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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Squeeze My Lemon~~~~~~~~~ 03.23.11~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Twilight character names belong to Stephenie Meyer. All characterizations, plot lines, backgrounds and details belong to the respective author. No copying or reproduction of this work is permitted without express written authorization. ©2011 luvrofink. All rights reserved worldwide.
This story contains graphic sexual situations, BDSM and features a consensual D/s relationship. This story is not suitable for those under the age of eighteen.
Beta'd by MarchHare5
A/N: This one shot was written for the Squeeze My Lemon. I hope you guys enjoy this saucy little lemon. I had this in my miscellaneous folder for some time, unfinished, so I got to work with my inspiration and headed to the finish line!
I Warned You
Summary: Bella, a sought after Domme in Seattle meets Edward, a man looking for a woman to satisfy his darkest needs, online and begin an overwhelmingly exciting relationship. Edward misbehaves and Bella has to finally meet him face to face to give him the punishment he deserves.
Mistress Bella
I stared at the screen, lost in the beautiful image in front of me. Twenty black plastic clothespins adorned the balls and thighs around the most beautiful cock I'd ever seen. I could see the skin that was pinched between each tiny clamp, white with a pink tip as the blood rushed to the ends of the tortured flesh, up and down two strong hairless thighs, along every inch of the soft sack between them. My palms itched to reach through the screen and pluck each one, to hear the tortured screams of my slut.
Soon.
Edward was a good submissive, as good as one could be when not faced with real time with his Mistress. I trusted him to be honest and by the punishments I've had to hand out, I was inclined to believe he somehow embellished his infractions. After a year of corresponding and online play my little boy was turning into such a painslut.
I minimized the beautiful picture and entered the text of my nightly email.
Undeserving slut,
I was just reminiscing about your first punishment. Do you remember? Your cock was so hard and those clothespins looked like so much fun.
Too bad we've come a long way from simple punishments such as that. Tomorrow you will know what it is to feel my wrath, boy.
My flight and hotel information is enclosed along with your most recent indiscretion. Please feel free to bore me with your apologies. Perhaps they'll make for good in-flight entertainment.
I look forward to gracing you with my presence.
Sincerely,
Your Goddess
I clicked on the attachments to be sent and once again let my eyes run over the final image. It made my stomach churn with anger, my teeth grinding down as I took in every detail. Along the bottom of the photograph was a small blurb.
Dr. Edward Cullen was seen canoodling with one of his latest patients, Kristen McScankson. Dr. Cullen is Hollywood's most sought after plastic surgeon, who has kept a low profile until recently. A source at Club Dread states, "They looked pretty cozy and somewhat trashed. I even heard him call her bella. That's Italian for beautiful, right?"
I attached my itinerary and the article before hitting send and slamming my laptop closed. I got up from my desk and began to pack my bag. I took my time folding each piece, fitting it into its proper place. The reason for my visit was giving me anxiety and I felt slightly out of control. I needed to relax.
After half a bottle of wine and a packed bag later, I was asleep on top of the covers on my bed. I awoke to the sound of my alarm blaring from my phone next to my head. I took a quick shower and got dressed before downing a cup of coffee as I checked my email. In my box was one item. I clicked on the message and began to read.
Dear Goddess,
Your slave has written to apologize to you for his despicable behavior. he was not in his right mind and made a mistake. Please allow your ungrateful slut to make it up to you. he will be at your hotel at your directed time.
Your humble servant,
Edward
I scoffed at his words; surely they meant nothing if he was gallivanting around the city with his little plastic whore. I closed out of my email account and checked my flight info once more before packing my laptop away and gathering my things.
The drive to the airport was quiet and I felt myself relax as the tunes of Mumford and Sons flowed from the speakers. Leaving my car in the lot I grabbed my luggage and went through security before taking care of my bags and waiting at the terminal.
The short flight from Seattle to LA gave me enough time to slip into my headspace. I pulled out my phone to text my arrival and received a response moments later.
Your slave is counting the minutes until he is able to serve you.
I smirked down at the screen, my confidence building as I read his words. Surely he knew that his service would entail pain…and humiliation. He would feel what I felt as I read that damn article. To see the cuff on his wrist as he wrapped his arm around his little plastic whore.
The cab took me to my hotel where I checked in and quickly made it to my room. I had two hours to prepare for Edward's arrival so I jumped in the shower to wash the airplane stench off of me. When I was finished I pulled out the outfit I'd gotten for the special occasion and began the process of putting it on. I'd grown accustomed to loosening and tightening my own corsets since I didn't have anyone at home to do it for me. I always left it loose, making the process of shimmying it on a bit easier before tugging the soft thick laces. After the blue silk and bone corset was in place I pulled on a thin, silk, black thong before adding a garter belt matching the corset and a pair of black sheer thigh highs. I opted for a pair of closed toe pumps, imagining Edward's body bent, head lowered as he licked them clean.
By the time I was done applying my makeup and setting up the toys it was time for Edward's arrival. He knocked without a minute to spare and I steeled myself as I walked forward to open the door.
The sight before me made me gasp. Edward was kneeling in the hall, head lowered, hands behind his back, and wearing only a pair of leather briefs. There was a woman standing in the hall, staring at us, and it only served to infuriate me.
"Get inside!" I ground out, spinning on my heel and walking back into the sitting area of the suite.
The door closed softly, the lock in place as I turned around.
"You just want to make a fucking spectacle of yourself, don't you? Embarrassing me while hundreds of miles away wasn't enough? You want to flaunt your shit in front of strangers now, I see," I spat venomously.
Edward began to stutter his apology.
"Shut up. Just shut up. I did not instruct you to kneel outside my door, did I? No. You took it upon yourself to alter my wishes. Maybe you've developed some sort of God complex out here. Maybe all those plastic whores make you think your God's gift to women, but I'm here to tell you that you're not. You're a dirty little whore whose ass belongs to me. I'm sure if those whores knew what I did to your body, not even in the room with you, they'd see how much of a pathetic excuse of a man you are. You're a greedy little cockslut, aren't you?" I seethed, stalking closer to the kneeling man.
I could see the outline of his hard cock pushing against the leather of his briefs.
"Look at you. You're so fucking hard just from me talking to you. I wonder if maybe we should go out in the hall, give everyone something to look at. Would you like that, slut? Would you like for everyone to watch as I punish that dirty cock of yours?" I teased as squatted down and raked my nails over his pecs.
"Y…yes, Mistress," he gasped.
"Of course you would. That's why we're not going to do that. Why should you get pleasure when I've had to fly all the way out here to punish you? Did you ever stop to think that maybe I wanted our first face-to-face meeting to go a bit differently?"
"Mistress," Edward started.
I landed a quick slap to his left cheek, his head turning to flow with my movement.
"Well, as you can see I'm almost fully dressed. I've got no plastic on this body, so I figured you'd probably appreciate the mercy of not having to look at me. My…shape must leave much to be desired," I sighed dramatically.
I was happy with my body. I was curvy and well toned, not frail and anorexic like those bitches he'd surrounded himself with. My breasts were real and so were the plump DSLs that I slathered with red matte lipstick. But if he wanted someone else, he could have them. There were plenty of men vying for my attention back in Seattle. Being a well sought after Domme had its perks.
"NO! I mean, no, Mistress," Edward shouted and then respectfully corrected.
"Hm, I don't know if I believe you," I hummed, standing to my full height.
"Let's talk, you and I. I need to understand why you agreed to become my submissive if this wasn't satisfying enough for you," I told him as I took a seat on the sofa.
"I…I got drunk and Kristen sort of looks like you—you know, in the face—and I just wanted to feel close to you. I wanted you," he explained.
"So you decided to fuck her because we sort of have the same face?" I asked.
"I didn't. No…we did not do that," he forced out.
I looked at him, where he knelt still and straight. Edward was many things, but he wasn't a liar. He'd been honest with me from the start.
"So you danced with her? And you kissed her?" I asked him.
"Y…yes," he sighed heavily.
"Mmm, well, since I don't kiss filthy whores I think that's okay then. First, let me ask you again. Edward, do you accept my cuff and promise to wear it proudly? Do you promise to obey your Mistress and to do anything that pleases me? Do you promise to accept your punishments along with my lessons to teach and guide you?"
"Yes, Mistress," he answered, his voice laced with emotion.
"We will see. I'm going to address your punishment, and then I'll think about whether I want that cock or not," I said, smirking over at him. "Eyes on me at all times unless I state otherwise. You are to use your safewords, but use them wisely."
I got up from the sofa and moved into the bedroom, ordering Edward to crawl behind me. I could hear the soft shuffle of his hands and knees on the carpet and when I stopped inside the bedroom he came up next to me.
"Onto the bed on your back," I ordered.
Edward did as he was told, climbing onto the bed before lying down on his back. I took the time to appreciate his body, the firm abs and defined chest. He had strong arms and legs, powerful muscle under pale skin. His cock was still hard, pressing against the leather. Even his toes were sexy.
I moved to his side and began to strap him down with the under-the-bed restraints I was able to bring with me. Once his arms and legs were secure I stood at the foot of the bed, his eyes on me.
"I am going to give you pain, for you caused your Mistress pain. I think of you and only you, although we are apart. You say that you wanted me, but your actions speak differently. I was not that woman and she was not me, yet you pretended she was, used her to make yourself feel better, all the while humiliating me," I spoke calmly as I let the torrent of emotion wash over me.
"I received that email from a dear friend of mine. Jasper is a Dom who knows all about you, pet; he's my mentor and my friend. My shame due to my failure as your Domme was not a secret to one of the most important men in my life."
Jasper had alerted me to the gossip trash that he confiscated from his own submissive. She was not allowed to read for entertainment purposes and he found the magazine in her book bag. The moment he saw the article he called me straightaway.
Edward's face twisted in agony, the depth of his disobedience clearly sinking in.
"You embarrassed me, slut. You will be punished until you forget everything but me. I am your Mistress, your Goddess whom you must always please," I spat, my anger rising as I relived the humiliation.
I spun on my heel and grabbed the short whip that lay on the dresser top. With a quick flick of my wrist the tail of the whip snapped against Edward's left nipple making him cry out in pain. The yell was deafening and I knew if I didn't gag him, we'd have security up in minutes. I turned and grabbed the ball gag before stepping to the side of the bed. Strapping it over his mouth I looked down in his eyes, the vibrant jade pools full of remorse and apology.
"You think you're sorry now, pet? You will be when I'm through," I whispered as I placed the buzzer in his hand and leaned down, kissing the blue ball that was shoved in his mouth. The stain of my lipstick was visible on the rubber.
I moved back toward the end of the bed and resumed my whipping. Each sting left a vibrant red mark across Edward's chest and stomach. I moved down to his thighs before I noticed tears leaking from his eyes. I stopped what I was doing and waited, waited for him to press the red button in his hand.
He was sobbing behind the rubber in his mouth and I was afraid he'd choke himself so I rushed to his side and unstrapped him.
"What color are we?" I asked.
"Gr..gr…green, Mistress," he stuttered through his hiccupping sobs.
Physical punishment can cause an emotional release and seeing Edward crying alerted me to his emotional state. He was remorseful for his punishment.
"Do you have something to say or should I continue?" I asked flatly.
"I'm s…sorry, Mistress," he slurred.
"For what?"
"F…for fall…falling in love with you," he hiccupped.
I felt my chest grow tight at his words.
"What?" I asked, clearly confused.
"I was drunk because…because I knew that you'd never…that you didn't want that with me. You're…you're a Domme and…and…I know we can't be that way," he blubbered.
Edward didn't think I was capable of loving him?
"Edward, why didn't you talk to me?" I asked him.
"Because I didn't want you to turn me away. I'd rather be this with you than nothing."
As I looked down at him, eyes swollen and wet, I realized that somewhere along the way I'd fallen in love with him too. All the humiliation and hurt was because I was afraid that he'd wanted someone else.
What a pair we made.
"You love me?" I asked, my resolve to punish fading by the second.
"Yes, I do."
Edward looked up at me, his eyes searching mine for something.
"Do you even want to be a submissive?"
"Yes, of course. I love that part too. I just…wanted more," he explained.
"Very well. I'll give you what you need," I purred seductively as I slipped my fingers through his hair.
As I lifted Edward's head from the mattress I ran my tongue over his bottom lip. I fought back the thoughts of him kissing that other woman and focused on what was happening between us. Edward had captivated me the moment he messaged me online. I'd almost given up on the online BDSM scene when I got a request to chat from Edward. He was beautiful and smart, his wants and desires clear and concise. After chatting for a few weeks I asked him to be my submissive. He was reluctant to meet at first and then it became part of the thrill. Teasing pictures and emails gave way to Skype and phone calls.
"Have you dreamed about this? About me?" I asked softly against his open mouth.
"Yes, Mistress," he gasped as I tugged his head back further.
His neck arched as I spoke lowly, "Let's see if I can make those dreams come true."
I kissed him then, plunging my tongue into his open mouth as he moaned loudly. I pulled his tongue between my lips, sucking and biting until he began to struggle against the bonds at his wrists.
"You want free?" I teased as I broke away from his mouth.
"Yes, Mistress," Edward moaned.
I slowly undid Edward's restraints, rubbing out his muscles before climbing over him, straddling his legs. I reached for the waistband of his briefs, my eyes on his.
"Yessss," Edward hissed as I began to tug them down.
When I finally got them over his hips, Edward's beautiful cock sprang free. He was completely bare of hair, leaving his skin soft and inviting. I wasted no time, leaving his briefs around his thighs before I swallowed his cock whole.
"Oh my fuck!" Edward growled loudly.
"Be quite or I'll gag you again," I chastised, glaring at him for making me remove him from my mouth.
I teased, licked, sucked, and nipped at his cock before traveling down to his balls that lay heavily between his legs. I sucked the soft skin into my mouth, running my tongue over them as Edward groaned and begged me for more. I'd learned his tells from our Skype chats and knew that he was so very close to coming, so let him go with a loud pop.
"No!" Edward whined pathetically.
I landed a harsh slap to his right thigh, red streaks in the shape of my fingers blooming instantly.
"Who does this cock belong to?" I barked as I wrapped my hand around the pulsing shaft and tugged harshly upwards.
Edward screamed a loud, "You, Mistress," as his hips flew off the bed.
"That's right, slut. If I want to suck you until you come, it'll be my choice. If I want to leave you hard all night, that is my choice," I growled roughly, tugging at his balls with my other hand.
Edward was gasping and moaning as I tortured his poor cock. I did promise him that I'd make him feel pain. My good little boy loved pain.
I could feel the material of my panties were soaked through at the crotch. The newfound feelings and watching Edward finally responding to my actual touch were turning me on.
"I think I know just the thing to do next," I mused playfully as I crawled off the bed and retrieved the small leather crop I'd brought with me.
I slowly shimmied out of the drenched panties, balling them up before leaning over the bed and shoving them in Edward's mouth. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as the soaked material ignited his taste buds.
"That's my pussy you taste, boy. Do you like it?" I asked tauntingly.
Edward nodded his head furiously.
I tapped the crop in my open palm as I watched his beautiful body squirm under my gaze. The tip of his cock was bright red and leaking an almost steady stream of precum, inviting my mouth to taste him once more. I had others plans so I straddled his hips, hovering over his throbbing erection before grabbing the base and using both of our juices to coat his heavy cock.
"You're going to beg me to come, slut. If and when I feel you've fucked me well enough, I just might let you come inside me."
"Mmhm," Edward mumbled around the fabric in his mouth as I slowly sunk down on his cock.
The feel of him inside me, stretching and filling me, was almost too much. He was so hot and so big inside me that all I wanted was to bounce and ride him, fuck him until I'd had my fill. I knew I needed to steel myself, to control my own desire to make this as memorable as possible.
I pulled back up, lifting myself onto my knees until only the head of his cock remained inside me.
I looked down at him then, his eyes alight with arousal and love. "You will thrust up at each tap of this crop. I want to feel you in my throat, boy, so you'd better work that body for me."
His head bobbed with his consent and when the flap of my crop smacked against his left nipple, with feet flat on the bed, Edward's hips lifted from the bed and slammed up into me. The head of his cock brushed that sweet spot inside me and I could feel my juices leak around him. He pulled back down before I landed the crop against his right nipple which he followed with another slam of his hips. Over and over I tapped him, each tap leading to a rigorous thrust, and soon we were frantically moving together. I forcefully tugged down the top of my corset, exposing my breasts to him, before tugging the flimsy fabric of my panties from between his lips. Edward's mouth opened as he stared at my bouncing tits, his tongue peeking out to lick the corner of his mouth.
I teasingly caressed them with the tip of the crop, using my other hand to tweak and pull at my nipples as he sat deep inside me. I rocked on him, back and forth as his cock stayed snuggled in my warmth before starting back up with the crop. I was so close to the edge and I knew what would send me off.
"Rub my breasts, slut. I want your hands on me," I commanded as I bent at the waist to press my mouth against his.
When our tongues touched for a brief second I pulled away. "Now you need to fuck me like a good boy. Make your Mistress come."
Edward kissed me back, sucking my tongue into his mouth as his hands did wicked things to my breasts, all the while his cock pistoning in and out of my pussy. I gripped his hair in my hands, pulling his head back as he stared up at me.
"Fuck my pussy, Edward. Yeah, so good, mother fuck!" I moaned loudly.
Edward's hands pressed my breasts together and his thumbs brushed roughly over my nipples as I finally came, my pussy gripping his shaft like a vise.
"Mistress, can I come?" he begged breathlessly.
"Yes, yes, yes!" I screamed.
I felt his cock pulse inside me, emptying into me as he kept thrusting. He felt so good inside me, our bodies finally connected as one. Slowly I pressed my lips to him, kissing him as we came down from our highs. He was so beautiful.
"Was that everything you'd dreamed it would be?" I asked softly.
Edward smiled up at me, eyes shining. "It was more."
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