Chapter 12: Reclaiming the House
CAUTION: Contains a Graphic Lemon that would have Edward clutching his head and yelling. Nobody wants to think about their parents, you know...
This chapter's material is kinky, but there will be no torture, objectification, degradation or use of force. In other words, these will be acts of consent between respectful adults who are in love.
The lemons in my works will always be loving and there will be a deep emotional connection between the monogamous participants. No acts, no matter how 'hard', will take place that the recipient would find demeaning, scary or uncomfortable.
I will place a bolded asterisk before the place where the lemon begins. Anyone who does not want to read it should stop reading at that point.
I reserve the right to make fun of, or sources of embarrassment out of, the Denalis.
Carlisle and Esme have been married a long time so they would like novelty. And Carlisle was celibate for a lot longer than Edward, in case anybody didn't notice:D
Ahem. Vampires are very ... um, sanitary. They bathe fastidiously, they don't eliminate, and they don't have germs to share. They also don't damage easily. Please do not assume the same thing applies to other sentient creatures. Humans have stringent health and safety requirements. Take care of your body. You only get one.
Now that I've been kind enough to let you hear Jacob have his tantrum, I'm going back to where we left off at the end of Chapter 9. Haven't you always wondered what happened at the house after Edward and Bella left? Well, I did:)
All belongs to Stephenie. I'm just playing a very naughty game with her people, and I'll give them back later.
Oh, and the Muppets belong to Jim Henson's heirs and their respective owners. If you don't know who the Muppets are, go to You Tube and search " The Muppets-Bohemian Rhapsody" on xDnamemendi's channel. She has been kind enough to list all the puppets' names in order of appearance. Told you my taste was eclectic, right?
Esme's pov:
August 13, 1:30 am
"Goodbye!" I shouted at Bella as Edward manoeuvred the Guardian down our drive. There were cars parked all the way to the end of our private road, which was a first for our family. The guests for the graduation party had not brought nearly so many vehicles.
Carlisle and I waved and he whistled as the newlyweds pulled out. I barely caught Edward's amused eye roll. It made Carlisle chuckle as they drove away. Bella looked so happy. What a gratifying day.
"Well my lovely, the last chick has left the nest," Carlisle said, kissing my cheek.
"Thank goodness. Weren't they wonderful?" It warmed me right through.
"They certainly were that. They made quite an impression on Billy, too," my husband smirked.
"They made quite the impression on everyone. Even your workmates." I eyed him teasingly. "That slide show? Alice had better watch her step. Doesn't matter if they're thrilled with the wedding. Edward won't overlook any slight to their privacy."
"Edward may have to adjust to a lack of privacy, considering his siblings' proclivities. Thank God you decided to fix up that old cottage for them."
"I like peace. We won't start transferring their possessions until Monday, okay? We need to accomplish some chores before that."
"I'll say. What's on the agenda for tonight, Peach?" Carlisle's hand crept down to squeeze my backside, and stayed to explore the swishy fabric of my long skirt. I gave him a coy look.
"Maybe if you're well-behaved tonight, Dr Cullen, I'll take control of you." Well, I had his undivided attention, that was for sure.
"Define good behaviour, madame."
"After we see everyone off, you and I need to secure the booze and box up the leftover food. I promised Bella the food wouldn't go to waste. Em and Rose can double check all the guests are sober to drive home, and then they can take the food to the women's shelter in Seattle tonight. Jasper needs to drive Sue and Billy. Perhaps Alice will go with him. Everything else can probably wait for tomorrow. Will you talk to Jasper in the morning about falsifying a police report about James, and planting it in the FBI database? "
"Of course. Your list doesn't sound so bad. What are you doing with the flowers?"
"A lot of them will get sent home with guests. The rest can go to the old folks' home."
"Sounds lovely. Who's doing the delivery?"
"I thought you and I could drop in later tomorrow morning."
"Is it just my imagination, or are you trying to get our kids out of the house tonight, Peach?"
"Well, I've managed to set one couple a task, and another couple is getting on a plane. I'm hoping the third couple gets a psychic hint."
"Mmm. Sounds like a romantic playtime is on the agenda."
"I certainly hope so."
"I could really use a nap, Esme."
"Would you mind, terribly, waiting just a couple of days? Getting you to the point of napping could be a little ... conspicuous."
"I bet Edward will get a nap soon." Carlisle's eyes glinted wickedly. He didn't feel the need to protect Edward's modesty anymore. Edward had Bella, so expressing manly feelings around him was now fair game. I was enjoying this new, playful side of my mate.
"That should scare them both. Did anyone warn them?"
"Heck no. Where would the fun be in that?"
"Sometimes I'd like to be a fly on the wall."
Carlisle pretended to pout. His eyes were dancing, which spoiled the effect he was going for. "So no nap for me tonight."
"Aw. Poor baby. May I remind you females never get to nap?"
"It's not like we haven't tried to find the solution to that, love. Females don't react like males. I wish I could help."
"You aren't worrying are you? I actually don't mind missing out on sleep, not that vampire 'naps' really qualify as sleep. They aren't like sleep at all. Trust me."
"I know. But they are so refreshing. I'm sorry."
"There never used to be enough 'me' time when I was human, and now there's always enough time and energy to accomplish what I'd like to."
"Well, I'm glad. I won't bother feeling guilty, then. Cleaning tomorrow?"
"Yes. I don't figure we'll hear from the newlyweds until the day after that. They're probably going to be too busy for the first while."
Carlisle laughed quietly. "I think it will be amazing if Edward doesn't join the Mile High Club."
"He's probably already in it. They'll be on the plane, now. Who would have thought reticent little Bella would turn dominant?"
"Just wait 'til she's turned. He might take over. It's always the quiet ones, Peach."
"You ought to know, Doctor Teeth."
I only called him that as an invitation to certain activities. It was funny how the nickname started. There used to be a Muppet with that name back in the 70's. The family used to like to watch it sometimes because of the good guest stars, and somehow we all ended up dressed as Muppets one Halloween. Alice's idea, of course. She was Animal. Carlisle was speechless when he saw his glam costume: a gold tooth, red fuzzy wig and beard, top hat and stripey outfit. Not as speechless as Jasper, who was a horrified Kermit to Rose's Piggy.
Mine wasn't so bad. I was Janice. Emmett was Fozzie Bear (so naturally he didn't mind) and Edward was Rowlf the Dog. We were in Saskatchewan at the time. We ended up at the community dance, which was a fundraiser for the hospital. We were a big hit. And Edward played the dilapidated upright piano in costume, with the tips of his fingers poking out through his furry brown mittens and a shiny black nose stuck to his face.
Improvisational jazz, I recalled fondly, much like the character played in the show. Somewhere in the attic, there was a photo. It was probably the last time Edward had admitted to liking dogs. He certainly didn't like them any longer. I'd have to show Bella. She needed ammunition to deal with Edward's perfectionism.
"Ooh. Don't call me that unless you mean it." Carlisle nuzzled my neck, bringing my focus back to the present.
"I believe I do," I fluttered my eyelashes coyly.
"Mmm. Then maybe we'd better get the show on the road," Carlisle said smoothly.
Charlie walked up to us, scratching the back of his neck. "Uh, Esme? I was wondering whether Jasper could drive me and Sue home now. It was a great wedding, but tonight was kinda tough on us both."
"Why certainly, Charlie. We understand. Are you okay?"
"I'm okay, Esme. Edward will take good care of my daughter. He's proven that. So I feel okay, letting Bells go. It's natural that she grow up. And Edward's a great kid.
"It was sure hard watching Bella hurt, though, especially at Jake's hands. But she'll be fine. She's a trooper.
"I'm more worried about Jake. And Sue. She was so upset. I'm gonna try and convince her to stay at my place for company. Her kids aren't home and I don't think she should be by herself. She'll fret. I'll offer her a chat over some cocoa. Then I'll put her up in Bella's room."
Charlie Swan? Monosyllable Man, offering Sue a chat? There must be something there. I avoided raising my eyebrows with difficulty.
"That sounds like a wonderful idea, Charlie. You're a good man."
"I'm so sorry that everything became so stressful tonight, Charlie. I hope you forgive me for not sharing Bella's secrets." Carlisle said, shaking hands.
"No hard feelings, Carlisle. I know you were prevented by your position."
"Thanks, Charlie. Jasper, there you are! Would you please take Charlie and Sue home now?"
"Sure Dad. No problem. Charlie? Sue? I'll take you in the Vanquish, and Lis can follow behind in the Porsche and drive me home."
"You're sure it's no trouble, Jasper?"
"None at all, honest." Charlie drew Sue out of the crowd of guests, issued his invitation, which was accepted, and said their farewells. He tucked Sue's hand under his arm and escorted her back toward us. Definitely something there. How sweet. Carlisle and I exchanged a knowing smile.
Alice ran up with a large flower arrangement, which she pressed into Sue's hands. Sue ducked her head shyly, thanked us, and sniffed the flowers. Charlie took the flowers from her, and they strolled down the drive, accompanied by Alice and Jasper.
Jasper started discussing the fine points of bagging deer with Charlie. He had definitely made progress. Carlisle read my mind.
"What's with Jasper, coping so well with the temptation of humans?" he wondered.
"He really likes Bella so he's trying harder. Since he just hunted last night, everything should be fine."
"Be nice if we could integrate him more."
"Yes. He's always wanted that."
"I used to be afraid he'd cheat on our diet." Carlisle gazed down the drive at Jasper and the others.
"He would never have disappointed Alice that way."
"Thank God for Alice."
"For infinite reasons," I agreed.
Carlisle wandered over to Rosalie and murmured into her ear. I went inside and brought out some of the flower arrangements in a box. When I came back outside, some of the guests were preparing to leave and some of Carlisle's nursing staff had already left with their mates. I said goodnight to Dr. And Mrs Gerandy, and gave her a small vase of flowers.
Carlisle was saying goodnight to the Chief of Staff. Perkins. He presented the man's wife with flowers as well. They were new to Forks, and expressed a wish to get closer to our family. I guess we made a good impression.
Rosalie and Em were way down the drive, herding Bella's young people toward their cars with a flashlight. Alice's fairy lights weren't quite bright enough to help humans unlock their vehicles.
"Goodnight, Esme. Goodnight, Carlisle."
"Oh, goodnight Angela. And you, Ben. I hope you both enjoyed yourselves today."
"It was a spectacular day, Esme. I'm so glad for Bella and Edward. They're perfect together," Angela gushed.
"That, they are. I was happy to meet your parents and brothers today, dear. I think I'll have to get to know your mother better. We seem to have a lot in common."
"I daresay she'd really like that, Esme. But if you're not careful, she'll have you volunteering in the Sunday nursery or something."
"Well, I don't know if I can handle that. But maybe the kitchen."
"Be careful what you say, or it may be used against you." Angela grinned with a raised brow.
"I'll keep that in mind. Lovely to see you again, Ben."
"Thanks for having me. I enjoyed being here early, and spending time with Edward and his brothers. Terrific wedding. I bet Seth will make a great video. I'd love to see it sometime."
"I'm sure Edward will be chomping at the bit to share it," I chuckled.
"These are for you, Angela. Do you need an escort to your car?" Carlisle handed a huge flower arrangement to Ben.
"Uh, no, we'll be okay. We'll take our time. No reason to rush."
"Okay, goodnight kids."
"Thanks for everything, Esme," Angela smiled.
"Keep in touch."
"Okay." Angela put her hand on Ben's arm, which was too occupied with the big container of flowers to be any use at hugging her. They walked carefully down the dark drive, chatting contentedly. Nice kids.
"Is that everyone?" I whispered to Carlisle, copping a feel. His breath hitched.
"Eric's still packing up."
"Well, let's go see if we can help him."
"No need. Rose is already on the job. She and Em must have slipped back through the trees. Em's got the speakers, see?"
"Great. Let's go see if we can start boxing up the food." I took Carlisle's hand, and we retrieved a bunch of plastic containers from the fridge, and a huge bag of buns, and took it all in a pair of boxes out to the snack table in the marquis. We added the leftover squares and snacks to the boxes. I put the partial tier of the wedding cake in a cardboard cake box, which would have to be carried separately. Then, Carlisle and I made a trip to the M3, and stowed all the food away. The cake wouldn't fit in the tiny trunk, so I put it on the floor of the back seat.
"All set kids?" Carlisle asked as Rose and Em returned, minus Eric.
"Yes, the weirdo has left." Rose announced.
"That's not very nice, Rose," I admonished her.
"Trust me, he is weird," Emmett said with arched brows. "Food all set to go? We'll take it now."
"Yes, thank you Emmett. We'll pack up the booze. Then there won't be much left to do except put the vehicles away and secure the house. We'll clean up tomorrow."
"You'd better take in the tablecloths and garbage unless you want to attract wildlife. Maybe we should leave them out. Easy pickings," Emmett advised.
"Thank you, Emmett. I don't need rental items destroyed. And thanks for doing this task. Bella will be pleased. We'll see you when you get back."
"Okay, Mom. Don't wait up." Emmett leered. Rosalie rolled her eyes.
"Okay. Goodnight kids."
We watched the M3 pull out. Carlisle turned to me, snuggling up. "What do you think the chances are that I can ravish you in the kitchen before Alice and Jasper get back?"
"Slim to none. I just heard the Porsche pull in."
"Grr! Perdition!"
"Doctor, I am going to punish you for that language. Now help me clean up the laundry, and the bar."
"Yes, Milady."
"Hurry."
"Yes, Milady."
In minutes, the chores were complete, and Carlisle and I were heading up to our secret lair, hidden between our walk in closet and Carlisle's office. It wasn't totally secret, because Edward and Alice knew, of course, but nobody except Carlisle and I knew how to get in. The room was nothing fancy or sinister: just an area that could be staged for various games. But Edward had threatened to pour bleach in his head when he first found out about it, so we tried to use it when he wasn't home.
And I had a new toy to try, that I thought was going to be a resounding success. I snickered to myself. How I would love to manage to surprise Carlisle. It didn't happen as often as I could wish. After all, being a doctor, my husband found out about a lot of things that most people would never encounter.
*
I popped the hidden catch and flipped on the light. I threw a waterproof sheet and a clean towel down over the custom designed bed, which had a reinforced steel frame and a leather-bound mattress. I prepared my sterile instruments and props. Not that germs could really hurt us, but we liked the antiseptic scent. Then I opened my costume trunk and took a long look, trying to decide.
I pulled my black merry widow with the red accents from the trunk, and found my leather cat mask and black silk stockings and knee-high spiked heel boots. Then I made myself comfortable, and waited, planning. Carlisle had been much to stressed lately. He needed to hand control over to me for an hour or two.
Part of my brain registered Jasper and Alice leaving the house. Bless Alice.
I heard the latch click, and Dr Sexy was before me, dressed in the black leather pants and biker boots I'd left out for him on our bed. No shirt, and his own leather mask. Totally hot.
Apparently, he liked the look of me, too, because his scent instantly changed and a dark shadow misted up behind the gold of his eyes.
"Well, well, what have we here?" I crooned. "A very, very naughty fellow with a dirty mouth. I think you need to be taught a lesson."
"Yes, Milady." Wow, was he ever turned on. Black eyes. Bingo.
"I think you deserve punishment for that nasty swearing."
"Yes, Milady."
"I think I will have to whip you with my crop."
"Yes, Milady." Mmm. Definitely turned on. I stepped behind Carlisle and pushed him roughly down on the bed with my foot. He landed on all fours. I spanked him with my palm, hard, through the leather britches. He moaned a little, with anticipation.
"You're going to get whipped, naughty boy."
"Yes, Milady."
"And you're going to like it, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"And then, we're going to try something new."
"Okay."
"What did you say?"
"I mean, yes, Milady."
"Take down your pants." He complied in a hurry. And heaven help me, he had tied up his equipment with a studded leather cock and ball ring. I stroked it with my crop, and he arched and shuddered. I ran the crop around the vee of his loins, and tickled his privates with it, until he was whimpering with anticipation and his legs were quivering.
"Your attire pleases me." I brought down the crop on his buttocks. Crack.
"Thank you, Milady."
"You're not counting! Your job is to count the strikes!" Crack.
"Sorry, Milady. One, two!"
"But even if you did please me, you need to follow the rules, and you broke them." Crack.
"Three. Sorry Milady."
"You used an obscenity. For that, you must receive a chastisement." Crack.
"Four." I couldn't hear any stress in his voice. Perhaps a harder strike was warranted. Crack.
"Five." Crack.
"Ow. Six! Red!" He cringed a little. Damn, inflicting pain wasn't supposed to be part of the game.
I dropped the crop and ran my hand over the silvery welt I'd accidentally created. Curse me if I hadn't left an abrasion. Within a few seconds, it began to heal. I relaxed. Carlisle wasn't complaining. His eyes were sparkling in response to my fretting. I kissed the welt better and continued.
"Clothes off." Carlisle kicked off the boots and slipped out of the leather pants, staring submissively at the floor.
"Lie on your back, with your feet on the floor." When my mate complied, I surveyed him from above, and reached down to caress his ribs and tweak his nipples.
"You will pleasure me."
"Oh, yes, Milady." A small growl escaped him. His black eyes burned.
"And you will do exactly as I say. You will not speak unless I tell you to. You may nod or shake your head." He nodded vehemently.
I straddled his torso and put one of my boots on the bed, leaving my other foot on the floor. "Stroke me." Carlisle began caressing my privates, running flat thumbs across either side of my clit, kneading my inner thighs with his hands, and stroking back and forth down my underwear.
"More." He pulled the offending garment gently out of the way and continued his teasing. When I was open and aching for him, I gave more orders. "Penetrate me. Find my gee." My mate thrust two fingers into me and found my g-spot. He thrust and curled his fingers, driving me mad with desire.
"Harder!" I rested my hands on his chest and bucked wildly until my climax. I soaked him.
"I will mark you as mine," I snarled, rubbing my jism all over his abdomen. He was so hard, his dick was curled up on his belly past his navel. Well, it had been a while since we'd had the leisure to play this game. Too many nosey house guests.
"Do you like it when I cum on you, you horny Englishman?"
He nodded urgently.
"Do you like submitting to me?"
Yes, again.
"You have pleased me. I am going to try something new. You are free to speak at will."
"Thank you, Milady."
I fetched my new set of toys. A leather case zippered shut down the middle. I opened it. A series of fine, graduated surgical steel rods about 12 inches long, with a slight curve at each rounded end, were revealed, laid out neatly on black velvet.
Carlisle observed the rods with clinical interest. "Milady, what are those?"
"Those, my sub, are Urethral Sounds." A drop of pre-cum oozed out of the end of his dick.
"How do they work?" he asked, intrigued.
"One is lubricated, and inserted into the penis until the end gently touches the prostate. It tickles."
"Yellow." My mate looked at the device with a hint of trepidation. Time to slow down and reassure him.
"It must be inserted with extreme care and your participation will be mandatory."
"Yes, Milady."
I fetched a sterile plastic medicine syringe that I had filled with lubricant, and pumped a small amount slowly into his urethra. I took the smallest rod, lubricated it, and poised it at his tip.
"Green." Carlisle took hold of his dick and held it still. I slowly inserted the rod, until it was about 7 inches inside him, producing a shocked groan. Then, he took over, fishing it inside a few more inches until it touched his prostate. By pressing down the length of his main vein, I could feel the end of the sound. Strange, and fascinating. The sensations drew a guttural sound from my mate.
Carlisle began slowly sliding the sound back and forth and around. I played with his privates and squeezed his thighs and admired him. Carlisle was glorious. After several minutes, his breathing grew ragged. His black eyes fell on me lustily.
I pinched my fingers around the sound and began to draw it out, slowly. My mate slid it the rest of the way out, and dropped it on the sheet.
"Take me!" I demanded. Carlisle lifted me into the air and pushed me up to the wall, and slammed into me. He licked and sucked at my earlobe greedily. One of his arms supported my weight, and the other braced us against the reinforced concrete wall. I wrapped my arms and legs tightly around my mate, feeling powerful. Only I could please him. I was thankful every day that he chose me. He banged me hard, until our moans turned into guttural screams and snarls. We climaxed together, as he held me up against the wall. He held me there, for several moments, after, as we panted and kissed. Then he lowered me gently to the floor.
My husband slipped off his mask and mine, and smirked slyly at me.
"Have you been listening to Tanya again?"
"No, I found those on my own when I was looking online for something else."
"Mmm. So what were you looking for, you vixen?"
"We'll discuss that another day. You liked it?"
"It's ... different, but yes, I liked it. A lot. But it requires some care."
"Yes, and some disinfecting."
"It's not likely to infect a vampire with anything, love."
"I'm not taking any chances with you, Carlisle. You're too valuable. We're supposed to sterilize these with rubbing alcohol."
"Whatever makes you comfortable. Thanks for the game, Esme. I needed it, after everything that's happened this month. I love you."
"My pleasure, love. When the chores are done, we'll get you that nap. I think all the kids will take a few days holiday after they hear from their brother, and we'll have the house all to ourselves. We're all frazzled."
"The stress is over, thank goodness." he sighed, sated for the time being.
"What could be more stressful than planning a wedding?" I shrugged.
"Planning a wedding with Alice in charge?"
"Touché."
We smiled and kissed each other affectionately.
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