Chapter Two
EPOV
I had not been back to the place it all started for four years. I had been to Seattle, but not to The Rose Den in all that time. When I walked into Rosalie's club, what had been our Uncle's many years ago, I had felt out of place. The club visit had been intended as a short break from three busy days of paperwork and legal affairs. Instead, it felt like I was some celebrity; everyone stared at me, expecting a great scene. I was not interested in taking some waif to the floor and entertaining everyone. I was here to relax and more than ready to return home to my beloved, Bella.
It was rare she did not accompany me, but our doctors thought she should stay in bed for the last few weeks of pregnancy. The cerclage was holding, and the contractions had subsided, but to ensure the health of our daughter, Bella was making a six week sacrifice by staying in bed. This business deal was necessary to our financial future, or I never would have left our Arizona home.
Uncle Aro gave Rosalie and Emmett his club and business ventures in Seattle when they married. To Bella and me, he gave his vacation home and made me his partner in the business he had started with my father. My mother, Elizabeth Masen, had married Carlisle when I was seven, two years after my father died suddenly of a heart attack. Edward Senior's death had been a blow to my uncle and their agency.
Carlisle adopted me when I was ten, only after I had demanded he allow me to use his name. I guess I was always the one who needed to be in charge. On my eighteenth birthday, Aro had introduced me to the world he ran in his spare time. I watched, memorized the scenes, and adored the Masters, Mistresses, Dominas, Doms, as well as the Subs they brought to such amazing heights of pleasure. They taught me, trained me thoroughly, having me perform in The Rose Den and other clubs of my uncle's.
A Dom is the ultimate pleasure-giver. We demand, request, order, and provide pleasure and pain, but it is ultimately for the benefit of our Submissive. I'm not saying I have never solely spanked Bella simply because I wanted to see my hand print upon her ass, but it is a part of the power play. I am the Master in our relationship, but she holds the key to my heart. She wears a collar, but I have her signature branded on the skin above my heart.
To ease my Sub's concerns in our romantic relationship, I do not play with other females, outside of an occasional spanking if Bella and I are hosting a spanking party or one of the Dominas from Uncle's circle of friends when I feel the desire to give up the reins of control for a few hours. When Bella asked me to bring Seth home from the club, to consider taking him on as a permanent, or at least long-term, sub, I was floored. I honestly did not know what to say to her or him.
Seth was beautiful. From the moment he dropped down beside me to take my order through when he looked up at me with adoring eyes and whispered "yes, Master," I was smitten. His older sister had dated one of my Subs, and I had seen him occasionally at Rosalie's events, including my birthday celebration where Rosalie had brought him to her home as a server. Seth's gift was simple, but had gone into my wife's jewelry box for safe keeping. The moonstone had a wolf's head hand-painted onto it, with my initials applied painstakingly in gold-leaf. The entire piece was rimmed in silver with a small clasp on each side so that it could be turned into a pendant.
Or a collar, I mused as Seth fidgeted in the seat beside me.
I had taken him from the Club, whispering to my cousin that she would need to clean the chaise, and had pushed him out into waiting Town Car. Seth had been overwhelmed, for lack of a better word. He was outwardly calm, yet there was a shimmer of fear hidden beneath the surface. I feared he was regretting the decision to accompany me home. When we had gone into his home, I gave a brief greeting to Leah and followed Seth to his bedroom while he packed.
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"If you are having second thoughts, we can call this off without any hard feelings, Seth." I rested my hand on the back of his neck and massaged lightly. "What is said in the heat of the moment often goes sour in the mind once you encounter the real world. If you need time to consider my offer, I would be glad to send a travel voucher for you to fly down when you wish. Or, if you prefer, this could be for just a few days, to let you see what my life with Bella is like."
He turned to face me, smiling, although he did not look at me. "Thank you, Master; I have no second thoughts. I want to go with you. I have dreamed of you since the first time I saw you. My only concern is in how anyone else may compare to you after you have finished with me, Master." His eyes were downcast as he spoke, and a faint blush warmed his cheeks.
Yes, he would look beautiful kneeling beside my Bella, if this works out in the long-term.
"How long have you wanted me, Seth?" I asked while he folded two pair of pajama pants and t-shirts into his suitcase. When he reached for underwear I shook my head. They were not allowed.
"You were a senior in High School, Sir. I was an assistant for the freshman team at a different school when I was in 8th grade. There was a swimming meet, and I saw you stretching out and warming up. That was when I first realized I was much more interested in men than women."
His shyness after our fucking was almost endearing. "Tell me, Seth," I moved my lips to just beside his ear, "did you come home that night, to this bed, and stroke your cock while thinking of me?"
Seth simply nodded as he tried not to move. I could feel the tension in his muscles as he fought his reawakening desire. It was time for the first lesson. "I said 'tell me,' Seth. I want you tell me just how you stroked your cock that night. No, I think I want you to show me."
His eyes lifted momentarily to the open door and then his fingers hesitantly moved to his waistband.
"If you don't want to be caught, I suggest you come quickly, Seth."
"Y-y-yes, Master."
Seth crawled up onto the bed, over his suitcase, and lay down on his side. His face was mostly buried by the pillow, but it seemed to be for comfort, not embarrassment. I moved between Seth and the door. While I wanted to show him his place early on in our relationship, I also did not wish him any unintentional discomfort.
"Tell me, Seth, did you think about what it would feel like to have my cock inside you, while you masturbated?" He coated his hand in saliva as I stage-whispered my words. My cock had been given enough time to recover, and swelled inside my pants as I watched his hand slide up his shaft, twisting at the head before pushing down, allowing the mushroom cap to thrust through his fingers before repeating the motion.
I watched impassively, inwardly enjoying the show he put on for me. "When I was in high school, I bought a dildo that I pretended was you, Master. I used my sister's credit card." His eyes closed as he tried to stay quiet beyond his words. "I fucked myself with it nightly in the bathtub, dreaming you took me in the school pool."
Now, I knew what he wanted and could build from that. "Bella and I have a pool, Seth. If you are a good boy, perhaps I will bend you over the side."
He grunted as his whole body curled up tightly and pulsed with tremors. His hands were covering the head of his cock, and when they opened, were covered in the viscous globs.
"Lick them clean, Seth." Without hesitation, he lifted his hands to his mouth. His tongue scraped along his palms as a kitten would eat food, licking up his come. "Good boy," I said and patted him on the head.
"Finish packing your bags, and I will meet you in the living room."
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"We're almost there, Seth. Bella's mother will be at the house when we arrive. You may ignore her altogether or respond as you desire. Her considerations are of no concern to me. I will show you to the room that Bella had our housekeeper prepare for you. It adjoins with ours so I may call you any time I wish for your companionship." I sipped on my glass of champagne as I imagined Renee's eyes were she to walk in on Seth bathing me in the large three person tub at a later date. Yes, perhaps that would be in order.
"Sir?" Seth waited until I nodded to continue. "You commented on wanting me with your wife. If she is on bed rest-" The rest of his question went unasked.
"Isabella is on medically ordered bed rest. She is not allowed to have any stimulation, including by herself. That is why she invited me to bring you home. After our daughter is born, I know there will be several weeks without sex, as well; if we are even awake enough to feel desire." After I finished my glass of champagne, I set the goblet into its holder. "To answer the other half of your question- yes, I do wish to see you with my Bella. It would please me greatly."
"Yes, Master."
I was beginning to really like the way he said that.
"Seth, one last thing," I said as we pulled up to my home; "Our safe word is 'Edward.' If you need to stop, even if just to step back and refocus on what is going on, simply say my name instead of 'Master' or 'Sir' and I will stop immediately. You will not be punished for using it, ever. I hope that I am able to read your body language well enough to know your comfort levels before we would reach the point of needing your safe word." I looked out the tinted glass and saw my gated home looming before us. "Welcome to my home."
Renee was dismissed shortly after we arrived with a courteous, yet brief, 'thanks' for keeping Bella company while I was away. My mother-in-law did not approve of my relationship with her daughter and knew of my reputation. She took one look at Seth and resumed my least-favorite persona, the Nosy Ice Bitch Queen. I sent her on her way with a promise to call should anything come up and an invitation for Sunday supper.
Seth wandered around his room, unpacking his suitcase, seemingly not noticing my presence in the doorway. The austere gold and creams of the wall, fabrics, flooring, and accents seemed warmer with his presence. After notifying Esme we had arrived, and ensuring she was making enough dinner for an extra person, I went to check on my wife.
Bella was napping; through the door, I could hear the soft snuffles she made while in deep sleep. The knob was cool in my hand as I slowly turned it, waiting for that click with halted breath. She continued to sleep, so I carefully opened the door and set my small overnight bag beside the hamper to be dealt with later. I stripped off my clothing, leaving me bare to the air conditioned temperatures.
My wife continued to nap, so I went to the door connecting our suite to Seth's room, and opened it as quietly as I had ours. He immediately dropped to his knees with hands laced behind his neck. "Good," I whispered.
"Strip, put your clothing into the laundry basket behind your door. I will summon you shortly. Do you understand?"
He nodded while looking at my feet. "Yes, Master," he answered as quietly as I had spoken.
Bella was still sleeping as I climbed into bed beside her. "Sweetheart, I'm home." She mumbled sleepily, turned over, her rounded stomach pressed into me, and tossed one arm over me, all without truly waking. "Wake up, Isabella. I have a present for you."
Her lashes opened and closed before opening fully. "Edward," she said with a sleepy smile upon her face. "Love you." She began to drift off again even as I kissed her.
"I need you to wake up and see the present I've brought home. Seth," I called, "come greet Bella."
He crawled into the room, his cock semi-hard. Under my gaze, he hardened completely.
"You may refer to her as 'Bella' unless you are alone with her. At that point, she is to be addressed as 'Mistress' unless she states otherwise. Do you understand?" I asked.
"Yes, Master."
Bella hummed in barely awake pleasure. "I like the sound of it. Can you have him come up on the bed? I'm far too tired to turn over again, and your chest is comfortable."
"Of course, my love." I stroked her hair back with one hand, the other going to her stomach where I could feel Antonia Marie kicking. "Bed, Seth."
He knelt at the foot of the bed once on it, his hands and knees supporting his weight. "Look at us, Seth," my wife purred to him. As their eyes met, I could see both smiling shyly. "You were right, Master; he is beautiful. I willingly accept him into our household."
Even though I could have demanded he stay against her wishes, I was jubilant at her acceptance of what I wanted. I missed what was not allowed in my relationship with Bella presently. Even though we may go weeks without a reminder of me being her Master, I believe it is the aspect of not being able to that has made my need so raw. I want someone I can suspend from the hooks and fuck from behind. I want to push someone's boundaries as we share the power play of Master and Servant.
I really wanted to fuck Seth again.
"Tell me how you met." Bella was not speaking directly to either of us, just voicing a request. With a rolling of my hand to encourage his speech, Seth blushed.
"Master requested a body shot on the table in Domina Rosalie's club, Bella." His voice was soft and carried the cadence of one who had been trained extensively. I heard the silent "Mistress" before he said my wife's name and was further endeared to the darling boy before me. Even though he was not that much younger than I, his entire demeanor made the twenty-year-old seem much more boyish.
"He tasted so good, and I wasn't ready to quit after just one kiss, Love." I nuzzled my wife's neck. "I licked him here," paused to demonstrate the spot, "and he held the lime wedge between his lips. He was far sweeter than the lime. I took him back to Rosalie's office and fucked him on the lounge."
Both of my Subs whimpered softly. I knew what Bella's response would be, and I loved to say 'fuck' solely for that purpose. She told me that no one could say it better. I fear it is a tad conceited of me to agree, but I do.
"Would you recreate it for me?" She knew better than to beg me for something, but the near innocence in her request made me laugh.
"I guess I could use a before dinner drink. Seth, you saw where the kitchen was when we came in. Everything you need will be in there. Esme can locate anything you cannot find."
The stricken look that crossed his eyes was at odds with his acquiescing nod as he slid off the bed backwards. "Yes, Master. May I get anything for Bella while I am in the kitchen?"
My loving wife pulled herself up into a half-seated position and leaned back against the pillows. "I would like a glass of ice water with a lime wedge please. There are some peanut butter crackers on the counter in a see-through container. If you could get me a handful of those, I would appreciate it. Don't worry about Esme; she's seen much more than a lovely ass like yours in our kitchen," she said with a blush. I did not need to be a mind-reader to know my beloved was thinking of the time I restrained her over the center island counter top. Esme was paid well to keep her thoughts to herself and ignore the goings on in our home. As long as we didn't make a mess that would be extraordinary to clean up, she did not so much as give me a second glance.
"You may walk, Seth. It will be far easier to carry the tray," I offered as he attempted to use his shoulder to open the door to the hall.
"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Master."
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Seth was reclined on the bed much more comfortably than he had been on the table. I knelt beside the bed and examined his cock as his muscles made it twitch and jerk slightly under my study. "Isabella, do you think the salt would taste better here, or up along this lovely divide in his stomach?" I let one carefully filed fingernail trace the ridge along his cock, ran it over the pre-come beginning to pool at the tip, and then over Seth's abdomen.
"Whichever you think would be best, Master," my wife said quietly.
"Either way, I should ensure he doesn't get too excited by what I do." I palmed his cock and watched him struggle to control his hips. "No moving, Boy. This is my cock right now, and I want to make it pretty."
I reached for the largest and heaviest ring, a new addition to my collection. The flattened and curved lower rim of it pressed against the perineum delightfully. "Seth, I want you to tell Bella about the first time I fucked you. Tell her how much you wanted me."
I listened as he described the 'delicious ache' as I filled him. His chest stopped mid-breath as I carefully eased his balls through the ring, making a tight fit. When Seth began breathing again, I slid a second ring down to the base of his cock, and then a smaller one halfway down the shaft. The final ring stopped in the groove beneath the crown.
By the time he got to the explosive mess he made all over the purple lounger, I was readying the salt shaker. I licked along Seth's cock, avoiding the head completely as I swiped my tongue up to and across his stomach, making him stop speaking as he tried to avoid moving. I could tell he wanted nothing more than to shove his cock down my throat until he came.
"Continue, Seth." I demanded.
He spoke through clenched teeth about sucking my cock clean, and the memories made me ache. Soon, I told myself. I sprinkled salt over his stomach, then reached for the lime wedge.
"You've been a good little pet, Seth. I think you've earned a kiss." I rubbed the lime across his lower lip and then replaced it with mine. There was no hesitation as Seth gave himself over to the kiss. He parted for my tongue and met it touch for touch.
There was something about him, perhaps a chemistry between us, that did not diminish. I wanted, no- needed, to be inside him. I pulled back, regretting the distance between us, and placed the lime wedge where my tongue had just plundered. Seth's lashes were demurely lowered, but not closed entirely; and I knew he was watching me from his peripheral vision.
I poured the shot and set the glass over his navel. "You best not let a muscle so much as twitch or you're going to be wet, Seth."
I lapped up the salt, tasting him more than the sharp tang of salt, and then mouthed the shot glass and tossed my head back. The burn of the tequila warmed me down to my stomach as it was swallowed. When I took the lime, I straddled his chest. Our kiss was brief while I plucked the juicy wedge from his mouth.
"Show me you want me, Seth." I moved forward so that my knees were on either side of his head and I hovered there. Seth's tongue gently poked at my balls, one and then the other, and leaned up to suck gently. "My cock, now." I moved back and tilted forward, letting him have my length. His tongue rolled around my tip before I adjusted, holding onto the headboard so that I was doing a push-up over Seth's face.
It had been too long since I had another pet in bed with Bella and myself. My wife's breathing became rapid and uneven as she tried to control her arousal. It was mildly unfair to her as she could not find any release, even if I would allow it. Her nipples were hard as they brushed against the side of my leg with each breath.
Seth's mouth was hot, and the suction he gave was making it hard to focus on his needs. My skin tingled wherever it was in contact with his. I had to regain control of the situation before I came down his throat. "Enough!" I practically barked at him. He stopped immediately, his head falling back onto the bed without so much as a good-bye lick. Even as I praised his obedience, I was cursing Eleazar for training him so well.
"Stand up for me, Seth." I moved off his body and sat on the edge of our bed. He stood a few inches away and placed his hands behind his neck, awaiting my next order.
"Bella, scoot over here so you may watch. Seth, I want you to look at me. If you do more than the occasional blink, I will not allow you to come and you will sleep on the floor. Do you understand?" I was not yet ready to begin any physical punishments, not until I knew more about him and had gained his complete trust.
"Yes, Master."
The pump bottle of lubricant was on the bedside table, and pleasantly heated from the warmer it sat in. With slippery hands, I reached for his cock with my right hand, his balls with the left. While I stroked his cock, I tugged the other hand down slowly, stretching him.
His eyes were almost ebony, they were so dark, with a few flecks of caramel to soften the intensity. They were locked on mine, and his adoration for me and willingness to submit was clearly visible, as was the almost painful pleasure I was inflicting upon him.
The silver tone of the rings was so striking against his skin that I made a note to schedule a photographer here for a photo session of leather and metal. "You will come for me." I spoke slowly yet firmly, one word with each tug of my hands up and down his cock. The rings shifted slightly, squeezing him as I moved. "I want you to come for me." Even if I would permit speech, he was lost in how turned on he had become by the scene I created for him.
The head of his cock was shiny and red; the vascular length seemed ready to burst as he became harder than ever before in my hand. "Come for your Master, Seth." He lifted up onto tiptoes as his whole body seemed to try to follow my command. I pulled down on his balls harder, making him sigh, as I pumped his cock faster.
"Come for me." I chanted. "Come for your Master."
I stroked until even the rings couldn't hold his orgasm at bay. "Come for me, Seth." I said a final time as his hips bucked, forcing his cock through my hand. His breath left in a rush and I continued to pump his cock while he came, the first two pumps brought dribbles of come, and then four jets spurted up and landed on my fist. I milked him until the last of his come covered my hand and he was biting back a cry of 'enough' with clenched teeth.
"Have you had enough, my pet?"
"Only if it pleases you, Master." I could hear how near tears from pleasure he was.
After four excruciatingly slow twists of my hand from base to tip, I released him. "I am very pleased, Seth. Follow me," I added as I stood up.
We left Bella behind; and I led Seth to my walk-in shower. While the water warmed, I turned to the back of the unit and reached for the restraints. I'd had them built into the walls when the tile was installed. Seeing them, Seth raised his hands so that I could easily slip the ties about his wrists. "As I said before, if at any time you are uncomfortable with what happens, say my name and we stop. If I hear anything but 'Master', 'Sir', or whimpers, I will cease whatever I'm doing. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master."
I adjusted the water so that it ran down over his back, and Seth arched in response, offering me his ass. I removed his cock rings before doing anything, relishing the hiss he tried to hold back when they slipped over his sensitive head. I gathered a handful of liquid soap and began lathering it before rubbing it up and down his back. The swirls looked like froth atop hot chocolate against his skin. His whole body made a silent moan, a plea for more, as I kneaded his muscles.
"I'm going to fuck you again, Seth. Will you allow your Master to take you?"
He nodded and rested his head against the wall, stretching his neck to do so. I walked around the corner and reached for the basket of condoms and lubricant before taking them to the back chamber of the shower. It was built for parties, to allow up to six people room to take their ablutions together.
When I returned, Seth visibly relaxed, tension running out of him and down the drain with the cascading water.
"I wouldn't leave you in here restrained, my pet. No worries. I take care of my Subs." I kissed the back of his neck, feeling the prickles of a recently razor trimmed hairline against my lips.
"I know, Master." His whispered response warmed my chest until an inferno burned in my body. Even though he meant no disrespect, he had spoken out of turn. I had asked no question to be answered.
After setting my supplies on the shelf beside my bathing products, I moved the water off of Seth and covered his back with my body. "You weren't asked to speak, Seth. I'm afraid I will have to punish you for that. As it is your first transgression, you will only be spanked five times."
Seth's entire body tensed against his bonds as my hand met his ass the first time. On the second hit, the slap echoed off the stone walls. It was the fourth contact before any pinkness began to appear. On the fifth, I squeezed the rounded flesh after the spanking.
I pushed on his thighs, ensuring his footing was secure, and then grasped a condom from the tray. The condom packet opened easily and I unrolled it slowly while I watched Seth. He retained his position of offering, even as the lube bottle made an obscene sound while I coated my fingers.
"Push out for me," I murmured while I pressed one lubricated finger into him. I knew from last night that he sleeps with a slim plug in place to keep his body ready for the use of his Master. The knowledge pleased me; the slow pace of anal training was for someone with far more patience than myself. I was glad that Seth had already undergone that with Eleazar and Carmen before I entered his life. I was a good and thorough Dom; but, I still carried the impatience of my young age.
It was only minutes before I had three fingers thrusting slowly in and out of him and then withdrew to hold my cock against his entrance. "Are you ready for me?"
"Always, Master."
"Good boy." I pushed slowly, feeling the muscular ring give way against my thrust, allowing me to go all the way into him until my body was flush against his. He was just as hot and tight as last night and this morning; it was always a moment of supreme bliss to lose myself in a body the way I could with Seth. I was far too careful of Bella to truly let go with her.
I reached up, holding onto the rings that connected to Seth's cuffs for leverage as I pumped my hips. Each squeeze of his body was exquisite. I knew by the slight tremors of his shoulders, the tensing of his jaw on my thrusts, I was hitting his prostate. Despite having already come, Seth's cock was swelling from my attentions. I could pull out now and make him sleep on the floor of my bedroom, and he would do so without complaint, leaving his cock unheeded.
The power a Submissive gave me over his, or her, body and actions was as awe-inspiring as it was a responsibility to take care of him. The mind-fuck it created was heady, and I let it flow through me with each thrust of my hips. His flesh was slick and resilient, almost silken as my nails scratched down to hold his torso. My chest was almost sealed against his back while I fucked him.
My thighs burned in an icy tingle, a flush that moved up to lodge in my stomach. "I'm going to fill you, Seth." Our bodies slapped together in rhythmic torture, an erotic drumming while I thrust faster and faster.
I felt the pleasurable itching and warmth spread through my arms and leg. The itching turned to a burst that left me clinging to Seth's body. The ripple moved through my whole body, centered in my cock, spread once more, over and over until I was done.
Seth's restraints held us both upright long after I'd finished. His body was snug around my softening cock, and slowly forced me out. I removed the condom and on shaking legs went to toss it in the receptacle outside the shower. His body sagged within its constraints and I worried the past twenty-four hours had caught up to him.
My Sub breathed softly as I washed him; my fingers moved gently over tender skin. "All clean now, Seth. Are you alright?" I asked as I released his hands from the cuffs.
"Yes, Master."
I instructed him where the towels were on their hooks beside the shower entrance, and allowed him to dry me while water still dripped from his hair. A few raised welts were showing from my nails and even a circular bite mark I didn't remember making. Given its color, it could have been given last night, or this morning in the hotel before we left, but I was doubtful I had restrained my biting fetish tonight.
Once we were dry, I showed Seth where the extra toiletries were and set about my bedtime routine. He followed me back to the bedroom, and dropped to his knees, eyes once more on the floor.
"You are dismissed for the night, Seth. If you find yourself in need of anything, you will find Esme in her suite off the laundry room, beyond the kitchen. I will see you at eight AM, sharp, for breakfast in the dining room. You will find a selection of kilts in the closet if you desire to wear some form of covering during meals. Thank you for your services. Good night." I gave him a fond pat on the head as I would a dog, and climbed into bed with my wife.
I heard the faint squeak of his bed springs before a shy whisper came to my ears. "Good night, Master."
