My eyes were glued on the door as Alice pulled it open. I was certain that both she and the mystery guest standing outside could hear my heart beat picking up in speed. It was pounding against the inside of my chest. I was excited, nervous, terrified... so many different emotions seeming to run into each other. For a moment I thought I was going to throw up.
"Bella, I know you've already met her, but Rose just couldn't resist once she had heard your agreement to this. I hope you aren't disappointed?"
Disappointment was not what I was feeling. More like relief. I knew Rosalie, I had been with Rosalie. That comforted me beyond relief.
"Hey, Bella!" Rosalie's voice was just as perfect as ever, if not more so. Just hearing her voice was a blow to my ego – how on earth could someone manage to be so beautiful? How could someone so beautiful have any sort of interest in someone as average as me, even if it wasn't exactly what Alice and I shared together? Such things would baffle me for an eternity.
"Hey, Rose..." I found myself not quite knowing what to say.
My eyes were still fixated on the door as the blond beauty made her way inside, her long and very beautiful body clothed in a tan trench coat. A color so beautiful on her, my ego disintegrated into nothing.
"You look nervous as hell, Bella. Alice, don't tell me you haven't been keeping her satisfied... She looks like she hasn't been in this kind of situation in ages."
A small smile crossed my lips at the angry expression on my tiny Alice's face. She was always so darn cute when she was angry...
"For your information, Bella's been quite satisfied... every night, actually, sometimes countless times." Her words were smug, matching the little smirk that found its way to her lips.
Rosalie went quiet, as if her sarcasm had run out of fuel. Her only defensive move was her hands trailing down the length of her body. Slowly unbuttoning each button until her naked body was revealed from under the thin fabric of the coat, her hands letting it fall to her ankles. I would never truly get over just how beautiful Alice was, or her sister. Such thoughts made me wonder if the rest of her family would be just as beautiful. Part of me hoped not.
My brown eyes were fixated on Rosalie's pale hands as they trailed along her bare stomach, her fingertips tickling along her flawless skin in a torturing slow motion. I could feel Alice's eyes on me, taking in my expression as I watched.
Rosalie's hands danced across her flat stomach, moving to cup her breasts. Her hands were giving each gentle one a squeeze before taking her pink nipples between her index fingers and her thumbs and rubbing them gently. I watched as her lips parted the slightest bit, just enough to let a soft moan escape from her throat. I had to bite down on my own bottom lip to keep my own moans to myself.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Alice ridding herself of her clothing at a slow but urgent pace. My eyes were glancing from Rosalie to Alice and back again. I wasn't sure where I needed to look, where I was expected to look. I had two beautiful, naked women standing before me in my kitchen. That was more than most people got in there lifetime.
"Bella, it would help if you joined us in the world of no clothing." Alice's soft words broke through my confused state, my eyes focusing on hers for a single second before my hands took over. My fingers almost tearing the buttons off as I hurriedly stripped myself naked. I knew I was nothing compared to these two goddesses, though the way their beautiful, golden eyes fixated on my body made me feel equal. At least until I let my eyes fall upon them once again.
I could feel the cool air against my skin the moment that my clothes were discarded, making a pretty little pile on my kitchen floor. My hands remained at my sides despite Rosalie's that continued to teasingly roam across her luxurious body.
"I'm not quite sure what plans the two of you have as far as this evening goes, though I'd like to state before you get ideas into your minds that I'm here for myself and myself only." The look on Rosalie's face as she spoke was purely selfish. I supposed it was fair; after all, she'd spent quite a bit of time pleasuring me the first and only time we'd met... "So if either of you have a problem with that, it's best you either leave or keep it to yourself." Alice and I nodded submissively without a single word.
Rosalie moved gracefully across the kitchen and into the living room. I was quite grateful that Charlie was still at work. The poor guy would surely have a heart attack with these two beautiful women walking around his house completely naked.
Alice and I followed behind her, Alice's hand slapping my bare ass causing me to shriek out in both surprise and the slightest bit of pain. I didn't have to turn around to know there was a massive smirk across her face. I could hear the pixie-like woman giggling at the action. Her tiny frame practically danced around me as she made her way to the sofa, collapsing back into it in a sitting position while Rosalie sat on the edge of the coffee table. Her beautifully long legs were parted the slightest bit, allowing me to catch the slightest glimpse of her bare pussy. Without even realizing it, I had begun rubbing my thighs together in an attempt to cause some sort of friction, no matter how small.
Though it was quite hard to do, I moved my eyes away from their resting spot between Rosalie's legs to glance over to Alice. My beautiful lover was leaned back against the couch, her hand between her parted thighs. Teasing herself in the most seductive way possible. I had to continue biting down onto my bottom lip to keep from groaning in sheer pleasure and sexual frustration from the sight of her alone. I was beginning to realize a feeling brewing inside of me that each encounter with another of Alice's family members would be equally as sexually frustrating. It seemed two out of seven of the Cullen's were already the biggest teases alive. I sighed as I clued in to what was in store for me.
"Are you just going to stand there with your arms at your sides and your jaw on the floor?" Rosalie's words were always about as beautiful as she was, making me instantly self conscious all over again. Even my voice couldn't compare to her, how pathetically unfair was that?
"Well, I..." I didn't have any words.
What was I even doing in this situation to begin with? Standing before the two most beautiful women in the world, staring at them without their clothing on while I imagined the million and one things I wanted to do to their bodies before we were found out. I had this amazing opportunity before me, and I was wasting it by over thinking everything. It seemed so typical of me.
Deciding that I wasn't going to waste another single second, I slowly moved a step forward towards both Rosalie and Alice. I didn't want either to feel left out by stepping towards one more than the other, so I made sure to equalize my movements between my girlfriend and... I wasn't sure what Rosalie was to the two of us, though I was glad there was no word for it. It seemed less official and more... appropriate, if that made sense at all. Another step brought me even closer, though I knew I would have to soon make a decision as to which woman I would like to approach first.
Alice seemed to be my best bet, not only because she was my official girlfriend and the love of my life, but because I didn't want to hurt her feelings by going to Rosalie first. I smiled towards my pixie-like lover, shaking my head in amusement at the small, soft noises she made as she teased herself. Her eyes were closed, not even paying attention to Rosalie and myself. I didn't blame her, however. Such sexual creatures like Alice had every right to get lost in the sensation of even her own fingers pleasuring herself.
I didn't bother taking small steps towards Alice, for I knew she wouldn't react in a negative fashion to my presence growing closer to her, though the moment I went to move forward, a cold hand was wrapped around my bare arm and tugging me into a different direction all together.
I stumbled over my own feet though surprisingly enough I didn't fall once. This was mainly due to the strength behind Rosalie's grasp on my arm, holding me easily up. Alice must have told her just how clumsy I could be at times.
"I thought I told you that I wasn't in the mood for any of that today, Isabella?" Rosalie's voice was very dominating, almost threatening and scary. I trembled slightly, feeling the cold chill race down my spine. I glanced warily to Alice, though she was still lost in her own little world, I certainly didn't want to interrupt her.
"I-It's just Bella... I'm sorry, I just thought..."
"I didn't tell you to think, Isabella. I didn't tell you to do anything. Your name is what I say it is. If you have a problem with that you best get over it now." I was confused by Rosalie's bitter tone of voice; I had thought she generally liked me. Our first meeting had gone rather well, I thought. "I think you deserve to be punished for disobeying me."
"But you didn't ask me to do anything, how could I disobey you?"
I could tell from the look on Rosalie's face that I had certainly said something wrong. She looked hostile and angry at the very least. Her grip tightened around my upper arm as she dragged me over to one of the chairs on the far side of the living room.
She had me stand in front of her, facing her, as she sat down on the chair. Her hands pulled me forward much quicker than I could register, forcing me to lie across the chair and across her lap. I knew what was coming before it even happened...
Slap.
I winced as Rosalie's cold hand came into contact with my bare ass, whimpering slightly at the force behind it. I could still see Alice on the other side of the living room, my beautiful pixie still occupying the sofa, still pleasuring herself all the while living in her own little bubble. She had no idea what was going on around her – something that irritated me and turned me on at the same time. How peculiar.
Slap.
I knew better than to think her slaps against my ass were getting rougher. They were likely the exact speed and roughness. The only difference the second time around was the fact that my skin was still stinging from the first, instantly making it more painful.
Slap.
The third slap proved this theory. My skin was burning with the violent contact that it was receiving. I cringed as I waited for the fourth hit.
Slap.
The fifth had me crying out in pain, my skin throbbing beneath her touch. Even with my voice breaking the dead silence (or, at least the silence between the loud slapping sound of Rosalie's hand coming into contact with my ass) Alice still managed to remain oblivious to everything around her.
Slap.
By now I was squirming under Rosalie's hold, writhing against her lap in an effort to escape the beating I was getting. Her hands pinned me down easily, making every one of my movements to escape seem like an extremely lost cause. Apparently she didn't enjoy me trying to get out of such a punishment, for her hand picked up its pace as well as force.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
I was still squirming against Rosalie's cold legs as her hand continued beating my ass, yelping each time her hand landed against my skin. It slowly sank in that I would have to remain perfectly still and silent if I wanted this beating to end.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
So I did. I didn't move as the beautiful blond goddess continued on with my punishment. I silently endured each slap as I silently prayed to myself that it would soon end. It didn't take long, Rosalie clearly growing bored with the same routine and lacking both motivation and reason for my spankings.
Her cold hand caressed my ass gently, soothing the hot pain that burned at my skin in the most pleasant of ways before her fingers dipped between my slightly parted thighs. I had been too focused on my beating to realize that I had gotten increasingly wet from the spankings.
Rosalie's fingers danced along my cunt, stroking my soaked pussy lips gently. I could practically sense the smug expression that was likely painted across her face the moment she found out for herself just how wet she had gotten me.
"You're not supposed to enjoy your punishment, Isabella. Perhaps I should find another way to teach you your lesson?"
I shook my head vehemently. I wasn't sure if I could withstand another of Rosalie's punishments – especially after witnessing firsthand how brutally painful this one was.
"Then perhaps you could prove to me that you've learnt something? Prove to me that you're going to be a good girl from now on?"
I nodded a few times, enjoying this idea much more than the first, though having no idea how to prove such a thing to Rosalie. I opened my mouth to tell her I would behave from now on and that i was sorry, but her long, cold index finger pressed against my lips, effectively stopping me.
"Get on your knees, Isabella."
I didn't think a single thought as I quickly climbed off Rosalie's lap, wincing at the pain each movement put me in. I had to admit, I was kind of enjoying Rosalie's ability to take charge so thoroughly. I hadn't been expecting something like this from someone like her.
Placing myself on my knees in front of her, I looked up at her from under my long eyelashes, waiting for her next words. I didn't want to move or say anything out of turn in case it warranted another beating. I had enough of those for one day.
"So you have learned something..." Rosalie let out a soft sigh, her perfectly flawless thighs falling open before me. She leaned lazily back against the chair, her eyes closing in the laziest of fashions. Clearly she'd been in this type of position and situation before.
I continued to hesitate, telling myself over and over that this was a test. There was no way I was expected t just dive in without invitation, especially when I had just received such a punishment for no valid reason – in my eyes, anyways.
Rosalie opened her eyes, glancing down at me now with a frustrated sigh. "You may begin, or must I write a formal invitation first?"
"No, it's just... Alice? Will she mind? Should we invite her...or..."
"She's more than welcome, though she's not exactly a fan of my demanding attitude, I suppose you could say. She stated before I came over today that she would enjoy from afar."
I glanced to Alice, biting on my bottom lip gently. So she had been listening this entire time. She'd been touching herself to Rosalie and me... I was oddly even more aroused than before.
Rosalie had gone back into her relaxed state, leaning back with her eyes closed. I felt a little nervous as I ran my hands along her smooth inner thighs, realizing I'd only ever been with Alice.
Deciding to start out slow, I dragged the flat of my tongue up the slit of her cunt gently. For a moment I was sure that Rosalie couldn't even feel my attempt to pleasure her, her body was as unmoving as stone. I was relieved when I heard the softest of sighs escape her lips. It was my motivation to continue.
I flicked the tip of my tongue along her inner lips teasingly, finding her juices to be equally as delicious as Alice's. I placed my hands on her inner thighs, pushing them further apart in an effort to give myself more room to work. I could hear Alice from behind me, still teasing and toying with herself on the sofa. Teasing and toying herself while listening to me pleasuring Rosalie with my mouth. I couldn't wait to finish up here and move onto my girlfriend. Alice was certainly going to get a punishment of her own for not coming to my rescue during Rosalie's spankings.
I moved one of my hands away from Rosalie's thigh to tease her clit with one of my fingers, my tongue ditching its teasing motions. Slowly I parted her pussy lips, thrusting my tongue inside of her easily. The soft squeal of delight that escaped the woman's lips was reward enough.
It wasn't hard to find the things that turned Rosalie on the most, especially after practicing so much on Alice. Snaking my tongue around inside of her tight cunt had her practically writhing beneath me in pleasure. Her thighs were trembling around me while she tried to grind herself against my face harder and faster. I wanted nothing more than to find the strength (and courage) to pin Rosalie down and have my way with her, though I knew I wasn't able to. I also knew that even if I was able to, I'd never get away with it.
I forced my tongue into her at a slightly quicker pace, savouring her natural flavour. Her cunt was absolutely saturated with her arousal, making my own practically drip down my thighs in excitement.
Pulling my finger away from Rosalie's clit, replacing it with my tongue, I drove two fingers into her tight pussy, her body jumping slightly in shock at my sudden movement. My lisp wrapped easily around her clit, sucking furiously. I knew that no matter how hard I tried I wouldn't be able to hurt her, so I didn't have to hold back at all.
I added a third finger when I was sure that she was wet enough to handle it, her soaked pussy clamping around my fingers as she came. I smirked against her clit, flicking it with my tongue repeatedly while her walls fluttered around my three wet fingers. Her hips grinding her cunt against my face as she rode out her orgasm.
Her hands were pulling my face from between her legs despite my attempts to continue. I couldn't help but pout slightly, disappointed in how soon it had ended. I could hear Alice whimpering as her own orgasm took over, her cries echoing throughout my living room.
"Not bad for our first time, Isabella. Though next time, you better ask if you can continue or you'll be getting another punishment, one much worse than those love spanks." I winced at the thought.
Glancing over to Alice as her moans, whimpers and soft sighs finally came to an end, I was surprised to see her fully clothed and standing by the door. The cockiest of grins on her prefect face.
"Are you ready, Rose?"
Moving my eyes back to Rosalie, I gasped as I realized that she, too, had thrown her clothes back on in a flash and was now making her way over to Alice. I had been expecting to pleasure Alice directly after I had finished with Rosalie, and even perhaps have one of them (or both of them) return the favour. Images from our last (and first) encounter in the high school's bathroom flashed to my mind, though neither seemed interested.
"I told Alice if you misbehaved, you didn't get any treats tonight, Isabella. Perhaps next time you'll know how to behave."
And with that, the two vixens were gone, leaving me soaked and sexually frustrated.
Authors Note:
Hello my darlings! I'm getting many interesting reviews since I failed to upload the next chapter in the time frame I stated. A lot of you seem quite eager, it's oddly humorous.
Anyway, this chapter is dedicated to my readers that sent me countless messages to update as soon as possible! I'm glad you guys are so eager to read.
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