Do I wanna know?

"I can't believe you actually ran away from home." Jasper shook his head, laughing. "And all this time I thought you were a good girl."

"I am." Evangeline said, crossing her arms defiantly. "I just needed a bit of time."

"A bit of time?" He asked incredulously. "You skipped three towns. Where did you even go?"

"I have a lot of friends in a lot of places." She said in a mock-mysterious voice.

"You're such a poser."

"We're both posers, in case you forgot."

It was true, in a way. It was the end of August now, the two of them growing a relationship through the summer. They weren't exclusive or anything, both their parents would go into cardiac arrest, but they had a strong friendship...and great sex.

Evangeline's family had left for a convention that weekend. She couldn't go because she just had so much to study, and she was grounded for life either way. Jasper's parents, on the other hand, were staying at his grandmother's house, leaving the house empty and perfect for the two teenage lovers.

She was a stark contrast in his bedroom. The walls were grey, covered in posters and pictures and phrases written in sharpie. He had three guitars and a keyboard pushed in the corner of his room, with a desk on the other side of his black-sheeted, full bed. Evangeline, with her preppy thigh-high socks and glowing blonde hair, became the emphasis in the room.

"You're pretty." He sighed, leaning back against the pillows.

"Thanks." She said, gracefully falling back next to him, her head on his arm. "So are you."

He frowned. "Stop."

"What?" She asked, looking up at him playfully. "Am I emasculating you?"

"You'll regret this." He warned.

"What if I pinned you down?" She asked, climbing onto him. "Would you be embarrassed?"

He raised his eyebrows at her, looking up into her eyes.

He kissed her chastely before flipping them over, causing her to squeal.

"Jasper!" She pouted, struggling from under his grip. "You couldn't have let me win?"

They wrestled around on his bed for a couple of minutes. Her laughter was infectious, so much so that even he started laughing a bit. He reached his arms around her, tickling her abdomen. She giggled wildly, twisting and trying to squirm away from him, but he had a vice grip.

"Jasper, please stop!" She cried.

"Why?"

"Please, oh my god!" She laughed.

"I'll think about it." He told her, not slowing in his ministrations.

While he kept her busy and scared and laughing, he silently reached out onto his desk, grabbing the pair of handcuffs he had been keeping. Right when her eyes started tearing up, he cuffed her ankle. She stopped laughing for a moment, confused, and in that moment, he attached the other end of the cuff to the bottom post of the bed.

She gasped.

"Jasper you did not."

He sucked in a sharp breath, faking an apologetic look. "But I did."

"Jasper!"

"Evan!" He mocked.

"Unlock it." She deadpanned.

"Just wait a second." He said, getting off the bed and leaving the room, listening to her call after him.

He wasn't gone for more than a couple minutes, just looking through his dad's things to find more handcuffs. Because his dad was a cop, Jasper got all kinds of fun toys to play with.

She kicked and fought him like hell when he cuffed her other ankle to the left bed post. Her legs were now spread wide and she was blushing deeply as she glared at him.

"Now, are you going to be good or should I leave you alone in here for a while?" He asked.

The glare intensified, but she didn't reach out to smack him.

"Good girl," He teased, petting her hair and enjoying her anger. She was always cute when she was mad.

"Would you please explain yourself?" She asked.

"Now you can't run away again." He responded simply before pulling out his phone. "Hey, do you want to see something really funny?"

"What are you?" She asked. "Twelve?"

He clicked his tongue. "Be nice."

Like always, he had thrown her off guard. He sat beside and slightly behind her, as there was plenty of room on the bed. When she realized that he wasn't going to take off her bonds for a while, she decided to just play along and not piss him off, but at the same time, she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of bothering to her.

For twenty minutes they just sat like that and talked until they got bored and started watching a movie on his laptop. She had never seen it before. She was discretely trying to pull down her skirt, as it had rode up so high that a glimpse of her underwear was showing. He noticed and began chuckling. He reached over and flipped her skirt up entirely.

"Jasper!" She hissed, trying to pull it back down.

He shushed her, a wry smile on his face. "Don't talk during the movie."

It didn't take her long to realize that they were watching porn, which embarrassed and turned her on at the same time. She felt his hand lightly trail up her leg, his eyes still fixed on the screen. The two people in the video were having loud, passionate sex, just with the girl tied down. Jasper began to lightly brush his finger over the growing wet spot in her panties. They were both aware now that she was trying to squeeze her legs together, but with her legs spread so wide, she couldn't give herself any relief.

"Jasper, stop teasing me." She said under her breath.

"Why?" He asked innocently. "You're cute when you're frustrated."

Her breath hitched when he slowly dragged his thumb over her slit, as to prove a point that he had her under his control.

"This is fucking painful." She pouted, reaching down to push his hand away.

"Painful?" He questioned. His smirk told her that she said the wrong thing. "Oh, sweetheart, I can make it painful if you want me to."

"No." She said quickly.

"Sorry, Angel. You already put the idea in my head."

She tried again to reach a hand down, except this time so she could give herself a little relief. But again, he pushed her hand away.

"You know, I was really stressed out when you left." He said. "I didn't know if you were okay or where you were... It really worried me. Maybe you should be a little stressed, too."

Despair filled her at the words, but she knew it was best not to stop him. She didn't want him to leave her alone.

For the next ten minutes, he tortured her with soft, tickling strokes to her center. When she tried to buck her hips up to meet his fingers, he chuckled quietly and ordered her to stay put or he'd have to tie her waist down. She knew he would, too, so she tried her best to stay still.

When the man on screen began to eat out the woman, Jasper pulled away, shutting the laptop and putting it back on his desk. He then walked around to the front of his bed, climbing over the posts, and positioned himself between her legs. He slowly peeled her panties down her thighs. Without warning, he passionately kissed her cunt like he would her mouth. She cried out at the sensation. A gesture that would usually just warm her up was now nearly overwhelming. She was so turned on that she almost came immediately. After kissing her dripping pussy for a few seconds, he pulled away and put her panties back on, gently patting on her center to show he was done.

"Jasper!" She whined.

"Do I need to gag you?" He asked, grinning.

Painstakingly slow, he unbuttoned her chambray shirt and she slipped it off her shoulders. He pulled her skirt over her head and tossed it to the ground. Then he smiled as he took his phone out, aiming the back of it at her.

"No!" She cried out, trying to hide herself.

"Just cover your face, sweetheart." He smirked, tapping the screen a couple of times.

"Jasper, please don't take pictures of me." She begged, her face hot with humiliation.

He chuckled in the way that always frustrated her. "And what are you going to do about it?"

She reached out to grab his phone when he moved it close to her panties, taking a picture of the soaked, pretty white lace.

"Hey," He said, giving her a look of mock-sternness. "Don't make me tie your arms down."

"Stop," She said, trying not to whine. "I've learned my lesson, I won't run away again."

"Ask nicely." He said slowly, an evil smile forming at the corners of his lips.

"Please." She added. "Unlock them."

"Aw, sweetheart," He sympathized, petting her hair and fueling her anger. "I'm just getting started."

"No!" She argued. "Stop, I'm serious!"

"Oh, don't be like that." He said, sitting next to her and leaning down to kiss her neck. "And don't pretend like you don't like it."

He teased one of her nipples, his fingertips dancing across her breast.

"See how hard they are?" He asked.

He trailed his hand down her abdomen, slipping his fingers into her panties. She tried to keep from moaning as he rubbed her center, but her soft mewls weren't lost on him. He pulled out his wet fingers, holding them in front of her face before placing them in her mouth. Curious, she sucked, obediently staring into his eyes.

"Good girl," He murmured before pulling his fingers out of her mouth.

Never breaking eye contact, he pushed his hot, wet fingers back into her panties, slipping them into her. She closed her eyes, arching her back. His eyes were blazing and his entire body chemistry had changed. He had suddenly grown possessive again, as he sometimes did when they had intense sex.

He crooked his fingers inside of her, slowly pumping them in and out, leaning in to lay hot, open mouth kisses on her throat. She purred, raveling her fingers in his hair.

"See?" He said. "I'm not that bad."

They continued like this, making out and groping each other as they usually would, just with her tied down. She had unzipped his jeans, his erection growing as she stroked him through his boxers. When she pulled him out and started to massage his cock with her hand, he was in the same, nearly pathetic state as her. He took scissors from his desk, snipping her panties off her hips, reminding himself to buy her new ones later.

She didn't even fight him.

Since they were both obviously ready, he lined himself up with her pussy, stroking his cock up and down her lips for lubrication. While he usually tried to control himself as much as possible, he didn't stop the moan from slipping out of his lips when he thrust into her. And while he also usually started slowly, this time he was already pounding into her pussy, thrusting as quick and hard as his hips would let him. He didn't bother with the gentle abuse he usually inflicted on her clit. While he loved pleasuring her as much as he loved receiving pleasure, he made it clear that what he was doing now was for him, and strangely, that seemed to turn her on more.

Like a gentlemen, he always held off until he had made her come, but today he didn't even try. Within a few minutes he had shot his seed deep into her. Unceremoniously, he climbed off of her, kissing her on the forehead before putting his clothes back on, knowing she wouldn't be able to get herself off.

"That was fun." He said. "We should do this again some time."

"Jasper, what the hell!" She exclaimed angrily. "You're going to blue-ball me?"

He couldn't help but laugh at her word choice.

He then picked up her clothes and folded them, placing them on his bookshelf...on the other side of the room. Then, to her absolute horror, he turned on the light and opened the blinds. If anyone from the street looked into the top window of his house, they would be able to see her naked and lying on the bed.

He chuckled when he saw the terror in her eyes.

"I'll be back in an hour or so." He informed her, kissing her again and stroking her cheek. He could feel her trembling with humiliation, fear, and anger.

"Jasper, what are you doing?" She was glaring daggers into his face.

"Exactly what you did to me last weekend, sweetheart."

He gave her a wave and a smile as he closed the door, listening to her muttering profanities under her breath.

Fuck, he loved her.