Bella the Sub Part 3
Pairing: Bella, Rose & Jasper
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Bella's breathing became erratic as she lay back on the bench just as her master had instructed. Her gift was standing obediently across the room, eyes downcast, hands clasped tightly. Bella didn't know what was going to happen, her heart thudding in her chest as she thought of the possibilities.
Her master moved to the head of the bench and as he did so, Bella felt his torso brush against the crown of her head. His fingers gently stroked her cheek as he leaned forward, making her heart flutter in anticipation. His mouth was on her ear, lips slowly pressing against the skin.
"This gift is for you only. I won't lay a finger on her, baby."
Baby?
Butterflies immediately erupted in Bella's abdomen but she had little time to ponder those words as his fingers danced their way down her cheek, her throat, her breasts, lingering and caressing her peaks as she struggled to stay still. Pinching, tugging, flicking, skin flushing, breathing labored.
"Open your legs, Pet."
She obliged without a second thought. Never a second thought when it came to him. She'd do anything for her master.
"Yes." His voice was gravelly as he praised her, lowering his fingers to her bare slit. "Good girl. So good."
He always knew exactly where to touch, rub, circle. He knew her body better than she knew it, a fact that was solidified as she felt her body heat, preparing for release.
His hand stopped abruptly and Bella's eyes shot open as she fought to keep her mouth closed to keep from begging him to continue, to keep from pleading with him to let her come by his fingers and his fingers alone.
"Have I not trained you well enough? You come when I say you can."
Bella didn't answer as she lowered her eyes. No speaking unless given permission.
"Look at me."
She obeyed as she always did. A coy smirk pulled on the corners of his mouth and it confused her. He winked which made her brows furrow.
He tore his eyes away from hers looking to the gift that Bella had momentarily forgotten about. "Toy, I think you should teach my pet a lesson in obedience."
Her gift lifted her head and began walking toward Bella, her hair splayed, legs spread, eyes wide, clit throbbing. Soft hands opened her legs farther, manicured fingers softly dragging from knee to thigh as her pink tongue darted out to moisten her lips.
She paused and looked to Bella's master for instruction. His eyes roamed over his pet's body before stopping at her eyes, never averting them as he gave his command. "Use your tongue."
