand smoothing over my buttock and then he slapped it, hard.

"Jasper!" I gasped.

"God, I love spanking your ass," he whispered. "But, if you tell me to stop, I'll stop. Do you want me to stop?" His voice was shaking with his own excitement and so was mine when I answered him.

"No."

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