TITLE: The Price Of Anger
SUMMARY: Edward and Rosalie have just found out why Edward's room is such a mess. Punishments abound!
PAIRINGS: Edward/Bella, Emmett/Rosalie
WARNING: XXX rated. Bit of bondage. Hardcore sex. Just another typical PSV fic! Plus, Steven is back!
A/N: Dedicated to gossipcullen who implanted this bunny. I hope it plays out as you wanted!
I know the Isabella thing is what Emmett does…but it worked here with Edward purring her full name. You'll see what I mean…
Right, well, Edward and Rosalie have just come back from their little hunting trip…and have just found out why Edward and Bella needed their room rebuilding! They aren't happy bunnies. So, they put their vampire heads together…and decide to punish their naughty, naughty partners…
ENJOY! AND REVIEW!!
EdwardPOV
I stood in the doorway of our room, my jaw hanging open. What the fuck happened? My music! My books! They're not in order, they aren't where they should be, they're all over the place, the walls are damaged, there's a hole in the window, the ceilings got huge cracks in it, and what the fuck has happened to my couch? Did Bella and Emmett get high?! Can vampires get high?!
"BELLA!"
"Yes, darling?"
"What happened to our room?" I recognize that expression on her face. If she was human she'd be scarlet in the face. "What. Did. You. Do?!" I snarl through gritted teeth. She looks determinedly at the ceiling. I growl.
RPOV
"Emmett, baby, what happened to your jeans?" I look at them, puzzled by the fact that a perfectly serviceable (not to mention my favourites) pair of jeans that were perfect three days ago are now in shreds.
"Uh - I - I got into a fight with a grizzly." I narrow my eyes at him.
"When?"
"Uh - the day before you all came home."
"No you didn't Emmett. Your eyes are the wrong colour to have hunted."
"I uh - I didn't hunt."
"So you expect me to believe that you got into a fight with a grizzly - and you didn't hunt it?"
"Gotta go." He flees. I storm towards Bella and Edward's room, intending to take it out with her. Blondes aren't so dumb, no matter what they say. I'm not stupid. I can put two and two together and make four.
I bump into Edward.
"Is Bella around?"
"Is Emmett around?" We snarl simultaneously. He nods at me to go first.
"I want to know why Emmett's jeans are wrecked."
"And I want to know why our room is wrecked!"
"They wrecked your room?"
"Yes, they did, and Bella is rather stupid about it. And she's also disappeared."
"Now that's funny - so has Emmett."
We talked about it for a long time. And we figured it out. Especially after Edward ran after Peter and Charlotte and got that image of Bella in only her underwear and his shirt - and we got it. We howled with laughter for a long, long time. All we had to do was look at Emmett's jeans and we'd start again. It just seemed so unlikely! Bella hates Emmett - or seems to, and Emmett always seems to take delight in pissing her off to the point where she storms out the house. And now they've shagged each other so hard Edward and Bella need their room rebuilt.
Oh dear God, that's funny.
When we'd calmed down, we discussed what we were going to do. It wasn't like we were bothered about the cheating - monogamy isn't really that important in the Cullen house (look, after a century of the same person, it gets…routine. Don't look at me in that tone of voice, you'd get bored too.) and so it isn't an issue. No, we just want to have a little fun.
And I want an excuse to tie Emmett to a chair and tease him till he's begging me to let him fuck me. Because the sex is just fantastic. And Edward wants to do bondage with Bella, and this seems like the perfect opportunity. So we call them.
"Emmett, it's Rose."
"Look, Rose, about the jeans…it wasn't a grizzly. I uh - I introduced Bella to the Cullen family policy on monogamy, and why it is a bad thing."
"I know, Emmett, it's OK. Me and Edward sort of figured that one out."
"So, you aren't mad that she ruined your favourite jeans? Cause she is sorry, y'know. She's just too scared to say it to your face."
"Well, yeah I am a little mad at her - you looked so good in those jeans."
"But she's OK to face you?"
"Yeah, I won't hurt her, I promise. But, you see, Emmett, I have this little problem…"
"What is it?"
"Well, I just remembered what you look like naked…and now I'm like, horny…and I was wondering…if you'd come home…and do that thing you do that makes me feel better?"
"I'm on my way - five minutes." He hangs up with a quiet click. I smirk as I look at myself in the mirror. The black corset hugs my figure, the leather heels lengthen my legs and the hold up stockings leave inches of tantalising thigh to tease him with. I'm going to make him suffer. Who says dead men can't have heart attacks?
EdwardPOV
"Bella?"
"Edward, I swear, I didn't set out to fuck Emmett, it just kinda happened!"
"Oh, Bella." I purr. I actually hear her swallow. "You think I'm just going to let it go? You could have destroyed my music collection…you were a very, very bad girl. And bad girls must be punished, Isabella." Did she just moan?
"I will be two minutes." She hangs up. And I sit back in the chair and wait, quietly.
She comes through the door to the study, having found the note downstairs telling her to do so. I would have done this in our room, but hey, she wrecked it.
"Come in Bella." The room is darkened, but I know she'll still be able to see me, sitting behind the desk, waiting. Waiting for her. Her eyes settle on me. I see them glow in the darkness. Amber. Beacons. God, she's beautiful.
"Come here Bella. Come to me." She crosses the room swiftly, coming to a stop in front of me, her legs bare under her pointlessly short skirt, her shirt half unbuttoned already. I can see the lace edge of her bra. "Have you been a bad girl, Isabella?"
"Yes." She all but breathes at me.
"You will call me 'Sir' tonight, Bella."
"Yes…Sir." I reach out and clasp my hand around her wrist. I pull her closer, so she's pressed up against my knees. I run one hand up her thigh, stopping at the hem of her skirt.
"Look at this Bella. You call this clothing? Is this how you seduced Emmett? Dressing like a slut? You can see your bra here," I say, pressing one long finger to her cleavage, just above the button on her blouse. She inhales sharply, but doesn't answer, her eyes flaring with lust. "Answer me, Bella." I growl the demand.
"Yes, Sir. Although, I was wearing jeans when Emmett fucked -"
"That will do." I say, making my voice cold. She falls silent immediately. "Good girl," I say, caressing her thigh. I feel her relax - and I act.
I circle her. She's tied down, spread out, waiting for me. She hasn't even tried to escape. I tear her clothes away, leaving her naked and at my mercy. I stroke her pussy, slowly, torturously. She writhes. Moans. I caress her clit. She bucks her hips, moaning.
"No, Isabella, you must stay still," I whisper to her. I trail my fingers, just lightly, over stomach, breasts, hips, legs, face, lips. She whimpers. "You don't make a sound now." She bites on her bottom lip, and her eyes flutter closed. "Look at me Isabella." Her eyes fly open.
"Edward," she moans.
"You call me Sir!" She jumps at my raised voice. I slap her hip. She bites her bottom lip, trying to obey me, to not make a sound. But her eyes widen as I pick up the whip I'd lain on the desk. And I see them flare, and then go black. The slap of leather on skin echoes round the study. I grab her hair in one hand and yank her head to the side, devouring her neck with my mouth. I bite, enough to make her feel me, feel the venom, feel the sting. She writhes. I let the whip trail over her pussy, and she tenses, goes rigid. I recognize the expression on her face. "You don't come till I tell you to." She whimpers. I slap her face, letting go of her hair. "NO SOUND!" I bark. I hit her again, the whip making delicious sounds as it connects with her skin. My erection is pressing against my pants, begging for release, so hard it hurts. I straddle her hips, and drop the whip. I can do more with just my hands. I slap her again. I pull her breasts, enjoying the way her nipples perk at the least touch. I pinch them, and she doesn't seem to be able to help moaning. "You like this, don't you? Being tied up and spread out, being dominated like the submissive little whore you are. You like it - see how wet you are," I say silkily, reaching behind me and slipping a finger into her passage. I hold my finger up so she can see it. "Look at this. So wet, so very wet. You're nothing but a wanton slut, Isabella! Do you like this? Answer me!"
"Yes…Sir, please…Sir…"
"Please what, Isabella?"
"Sir…please…I need you inside me…I need to come Sir…I need you," she whimpers.
"You're my wanton little slut Isabella, do you understand me? You're mine and after tonight, you'll never want another man. You're mine, aren't you, little slut?"
"Yes, Sir…I'm yours, I'm your wanton little slut!" She screams in frustration. I love her, fucking hell, I love her when she's like this, right on the edge, ready to come from the slightest little thing. I wriggle up her body, grappling with the zipper on my jeans. I get myself out. Her eyes flash again - but this time it isn't with lust, it's with a smirk. Her lips curve and she deliberately licks her lips.
"Suck me," I command. I lean over her mouth, and she takes me eagerly, her tongue, teeth, lips, all moving together, all caressing me in the way only Bella can.
BPOV
If I could hate him, I would. He knows how close I am, how wet I am, how tightly coiled I am waiting for him, desperate for him, needing him like addicts need drugs. If I don't get him, I'm sure I will explode. But right now, I can't focus on annoyed.
I can only focus on my desire, on his obvious need, and I intend to exploit him, bring him to the edge tease him like he teased me.
EPOV
God, she's a sin. If vampires get heaven, then this will be mine. Bella, Bella, all Bella, focused entirely on her, on my wanton girl, the girl who can make me feel so fucking good with just one touch. I feel the tightening in my balls. I'm going to come. And then she stops. Her mouth stops moving. I glower at her, and pull away. My hand closes round her throat. Her body arches towards me.
"I never gave you permission to stop, Isabella."
"Sir…I…you…need…god…need you to fuck me!" I position myself between her spread legs, rubbing her clit roughly. She tries to get closer. I put my hand on her stomach to hold her down, and lick, my tongue delving between her folds, her juices running down my chin, flowing into my mouth. God, she tastes so good. She shrieks, curses, writes under my hands, her skin almost burning. And then she comes, screaming my name, arching off the desk. I take everything she gives me, and then I kiss her, letting her taste herself on my mouth. She kisses me back with enough passion to set my skin on fire. Never mind her, I can't hold on any longer. I position myself, and thrust into her. With a scream that could have shattered glass, she breaks the ropes and wraps arms and legs around me. She yanks my head down to hers, crushing our lips together and battling for dominance. I win, and she surrenders her mouth to mine. She brings her hips up to meet mine, I hit a spot inside her, and she clamps down around my cock like a vice. I can't hold back, and I bellow a curse as I join her.
My arms won't support me, and she wraps her arms around me, kissing my forehead.
"I'll have to be bad more often…Sir."
A/N:Rose and Emmett have to wait until the next chapter. I don't think I could handle having them both at the same time *phew*. Can you please review, telling us what you think? The next chapter will be much the same, except Rosalie will be the dominate one…
Trust me people, it will be lemon tart, with lemon ice-cream and a generous helping of lemon sauce. Don't know when I'll get it up, but it is my priority!
Review please!
Oh, and I need a little help…
I'm writing an Emmett/Jacob story…but when that is finished, I'm going to begin work on a story focused on Bella and Alice…who are street prostitutes, forced to work by a violent and sadistic pimp. Alice tries to run, and gets killed by the pimp. Bella is snatched from the streets by the cops…but her pimp is not far behind. Placed into witness protection, DI's Carlisle and Emmett are her guards.
The help I need is thus:
1) Which one does she get together with, or is it another Cullen OR Jacob OR should she stay single?
2) What's her pimps name?
3) Suggest a title.
Can you not review answering these questions, but PM me instead? If you don't, I guess I'll manage *looks sad*, but I'd like your help.
So review, tell me what you thought of the Edward dom!!