Chapter 10:
EPOV
I wake Monday morning to the sound of Bella's alarm clock. It's a terribly wretched sound, mostly static radio noise with an incessant beep overlapping it. I groan loudly and roll over, hiding my head under the pillow. I try to drift back to sleep as I hear her hit the snooze button like she does every morning.
Just as I'm dozing off again a soft warm hand touches the small of my back. It rubs up my spine, momentarily brushing the back of my neck, and then descends to the waistband of my boxers slipping underneath. I groan in mock protest at being woken up, but secretly grinning into the mattress. Bella knows I don't mind being woken up this way.
Her hand travels over the curve of my ass and squeezes firmly. I chuckle. "What do you want?" I mumble sleepily; playing hard to get.
"What does it feel like?" she whispers. I can hear the smile in her voice.
The mattress dips slightly as she inches closer and her lips touch my shoulder. She tugs the pillow away from my face and kisses behind my ear. I'm fully awake now, and so is my dick. Rolling over, I catch her up in my arms and kiss her lips. She giggles against my mouth in an uncharacteristically playful manner for seven o'clock am.
Morning time is the best occasion for vanilla sex in my opinion. Sharing a bed and holding one another throughout the night makes for a very domestic setting. In the early light of day we smell of sleep, our hair is a tangled mess, and all I can think about is how I want to continue on this way for the rest of my life. I'm a very lucky man to be waking up next to Bella every morning.
"You want me to make love to you?" I ask trailing my fingers up and down her sides.
"Yes, but just a quickie," she replies grinning.
I kiss her neck and gently palm her breast with one hand. She moans invitingly. I know she needs to get ready for work but I can't help pouting at being rushed. I'd prefer to lay here for hours lavishing her with attention. My hands work the bra and panties off her body and she helps slip off the boxers I wear so we are both naked under the light bed sheet in under a minute flat.
"Much better," I say kissing a path across her bare breasts. "We should start sleeping this way."
Bella laughs. "What, naked?"
"Mmm hmm. That way I can take you in the night if I want."
Her hands twist in my hair as my head dips to kiss her stomach. "You can have me anytime you want," she says confidently. "Like, right now."
I chuckle as she pulls me up her body so I cover her completely. She wraps her legs around my hips and subtly thrusts upwards into my groin. I know, I know. Time constraints. I settle in between her spread thighs and lightly rub my erection through her wet folds. Ready for me as always. We're definitely getting better at vanilla sex, I think to myself smugly, as I enter her without any further preparations.
"God, you feel good," she moans the second I've filled her completely. I agree. She feels so good around me.
I pump my cock into her steadily, keeping a good rhythm that will draw out her orgasm in no time. Her fingers dig into my biceps as she struggles to control the rapid buildup of her climax. I throw one of her legs over my shoulder and change the angle of my plunges. It's deeper this way and I can feel my own release approaching.
"Touch yourself, baby," I murmur knowing Bella needs just a little more to push her over the edge. Our vanilla sex is getting much better but not yet perfected. "Pinch your pretty nipples for me."
She complies and shuts her eyes tightly as the added pleasure brings her closer to coming. I'm just about there myself and increase the speed of my hips to finish us both off. My eyes shut too and I lean my face against her calf that is resting on my shoulder. Placing a kiss on her leg makes Bella moan. Her calf, really? My tongue darts out and licks a wet circle over her smooth skin. She gasps as my lips close and suction onto her flesh. I can feel her muscles clench my cock and as always it pushes me over the cliff. I groan deeply as we climax together.
We both fall back against the pillows just as Bella's snooze button goes off again, shrieking the god awful static and music combo in our ears. Wow, we just both came in under nine minutes. Well, she asked for a quickie.
"What are you doing this afternoon?" I ask while following Bella into the bathroom as she prepares for a morning shower.
"After work I'm grabbing a bite with Alice. Then I plan to be home in time to watch the news," she winks stepping under the hot water spray.
I make a move to follow her into the stall and I'm surprised when her delicate little hand pushes against my chest. She doesn't want me to wash her? That's a first. I can't help pouting like an errant child at her refusal. Missing our usual Friday night performance at Coming Attractions has me out of sorts. Yes, we still had an intense, erotic, public scene that night at Jason's house but it wasn't our normal routine. I didn't get to dote on her afterwards like I usually do during aftercare in the dressing room. And our Saturday play got sidelined by the special delivery from Kinky Catie.
"Don't give me that look, Edward Cullen," she chides. I watch through the open stall door as Bella rinses her dark hair under the stream of water. Her breasts look amazing when she leans back and massages the soap into her scalp. "I mean it," she says pulling me back to reality. "I can't be late today. Mr. Coleman will have a coronary if he's late for his cardiologist appointment. No pun intended."
"Fine," I huff. "I'll make you breakfast. What would you like?"
Bella smiles and glances up at the ceiling, thinking about what to request. She's likely running through a mental list of normal breakfast item trying to come up with something I won't burn or fuck up in one way or another. I have many talents; cooking is not one of them.
"Can you make toast and jam? And there's fruit in the frig you can cut up," she says, her eyes wide and hopeful.
"I think I can manage that one, Love." I stick my head into the stall for a quick kiss before leaving her to shower and dress.
I should have insisted we do our 24/7 play yesterday instead of grocery shopping, paying bills, and inviting Emmett over to watch the ball game. Had I known how much I'd be itching to get Bella into the playroom I would have told Emmett to scram. Crazy cockblocking Catie is really starting to piss me off. Her name was never mentioned Saturday afternoon on the yacht. I don't think either of us wanted to sully the good time we were having together. And yesterday we were just too busy with errands and guests to really discuss what to do about the video that arrived Saturday morning or how to handle this fucked up situation, this "FUBAR situation" as Emmett called it.
I manage to find the fruit Bella mentioned and even remember to wash it before slicing and setting it on the table in a serving bowl. The toast is trickier, but after one burnt test slice I adjust the toaster setting and make four good ones. Bella and I eat quietly and I wonder if the same worries are flitting through her mind as in mine. Or maybe she's just thinking about her client and the many tasks ahead of her today. Sometimes I really wish I could read her mind.
The rain has temporarily abated as I step out of my car outside the Channel 6 news station a few hours later. I'm a tad late today arriving just after three o'clock. I won't be on air until six but there's lots of show prep to do and I need to get camera ready. I wonder what Bella doing right now. She's assisting Mr. Coleman, her toughest client. I walk across the side street that separates the parking lot from the station, reliving our sexual encounter from the morning, when I notice a woman standing against the brick wall of the building. An umbrella is obscuring her face from my view, but I can tell the person is female by the red high heels and knee length black skirt she wears.
I wouldn't typically think anything of it; perhaps assuming it's an employee having a cigarette. It's only that I just took note of the break in the rain that makes me do a double take. Why is she still holding the umbrella if it isn't raining? As I glance her way again the woman turns her body towards me and our eyes meet. It's Kinky Catie, standing not twenty feet from me. Fuck! She's obviously come here to confront me. Why haven't I anticipated this? Oh right, because I'm an idiot.
"Master Cullen," she calls out too loudly.
I quickly glance around to make sure no one else is within earshot and then dart around the corner of the building into the back alley. My first instinct is to prevent anyone from seeing me with this whack job, but as her heels click against the pavement alerting me to her pursuit, I wish I'd stayed in the parking lot where there might be witnesses. I bite my lower lip Bella-style as Catie rounds the corner into the alleyway glaring at me.
"What do you want from me?" I ask, my voice sounding hoarse. I take small steps backwards as she continues to advance and soon my back comes in contact with a metal trash dumpster. I recall Bella's and Rose's warnings that she could be dangerous. Now she's trapped me like a mouse in a corner.
Catie cocks her head to one side and frowns at me. My agitation must be apparent and she seems disappointed by my reaction to her. What does she expect?
"I only want for you to acknowledge me, Sir. Why haven't you responded to any of my requests?" she asks desperately.
She stares at me, hardly blinking, awaiting my answer.
"I can't give you what you want," I answer honestly, trying to keep my voice even as we stare one another down. "I was going to send you a letter; I just hadn't decided what to say."
"I don't believe you!" she shouts. Her eyes grow wider and her distraught expression frightens me. I put my hands out defensively to keep her from coming any closer. She stands about four feet away, close enough to be able to stab me with her umbrella if she decides bodily harm is the way to go.
"I don't understand why you're so compelled to be with me, Catie," I reply calmly. "I have a submissive already. And she's my girlfriend too. I love her. I'm not looking for anything else. I'm sorry."
"No. I won't accept that. I was this close," she refutes pinching her thumb and forefinger together. I have no idea what she means. Catie begins pacing back and forth, blocking my only exit from the alley. She's petite and in stiletto heels. I'm sure I could overpower her and break free from this confrontation but I don't want to make any sudden movements. She could still be armed with more than just an umbrella.
She continues pacing back and forth while she processes my words. "All I've wanted, all this time, is to experience you, Master. I want to feel you inside me so badly. I could be your alternate. Whenever Isabella's unavailable."
I shake my head slowly. I don't like her saying Bella's name. "I told you I don't need an alternate."
"What about a threesome? You've never fucked two women on stage, Master. The members would love it. I'm willing to do anything with Bella you want. I've had experience with women before, and I like Bella, really. I just think she needs to learn to share, Sir."
Master. Sir.
She's speaking to me as if she's already my submissive. Maybe I can act the part of her dominant and simply command she leave me the hell alone! The hairs on the back of my neck prick up and I don't know if it's from fear or anger. I'm struggling to suppress both emotions equally. My primal need to protect Bella swells up inside me and I become irritated by this woman I don't even know.
I owe her nothing, how dare she make demands of me and speak about Bella in such a condescending way. It's time for me to go Dom on this chick's ass. "Catie," I say smoothly stepping forward to try to gain some ground. It catches her off guard and she takes a step backwards.
I clear my throat quietly, preparing to use my most intimidating dominant voice. "Do not speak Isabella's name again. Do you understand? I am and have always been a monogamous dom. I do not share, I do not rent out my submissives, and I certainly do not take on two at once. I am truly sorry that I didn't respond to your inquiries sooner but I think it's time you let this go. I have zero interest in you as a potential sexual partner in any capacity. Do I make myself clear?"
Catie takes another step back and is obviously surprised by my change in demeanor. She only falters momentarily and then takes off on the offensive again. "Crystal clear, Master! But you listen to me now. I deserve this, deserve a taste of you. And you'll be sorry if you deny me what should be mine." She takes three quick steps towards me and is suddenly inches from my face. A wild glint in her eye makes me gasp as she presses the palm of her hand flat against my chest. I'm caught off guard by her abruptness and my back is now flush with the dumpster again. Instinct tells me to push her away but the look on her face is intimidating. I worry about putting a hand on her, even if it is in self defense.
Catie is angry, her breathing is ragged, and the look in her eyes menacing. I hold still as she slides her hand down my chest and firmly cups my jean covered groin. I can't believe this is happening.
"I can expose you," she threatens in a whisper. Oh hell.
"You're bluffing. That wouldn't get you what you want," I reason, hoping the panic in my voice isn't detectable. I'm beginning to think Bella was right about involving the police. Having Port Angeles Police Department in on my little secret would be better than the whole town.
"How do I get what I want, Master? All I want is you."
She rubs her hand back and forth over my penis trying to rub a response out of her ministrations. I've never been less aroused in my life. I attempt to break free of her inappropriate touch but the only effect is my pressing myself further into her cupped hand as I try to slide past her. She tightens her hold to the point of pain and I freeze.
"Think about it, and let me know what you decide. Either accept me as your submissive or the world will learn about your filthy little secret identity. The choice is yours," she threatens.
"You signed an NDA," I squeak. "When you joined the club."
She smiles, my threat seemingly meaningless to her. "A poorly crafted NDA with many loopholes, Master."
Catie has the audacity to rise up on her tip toes and kiss the underside of my jaw before pulling back and releasing her tight grip on my groin. She backs away slowly; a sinister smile plastered on her face, until she reaches the end of the alley and disappears around the corner.
I remain behind the station for a number of minutes trying to wrap my brain around what just happened. What the fuck do I do now? What did she mean by 'the world will know'? Does she plan on taking out an ad in the newspaper? Or, walking around the boardwalk shops yelling out 'Edward Cullen's a Dominant'? She's batshit crazy enough to do anything I suppose. I can still feel her hand on my junk and I adjust myself over and over trying to get rid of the feeling of being manhandled by a crazy woman.
I can't believe Catie has any foolproof way of outing me. So even if she wasn't bluffing it would still be my word against hers. Anyone she talks to would soon see how nuts she is, right? Still, I need to sort this out as soon as possible. I have no idea what to do though. The only thing I'm sure of is I'm late for work. Somehow I have to get through tonight's newscast and get home to Bella. Fuck, she's going to freak out when I tell her what happened. At least Catie didn't shoot me.
I can hardly keep a calm professional expression on my face throughout the evening and I can't even recall what most of the news stories I reported on were about. Worse yet, I completely forgot to send Bella the necktie signal for her release. I can only hope she was preoccupied and wasn't watching. Otherwise she's bound to be a quivering needy mess when I return home. I'm not at all in the mood to have sex. That pisses me off.
Even Zach notices my unease during the broadcast and approaches me during a commercial break. I blame the lack of color in my face and sweating brow on a stomach bug. He promptly places a waste paper basket under my desk in case I get sick on air. Thanks, Zach. I'm forced to give three other coworkers the flu excuse before finally getting out of the building at 9:30.
I glance around the alley before sprinting to my car, a small part of me worried Catie might still be lurking around somewhere in the dark parking lot. She isn't here, at least not in plain sight, and I can't help but fear she might have gone home after assaulting me to watch the broadcast. I can still feel Kinky Catie's tight fist around my balls; the idea of her watching me on TV the same way Bella does churns my stomach. She would be tarnishing something special between Bella and me.
When I return home Bella is not downstairs which is unusual because she almost always waits up for me. I usually find her watching television in the living room or reading in the library. Beanie is missing too so they both must be upstairs. It's been a long and strenuous day and I'm desperate to see those soulful chocolate eyes that have become my whole world.
Bella's lying in bed and the dog is curled up beside her, flush against her back. I hate waking her but tonight there's no helping it. I need her too much.
"Bella? Sweetheart, are you awake?" I ask rousing her gently with a shake of her shoulder.
She blinks her eyes a few times and squints in the brightness from the bedside lamp. "Hey," she says her voice thick with sleep. How long has she been out?
I sit in the armchair next to the bed and rest my elbows on my knees, fingers steepled together. "How was your day?"
"Mr. Coleman was a miserable bastard. Dinner with Alice was good. We went back to Rose's house after the restaurant. Emmett was there."
"Oh? That's a good thing, right?"
Bella sits up, more awake now. "Yes. Rose seemed happier, they both did. Emmett told us about their scene Friday. The audience liked them."
"That's good. I'm glad you had a pleasant evening," I say. My heart is bursting to unload the burden of this afternoon's confrontation but I cannot get my mouth to cooperate. I hate to cause my beautiful girl any more pain.
"Did I do something wrong?" she asks warily.
"What do you mean? You didn't do anything wrong, baby," I assure her. My hand reaches out to link my fingers with hers.
"You left me hanging, Master Cullen," she says, her lips turning up at the corners. "I thought perhaps I was being punished for some altercation."
"Oh, that," I reply. "I'm so sorry, Bella. I had a horrible day and I completely forgot." The words come out quickly. I can't hold them back any longer.
"What happened?"
I shrug out of my tie and dress shirt and slide onto the bed beside her. Bella's arms immediately wrap around me and I nuzzle my face into her warm neck. She smells like strawberry shampoo and cocoa butter. My heaven.
"Edward, tell me what was horrible."
I sigh deeply before letting it all tumble out of my mouth. "I got ambushed by Catie at the station. She was outside waiting for me and backed me into the alley behind the employee entrance. She demanded to know why I'd been ignoring her, pleaded with me to reconsider her offer, and then threatened me when I turned her down."
Bella doesn't respond but for a tightening of her hands around my back. "She said if I didn't fuck her she would expose me as a dominant. She put her hand on me." I'm too ashamed to look her in the eyes.
"What do you mean she put her hand on you?" Bella asks. I can hear the anger in her voice.
"She said she was capable of ruining me, and said it while her hand cupped my dick. I was trapped in the alley. It was horrible. It took all my strength not to push her off me; I was afraid she'd scream rape or make some kind of a scene."
I expect her to be furious, at me, Catie, this whole Godforsaken predicament we're in. But Bella surprises me as she always seems to be able to do by gently tugging me further onto the bed. I look up into her big brown eyes as she moves to straddle me from above. I have no idea what she's thinking but soon all thought escapes me.
Bella takes control, something she rarely does in the bedroom, and moves between my legs to yank the suit pants down my legs. She tosses her tank top onto the floor and her breasts bounce around as her hands settle on my hips and grope their way across my lower abdomen and down between my thighs. Her hand grips my soft cock gently and soon her mouth is working it to a hard erection.
I know what she's doing. Bella's claiming me, soothing me, and washing away the memory of another woman's touch all at once. I need this, to feel Bella all around me. She seems to need it too, possibly even more than I do. Her cleansing ritual continues another minute or two until I find my hands gripping her hair and guiding her mouth on my cock. I groan and pant loudly, losing control of my body, as Bella brings out a fast and violent response from her touch. Seconds later I release my orgasm down her waiting throat.
We don't talk any more about Kinky Catie though I know we're both ignoring an important conversation. It's becoming obvious even to me that this woman is not going to go away on her own. I don't want to be intimidated by her empty threats of exposure, but a little nagging part of my brain is wondering if perhaps she isn't full of shit. I want her out of our lives and my avoidance of the problem is not helping anyone.
I try to reciprocate the pleasure Bella just gave me but she insists she only wants to snuggle. She's tired she claims, and we eventually fall asleep in each other's arms. No decisions will be made tonight, but I feel as though time may very well be running out.
A/N: So what is Kinky Catie going to do? Any ideas?
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