Hey everyone!
To say its been awhile would be an understatement haha... its been a looong time.
I got a new follower for this story a few days ago and it inspired me to revisit the document and finish this chapter, which I probably began writing over 6 months ago. It wasn't easy -I'm rusty, that's for sure- but rereading everything up to this point did make me want to continue where I left off!
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FOURTEEN
Days passed…and it was excruciating to keep the Cullens' secret from Isabella Swan. It didn't help that she ransacked the internet for answers every other day, requiring me to feign ignorance about her googling the word 'vampire' for the umpteenth time. The sun came to visit for a few days, so the coven of Cold Ones stayed away from the high school, much to my girlfriend's dismay. It irritated me beyond belief that she cared so much. Then again, Jasper probably knew how I felt, with my being his girlfriend's singer. But Edward wasn't Bella's singer, so she needed to calm down.
Our 3 month anniversary fell on a Saturday. I'd spent the night previous and woke up before Bella, carefully unthreading my arms from her naked body before getting dressed and tiptoeing down the world's creakiest staircase. The Swan household's cupboards were often more bare than stocked but I managed to scramble up some eggs and flip some flapjacks. I prepared three plates, knocking gently on Charlie's door and treating him to breakfast in bed as well, before striding to the second floor and preparing to do the same for my girlfriend. I rested her serving on the end table as I knelt in front of her precious, angelic face…childlike in her sleep. As light as a feather I brushed a strand of hair away from her face and yet she stirred, nose scrunching up and brow furrowing. I waited until her dreams reclaimed her before leaning in and kissing her with impossible softness. She sighed with bliss into my mouth, not doing much to kiss me back but parting her lips willingly enough, and I didn't mind in the slightest. I slowly climbed on top of her, managing to keep her half-asleep by suspending my body in a pushup position as we continued to French.
"Good morning, sweetness," I murmured when she began to consciously kiss me back. "Happy 3 month anniversary, Isabella."
She smiled. "Happy 3 month anniversary baby."
We smooched. "I brought you breakfast in bed."
Bella 'eek'ed excitedly, sitting up as I handed her the plate. "Yum, pancakes! Lots of butter and light syrup, you know me so well."
"I like to think I pay attention," I said, extremely pleased with myself.
"Aren't you going to eat?"
"I did," I said, the rinsed dishes in the sink. "and I'll be having you for dessert."
Once she finished I placed just a drop of syrup on her clit and began to feast. She bit a pillow in an effort to keep quiet but Bella is LOUD in the bedroom. I licked and flicked until she was at the edge… and pulled away. She gasped in outrage as I teased her with feather kisses along the inside of her thigh, biting her as soon as her eyes closed again. She moaned deep in the back of her throat, one hand knotting in my hair and guiding me back to her center. Her thighs squeezed my skull to keep me in place, practically howling into the useless pillow as the pleasure grew too intense and she climaxed.
Our bodies fell limp alongside one another, glistening and panting. Her eyes fluttered open, dazed and confused, and I smiled brilliantly at her, trying to convey all the admiration and adoration I felt for her. She crawled over to me and I welcomed her with open arms, our bodies slippery in the most intimate way. "Jordan," she whispered, the word sounding like a piece of candy on her tongue.
"Yes, my dearest one."
"I think I'm ready."
"For what, darling?" I glanced down and could tell from the fire in her eyes what activity she was referring to. "Are you sure?"
"I think you've waited long enough," she teased, giggling. She reached down and my breath hitched when her fingers stroked my cock. "What is it gonna be like to finally slide this big thick dick into my tight little pussy after months and months of waiting?"
"Herrrrumph," I moaned, bucking my hips slightly, assisting in her efforts. "It's going to be diviiiiiine."
She disappeared beneath the sheets and the next moment that soft, warm mouth was enclosed around my penis head. She gave the tip the gentle attention that drives every man wild. I almost protested aloud when she came up for breath. "Just so you know, this is my first time doing this. Like any of this."
"That's okay —you're doing great!" She dove into the blankets again, reuniting my member with her talented lips. Up and down the length she kissed and licked my erection. "What a perfect dicksucker I have, worshipping Master's Godcock with that slave tongue. Such a good slut." The blanket rose and fell with the motions of her head… she couldn't take very much of me at once, but that was understandable given her inexperience, and I would train her to deep throat. "Watch your teeth, little one," I critiqued gently. "You can pull your lips over them if you want. It will feel strange to you but it will feel exceptional to me." She followed my instructions and I let my head fall against the pillows behind me, trusting the pairing of her intuition and instincts.
Soon my dick slipped from her mouth as she climbed out from under sheets. My eyes strolled across every summit and valley of Miss Swan's beautiful body… her swollen breasts and pointy pink nipples… the soft, pale expanse that was her stomach… the sharpness of her hipbones. I grabbed my wallet from the nightstand and tore open a condom. She plucked it from my fingers and rolled it over my cock with hers. Then, I watched as she lowered herself…impaled herself upon my spear.
The look on a virgin's face when she finally feels full for the first time is unforgettable. Her eyes fluttered to the back of her head —she smiled brilliantly— and she moaned with a mix of pain and pleasure. "Don't sit all the way down, darling," I cautioned her, hands at her elbows to halt her from doing so. "Go slowly for your first time, my dear. Not many women can take a dick like this all at once."
She obeyed, bouncing softly like a bunny up and down on my erection, wincing and smiling at once each time she descended. I reached up and fondled her tits, squeezing and massaging them, finding her nips and twisting them until she winced. "Thank you, sir," she hissed through her teeth.
"Would you like some training, pet?"
She began nodding empathetically. "Oh yes please, more than anything my powerful king."
"I'm going to teach you how to submit. It is a very important skill for little girls to know. Do you understand, sweetness?" She moaned in assent. "Okay, darling, when I ask you to submit, you will exalt me and worship me while humbling yourself. You pay tribute to my dominance with your words. Already you do an exquisite job of this in the manner you normally speak to Master, so don't be afraid to try."
"Yes sir," she breathed, switching her motion from up and down on my dick to back and forth. "Master, I'm so thankful to be…having sex with you…"
I smiled despite myself. I was already losing her to subspace —where a slave might be capable of submitting— but not one as inexperienced as Bella. I released the expectation of her submission and instead focused on her innocence and her purity. A new slave is so very precious in her own way; a different joy than a perfectly trained one. I pushed myself up onto my elbows and caressed Bella's legs with my hands until those big brown eyes opened for me. "Are you ready to get fucked?" I asked her.
In the next moment, she was on her back. Bella's performance blowing me and riding me was delicious foreplay, and now it was my turn to perform for her. I propped myself up by one arm as I rocked my hips against hers. Her hands explored my body… scratching down my back, squeezing my shoulders, all in an attempt to draw our bodies closer together. She gasped as she received my full length and girth for the first time —and I showed no mercy— I gave it to her again and again and again. "Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit," she was whispering, her voice jumping an octave each time.
"Do you want me to stop?" I teased her.
"Don't stop!" she nearly growled, arms around my neck, pulling me closer.
She matched pace with my thrusts and now we moved together…no separation…more of one body than two. My skin drank in every inch of hers; the breaths between us the only air in the room. I closed any remaining distance by uniting our lips. I loved the way she tasted: the sweetness of familiarity, salty with the effort, the spice of this moment.
We came together, as soon as her pussy started to tighten around my cock. We gasped into each other's mouths as the lightning struck us both, electrocuting our vibrating bodies, throttling my very consciousness. Bella's pleasure came in waves, the contraction of each I felt through my dick, the spasms akin to a round of applause for a job well done.
"Wow," she said dreamily. I propped myself up again so I could look down at my beautiful girlfriend's face. Water pooled in her eyes and when she blinked, a tear snaked down her cheek. I bent my head and licked it away, making her laugh, and she reached up to wipe away the rest. "Don't pay attention to me. I don't know why I'm crying."
"That's okay," I told her, bobbing and weaving my head until she'd look at me. "It's okay, lovely. A lot of people cry their first time." A beat. "I've been told I'm that good."
"Stop it." She smacked me, and then her hand stayed where it'd landed, suddenly feeling up my bicep. It didn't matter that I'd busted a nut maybe two minutes ago…her touch was extremely gratifying. "How was… how was I?"
I smiled, suppressing a laugh, not wanting to make her self-conscious. "You were splendid, my dear," I purred, kissing her face a few times. "Exquisite. Fantastic. Perfect, my sweet little slave. You pleased Master very well." Her arms returned around my neck and I descended on her again…holding each other in a hug. I turned over so we lay side-by-side, as equals. The sex had been a pleasant blend of BDSM and vanilla but, right now, beyond Master and slave…I wanted to be Jordan and Bella. "Isabella."
"Yes?"
My mouth opened —and then it stopped, my jaw rolling on its hinges. I was well aware of the phrase that had nearly passed my lips. It was three words I rarely uttered to anyone. They placed the other person in a position of absolute power —you become entirely at their mercy. These are words you can't swallow back once they've been said. I wish I could say it was Saraphina's face that had popped into my mind's eye the nanosecond before I spoke…a reminder of the backhand to euphoria that comes with love: the ending. But it wasn't the thought of my ex-girlfriend, or even the pain and suffering that she had left in her wake, which stopped me. It was Alice.
"Nothing. Let's get dressed. I've got quite the day planned for us!"