Title: Collared
Author: irishchicka1
Co-Author, Muse and Beta Supreme: mamadog93
Rating: NC-17 (definitely!)
Legal Mumbo Jumbo: Yeah, we didn't think of the characters….thank Stephanie Meyer. Did we "slut them up a bit" yeah, that's all us.
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Chapter 9: I spank, you spank…..we all spank for…..Cream!
"I'm sorry did you just say—"Bella stammers.
"Sleep together?" "Masturbate in front of each other?" Bella and I look at each other, stunned.
"You are worried about sleeping with each other? Really? The masturbating part isn't a big deal to you?" Bella snarks complete with an eye roll and unladylike snort.
"Well, yeah, the sleeping together is so….I don't know intimate." I shrug my shoulders not clearly understanding the problem with the self-gratification.
"But masturbating in front of each other isn't?" Her eyes widen and her voice rises to the sound of nails across the chalkboard.
"Uh….no. You've never flicked the bean in front of someone?" I ask, being crude knowing that it pisses her off.
"Flicked the bean? What the fuck? Jasper, why is this important?" Bella huffs complete with a childish stomp of her foot. Typical.
Jasper smirks, while Alice right down giggles. "The sleeping together part is easy. You two are polar opposites, and a Dom/sub relationship is anything but. In that tightknit of relationship, it's common to mirror each other's movements to an extent. What better way to practice that than in sleep, the subconscious takes over. You'll wake wrapped around each other and your subconscious will remember the other's body movements. "Jasper said with exact and precise explanation that somehow made sense to me.
"And the mutual masturbation?" Bella asked, as the blush flushed her cheeks.
"Who knows your body better than you? Who knows the best way to get you off….you?" Jasper deadpans as Alice nods knowingly. "You two are on a crash course to appear that you're two spirits mirroring each other in life and pleasure….in two weeks! Most of the time, at best, you're looking at years of constant knowledge to achieve that level of intimacy. We have two weeks….so, sorry darlin; you're on the fast track." Jasper said with a smile. "I expect a full report in the morning….in detail."
Bella and I are left standing….staring at each other blankly as they make a hasty retreat. Thank God for Jake interrupting the motherfucking elephant doing the tango in the room while he prances doing the pee-pee dance at the front door. "I'll take him." I say and rush to snap on the leash and lead him out onto the sidewalk to find the perfect place to lay his business, anything to get away from those soulful brown eyes and knowing what we have to do. Now, don't get me wrong. The fact of sleeping with Bella spooning with my dick in the crack of her ass has me doing an Irish jig in my head. Not to mention, the mental images I have of watching her masturbate in front of me. I'm going to clue you ladies in, once we men hit 12 or 13 and discover our hard-on….our hands really aren't off it until we either have no arms or we can't remember what a hard-on is. It's that simple.
So any chance we get to visit Rosie Palm and her five sisters, we take it. If there happens to be a hot girl there, getting herself off…..bonus points. If not, we can imagine the best of things….no worries. Yes, men are that simple…..hate to bring down the expectations, but that's it in a nutshell.
I watch….then turn away as Jake drops an obscene amount on the pristine lawn of the neighbor's on the block that I don't pick up cause that shit is gross….literally. He and I trot back to the house, he relieved of pounds of….well, and me looking forward to what happens next with Bella.
The house is eerily quiet as I step through the front door. Jake, once released from the leash plods over to the rug in front of the fireplace, snorts and gets comfortable. I wander into the kitchen to find Bella, clutching a cup of coffee like a lifeline to her chest and a vacant stare as she looks out the window.
"Hey, Bella, you ok?" I ask softly, not wanting to startle her as I walk up behind her, close enough to smell the citrus aroma of her shampoo.
She nods minutely drawing in a shuttering breath and mumbles, "What the fuck have we gotten ourselves into?"
I can't help the half-hearted chuckle that has her mouth drawing up into a shy grin. "Well, aside from the 'could get ourselves killed part' I'd wager to say a hellova good time?" She turns slowly and I shrug. "What? You want me to say that I'm not looking forward to this or any of this part of the undercover act where I get to get my rocks off with a beautiful woman? Sorry honey, I AM that shallow." I give her the patented Masen crooked grin.
Her eyes roll heavenward and she scoffs. "Really Edward? You pig." She pushes past me to empty the remaining coffee in the sink and rinses out the mug.
"What?! Do you have an aversion to getting off or something?" I watch the jerky movements she makes around the kitchen and I can tell this subject makes her nervous.
"Of course not, I just don't view it as such a blasé subject unlike some people." She stops in front of me again.
"Whose being blasé? I'm being honest here. I like getting off….no, let me rephrase that, I fucking love getting off. You love getting off and we've been asked to get off together. Fucking spectacular in my book! So how you wanna do this? You first? Me first? One, two, three masturbate….what?"
She mutters as she walks away and I distinctly hear the word Neanderthal. "How about we eat first and have copious amounts of wine or other alcohol? God knows I'm going to need some liquid courage." She says over her shoulder as she leaves the room.
Liquid courage = lack of inhibitions = hell yes, count me in! This could be very interesting.
What says 'Baby, let's masturbate together' more than Italian food, right? Whoever stocked this house made damn sure there were all the ingredients for my famous chicken parmesan. We sat around the table with a good bottle of Cabernet (thank you again, whomever stocked the house with top-shelf liquor and wines. Much appreciated!). As mine and Bella's glasses were filled and then filled again, the conversation flow got easier and easier. By the time the second bottle was opened, the laughter and teasing was almost second-nature. Bella's eyes were slightly glassy and faint pink flushed her cheeks. She was captivating.
I felt warm and comfortable as the wine coursed through my veins. I felt the slightest edge of a buzz in the periphery of my body…and it felt so good. We talked about our days as rookies and the dumb, yet sometimes hysterical mistakes we made. We talked about our doomed relationships of our youth and eventually our first fumblings into sexual exploration.
As we talked about different sexual experiences, our voices changed pitch and tone becoming slightly more husky and raw. The temperature in the room seemed to rise with palpable nervousness and an undertone of excitement. As the conversation lulled for a moment, I stood holding my hand out, palm up and waited.
After a couple of tenuous uncertain seconds, her small hand slid into mine and her lip disappeared between straight white teeth. I walked slowly back, softly tugging her down the hallway and into the master suite, softly closing the door behind her. Jake whined a few times and huffed out in frustration as he padded back toward the living room.
She was breathing heavier, her chest rising and falling with quicker than normal movements. I kept eye contact as I pulled the hem of my shirt up, tugging it up and over my head. I watched with pleasure as her eyes roamed over my chest, widening slightly as they traveled across my abdomen and following the narrow strip of hair down to the waistband of my jeans. I could feel myself swell and grow under her gaze and I heard her intake of breath as my dick pulsed beneath the denim.
I couldn't resist as my hand cupped around it, running my palm from the base up, groaning as my fingers squeeze the head. I watched her face closely as my hands popped the top button of my fly as I kicked off my shoes and toed out of my socks as my fingers spread the material and each button opened, revealing nothing but skin and hair trimmed close.
My eyebrows rose and my eyes widened as I saw Bella's hands slide her hands over her stomach slightly raising her shirt to reveal a pale sliver of toned skin. I watched in apt amazement as her hands ghosted up and over her gorgeous tits. I groaned hungrily as my fingers slipped down inside my jeans, sliding over velvet steel flesh manipulating it to lie against my stomach, the head purple and leaking with need sliding from its denim confines.
Her wicked pink tongue traced over her lips unconsciously and her eyes watched, never wavering as her hands rose, taking the shirt slowly over her head. My head fell back as the picture of that sinful midnight blue lace bra was forever etched in my brain, her pale skin luminescent against the dark satin.
I saw her hands go behind her as the fabric loosened around her chest. Her arms slid down her sides as perfectly unmarred flesh filled my vision. Her coral nipples tightened and puckered under my gaze, silently begging for my mouth and tongue to suck and lave them. Spectacular!
I pushed my fingertips under the waist of my jeans and pushed down. I pulled the dark fabric over my thighs and down over my knees and pushed them off of my bare feet. I silently took a deep breath and stood, I watched her eyes slowly roll over my abdomen and down my groin traveling to my feet and back up again, her vision trained on my cock, standing proud leaving a patch of wetness against my skin.
Each measured step backward brought me closer to the bedside chair until I felt it at the back of my knees. I smirked at Bella and sat down, leaning back and getting comfortable allowing my fingers to trace the prominent vein on the underside of my cock.
I watched as she divested herself of her pants in slow measured movements and I couldn't hold back the muttered "fuck!" as she pulled at the sides of the miniscule panties until they pooled around her feet on the floor. My eyes roved over her, taking in the taut skin and soft peaks, the dark crop of trimmed hair at the apex of her thighs and the swollen lips of her bare sex.
She sat on the edge of the bed, scooting backwards against the headboard, propped up on the mountain of pillows at the head of the bed. Her eyes never wavered from my body as her small hands smoothed and plucked at the pebbled skin of her nipples and I found myself mirroring her actions. One of my hands slid over my shaft, wrapping my fingers around and squeezing.
"Mmmmm….show me Edward." Bella said, her husky voice nearly curling my toes. My mouth broke into that patented devastating smile as my hand started to move.
