AN: Tell me, do any of you find that song 'Big and Chunky' rather inappropriate for kids? Or is it just because my mind is permanently in the gutter? Cause from where I'm sitting there's a definite subliminal message being sent. Heck, the guy's voice is a subliminal message all on its own. And I find the little girl's voice going "Mortem, Mortem" fairly perturbing. Great song though.
Anyway, while talking about inappropriate things, I suppose I should introduce this chapter.
WARNING! This is the chapter that blows all other chapters out of the water. This is the one. If you are opposed to: Anal sex, sex toys, possessiveness, dark sex, and outright fucking, etc. then please, skip this chapter. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Yeah, that should do it.
Anyway I'm sorry for the wait for (and quite possibly the quality of) this chapter but I has to redraft all my English coursework and write several essays for history while making up for several years of misspent French lessons. Oh and I think I may have even had to write a couple of case studies for Geography and I have yet to start my DT because I have so much to do it scares me. Plus writing a chapter like this is hard! And intimidating.
Punishment (or Tit for Tat courtesy of Chica who reckons it's more lemony)
Bella:
I was in so much trouble.
Edward was standing in front of me, smiling coldly. He'd dragged me into yet another room which I had managed to overlook. Well, perhaps calling it a room was wrong. It was more like a dungeon, complete with whips and chains. Or should that be replete with whips and chains? There were surely far more than necessary. My eyes darted around warily, wondering what he was going to use on me first. From the look on his face that was the very topic that was currently occupying his thoughts.
Then, just like that, I was flying through the air at vamp speed before being brought down on a…
Oh you have got to be kidding me.
A whipping bench? Since when does Edward have a whipping bench? It's not like a whip would actually hurt a vampire. Not unless they tried to eat it or something.
Edward strapped me down and I tried to break the bonds. They were only leather after all. It was a simple matter to break free.
Or rather, it should have been. But for some reason this leather just wouldn't give!
In utter frustration I tried to struggle in earnest, desperately trying to free myself, only to be brought up short by the sting of a whip striking my ass.
I cried out in shock. It hurt! A lot! What the hell's going on?
"Now Bella," came his mocking voice "you've been a very bad girl and I'm going to punish you." Oh how the tables have turned.
He brought the whip down on my back several times, pausing to listen to my whimpering. I hated myself for my weakness but couldn't stop myself. Had I been human I knew that shocked tears would be spilling from my eyes.
A sigh of disgust drew me from my painful reverie. "It's just not satisfying this way!" He complained before throwing the whip away. I heard the soft thud as it hit the ground. Then his hands were rubbing something soft and cool into my abused cheeks, I sighed in relief as the pain disappeared, leaving a pleasant tingling sensation.
Which lasted all of three seconds. Then Edward's hand came down -hard- and dispelled any lingering impression of softness.
I think I screamed. I know Edward laughed.
My scream sounded strange even to my own ears. I'd screamed in pleasure, in pain and in fear. This sounded like none of these screams, and yet, at the same time, it sounded like all of them.
But that was impossible. What possible pleasure could I be deriving from this? Surely even I wasn't so twisted that pain turned me on?
I had my answer when Edward slapped my ass again. Yes it hurt, yes I was scared, but I could also feel my stomach tighten in arousal.
As he proceeded to spank me thoroughly I noticed myself getting wetter and wetter as my ass got hotter and hotter. My screams had quietened to frenzied whimpers and groans. My control was improving. Slightly.
When he finally stopped I held my breath, not daring to hope that this was the end. As enjoyable as I found it, my enjoyment disturbed me. My sigh when it became obvious that he was done was one of relief.
That was before he stuck something up my ass.
I tensed completely and trembled slightly. Edward snarled and slapped my aching bum. "Behave!" He ordered me. Reluctantly I relaxed as he continued to slowly insert the beads into my hole. It wasn't painful, just…weird. The beads seemed to get larger and larger until they were all in place. Then Edward started pushing a new set of beads into my cunt.
This second set was larger but slid in faster because of my arousal. When they were in Edward did something and they suddenly started vibrating.
Ah, shit! Oh, oh, oh fuck!
It felt so good! My mind went blank. And when Edward began to move the things in and out of me it went even blanker if that were possible. My mind simply couldn't comprehend the sensory overload. However open minded I thought I was the truth was that my mind was stuck in a rigid mould and one that simply could not understand these sensations. They were too alien; too different to what it felt was acceptable. It was breaking apart, cracking a little more with everything Edward did.
He knew it too. I think that was why he'd brought me here-to make me lose my human mindset. And I'd only just noticed.
God I was blind.
As usual I had no time to think about my epiphany. My mind wasn't proof against Edward's actions and as soon as his long, deft fingers started manipulating the beads so that they brushed against my most sensitive spots all higher cognitive functions went out the window. I think I started whimpering. Maybe I was screaming again. My mind had decided to take a break from this mundane plane and move to a higher one where I didn't have to think or understand, just feel.
I came back to reality just in time to see Edward connecting his iPod to the stereo. He caught me looking. "I'd play my own," he told me with a devilish smirk "but it's hard to get sounds like this on a piano." He hit the play button and was back at my side just as Ludacris's voice began to blare from the stereo. I shivered. I normally wasn't the biggest fan of rap because of the profanity and the lyrics but right now…
His voice was barely more than the brush of warm air against the shell of my ear as he whispered "I wanted you conscious for this part."
I didn't even have a chance to brace myself as he pulled the beads out of me. My loud gasp mingled with the music and Edward chuckled lowly.
"You know darling, if I record your sounds to the music I'd have a remix that would scandalise even the most hardened rapper." With his smirk still in place I had no trouble in believing he would do that if I challenged him. Probably the only thing stopping him was his dislike of sharing. Edward had never learned to play well with others.
I kept my mouth shut and trembled. Knowing Edward this was probably just the warm up. Like stretching before running a marathon. If that was the case then I was definitely in trouble.
He undid the bonds and flipped me over before doing them up again. His hands languidly traversed my prone form, gently caressing my sides and rubbing circles with his thumbs. When he reached my breasts he gently rubbed my hard peaks with the pads of his thumbs making me shiver as the ever present electricity between us intensified and flowed through them.
Edward:
She was gorgeous. Completely defenceless and open to me. I could do anything to her while she was in this position and she wouldn't be able to stop me. Hell, after getting to know her depraved nature I was fairly confident that she wouldn't even want to. I returned my focus to her soft plump breasts. Her skin was silky soft under my fingers and gave way easily beneath them. Her eyes closed in pleasure at my petting and I smirked. She'd soon learn how unwise that was. Swiftly I pulled out a pair of nipple clamps and attached them to her twin tips. As soon as they closed over her sensitive flesh her eyes snapped open and her mouth formed a silent 'O' of shock. Her surprised gasp came when I tugged on the chain that held the two clamps together.
I revelled in the power I felt at that moment. It was a confirmation that she was mine now. I could do what I wanted to her.
I swiftly reviewed my mental list of things to do. A cruel smile spread across my face as I looked down on her and watched her shiver. Vampires didn't get cold so I knew that it was fear and arousal that made her quiver. A potent combination for an unsated, eternally horny, predator like myself.
"Tell me Bella…" I said, rolling the words out of my mouth and turning them into an erotic purr that I knew wouldn't miss its target. "Who do you belong to?" This was said in the same soft, reasonable voice. It made my sudden snarl all the more terrifying as my next order left my mouth "Say it! Say it out loud!"
Her whimper was small but her voice was sure. "You." She told me. Her eyes were so wide and guileless. "Always you. Only you."
In any other circumstances my heart would have warmed, I would have kissed her senseless, I would have felt utterly guilty for tying her up and no doubt I would have let her free.
But these weren't other circumstances.
And there was no way in hell she was getting free…
Bella:
My dead heart was doing its hardest to beat out of my chest. Since it couldn't beat the only thing I could attribute it's unusual movement to was the sudden accelerated flow of venom around my body. Once upon a time it would have been oxygen laden blood travelling through my system, now it was blood laden venom. Blood had replaced oxygen and had been replaced by venom in its turn. All part of the process of turning a helpless human into a powerful immortal.
Another thing that had changed during the transition was my heart. Once so vital to my survival it now lay still and cold in my chest, replaced by Edward.
Any harm that ever came to my heart was harm done to me. That still held true. The difference was in the fact that my heart now existed outside my body; more powerful, gorgeous and with a mind of its own.
Well, maybe the mind of its own wasn't such a change.
All the changes had empowered me in one way or another. And yet here I was, naked and helpless, tied to a whipping bench. That at least had not been a feature of my mortal days. I wasn't entirely sure whether or not I was grateful for that fact.
Every muscle in my body was tensed and straining, strengthened by the blood still lingering in my system, waiting for Edward's next move. My senses, already revved up, felt like they'd been put on steroids. The slightest movement of air molecules against my skin was a corporeal touch, the swirling of the dust motes a dazzling display that faded in comparison to the play of candle light on Edward's flawless features; the slightest tapping of insects marching through the leaf litter a loud cacophony even through the thunderous music; the faded scents of the people who had lived and died here decades ago as fresh as if they'd been around just yesterday; the essence of Edward floating through the air as thick on my tongue as if I'd licked him.
And when his lips lightly brushed over my forehead the slight contact was so overwhelming as to have me convulsing and crying out while I came.
His delighted chuckles pervaded my consciousness. "Oh Bella," he laughed "if you react that way to next to nothing how'll you respond to what I'm planning next?"
Goo. A quivering, gelatinous puddle of goo. Oh how the man affects me! His soft words tore through my body like wildfire and his eyes scorched me where I lay. When butterscotch they could be the lovelorn eyes of Romeo. Now, pitch black and burning, they were surely the eyes of Othello before ever he'd been tainted by Iago's treachery.
A caressing hand descended on my breast making me arch in response, a needy whimper escaping my lips.
He smiled in pure masculine satisfaction. Obviously deriving pleasure from the fact that a mere touch from him was enough to overwhelm me. He positioned himself where I could clearly see him as he grabbed himself. My first thought was that he was going to make me watch him get off. Not an idea I was by any means adverse to. Fascinated I watched as he swiped a thumb over his tip and proceeded to lubricate himself with it. Eyes rolling back into my head I moaned as I imagined my hand replacing his, feeling him hard and ready beneath my palm.
Before I could refocus on the scene around me he was on me, muttering something about never learning that seemed to be directed at me. He straddled my waist, settling his rock hard erection between my breasts. Eyes widening I realised what he planned to do just as he pushed them together.
He sighed in pleasure. "You have such great tits Bella." He told me dreamily. "I've always wondered what it would be like to fuck them. Now's as good a time as any to find out."
And with that he thrust forward.
Intellectually I knew that this was a…an exercise for men. They were the only ones who were supposed to get any pleasure and stimulation from it.
Physically my body had a hard time comprehending this fact.
Gasping with every thrust and twisting in response to the heat building in my nether regions were responses similar to those he would have elicited from me had his magical, mind-blowing and magnificent cock been thrusting into my wet, desperate and achingly empty lips. With all the blood rushing through them the friction was heating them to a warmth they would have possessed while my heart still beat. As my body worked its way up to the level of super-awareness it had possessed only minutes earlier I realised that Edward's dick was pulsing with an increasing regularity. Instinctively I threw my head back with my mouth wide open just in time to catch his cum and swallow it down.
Bitter. It was like dark chocolate. Huh. That was different, he usually tasted slightly sweeter.
I guess it wasn't just his eyes that changed with his moods.
It was all I needed to fall over the edge. It was a relatively minor orgasm in comparison to what I knew he could make my body achieve but considering he hadn't even touched me down there…
Edward groaned in delight. "Baby I can smell you. You came for me again didn't you? Are you even trying to hold yourself back?" His questing fingers located my dripping heat and rubbed themselves between my inner lips. He smugly brought them back up to his lips and greedily sucked every last drop off of them. "I love how it's so easy to make you come for me." He mumbled with his finger still in his mouth.
He got off me and I whimpered in protest. He quickly flashed a grin at me before stooping down to grab something. He continued to talk as he rummaged around searching for something. "You know what else I love?" he asked, evidently not needing a reply as he didn't give me a chance to speak before he told me. "I love your face as you come. The way your nose and eyes scrunch up and you bite your lip. And afterwards your whole face relaxes and you glow." He straightened and grinned devilishly at me. "That's how I knew when you'd been masturbating back when you were human. Oh, you always glowed when I was around," he added arrogantly "but this was a different glow altogether. I used to fantasise about watching your face as you came over and over to learn all your different nuances of expression. And to an extent I managed. The more you glow the harder you came. I'm going to learn all those different things about you now."
Huh?
I simply couldn't comprehend what he was saying. A familiar state of affairs since we'd started this trip. It wasn't until he pulled out the monster dildo that understanding dawned on me.
Oh. My. God.
"Although infinitely inferior to what I can do," he continued with the self-same arrogant tone he'd been using, "this contraption will allow me to study your expressions to my heart's content." He gently eased it in, and once it was firmly situated within me he flipped the switch.
I believe my last coherent thought in the split second between him turning it on and it working was something along the lines of Edward's seeming fascination with electronic devices.
Then the violent, unrelenting vibrations started and my mind became a blank screen with a stream of expletives degenerating into ohmyfuckingshitedwardedwardedward before running only his name continuously. The pressure and sensation were unfamiliar but not totally alien. Not the best thing I'd ever felt –that title belong to Edward alone- but it was certainly the best artificial stimulation ever.
The fact that Edward had successfully worked me up to hypersensitivity again probably didn't hurt either.
I wasn't sure if I was screaming his name or as silent as the grave. Whether I was thrashing like one possessed or as still as the marble statues I so closely resembled.
What I was sure of was that Edward was getting plenty to study.
Edward:
She looked glorious tied down, arching against her restraints and screaming my name. Looking at her I felt like I'd captured an angel and was the demon instructing her in the finer points of sin.
As usual the truth wasn't far off.
I watched in fascination how her face shifted so slightly, so subtly. I'd never had such abundant opportunity to scrutinise her as she was overcome before so I was making as much use of it as I could.
It wasn't just her facial expressions that enticed me though. The noises she released, her constant shrieking of my name, her pleas for it to be me and her begging for more. It was incoherent babbling with little to no thought involved. I knew my Bella. She was never lucid at this point which meant that whatever sounds or words escaped her lips were her pure, undiluted reactions, uncensored by her brain. The closest I could come to knowing her mind without her permission. Perhaps that was one of the reasons why I enjoyed doing this to her so much.
She moaned again and my mouth filled with venom at the sight of her exposed neck. And breasts. And stomach. And everything else really. She was the most tempting morsel I'd ever wanted to take a bite out of –and she was all mine.
I licked my lips and stood between her spread legs. Leaning down I inhaled deeply, first through my nose and then through my mouth.
I could taste her on the air.
Giving in to temptation I tilted down further and let my venom coated tongue lave her swollen clit. She bucked and came again. Drawing back I kept my thumb massaging her throbbing bundle and gazed in fascination at the play of her muscles and the flowing of her juices.
I was done with studying her face –for now- but I had yet to stop her torture. Instead I stood and ran my hands slowly up her bucking frame.
I was going to take advantage of her while she was in an orgasm induced oblivion.
The thought made me smile wickedly.
I could use her in any way I felt like, do anything I wanted to her, and she would never know. And even if she was slightly aware she couldn't do anything –not even protest. My hands hovered over her thrashing body, unsure as to what to do first.
She arched again, bringing her plump, clamped breasts straight into my hands. That decided me.
My mouth descended on her first one then the other, ravaging them, tugging at the chain, licking, biting and sucking until they both glistened with my venom and puckered flesh surrounded all the sites where my teeth had sliced through her skin. These I was careful to keep free of venom –I didn't want to scar her- except for a single bite right beneath her right nipple. I bathed that one in my venom, licking it until I was certain it would linger there forever. I had left my mark on her now. No one would ever be able to dispute my claim on her or take her away. No one would ever be able to cover it and even if someone else found a place in her heart they would never be able to look at her without being reminded that she was mine. Mine first, mine always. She would always return to me no matter what. Even if the impossible happened and she forgot about me this mark would remind her. Like the prince and the shoe she would be compelled to fit the teeth to the mark.
And only one set would ever fit. Ever be right.
Now I could stop her torture.
Well, as far as taking out the dildo was concerned.
Bella:
I came down to earth with a shocking suddenness. Edward had simply pulled the thing out of me mid-orgasm without even bothering to turn it off. I would have complained except that I could tell that that was a very, very bad idea. Not to mention it was a relief to get the thing out of me. If I'd had to endure much more of that I'd have gone mad from the constant pleasure.
I became aware of a sharp tingling sensation on my breasts. It was strangely pleasant. There was however one spot that was slightly more sore than the others. Without thinking I raised my hand to rub it and then stopped in shock as I realised that they were unrestrained.
I shrugged off my shock and deciding to take advantage of my momentary freedom, sat up.
Looking down at my breasts I noted with shock that they were glistening and covered in teeth marks. The sore spot was another of these marks except it was a perfect specimen, very deliberate one all puffed up and drenched in venom.
"That one's for you."
I flinched in shock. His voice had come out of nowhere. I looked around for him and found his eyes glittering blackly out of one of the shadowed alcoves. There was a flash of teeth as he smiled before he deliberately stepped out.
I blinked in surprise. He was cloaked in darkness, or at least that was my first impression. Upon closer inspection it turned out that he was wearing a swirling matte black cloak. It was not unlike those of the Volturi except without the hood and in a different material. Silky but thicker and without the shine.
I would ask later.
Right now he was advancing on me in a distinctly menacing way. As if to emphasise this, the music had switched from rap to a thrilling instrumental sound used to denote the arrival horror scenes in a movie. The distinct erotic overtones gave me a clue as to the nature of this scene.
He continued in the same smooth, faintly amused tone as before, "It's to remind you that, no matter where you are or who you're with, you are mine." His words were dark and full of promise. I shuddered in ecstasy and my head fell back, exposing my neck to him.
My unconscious action provoked him. Instantly he was looming over me, my throat in his hands and his thumb caressing where my pulse once beat. "This one," he murmured softly, "this one is to remind everyone else." And with that his teeth were buried in my neck.
I gasped and expostulated weakly. He ignored me and sucked deeply on my neck. I moaned and wrapped my legs around his waist, giving up all pretence of objection. Instead my arms wrapped around his neck and I pulled him closer to me until we were both lying on the table. Looking straight up I realised that there was a mirror on the ceiling.
We made for a sordid and scandalous sight. Me with my head flung back, pulling him closer, eyes half closed and gasping. He with his head over my throat, his dark cloak encircling us both, his posture dark and possessive. A seduction in progress. I looked wanton and he looked…like a vampire.
He pulled back and my eyes met his. He smirked at my heavy lidded gaze, evidence of my utterly depraved enjoyment of his actions. He returned to my throat but this time he licked my throat, soothing with poison. It throbbed a little but that just added to my arousal. This time when he lifted his head his eyes were full of satisfaction and just as heavy lidded as mine. They held mine for charged moment…and then his lips were on mine, hard, passionate and dominant.
I lost all sense of the world. All that I could concentrate on was Edward.
The heat of his lips against mine.
The sound of his breathing, his growling.
His hands as they ran over my body, my breasts, my neck, my wet, aching heat…
He growled suddenly, breaking away and leaving me all worked up and confused. I fell back with a cry of protest and stared dazedly at him.
"I still haven't forgotten what you did to me Isabella." He snarled at me. "I'm not giving you what you want so quickly."
He grabbed my wrist and yanked me up. He used so much strength that I was pulled flat against him. He let me go quickly and I stumbled, something I'd avoided doing for over a year.
"What?" I begged him, "What can I do?" What can I do to get you inside me?
He smiled a truly evil smile and grabbed my arm. Spinning me around before I could get a word in he clapped something on one of my wrists and then the other. Before I recovered my wits he unclamped one of my nipples then reclamped it.
Utterly disorientated I simply stared at him. His smile widened. "Dance." He ordered me as he settled himself comfortably on a long black leather sofa.
I pulled back to look down at myself only to be brought up short.
Guh!
I was attached to a pole –and how the hell did I not notice a pole in front of my face?!- by a pair of vamp-cuffs. Not only that, he'd swung the chain that attached the clamps around the pole too so that every time I pulled back they would clamp down harder on my nipples.
So now what?
Just then Akon's 'I wanna fuck you' started blaring out of the speakers.
It was my turn to grin. Oh yeah, I can so do this.
I put my feet either side of the pole, smiled seductively at my husband and then rubbed against the pole. I wrapped my head around it so that I could watch Edward and settled myself around the pole. My arms extended above my head, gripping the pole firmly. My breasts were, like my feet, both side of the pole. I eased the pole between my folds and then, maintaining eye contact with Edward, slid up and down the pole.
What followed was a compilation of moves from my wildest imaginings, DVDs, book descriptions, and some soft core porn that Jessica had somehow talked me and Angela into watching. The winding and grinding that Akon spoke so longingly of were by far the tamest things I was doing. They were part of my warm up.
Vampirism had given me strength and flexibility and I was damn well going to use them.
With my heat still grinding into the pole I raised both my legs over my head and crossed them at the ankles. My chained hands gripped just above my centre and my thumbs moved down to massage my clit. I threw myself back so that the clamps were tugging harshly on my nipples. I heard Edward hiss in pleasure and I moaned and ground harder into the shaft.
When I felt myself nearing my climax I twisted myself upside down so that my legs were spread wide in the air and my hair brushing along the floor. The movement meant that I couldn't really move my hands more than a couple of centimetres away from the stick and the clamps were constantly pulling on my breasts. However it also meant that Edward was getting an excellent view of my dripping pussy. I watched him lustfully gazing at it while I humped the pole, and then ground down on it as I rode out my orgasm.
Evidently that was enough for him. When I recovered my vision he was leering down at me. "You know what you remind me of?" He asked me. "A kebab." I looked at him failing to understand the resemblance. He dragged me up 'til my wetness was level with his head. He looked down at me with a mischievous smile, "They come on sticks too."
And with that somewhat ambiguous statement he started feasting on me.
I lost my mind.
Repeatedly.
When he was finally done I slowly came back to earth. Oddly enough he hadn't taken advantage of my insensibility to pull one of those transport-and-restrain tricks of his. Instead he was looking down at me speculatively. "What do you want Isabella? You did well. Now choose your reward."
My answer was automatic, "I want you inside of me." I told him. Pleased that I would finally be getting what I wanted.
And then I saw his face.
One day. I vowed fervently. One day I will learn to think before I speak.
"Well isn't that fortunate." He said silkily. "As a matter of fact there's something I've been wanting to try and it involves putting a part of me inside you." Judging by the cat that caught the canary look on his face this was yet another depraved immoral thing that I would enjoy immensely and be completely shocked at myself for enjoying.
"Relax." He murmured. His voice was very gentle and serious. It was such a contrast from his previous attitude that I automatically did as he said. He touched a finger to my opening and hesitated, then sighed. He swiftly undid my restraints and put me on a bed. The fact that there was a bed in the room was marginally less surprising than the fact that he'd taken me off the pole. The fact that the bed sheets comprised of black and red satin sheets was utterly passé in comparison.
"Now relax." He growled out as if I hadn't done that the first time round. I quickly discovered that it was, in fact, easier to relax on the bed. His hand made it's way back to my opening and his fingers slipped in easily. I was still sopping wet and even vampire healing wasn't fast enough to tighten me up after my encounter with the dildo. I started in surprise when I realised that he was trying to fit his entire hand in me but he murmured soothingly to me and I settled back down. My mind, body and heart were in agreement. Edward would never hurt me.
The difficulty came when the fingers were in and he tried to get his hand to fit. Loose or not it was still a tight fit. He gently twisted his hand and pushed it firmly but carefully in. I gasped and clenched involuntarily. I just felt so…full. He was applying constant pressure to my G spot and it felt so good! I trembled as he slowly started moving around inside me, going deeper, pulling back slightly, twisting his hand and furling and unfurling his fingers. He kept a stream of reassuring murmurs and stroked my hair with his other hand, kissing and caressing me.
I clenched around his hand and came hard, wrapping my arms around him in a futile effort to keep me grounded. I could feel him gently pulling out of me as I lay gasping and wide eyed, reeling from what had just happened. He continued to croon softly and stroke me. Eventually I managed to recover myself to a certain degree and I rolled over to face him. He scanned my face for a moment and then, presumably having ascertained my well being, he slipped his cruel, domineering mask back on.
"Did you enjoy that little Bella?" he asked me mockingly "Is that what you were after?"
I shook my head. Unable to muster up a response. He knew damn well that I enjoyed it, just as he knew I wanted him to fuck me.
He laughed softly, menacingly. "That's not an answer Bella!" he told me with his eyes glittering with hellish amusement.
"I want you to fuck me." I told him as levelly as I could manage. Then as I thought of how he could interpret that I added, "With your cock." The last thing I needed was more finger action. I wanted to feel him over me, feel him moving inside me, to know I was giving him pleasure, to feel him spilling his venomous seed within me.
His sadistic grin was all the confirmation I needed to know that, yet again, I had left out some vital piece of information which left him with a loophole to do something despicable and dissolute to me.
It was a good thing I had the soul of a Jezebel. Any half decent woman would have left him ages ago.
Said woman would, however, have missed out on the best sex ever. Plus, when he wasn't fucking me six ways from Sunday, he was the model husband. Respectful, adoring, my-wife-is-my-life sort of guy. Not to mention mindblowingly handsome but that goes without saying.
Right now however, respectful was not the term one would use to describe him. Especially as, in the few seconds in which I had allowed my mid to wander, he had managed to transport me back to the whipping bench, tie me down so that I was face down and my ass in the air and start chuckling darkly in a manner reminiscent of villains out of Victorian melodrama.
After hearing him mutter something along the lines of "revenge" and feeling the warm wetness of his favourite lube being massaged into my ass I pretty much realised what was going on.
Didn't mean I wasn't rather apprehensive about it.
He won't hurt me. Edward will never ever do anything risky with me. He cares more about me than revenge. Everything he does is for my pleasure. I calmed as these thoughts began to flood through my mind. I relaxed myself as much as possible and Edward made a sound of satisfaction.
"That's it babe." He murmured to me, his fiendish mask gone again, "Relax and trust me. Ok?"
I nodded. I trusted him implicitly.
He pushed into me slowly, carefully and waited for me to adjust as he moved himself bit by bit into me. When he was finally all in he paused, allowing me time to get used to the sensation before starting to move in small, jerking movements. He'd used a lot more lube than I had and as a result moved so much more smoothly. I felt…full. It actually felt really good once I'd gotten over the strangeness of the sensation. He hummed in pleasure and I bit back a scream as he shifted harder against me.
Using one hand to hold himself up he grabbed a vibrator and put it directly on my clit. I shrieked in surprised pleasure and he laughed lowly, the vibrations running through his body to where we were joined and jolting me in a similar way to the vibrator. Leaving it between my legs he moved his hand to the chain between my breasts and tugged.
Obviously I was just as masochistic as I'd once accused him of being. That tug combined with his unpredictable hard and fast thrusting was enough to send me over the edge screaming. Growling, he pulled both himself and the vibrator from me, undid my bindings and managed to flip me over –all with one hand. He then inserted himself into the more conventional opening and continued to pound into me.
He gritted his teeth. "Come with me!" He demanded as his thrusts became even more erratic. I groaned and with a last powerful thrust we both imploded.
AN: Ok, so it's been a month and I really didn't want to make you wait any longer. Please excuse me if the chapter is slightly forced or lacking in detail in some places, I hope I at least got the spelling and grammar right.
-Rubs temples- ok. So there's so much wrong with what they just did. Please, please don't emulate them without proper research. Safe words, condoms and patience are but a few of the things they're lacking and, frankly, the only reason I'm letting them play like this is because they're indestructible vampires.
One last thing. Thatwaskindofthelastlemonpleasedon'tkillme. There will be an epilogue where they go home and meet the family and just possibly (don't hold me to this!) a few bonus chapters. The epilogue is the only thing I can promise you. If, if, I write the bonus chapters then it won't be until after my GCSEs. I really don't have time to write.
And on that note I'm off to memorise my French orals!
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