A/N: Thanks as always to larin20 for being just so plain awesome (even if she thinks I'm the devil). Tee hee.
Disclaimer: Ain't mine, only the crazy plot belongs to me.
Work was killing me. Carlisle was breathing down my neck for paperwork to be finished, and all I wanted to do was fall asleep on top my D.A.R.E. lesson plans. The twelve hour shifts went by quickly most of the time, but there were also the days were each shift seemed endless, like I was constantly on patrol or making some sort of joke to the kids about why being clean was awesome.
"Bella!" Carlisle said in that warm, jovial tone he always seemed to have. He'd finally learned that I preferred Bella rather than Isabella, and he looked especially handsome in his uniform today, not that I was noticing. OK, so I was noticing, but hello? The man was a pure DILF... if he even had kids, I wasn't sure. We never had enough time to really go into his personal life except that he had a wife named Esme who was an art dealer or something schmancy like that. "How's that report coming?"
"Oh, just fine," I said in as light of a voice as I could manage. In actuality, I hardly had anything done because Jake was too busy flirting with Leah, the new dispatcher, to actually get anything done on his part of the report. Jerk face. This was a PD, not a dating website. Not that I could talk, I'd met Emmett here. But still. I was professional when I was on the clock.
"Well that's good to hear," he smiled, revealing a dimple on his left cheek. Not nearly as adorable as my man's, but not bad either. "I was wondering if you'd be interested in a new project for me..."
And so I got roped in to another D.A.R.E. program at another school, and so I sat on the toilet with my head on my hands, pulling on my hair without actually doing my business. Stress was not a good friend of mine lately. My radio buzzed and I finished, and went on a call about a naked man running through people's backyards. Needless to say, he wasn't a difficult suspect to spot.
By the time I got home Emmett wasn't home yet, and I had zero energy to do anything, so I grabbed a frozen dinner and sat on the couch while it spun in the microwave. The next thing I knew, Emmett was shaking my shoulder and I groggily stirred, my eyes blurry as I looked into his amused ones.
"Baby, you're still in your uniform and you have drool on your chin," he smirked.
"Damn," I said froggily, clearing my throat as I sat up fully. "What time is it?"
"Nearly time for you to be naked," he grinned.
Oh yeah, another lesson. He was teasing about me being naked... maybe... We were almost to the point of joining the parties, but not quite yet. I had made Emmett promise that he would wait for me to have better control over my orgasms before we went out to show others. That, and you know, the whole being naked in public thing.
I scarfed down the frozen dinner after reheating it, and changed into something a little more S&M and a little less law enforcement. Though to be honest, the cuffs go well with either outfit.
Emmett was waiting for me when I came down the stairs. "You almost look good enough to devour," he said in his sexy voice, and my knees weakened. I stood on the third step and wrapped my arms around his neck, smiling and playing with the hair at the back of his neck.
"I can't say I'd mind," I purred. "The devouring, I mean."
He moaned. "Say that again and I'm going to lay you out here on these stairs and eat you alive."
I sucked in a sharp breath, an arrow of lust shooting through me. Lessons got me worked up enough as it, but this was just taking things to a whole new level. He sucked his breath through his lips before crushing his mouth to mine, and I could feel my knees weaken again. I felt him push me down gently on the stairs, hands working quickly to pull down my panties.
When his mouth finally found my clit, I suddered and cried out and it was the only thing I could feel.
*CtR*
We had a new Dungeon Master... or make that Mistress. James had moved out of town, and in his place was Jane. Jane Miller... Ordinary enough name, but she almost scared me, the way she gave her punishments. It was unlike anything I'd ever seen or felt, it was horribly unpleasant. When she wasn't playing, she was nice enough, but most of the time I just avoided her.
We were in the corner of the room next to the St. Andrew's Cross. I knew what this meant and I was incredibly excited. The cross itself was fairly self-explaintory, at least if you asked me, but it's not like Emmett and I had one to practice with on our own. Plus, it was really erotic thinking of watching.
Alice and Edward were demonstrating today, but Jane was going to be there. She was a tiny little thing, her mouth set in a perma-scowl and her icy blonde hair streaked with black and red shocks of color. She had every piercing I knew of, and I often watched her stand twisting them, shuddering and licking her lips like she loved it.
Emmett and I tried to stay as far away from her as we could, positioning ourselves across the room, next to Peter and Charlotte. Charlotte gave me a smile, patting my knee excitedly. I tried to imagine Peter stretched out on a cross, that cocky smirk on his face that probably earned him extra smacks with the riding crop. Char was shy looking, but something told me tha facade faded quickly when she got down and dirty. She had that kind of knowing look on her face like she was in on a secret that you weren't. And Peter was happy all the time so it seemed like it worked for them.
I wondered how Emmett would look shakled to a St Andrew's Cross. I stole a peek at him under my lashes, watching him watch Jane give the introduction. He looked confident. Attentive. Strong. He was learning, just as I was, but it was becoming very clear that he felt completely and utterly comfortable here. It was exciting. The more we learned the better it would get...
Emmett caught my eye and winked, and I smiled a little at him before turning my attention to Jane. She was pacing as she talked, tiny hands folded behind her back like she was a prim little school girl about to recite a poem to the class. Poetry my ass.
As my eyes followed her, I caught the unflinching gaze of Edward. His stare was intense, unblinking, and sent a spike of adrenaline through my body. Like a fight or flight response engineered in my body, the way he was appraising me wanted to make me hide behind Emmett's shoulder. His green eyes pierced through me. It was getting obsessive. I'd caught him staring at me this way pretty much since day one, but it was excessive now. The more time I saw him in lessons, the more he'd stare and the more uncomfortable I felt. I would talk to Alice about it but she was still enamored with him.
I shook my head after shooting him a warning gaze, and turned back towards Jane. I'd missed her hooking Alice to the cross.
Alice stood, arms and legs attached to the corners of the cross with rope, completely naked except for a garter belt, thigh high fishnets, and black patent heels that were nearly deadly. Her chest was heaving already, the low lights of Rouge glinting off of her piercings. I could count four, and briefly contemplated how they would feel if I got one or two...
Jane and Edward were now standing in front of Alice, whose head lolled to the side as Jane ran her fingers down her cheek. I didn't like seeing the two people who freaked me out most touching my best friend, but she didn't seem to mind. I wondered if she had some kind of detachment to who she played with since she wasn't attached to her Master like I was. She'd have to if she were head over heels with Jasper and in lust with Edward.
Rather than speaking, they were demonstrating for us, and since technically it wasn't a hard lesson, we all watched, eyes glazed over and lust building slowly. There was a definite sexual tension in the room as we watched the scene unfold, Edward and Jane taking their turns lightly, and then harder, slapping her folds with a flogger. She was open, exposed, and you could tell she was fighting against her restraints as they teased her.
I inched closer to Emmett, leaning back against him, and I felt him run his fingers down my arm as we watched. I was barely breathing, taking in everything. I wasn't watching technique so much as her reaction. Her fingers were clenched in tight fists, a thin layer of sweat covering her body. Her eyes were tight shut as they slapped the flogger against her nipples, making her arch off the cross as best she could, moaning loudly.
I was distracted by Emmett's fingers now trailing up towards my breasts, but not enough to tear my eyes from what was going on. Edward and Jane were teasing Alice into oblivion, her body jerking from the contact of the floggers. Jane was flicking her wrist hard and fast, then soothing the skin she'd just slapped before slipping Alice's nipple into her mouth. A loud moan ripped from Alice's mouth, earning her a bite of reprimand from Jane, and Edward had stepped back to watch for a moment.
It was like everyone in the room couldn't breathe, couldn't move. It wasn't a lesson anymore, it was a full on fucking scene and we couldn't tear away. Edward tore his pants down his hips and stood behind Jane, plunging inside her as she bent over to pleasure Alice's breasts, and Jane howled with pleasure as he fucked her without warning. Alice threw her head back, and I was sure Jane had bitten her again in her surprise, but she was shrieking with pleasure now. Jane's hand slipped between Alice's legs and began fucking her with her tiny fingers, and it was nothing but a free-for-all in front of us now.
"Emmett," I whimpered, and even though I'd just cum before we got here, I needed him now. As in, right fucking now.
"Come with me," he said in a low whisper even though it held all the promise of his domination in it, and he took my hand. We weren't the only ones. Angela was already on all fours on the couch by the door and Charlotte was leading Peter to a dark corner where she leaned against the wall and ordered him to his knees. Kate and Garrett were making out heavily as the scene continued, Edward pulling out of Jane and making her suck his cock as he kissed Alice roughly.
There was definitely moisture dripping down my leg by the time Emmett pulled me into the staging area where everyone prepared for the scenes. I was relieved he picked a more private setting even though a large part of me yearned to watch and be watched.
As the door slammed behind us I was pressed against it, his hands going straight for my skirt, yanking it down. Thank God for easy access.
"You liked that, didn't you?" Emmett said low in my ear, his voice a growl. He bit my neck, almost like a vampire, and I yelped in the pain of it. "Do you want me to fuck you like that? Like an animal?"
"YES!" I screamed out as he plunged two fingers inside me. I was so slick they slid in easily, deeply. I spread my thighs even more to accomidate him, and he added another finger, pumping his fingers quickly inside me. But the blessed fingers were withdrawn much too soon, and he was sucking them into his mouth to clean them.
"Turn around," he said in a low, quiet voice. "Hands on the door."
I whirled, eager to be fucked, and bit my lip to hide my grin as I heard the hard yank of his zipper and his hands grabbing my hips, pulling my ass against his cock which was beyond hard. My palms were flat against the door, but they longed to be flexed into fists, preferrably in his hair. I felt the tip of his cock at my entrance and I moaned loudly. "Master..."
"You're mine," he growled, and then he plunged inside me. My screams echoed in the room, and then he said, "Cum as loud and as often as you want... let them all know how I'm pleasing you, how you please me Isabella."
He pinched my clit then and in my frenzied state, I came, screaming out his name, loudly.
His hand contacted with my ass and I knew I'd made a mistake in calling him Emmett rather than Master, but it just spurred me on and soon I found myself sliding into another orgasm, his cock hitting my gspot over and over again. "Please, Master!" I cried out, my body quivering over his. "I need... I need..."
Emmett's hand came down on my ass again, the slap reverberating in the room, my cries of pleasure soon following it as he slammed inside me. "MASTER!" I screamed, cumming hard again. My knees were wobbly and my hands slipped against the wooden door as I lost all control. "Ohhh..." I couldn't hold on anymore, and Emmett was slipping too. His fingers pinched my clit once more, and because I'd lost all control, I came one last time, weak but there, and Emmett stilled inside me, grunting as he came. "Bella..."
He pulled out and spun me again, devouring my mouth with his until I was panting again, my body thoroughly and blissfully wrecked from him. Was there nothing this man couldn't do to me?
*CtR*
"Jake, where did you put the video about pot?" I said, head muffled in my bag.
"Here, Bells," he said, waving the DVD box in his hand. He really was mighty handsome, all dark skin and tattoos and that white grin that made all the pre-teen girls swoon in their seats. I would grin and smile knowingly at the girls as they sighed, lovesick over my coworker, and most of them would blush and look away and pretend to work on their worksheets.
"Jacob, we don't have time for this! Mr. Crowley is waiting for us..."
We rushed through the hallways towards the classroom, several minutes late thanks to Jake's antics, and I was so rushed as I turned the corner, I suddenly crashed into a tall form. All the things in my hands, including my giant book bag on my shoulder went sprawling on the ground. "Shit," I cursed under my breath, bending over to pick them up quickly, which, with a gun belt on- I was still on duty- wasn't an easy task.
"I'm so sorry," the man said apologeically, and I gasped, looking up. Edward's bright green eyes met mine. "Bella!" he said in surprise, not intense now but just as surprised as me. "What are you doing here?"
A/N II: Let me know what you think! What's your craziest public sex moment? I LOVE your repsonses, they keep me going. Thanks!
