Chapter 10
I make sure I look my best when I go to see Bambi; if I'm gonna have a girl try to dump me for the first time in history, I at least wanna keep some dignity. I put some product in my hair for that freshly fucked look. She'll be eating out of my hands. And then I'll be eating out of her till she's begging me to stay. Then I'll do the honours. I'll be the one to end it.
I'll tell everyone she was frigid. Or that I was faking how much I liked he, I muse on my way over there. I'll do it before she can get in first. Beat her to the punch.
She comes to the door in those tight leggings that leave nothing to the imagination on her lower half and give her serious camel toe. It's a real shame, I can't help feeling as I watch her hot ass sway in front of me when we walk up her stairs.
"So, hit me with it," I say once we're in her room.
I'm sure her eyes light up for a split second. "Hit you with what?"
"Well, you're gonna end it, right?"
"No."
"No?" I'm getting whiplash worse than when I wrote off my dad's car.
"Edward, sit down." She motions to the bed and we both sit.
"I haven't been completely honest with you," she starts.
I know she hasn't been cheating on me!
"Oh?"
"I know I've distant with you when it comes to sex and I'm sorry."
This is taking a turn for the better!
"It's just the stuff I'm into; it scares some boys off, and I don't wanna scare you off."
When it comes to sex, I can't think of much that could do that. Unless she wants me to carry on with her dog. Or she's into water sports...
"W-what are you into?
"Do you know much about BDSM?"
She wants me to slap her about a bit? Call her a slut? I think I can handle that. "You want me to like, take charge?"
"Not exactly."
She wants to do the taking charge! Christ on a stick! I'm not sure how I feel about that. Except I do and it's hot. Especially if it's someone like Bella, acting all authorative. I do fancy a few of the teachers at school...
"Edward?"
I was lost in my thoughts. "Ok. Let's do it."
"You sure?"
Anything that makes her smile like that has gotta be worth giving a go.
"What sort of thing did you have in mind?"
"Well, would you let me tie you up?"
"With what?" Those gay, fluffy handcuffs? Or does she have a secret set of rope skills? Do I know this girl at all?
She stands up and slides over to her closet, rummaging as she talks. She wants to dress me up too now?
"How about...this?" She's holding up a school tie. Two school ties.
Two of those would probably be able to hold me pretty tight if she does a decent job. I've heard stories about men being tied up and humiliated. Alright, I've seen it in porn. And boys being boys, we've done it to each other if one of us has made the mistake of falling asleep after a few tinnies. I've been drawn on and poor Jasper had no eyebrows for a while.
But girls don't find those juvenile antics as hilarious as we do. And what else is she gonna do? Leave me here for her parents to come home and find? Doubt it. In assessment of the situation,I think I'm safe. The worst case scenario seems to be me getting blue balls again if she changes her mind. Annoying, but not unbearable. And not beyond repair.
I allow her to tie my hands behind my back, hoping that my getting on board with her little fantasy will mean me finally getting some. Good things do come to those who wait!
And wait I do. It's been weeks upon weeks. A few more minutes won't kill me.
"I have a surprise for you."
I wonder what it is. Is she gonna strip off? Give me a lap dance? If I could rub my hands together right now, I would.
The bedroom door opens. And in walks Bella, robed up. What the fuck?