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The Forbidden Room by DefinitelyStaying

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Disclaimer: Obviously, I own nothing related to Twilight. This story is rated MA and is intended

for adults over the age of 18. This is a graphic BDSM story- if that's not your thing, read with

caution. If you're under 18, find your entertainment elsewhere.

Summary: Jasper Whitlock found much more than he bargained for when he applied to be

Edward CullenÆs roommate. Why is the room at the top of the stairs off limits? Entering that

room will change JasperÆs life forever. AU/OOC/AH û GRAPHIC LEMON ALERT

Jasper POV

The Ad: 26 year old SWM seeking disciplined roommate to split 5 BR house. Utilities included.

Male pref. Call for appt.

I have been looking for a place to live for weeks now. I couldnÆt stand my roommate at the

dorms, so I told the RA that I needed out. He was a good guy about it, because I knew he

couldnÆt stand my roommate either. I was a senior, and I needed to be able to concentrate in

order to get through my last year. James would bring girls back to the room, scary ones, at all

hours and wasnÆt shy about what he was doing with them. Now, IÆm no prude, but I donÆt

need to see that while IÆm trying to write a ten page dissertation.

I love my sister, but I am so sick of being camped out on RosalieÆs couch. Twins or not, hearing

her and Emmett go at it at all hours of the night hasnÆt been fun. Well, especially since IÆm

between girlfriends now myself. When I came across the ad on campus, I was thrilled. Would I

like to share a 5 bedroom house? Abso-fucking-lutely! I really just wanted to get off my sisterÆs

couch at this point. I picked up my cell phone and dialed the number on the flyer.

ôCullen.ö A terse voice, velvety but strong answered on the second ring.

ôUhm, hi. I saw your flyer posted on campus and was wondering if youÆre still looking for a

roommate?ö I asked shyly.

ôI am. What is your name?ö He asked in that same velvet tone, but it seemed softer now.

ôJasper Whitlock.ö I said quietly.

ôHow old are you?ö

ôIÆm 22.ö

ôDo you drink, smoke, or do any kind of illicit drugs?ö He asked dryly.

ôOccasionally at social functions, no, and no.ö I said, trying not to laugh. The questioning went

on for a few minutes. He wanted to know about my employment status, and plans for after

college. IÆm assuming he wanted to know in order to determine my length of stay. It was almost

like a job interview. But, I guess if someone is going to live in your home with you, youÆd want

to know more about them. IÆd probably want to know more about the guy in the next bedroom

than the guy in the next cubicle. We made plans for me to come by the next day to fill out a

rental application and tour the property. I canÆt imagine that I wouldnÆt like the house, but I

wasnÆt too sure about Edward. He appears to be a little uptight.

The initial meeting went well. Edward seemed to be more comfortable talking in person, and I

found myself starting to like him. He is a good-looking, charismatic guy. I bet he had a lot of

company, of the female persuasion. We agreed on terms, and he decided to allow me to move in

right away at a prorated rate for the month. I was grateful. I didnÆt want to spend another two

weeks with Rosalie and Emmett. Em and Edward helped me move in, and before long we had

established a routine. Edward worked normal banking hours, but I had a slightly more flexible

schedule. Occasionally, one of us would cook and invite the other, but generally we kept to

ourselves.

One thing, however, stuck out in my mind and I just could not get past it. During the tour of the

house, Edward showed me my bedroom and den on the second floor. His bedroom and den were

on the third floor. While I loved having so much space, I couldnÆt help but wonder about the

fifth bedroom. It was at the end of the second floor hallway. When I had asked Edward about it,

he seemed to tense and told me that the room was off-limits. His tone and mannerism suggested

that there was no room for discussion on the matter. I let it drop. But I couldnÆt escape the

feeling that the door appeared to grow each time I looked at it while heading to my room. It

seemed impossibly large now, or it was just the feature of the hallway that garnered the most

attention from me. I found myself staring at it for minutes at a time before going to bed at night.

What could be in there that would make Edward consider it forbidden? Was he running a meth

lab? Was he counterfeiting hundred dollar bills? He appeared to be fairly well-off, and I hoped

that the money wasnÆt from ill-gotten gains.

I wasnÆt sure what to do about my suspicions. Talking to Rosalie was out of the question; she

would just barge in and confront Edward about my concerns. I wasnÆt comfortable enough with

Edward to call him out as a criminal, especially since heÆd been nothing but hospitable to me

since I moved in. So, I watched as my imagination caused the door to grow infinitesimally each

day. I kept my bedroom door open, so I could see if Edward ever entered that room. He did not. I

decided that he couldnÆt be doing anything too horrifying in that room if he never entered it.

Then it happened. One normal Wednesday night, about six weeks after I moved in, I saw a

movement in the hallway. My bedroom door was half open, and I watched as Edward walked

with a petite brunette toward the forbidden door. Her head was down, and her hands were hands

were down at her sides. They didnÆt interact in any way, but he opened the door for her and

then followed her through. Though it made me guilty, I listened intently for a few hours to see if

I could get any kind of clue as to what was going on in the room. I heard absolutely nothing. I

found that odd. I could generally hear classical music coming from EdwardÆs room on the third

floor, but I could hear nothing coming from just down the hall? Why would they be in there and

not speaking, orà Then it hit me, and all of my nervous hesitations came back in full force. The

room was soundproofed.

I never saw the Edward or the girl come back out of the room. It must have been well into the

morning when they emerged, after I had fallen asleep. Edward was at the kitchen table when I

came down for breakfast, looking the way he did every morning. I knew he hadnÆt changed in

the night, only my perception of him had changed. Knowing that our schedules were opposite

today, I found the resolve I needed in myself to check in that room today. I told myself it was

only to make sure that I wasnÆt being involved in something illegal without my knowledge.

Deep down, I knew that it was something more. It was reverse psychology. By telling me that the

room was forbidden, it made me want to enter it that much more. Was he doing this

intentionally? Was he playing with me? Maybe there was nothing at all in the room, and it was a

test. A test that I knew I would ultimately fail.

Edward had been gone for two hours, and I was sitting in my room failing to study for my

abnormal psych midterm. I decided that in the interest of passing my core competency courses, I

had to know one way or the other. If he was doing something I couldnÆt live with, I could

always move back in with Rosie. It wasnÆt an inviting prospect, but it wasnÆt like I didnÆt

have anywhere else to go. I closed the book and set it on my bed. Closing my eyes, I took a deep

breath and found the determination I needed to stand up. I was betraying EdwardÆs confidence

in me by doing this, but I couldnÆt just let it continue. When I got to the hallway, I actually

checked over my shoulder. I didnÆt like this cloak and dagger stuff. I felt like a criminal myself,

breaking into someoneÆs house just by going down the hall and opening the door. When heÆd

taken the girl into it last night, I didnÆt see him use a key, so it must be unlocked. I cringed at

that. He trusted me, thatÆs why he didnÆt lock it. If there were truly something horrible going

on in that room, wouldnÆt he lock the door?

I reached the end of the hallway with mounting trepidation. I really didnÆt want to do this, but I

knew I had no choice. If I ever wanted to be able to concentrate on something other than this

door again, I needed to know. I put my hand on the knob, and looked over my shoulder once

again. Finally, I tried the knob. It turned easily in my hand, and I pushed the door open.

A/N: This is the first installment of an example in the new D/s Birthday Contest, co-hosted by

DefinatelyStaying and TheSpoiltOne. The contest will start on February 17, 2009 and run

through March 17, 2009. For details, please check the profile for DefinatelySpoilt. There is a link

on my profile. Good luck to all of the authors who choose to enter - I look forward to your

submission.. I mean submissions.

Disclaimer: Obviously, I own nothing related to Twilight. This story is rated MA and is intended

for adults over the age of 18. This is a graphic BDSM story- if that's not your thing, read with

caution. If you're under 18, find your entertainment elsewhere.

I reached the end of the hallway with mounting trepidation. I really didnÆt want to do this, but I

knew I had no choice. If I ever wanted to be able to concentrate on something other than this

door again, I needed to know. I put my hand on the knob, and looked over my shoulder once

again. Finally, I tried the knob. It turned easily in my hand, and I pushed the door open.

Chapter 2 û The Decision

I gasped as I looked around the tastefully designed room. That it held different types of bondage

equipment was evident. The leather padded tables, chairs, and benches were handsomely

designed and placed strategically throughout the room. There was an understated audio and

video center on one wall with several cabinets that I assumed held CDs and DVDs. The opposite

wall consisted almost entirely of hooks and shelves where other equipment was stored. Just in a

cursory glance, I saw handcuffs, paddles, and several candles. A shiver ran through me as I

glanced around again. Now that I knew it wasnÆt anything illegal, I had to get out of here before

I was found out.

Making sure to eat early, I hid in my room like a child when Edward came home. I just couldnÆt

face him after what IÆd done. I had exposed a private side of Edward that he never intended for

me to discover. To pass the time, and try to distract myself, I re-read the essay I would be

handing in on Monday. As I was polishing the citation page, a knock sounded on my door.

Edward had never knocked on my door before. He knew. My heart rate increased exponentially,

and I began to breathe faster as I got up to open the door. Maybe he just wanted to share dinner.

That happened from time to time. I couldnÆt jump to conclusions. I had to get a hold of myself.

I took a deep breath and then answered the door.

Immediately, my eyes went to his and I knew. His eyes held a spark I hadnÆt seen before, but

his face was expressionless. My eyes fell, and the guilt rolled over me. I knew I was going to

have to make it up to him, I just wished I knew how.

ôFollow me.ö He said in an even, yet authoritative tone. I had no choice but to let him lead me

out of my bedroom. I was surprised when he led me toward the end of the hall and into the room.

I had not expected to ever come in here again. He walked back to the far wall and opened the

heavy curtains. The fading sunlight streamed into the room, and Edward stood gazing out over

the grounds at the rear of the house. I started to become edgy, why didnÆt he just get on with it?

What was the point in making me wait? I didnÆt want to risk his temper any more than

necessary, so I kept quiet just watching him. Finally, he turned around and spoke.

ôI asked you specifically not to come in to this room.ö He said slowly, and I nodded. I looked

down again, not wanting to see his disapproval. He reached out tentatively, and lifted my chin

with his fingers. He looked into my face for an immeasurable period. I donÆt know what he

found there, but he seemed to come to a decision.

ôIt seems that you have a choice to make.ö He said finally, and I looked up. ôYou can either be

naked and waiting for me in this room on Saturday at nine am, or you can be out of the house by

the end of the month. I will fully refund your deposits, and we will part amicably.ö He turned

then and opened the door. I couldnÆt even wrap my mind around the questions I wanted to ask

him. My face must have betrayed my shock and terror at his ultimatum. He said nothing as he

passed and I went back to my room.

My eyes never closed that night, and I couldnÆt face my Friday class. I stayed in my room

contemplating my decision. Again, there was no one I could discuss it with. Rosalie would be

horrified, and I couldnÆt tell any of my friends that my roommate wanted me to become some

kind of boy toy. If I were completely honest with myself, I knew that I didnÆt want to leave. In

the six weeks that I had lived here, this had become my home. Until last night, Edward had been

the perfect roommate. I didnÆt want to give this up. As I allowed myself to think about the other

choice, the choice where I stay, my cock twitched. I couldnÆt understand that, IÆd had about a

dozen girlfriends in my life. A few of those girlfriends had been adventurous, so IÆd played the

games. I was the doctor, the teacher, and I even tied a couple of them up û but that was nothing

compared to this. I had never even thought about another guy in a sexual manner. Realizing the

dynamic of the relationship I was considering, I wondered if I would even be capable of

becoming aroused with a man. What if I couldnÆt? I would be humiliated, and then forced to

leave. Why couldnÆt I have just minded my own fucking business?

Saturday morning dawned and after coming to a decision, I had finally slept. I stayed in the

shower longer than really necessary, but it helped to calm me. My nerves were on edge now,

wondering what EdwardÆs reaction would be. Glancing at the clock, I saw that it was now 8:45.

I closed my eyes, and took several deep breaths. I didnÆt see the need to dress, so at 8:55 I

opened my bedroom door and walked down the hall to the room. Edward wasnÆt there yet, as I

knew he wouldnÆt be. He would make me wait. He would draw out my torment, forcing me to

stand naked in this room that honestly frightened me. Looking around at the different equipment,

I thought of a hundred different ways he could torture me in here. IÆm sure he already knew

each one.

I closed the door to the room, and folded the towel I had wrapped around my waist. Thankfully,

it was warm, but my nipples hardened anyway. There were no clocks in the room, and my

anticipation was almost tangible as I waited for Edward. Remembering my guess about the room

being soundproof, I was unsurprised that I couldnÆt hear anything on the other side of the door.

I felt awkward. I didnÆt know what to do with my hands. I didnÆt know if I should sit

somewhere, or stand. Looking around, I couldnÆt force myself to sit on one of the chairs or

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