A/N: I was blown away by the response from the last update so you've earned yourselves a little treat. I hope you enjoy :P ... PS: my cat may or may not be toying with a mouse behind a box of litter near the front door... said box is between me and the stairs and the front door and... basically the rest of the house... She'd definitely toying with something and I need to know who I'm staying with when it turns out to be a mouse? ;)
"Alice I'm going fucking crazy," I complained, flopping onto my back in bed, my cell phone pressed against my ear. It had been two weeks since my little incident and Edward had me on virtual house arrest. I'd seen overly protective Edward before but even his reaction to Jacob coming onto me was nothing compared to me being pregnant.
"Welcome to my world," Alice huffed and I could hear her shifting around uncomfortably. Alice was one of the only people we'd told and only because she was getting fairly close to having baby Whitlock and we didn't want her to feel like we were stealing her thunder. Of course, Alice could never think Like that. Instead she'd gone full sonic mode as she squealed and bounced in her seat, excitedly babbling about two babies to play with. Since then she'd had to go on bed rest because the baby was getting too big for her to comfortably carry around and the Doctor didn't want any surprises. I felt bad about not telling Rose yet, but I felt that it was an important conversation to have and the timing had to be right.
"At least your husband loves you, I'm pretty sure Edward's just doing this to punish me," I grumbled. "He treats me like I'm going to break. We haven't had sex since we found out about the baby."
"Yeah, Jasper went through that. Just have him talk to your Doctor, he can ask questions and feel more comfortable," she advised.
"Your dad's my Doctor," I retorted and Alice snorted.
"I'd say never mind but as the family physician he was the one who gave me the period talk, it would do the old man some good to talk sex with his son and kind-of-daughter-in-law." This time I laughed, but maybe it wasn't a bad idea. Maybe not for me to be there, I wasn't the concerned one, but Edward could have a one on one with his dad and feel more comfortable.
"I'll suggest it, but in the meantime desperate times call for desperate measures."
"Yeah, that's where our conversation ends. There's only so much sex-with-my-brother talk that I have in me," she informed dryly and I giggled. "Call me later."
I thought a long time about how to convince Edward that I wasn't going to break. I could cook for him, if I was allowed to leave the house to go grocery shopping. Technically I knew I could leave but he was monitoring the security system—paranoid!—and it would just cause a fight that wasn't worth it. We'd been ordering in when he gets home from work each night. You'd think that would get old, but you'd be surprised the number of non-delivering restaurants that make an exception for him. Either that or he'll send his driver to pick something up. In New York, the possibilities were endless. No, food wouldn't work, so I decided seduction was my best bet. Luckily, that was sort of my expertise.
When Edward got home from work that night, I had dimmed the lights in the apartment and lit a few candles around the bed. Nothing too close though, with my luck I'd set someone on fire and that would definitely ruin the mood. I'd spent an hour curling my hair, and almost as long putting on my war paint—complete with lush, red lips. Then I'd picked out an outfit I hoped he'd remember.
He found me posed at the foot of the bed, my trench coat open, exposing a black corset and see through panties. Just like the first time, it was my garters that caught his eye. I watched him pause, confused at first, then lust flashed in his eyes and he swallowed. "What are you doing," he asked, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him.
"Waiting for you, Mr. Cullen," I purred and he swallowed a groan.
"You're killing me."
"Oh now we wouldn't want that," I told him, standing and letting my coat fall to the floor as I approached him. When I stood in front of him, I was careful not to touch him as I reached for his belt and started to undo it. He watched me, mesmerized, as I undid his pants and pushed them down his hips. Edward's erection sprang free and I was instantly ready for him; but I could wait.
"Bella," he whispered, but I placed a finger to his lips to stop him. Then I dropped to my knee and took him in my hand, relishing the power I felt when he groaned, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back. I licked at the head teasingly at first, placing a soft kiss on the tip and feeling his Previn on my lips, before bringing him into my mouth.
Edward was big, I loved that, and it took me using my hands to be able to touch all of him at once. I took my time at first, savoring the heavy feel of him in my mouth as I worked him in and out while using my hands to spread moisture all the way to the base. Then I pulled him out completely and squeezed firmly with my hands, earning a gasp and a moan as I started to work him.
His green eyes found mine and he stared at me, lust unyielding, as I leaned forward to run my tongue along his balls. I pulled one into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue, then released it with an audible pop and I felt him shudder. As I moved my mouth back to his cock, Edward's hands found my hair and he began guiding my movements. He pulled ever so slightly as I removed my hands and then he was fucking my mouth, his movements erratic as I tried to keep up sucking him at the pace he had set.
"Oh God," he breathed, the sound making my clit tingle, then I felt him shudder again and tasted his climax on my tongue.
I'd never been much for the taste of cum, but it wasn't terrible either. I swallowed it quickly, ignoring the way the salt burned my throat, and continue to milk him until he was done. Then he released me and I stood, shaking, on the black stilettos I was no longer accustomed to.
"You've been a very, very bad girl, Isabella," he said, his voice dark and threatening but oh so sexy. I nodded, biting into my swollen bottom lip and being rewarded with the flick of his tongue across his own lips. "Lie on the bed, beautiful."
I didn't argue; I would never argue when Edward commanded me to do something in bed. This man was pure heroin and I was addicted to any high he was going to give me. I tried to remain calm, and sensual as I crawled to the center of the bed, wiggling my ass a bit, before turning to face him and laying on my back. "Like this," I purred and he nodded, already starting to get hard again. "Now what are you going to do with me?"
I saw a flash of something in Edward's eyes and he dropped his jacket to the floor, kicking off his pants, and quickly removing his tie and shirt. He stood in front of me, gloriously naked, and I wanted to worship his perfect body. Tie in hand, Edward crawled up my body and straddled my torso, close enough that I could lean forward and kiss the top of his cock again. He shuddered, scooting back a bit so that I could no longer reach, then grabbed my wrists and forced them above my head.
Edward tied my wrists together with his tie, then tied them to the headboard and gave a quick tug to ensure I couldn't move. Some women may feel helpless, I felt like I might spontaneously combust. A second later he had moved back down my body and was kissing me deeply, tasting himself on my tongue. He reached on hand between us to touch my panties and I moaned, hips bucking, as he massaged the wet fabric against my sensitive clit.
"A man could get used to coming home to this," he said, pulling back to look at me, his words almost a threat. "Maybe I'll keep you tied up like this forever, keep you out of trouble, so that I can have my wicked way with you."
When he said wicked he pressed down firmly and I cried out again, "please."
"You'd like that wouldn't you," he teased, continuing to work me over and over with his fingers. "You like being my dirty girl?" I bit my lip and nodded frantically, this was exactly what I had been missing for the past two weeks. "Say it," he snapped.
"I like being your dirty girl, Mr. Cullen," I added for emphasis and his eyes flashed. Edward removed his hand and I whimpered in protest, but his tongue found the tops of my breasts instead and I was quickly squirming against. Adept fingers made quick work of my corset and it popped open, exposing all of my to him like a platter being offered up. He didn't hesitate before grabbing one of my nipples in his mouth and teasing it with his teeth. The sensation caused me to cry out and he shushed me soothingly, moving his mouth to my other breast and repeating the assault. Then he began trailing soft kissing down my ribs and across my pubic bone and I knew his intent. The anticipation was killing me and I relished in it.
When Edward reached my panties, he ran his tongue along my slit through the fabric and I bucked up to meet him. "Shhh," he soothed, using his hands to grip my thighs and repeat the tortuous motion. "Do you know how fucking sexy you look like this," he growled. He blew a cool stream of air across the wet path he had created and I gasped at the sensation, my knees beginning to tremble with anticipation. "I quite like these," he said, tugging at the waistband of my panties. "I can see all of you; I think we should keep these." He hooked his fingers under the elastic and pulled them slowly down my legs, carefully stretching them over my heels, and discarded them on top of my coat.
I started to ask "now what," regaining some of my sass, when he quickly leaned forward and pulled my clit in between his lips. That's all it took for me to explode, losing control to the orgasm that had been slowly building with anticipation since he first walked in. I could be ashamed by my neediness, but Edward's tongue continued to tease me as I rode every last shudder of relief and there was no shame in the way he controlled my body.
"I've missed your sweet pussy," he confessed in a whispered, kissing my shaking thighs one at a time before lifting himself onto his hands and crawling up my body. He wiped my arousal from his chin and undid the tie around my wrists, freeing me. I flexed my wrists for a second before using my hands to pull him down for a kiss, then forcing him to roll onto his back so that I was straddling him.
"I missed your big cock," I responded against his lips and he grinned, thrusting his hips up so that his cock pressed against my entrance.
"Well it's right here, baby; what are you doing to do with it?" I grinned in response to his challenge, reaching between us to grip him firmly and stroked him twice. Edward's head lulled against the pillow and I lined him up, his cock head pressing inside, before lowering myself onto him.
We both moaned as I sheathed him completely inside of me, his girth stretching me deliciously as I began to ride him. Despite having already cum once, I could tell Edward wasn't going to last long. We'd gone from multiple rounds practically every night to nothing for two weeks, his body craved this as much as mine did. "You feel so good," I whimpered, my movements becoming a little more forceful. His hands found my hips and he tried to control my movements as I started to build again, coming up to meet me in the middle with each thrust. "Oh God, I'm gonna," I cried.
"Me too," he responded, his voice tight and his words forced. We came together a few more times before I moved my drip from the sheets to his shoulder, using his body for leverage as I ground down and chased my orgasm. I cried out his name, and he mine, as we both fell over the edge in mutual bliss. Then I collapsed beside him, snuggling into his side, as Edward began to chuckle.
"What," I asked curiously and he looked down at me, eyes full of satisfaction, with a mischievous grin.
"Rose and Emmett are waiting for us in the living room."