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Chapter Twenty Three
~Deuces Are Wild~
Bella rolled her hips in a smooth, effortless rhythm as she rode me. Her soft thighs squeezed against my cheeks as erotic moans escaped her mouth. The sensual scent that was distinctive of my Mistress was invading all my senses and completely enveloping me within her lust. The strength of my determination and craving to feel her was becoming irresistible. Through the chaos of her mounting pleasure, my Mistress was unaware of my hushed disobedience. The restraints that kept me helpless to her charms were now dangling empty from the best posts…
My mind was in maximum overdrive as I imagined myself taking off this mask and throwing my Mistress roughly to the bed and ravishing her—obviously not in that order. I wanted to devour her with such fervor and I yearned to do so. My dick was nodding in agreement, and as I went to reach up to grab a hold of her something stopped me in mid-motion.
Calm the fuck down, asshole. Don't ruin this for us! I inwardly shouted.
Silently marveling at the magnificence of being free of my confines, I knew it was better to keep my wits about me. If I was to get too rash and rush through this, I could possibly turn off my Mistress with my sudden aggressiveness. I needed to execute this right and wait for the perfect moment to launch my attack...I knew exactly what I wanted to do.
Still secluded in complete darkness, my calculations of her movements had to be precise, and the placement of my hands needed to be exact. The repercussions of my actions were going to be swift and harsh, and I wanted to touch every bit of her for as long as I possibly could…I wanted to regret nothing.
Inhaling in one deep breath, I slowly moved my shaky hands to the curve of my Mistress' ass. The slightest feeling of her delicate skin beneath my sensitive fingertips was momentous and effectively broke all of my composure. All my previous plans were instantly forgotten and my excitement was escalating to an explosive level. I wanted to consume her in such a feverish way because it was never enough to just have little snippets of her…I wanted it all. Every inch of her was calling out to me. I needed her in my mouth and straddling on my throbbing cock.
Running my greedy hands along her soft and sweat covered skin, I made my way up to her tiny waist, and gripped her firmly. Bella flinched from my touch, but she never stopped and continued to slide up and down on the dildo. It was all the encouragement I needed as I decided to help her along with her movements, making myself useful by making her work load less strenuous.
My hips bucked upwards forcefully, perfectly in sync with my Mistress' movements as she continued her assault on my face. My legs jerked and tensed repeatedly, struggling with the cuffs that kept me bound to the bed. Everything on me was pulsating with electric energy and my cock was twitching eagerly, aching to partake in the action taking place up above.
"You overzealous son-of-a-bitch," Bella growled as she placed her hands over mine and dug her nails into my skin.
I hissed in pain as my Mistress' release came to a fiery head. The pace she established on my face quickened into a fanatical speed and her hip thrusts were becoming more and more forceful. Her thighs clamped around my head as she slammed down on the mask one last time, whimpering softly as she climaxed.
I stroked her ass and thighs, relishing in the knowledge that my Mistress had come in the most beautiful way and now was fully satiated as her muscles relaxed around me.
My nose was buried deep within her moist lips and I instinctively darted my tongue out to taste her sweetness, but unfortunately, I ended up licking along the seams of the leather mask instead.
The realization of my fucking limitations crashed over me like a tidal wave and I clenched my jaw in frustration.
Still hesitant to let her go and enjoying the feel of my Mistress way too much, I shifted the placement of my hands. Gently and slowly, I moved them up her body until they were resting on her waist.
My Mistress was panting heavily, but unmoving from her spot. I held my breath as I nervously awaited her wrath, knowing that it was most likely to ensue. The blackness that engulfed me was making me anxious. My curiosity of what she was going to do was driving me insane and I needed to have my eyesight back so I could read her face…I had to know how much of a shit storm I've caused with my little stunt.
After a few minutes, Bella finally rose from her perch on my face, causing my hands to drift down her slick body, sliding along her shapely hips and descending to her petite ankles…until there was nothing left to touch as she removed herself from my reach. My arms fell limply to my sides as I laid there motionless, listening closely to her as she moved about the room.
As always, my overpowering desire to feel her was ultimately my undoing and my mind never seemed to give a flying fuck about the consequences. That was where I failed as her submissive. The self control to resist her was lacking—Fuck, that shit was practically non-existent—and my actions were too fucking hasty and my needs were controlled by my greed.
When will I ever learn?
Maybe I did this shit on fucking purpose, sabotaging myself and pushing her into punishing me. Perhaps, I was more of a masochist than I initially realized.
"I give you an inch and you take a mile," Bella whispered in my ear, startling me.
I stayed still as she reached behind my head and unbuckled the mask, taking it off my face. The dim light in the room seemed so bright, but none of that mattered to me as I stared up at Bella. Her knowing eyes were boring into mine and her lips were curved up into a devilish smirk.
"What am I going to do with you, huh? Do I need to put you back on the horse a few more times for you learn the importance of obedience?"
"I'm sorry, Bella—" I started to say, but was cut off abruptly when she pulled on the chain on the clamps, removing them from my nipples, and throwing the toy across the room. I jerked upright in the bed, yelping out in pain. "Mistress," I blurted out, "I'm sorry for my misbehavior and I promise not to let it happen again."
Bella traced her fingers along my nipples, touching them softly. I watched her with a perplexed expression, wondering what she was thinking. As I went to open my mouth to apologize more for my fuck up, she pushed me back down on the bed and climbed on top of me, settling her hot pussy on my stomach. I stifled a moan and balled my hands into tight fists as I gazed up at my Mistress' naked perfection, admiring the way her nipples hardened before my eyes. Her rosebud areolas puckered in such a delicious way and I licked my lips in eager preparation...just in case she gave me the word.
Please, baby, let me taste you...
"Do you remember what I said about disobeying me before our session started this evening? Do you remember what I promised?" she questioned.
I nodded. "Yes, Mistress...You told me my balls would be so blue that they would turn violet."
True to her word, I was already feeling the ache in my nuts. They weren't quite purple, but they were well on their way to that painful shade.
"And knowing this, you still escaped from your cuffs and touched your Domme without permission?"
"Yes," I answered truthfully as I sat up and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her into me as I drifted my lips along her jaw. "But I have to touch you, Bella. You have no idea how unbearable it is for me not being able to feel you or taste you. That's a hard limit for me."
"So, you think that's reason enough to go against my demands and do as you please?" she asked coyly as she grabbed the sides of my face and tipped my head back, sighing softly. "You're so eager to defy me, pet...hmm, what shall I do with you?"
There was a tender playfulness in her voice and as much as she wanted to be mad at me, she wasn't. The words of love that she declared to me in the car still rang true and something changed in me—changed in the both of us. My feelings for her were stronger and needier than before because I knew that this relationship of ours was no longer one-sided. She loved me as much as I loved her and that knowledge alone made everything shine with brilliancy. My little indiscretions were null and void, and despite my endless compulsion to touch her so brazenly; I knew that Bella didn't have the strength to punish me for something that she craved as well.
It was where the Domme and sub lines were blurred and things were no longer the same. It was chaotic and confusing, but it was evolving into something more, and I fucking loved it.
I smiled lovingly as I rubbed my hands up her smooth back. "Let me have my way with you."
"It's supposed to be a punishment, Edward," she chuckled, rolling her eyes.
"I promise to hate every minute of it. Scouts honor," I murmured softly, nestling my nose in the soft skin along her collar bone.
"You're a horrible liar," she accused teasingly.
"So I've been told," I said as I buried my face in her neck and inhaled in her alluring fragrance.
Her svelte legs were tightly wrapped around my waist and my unbelievably hard cock was poking her in her lower back. He was seeking entrance…somewhere. The fact that the big guy hadn't limped away in defeat and was still ready to rock and roll was a clear indication on how much she fucking aroused me.
She was the natural and sexy version of Viagra.
"Please," I whispered ardently as I continued my path of redemption, ghosting my mouth over hers.
"I will let you do anything your little heart desires, pet," she smiled mischievously as she grabbed a fist full of my hair and tugged my head back so that I was looking at her and away from her lips. "If and only if you can give me just one good reason why I should."
"Because I'm sexy?" I blurted out as a question.
"That's true," she said, biting down on her bottom lip and causing my will to buckle, "but you're a whole lot sexier when I'm disciplining you…so, I think it's best to give me a reason that doesn't push me towards a severe and mind blowing punishment."
She kept her brown eyes locked on mine and I could tell that she wanted a serious answer. The moment I realized that she was willing to consider my request, I fucking stopped breathing. Never in my wildest dreams would I ever believe that she would give me that sort of freedom with her. But now that there was a slim possibility, I was at a loss for words and nervous as all hell. It was pretty fucking obvious that this was another test…and just like all the other previous tests, what I said or did was crucial.
A lot was riding on this one moment…
She tilted her head to the side with a stern appraisal, and as I thought about what I wanted to say, I realized that there was only one thing that would make Bella ever consider relinquishing her control.
I grinned confidently as I reached up and tucked a stray hair of hers behind her ear. "Because you want to."
"Great answer, pet," Bella purred as she grabbed me by the back of the neck and drew me into a deep and forceful kiss.
Her nails dug into my skin as she moaned into my mouth, our tongues fighting each other for dominance. She was getting the best of me as she licked my bottom lip, nibbled it. My hands reached down and caressed the bottom curve of her ass, pulling her flat against my chest. She tightened her hold over me, raising the stakes as she grinded her pussy into me…
Holy fuck.
All my semblance of control was lost and I attacked her lips with even more fervor.
Bella pulled away from me, breaking our heated kiss as she scooted off my lap and leaned back on her elbows. We were both panting now from our intense make-out session.
She stared up at me with hooded eyes. "What do you want to do with me, Edward?"
God, that was fucking hot.
I chuckled nervously as I glanced over her long, silky, and slightly parted legs. The question had thrown me off guard and made my mouth go dry. There were so much I wanted to do and I felt lightheaded…It was like I was some ravenous kid running wild in a candy store.
The hint of my Mistress was still on my lips, and I licked them, hungering for more.
"I want to taste you," I replied gruffly as I grabbed her underneath her knees and yanked her towards me.
She looked taken aback by my abrupt assertiveness and I could see the apprehension behind her eyes. This sudden role shift of ours was new to the both of us, but I was more relaxed in the pseudo parts we were playing because I was somewhat familiar with having to take charge in the bedroom. It came back to me effortlessly and then to accompany with the fact that I wanted her so fucking badly…
Bella wasn't as easily adaptable.
She was so used to being the one in control, and I realized fairly quickly that the best way to put her at ease was to not act like a Dom…She didn't need that nor did she really want that.
What she needed was a faithful and doting sub to worship her like a Goddess she was—and I was more than willing to be that for her.
I glided my hands over her satin thighs and sighed. "Baby, we don't have to do this if you're uncomfortable with it. I'm more than willing to take my punishment, Mistress. We both know I deserve it."
Bella sat up quickly and placed her finger over my mouth to silence me. She shook her head. "You did as I asked, pet, and you redeemed yourself…I do want this. Trust me."
My body slumped from its stiff posture and I nodded with relief. Even though I would never push her, I was elated that she was still on board.
I wanted this opportunity more than anything.
She held my face still as she leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on my lips. It was brief, but unusually tender. It was an uncharacteristic sign of affection from my Mistress, and before I had a chance to recapture her mouth, she was gone and turned away from me. I watched as she unbuckled the cuffs, liberating my ankles from their imprisonment. My intense gaze roamed over her body and my hands couldn't resist the urge to touch her along her shapely bottom and defined legs. I rubbed my palms up and down her delicate flesh, adoringly.
Once I was released from my shackles for good behavior, Bella twisted around towards me and situated herself between my legs. She was propped up on her elbows with her chestnut hair splayed around her shoulders, looking absolutely stunning. She took the ball of her foot and began to stroke my aching crotch. The sensation was a ripple effect and I groaned loudly in response.
She smirked at me, looking like the cat that swallowed the fucking canary, and I couldn't resist the need to have her on my tongue any longer.
Shifting to my knees on the bed, I grabbed a hold of her by her calves and parted her legs. She gasped in a breathy moan as I trailed my hands down the inside of her succulent thighs, stopping just inches from her pussy. She dropped from her elbows and lied down her on back, her head turned from side to side. Her eyes drifted to a close and her lips parted slightly...she was loving every fucking minute.
Keeping my eyes trained on her, I lowered my head and dipped my tongue out to taste her along her soft stomach. The flavor of my Mistress' skin was indescribable and I hungrily feasted on her as I made a delightful path from her belly button to the bottom of her perfectly, rounded breasts.
She entangled her hands in my hair as I kissed her and nuzzled my nose in between the valley of her perky mounds. My hands gently made their ascendance as I glided them up the sides of her body, enjoying the way her back arched under my expert touch.
In that moment, she was ethereal in her beauty, and as I went to devour her completely, I hesitated with uncertainty.
"Can I?" I asked tentatively as I hovered over her left breast, my mouth just inches away.
Her eyes snapped open as she lifted her head up off the bed, and looked at me incredulously. "Are you kidding me?"
I chuckled sheepishly as I realized what I was asking her. My Mistress was giving me free reign over her body and enjoying the way I touched her. It was stupid of me to stop in the middle of everything, and my question was just as inane as her asking me if she could suck my dick…
Um, yes please.
Shaking off my idiocy, my mouth was around her hard nipple in a second flat, licking and flicking the peak with my tongue. Bella let out a loud and guttural moan as her head hell back on the bed. She wrapped one of her legs around my waist and pulled me into her, powerfully.
The harder I worked on her with my mouth, the more she whimpered and panted, eliciting my arousal. It was fucking incredible and I couldn't get enough of her. I was a God damned addict. Every part of me was on fire, and as I pressed my cock up against her thigh, I realized how close I was to her pussy...the tip was just inches away.
Holy shit…
It was impossible for me to stay focused knowing that one swing of my hip and I would be buried deep inside of My Mistress.
I didn't want this to end…not yet.
So, I decided to rearrange my position.
Pulling away from my Mistress' nipple, regrettably, I sat back up on my knees, my hands roaming over her breasts, and gently kneading them. Gazing over her as she withered beneath me, I realized that I'd been neglecting the one place my hands craved to feel for so long.
How many times have I ached for it?
Coasting my hands downward, I watched her carefully, looking for any signs that told me that she wanted me to stop, but she was oblivious to me and completely lost in the sensations. Her arms were thrown over head and her fingers were tightly clutching the comforter.
Gulping back my sudden nervousness, I let my fingers find their way on their own, and before I long, I was palming her pussy. I could feel the heat rising from her sex and dripping from her arousal. My finger and thumb splayed her lips open, my other fingers rubbing her clit gently.
God, she's so wet…
"Jesus, Edward," she grunted as she bucked her hips upward.
Smiling to myself, I placed my free hand on her stomach and urged her back down on the bed.
"Patience, Mistress," I breathed as I continued my path along her slick folds, my fingers glistening with her juices.
Slowly, I inserted two of my fingers into her tight, wet pussy, causing both of us to moan on contact. It was fucking euphoric for me and my mouth-watered, eager to taste. Her ridged walls were clamped around me like a vice, and I curved my fingers up inside her, hitting that special spot. My cock was pulsating with need, spewing pre-cum all over my Mistress' silk sheets.
Fuck me.
There was no way I was going to last very long. It was only matter of time before I busted a nut, and I hadn't even got to really fuck her yet. God, I wanted to experience her coming while my fingers were up inside her...to witness her come undone before my eyes.
Simply perfection.
Rubbing my thumb over her clit, I started to move my fingers in and out of her slowly, and taking my time with her. If I was going to be in control, I was going to need to show some fucking restraint.
Keeping my gaze on her, I stared at her in awe as her face contorted with pleasure and every time I pumped her more vigorously the more she would moan. Her breathing was erratic and her breasts kept me captivated as they moved up and down in a spellbinding rhythm.
"I want your mouth on me, pet," Bella gasped. "Taste me."
Never willing to deny her anything, I placed my head in between her legs, still plunging my finger into her pussy as I took stock of my surroundings. My lips were nothing but a whisper as I placed them on her inner thigh. I nipped at the soft skin with my teeth, tasting a hint of vanilla.
Looking down at my hand, I saw that was drenched with my Mistress' excitement, dripping from my fingers. Suddenly panicked, I dived in head first, unwilling to waste a single drop of her. Replacing my fingers with my mouth, I was starving and desperate to savor every ounce of her delectable nectar.
My face was buried in between her saturated folds as I inhaled her in deep, filling my nostrils with her unique and tantalizing aroma. The frenzy that ensued was instantaneous as my tongue shot out of mouth, sucking and lapping up her juices. It was like I was a man dehydrated from a long trek in the desert and I'd finally found my oasis.
I couldn't get enough...
"Yes, pet," she said faintly as she intertwined her fingers in my hair and pushed me deeper into her.
Grasping her hips, I pulled her closer to me as I continued my unrelenting assault on her pussy. Licking, sucking, biting, and everything in between to get my Mistress to come all over my face. It was the only thing I fucking wanted. I had to have her that way…
I needed it.
Pulling my mouth away from her pussy slightly, I inserted my fingers back in her, and worked with such a fury. The inner walls of my Mistress were tightening around me and I knew she was close…
"Come for me, baby," I growled.
Thrusting my fingers into her harder and faster as my mouth sucked on her clit, I could feel her muscles tense up. She cried out in ecstasy as she climaxed in such an amazing and beautiful way. Her brow furrowed in concentration as she bit down on her bottom lip, and every inch of her body was quivering as the waves of pleasure racked her small frame.
"Ungh," she huffed as she loosened her grip on my hair, allowing me to finally move from my spot.
However, I wasn't ready to leave. I like where I was too much, and in fact, I decided I was going to claim homestead there.
I was going to stick my flag in her and everything.
Nestling my head up against her thigh, I caressed her along her lips very softly, and almost languidly. Completely entranced by her, I was unaware of her calling my name until she was grabbing me by my chin and prying me away from her warm and inviting center.
"Edward Cullen." she chuckled.
"Huh?" I answered in a daze as I stuck my fingers in my mouth and sucked them clean.
"How do I taste?" she asked, smirking.
"Delicious," I replied without hesitation.
"Come here," she ordered.
Getting up from my laying position, I shifted to my knees in front of my Mistress. She took a hold of my chin, bringing my face up to hers, and licked along my lips. It was so brief, but fucking erotic. My mind was swirling from her soft and unadulterated touch.
She hummed softly against my mouth. "I taste even better when I am on you."
Fuck me…
I closed my eyes and groaned. "You have no idea what you do to me, do you?
Bella reached down in between us and took a hold of my cock and squeezed it. My Mistress' firm grasp was overwhelming and caused me to let out a throaty grunt.
"Don't give in yet, pet. Tell me why I should let you fuck me now."
My eyes widened at her choice of words, and unable to articulate how badly I wanted to fuck her. It was the one thing that my dick had been focused on since the first time he saw her tonight, but now, it was a raging fire. His overzealousness was going to be why I failed this test of hers.
She was toying with me and I knew it, but I it made me work harder for her.
"I think you should let me fuck you, Mistress…" I started to say, but her thumb rolling over the head of my penis as she spread the pre-cum, and inevitably sidetracking me.
"Because?" she hedged.
I closed my eyes and tried to think of the right answer. It was hard to really concentrate because my Mistress kept distracting me by idly stroking my dick. All I could think of was of her small fingers wrapped around me—which led to start thinking about her putting her mouth on my stiff cock and how fucking good it would feel to have her teeth graze my shaft.
Damn, what if she let me shoot my load in her mouth?
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
"I can't…" I said through my clenched teeth.
"Come on, baby," she cooed. "Just give me a reason. All I want is one."
Why would my Mistress grant me this last request? She already allowed me to taste her and I really didn't even deserve that much. The only reason why she didn't punish me for my misbehaviors was because she cared for me…well, actually, both of our feelings went a lot deeper than that.
I got it!
"Because I wouldn't be just fucking you, Bella," I told her as I brought my mouth to hers and kissed her softly. "I would be making love to you."
"What if I want to be fucked, pet," she challenged as she started to quicken her strokes on my aching dick.
This wasn't the first time she touched me this way, but it was the first time she did it to pleasure me. All the other times before she used this as a weapon in her arsenal to tease me. Fortunately, that was no longer the case. She wanted me as much as I wanted her…if not more.
"I will do anything you ask of me," I whispered, grabbing her by the back of the neck and pressing my forehead against hers.
"I want you to be honest with me. Can you do that?" she asked, twisting her wrist and making my hips buck.
I nodded as I breathed heavily, unable to fucking speak.
"Do I need to wait for the results or can I trust that you're clean?"
My head snapped up in surprise at that moment. I couldn't believe what she was asking me.
"I don't have anything, Mistress. I've always wore protection," I replied truthfully.
She bit down on her bottom lip indecisively, but she eventually let out a long exhale and nodded.
"I trust you," she said simply as she rose from the bed, hovering over me slightly as she grabbed my cock firmly, and then lowered herself down on it.
"Ungh." Bella let out a loud and breathy moan.
"Oh, fuck," I cursed as the sensation of my dick slowly entering her, filling her inch by inch until I was completely sheathed in her.
Bella was the only woman I've ever been with without wearing a condom and the bare feeling of skin on delicious skin was beyond words. Her pussy was so accommodating and it was so fucking wet and tight. The walls consumed me, igniting the flames with its scorching temperature. I've never felt anything like this before…
Ah, shit. I was not going to last long at all.
Bella encircled her legs around my waist, but remained still on my lap. Neither of us attempted to move, and it was like we were both mesmerized by the feeling of me being inside her.
Fuck me, if it was possible, I would never move from this position, but my dick was getting impatient. He was twitching and throbbing, looking for some needed friction.
Placing my hands under her ass, I started to raise her up and down on me. She put her small hands on my shoulders to give her some leverage as she rocked her hips. It was slow going at first, and that was partly due to the fact that I didn't want to bust a nut two seconds into this.
The condoms had always been a blessing in a way. They desensitized the feel of a pussy and it made it easier to not get so wrapped up in the way it felt, but now, with my dick fully aware of the textures and ridges of Bella's walls…
"Fuck, Bella," I grunted, slamming my cock into her as I lifted my hips off the bed.
"Relax, baby," she whispered into my ear before taking my earlobe in her mouth and sucking on it.
"Shit," I hissed.
That wasn't helping...not in the fucking least.
What I needed was to control the pace. The way she rolled her hips on my cock and amplified her speed, increasing the raw friction, it was driving me close to my completion. I needed to see my Bella come one more time…just for me.
"Can I please fuck you now, Mistress," I pleaded through my coarse and uneven breathing.
"Yes, pet," she said, capturing my lips and seizing my awaiting tongue.
"Hold on to me," I said against her mouth.
She squeezed her leg and locking them at her ankles. I wrapped my arms around her back and held her tight against me. Rising to my knees, I shuffled and scooted her towards the front of the bed. Throwing us both back down on the mattress, I did what I could to not lose contact with her, and making sure that my cock stayed deep inside and never was removed from his warm surroundings.
Pulling myself up, I hovered over her as I started to move in and out of her. She looked like an angel as she lay beneath me, her hair splayed all around her. Leaning down, I moved my lips along her chest, apply soft and chaste pecks. My kisses were everywhere on my Mistress as I placed them on her delicate her collar bone, moving them upwards until my mouth reached hers.
She grabbed me by the back of my head and pressed her lips to mine. The kisses deepened the harder I thrusted my cock into her, and she threw her legs over my ass, pulling me further into her.
I knew that she was telling me that I was hers...collar be damned.
As our tongues mingled and danced with one another, I grabbed her by the face and put as much strength and love in that kiss as I possibly could.
I loved her more than I could ever fucking try to express and I wanted her to know that.
In all honesty, what I really was trying to do was make love to her. She would never allow me to have her in such an intimate way and telling her that I wanted to fuck her was just a ploy. What I really wanted was her in this position, looking completely beautiful and vulnerable.
The emotional need was now magnifying my physical one, and just like a fucking domino effect, my climax was rushing in on me. It was imminent now and I couldn't hold out any longer.
"I can't…I'm too close," I groaned against her lips, silently asking for her permission.
"It's okay, pet, you can come."
Letting my head fall to her shoulder, I drove my cock into her much more forcefully than before. The pace was now frantic as I slammed into her, getting closer and closer to my release. The heat and wetness of Bella was increasing and it made my cock slip in an out of her with ease.
"Please, baby," she cried out as her pussy clenched around my dick.
I closed my eyes, feeling her orgasm wash over me in waves and heightening my own as I followed soon after her. My hands grasped the sides of her pillow, pulling her closer to me as I thrusted one last time, spilling my seed deep within my Mistress…claiming her as my own.
The contracting in my stomach increased and the tingle grew into something so powerful and euphoric, possibly stronger than anything that I'd ever felt before. I wasn't sure if it was because the emotions were more real and intense, or if it was because I finally had sex without a condom.
Whatever it was, it wore me out and I slumped on top of Bella, most likely crushing her with my weight.
Finally rolling off her, I lied flat on my back, pulled her to me and wrapped my arms around her. Slowly, I let my eyes drift to a close. It didn't take me long to fall asleep after that, and I wasn't quite sure when I actually passed out. All I knew was that before I let the darkness consume me, I told Bella how much I loved her…repeatedly.
I might not be some romantic Casa Nova, but I hoped that by my sincerity that it was enough.
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When I awoke from my deep sleep, I immediately reached out and patted down the spot on the bed where Bella was supposed to be, and to my disappointment, I found it to be cold and empty.
I was, indeed, alone.
Well, I can't say that it surprised me. It was kind of expected. Even though I'd managed to break down several walls of Bella's in the last month, I knew that there was still quite a way to go. The countless layers that she had built up to protect herself over the years was pretty extensive and I knew it was going to take me longer than just few weeks to diminish all of that.
Regardless, it didn't matter to me how long it took. I was committed to her from the moment I laid my eyes on her and I was pretty much in it for the long haul.
Last night had brought a lot of feelings to the surface, and my mind was still reeling from everything. In fact, the more I thought about it the harder it was for me to believe that it actually happened.
When Bella confessed that she loved me, I was fucking shocked. It took a while for me to come out of the haze and for it to really sink in. I mean, I always knew that she cared for me in her small way; I just didn't think that she would ever admit to being in love with me. It was what I always wanted to hear from her and I assumed that once she said those words that all our troubles would fade away.
That everything would fall into place…
Except, it didn't.
Bella was a stubborn woman. She fought against us from the start, and I couldn't begrudge her of that...especially since I did the same fucking thing in beginning.
It was embarrassing to think about all the things I did to rid Bella from my thoughts and things I tried to dispel her from invading my dreams. I continually denied my feelings for her on multiple occasions and I should've known better. The signs were all there in my fucking face, laughing at me.
Bella was definitely a difficult nut to crack. Thankfully, with my ever constant presence and devoted persistence, I was able to chip a piece off her hard facade.
In the end, she took a risk by letting herself fall for me.
That alone made all of my uncertainty and frustrations over the last few weeks well worth it.
She said she loved me…
Damn, that woman was my fucking undoing and she knew it.
She ruled my entire existence way beyond what was natural, and as much as I wanted to protect myself from it, I fucking couldn't. The fact of the matter was that being around her was essential for me, and it was the only time I really felt alive.
She made my world more colorful and gave it a purpose.
If I spent the rest of my life just loving her with every fiber of my being, I would consider myself a success. Nothing else mattered to me. The money, the fame, and the endless sex with multiple women that I'd aspired to have had been a meaningless existence and it wasn't what I was about anymore.
No regrets.
The days before Bella seemed silly to me now, and it was no fucking wonder that Jasper and Emmett had been on my ass about getting my shit together. They'd seen the tragic and empty life that I was blindly running towards, and they warned me. Those guys had always had my best interest at heart, and at the time, I was too brainwashed and ignorant to actually acknowledge it.
I guess all it took was for a beautiful and captivating Mistress to come into my life to change all of that.
Smoothing my hands over my face, I sat up in the bed and looked around the room. The soft morning light from the sun was pouring in from the blinds, making weird and displaced shapes on the carpet. I looked at over at the clock on the large dresser in the corner of the room, rubbing my sleepy eyes, I saw that it was a little past nine in the morning.
Fuck…I don't want to get up.
Yawning and stretching my arms over my head, I was half tempted to lie back down and go back to sleep, but the loud and sudden blaring of doorbell changed my plans.
Groaning, I kicked the sheets off my feet and quickly scanned the room for my clothes. I was naked as a fucking jaybird and thankfully it didn't take me long to spot my jeans and distressed tee. They were both thrown, idly, across the back of one of Bella's expensive white cloth chairs.
The doorbell was becoming annoying ring in my ear and soon turned into a pounding headache. As I headed towards the stairs, buckling the last button on my jeans, I took a chance and poked my head in Bella's room. The bed was still neatly made and I wondered if she stayed with me all night or if she left after I fell asleep.
I would've liked to think that I would've awoke the minute she removed herself from my arms, but this morning proved to me how hard of a sleeper I actually was.
As I descended the stairs, the obnoxious doorbell ringing stopped and sighed with some relief, hopeful that the person left, but I was wrong. The unknown person decided to switch up their tactics and now was pounding on the fucking door.
"Hold the fuck on. Jesus Christ," I muttered irritably.
The moment I got to the bottom landing, I tripped over some unassuming rug and I fumbled over my big stupid feet, like a fucking klutz, nearly face planting into the hardwood floor.
"Stupid, mother…" I growled loudly as I kicked that piece of shit rug across the hall. The fucker didn't go very far, but it made me feel victorious and I was pleased with my efforts.
Ding dong.
Knock. Knock.
Ding Dong.
Knock. Knock.
"Good fucking grief." I sighed exasperated as I turned my attention back to this morning's pain in the ass.
As soon as I reached the door, I peered through the peep hole and saw that it was Angela who was making all that God damned racket. She was anxiously shifting from foot to foot, wearing large aviators that covered half her face, and smoking on a fucking cigarette…
What the fuck?
She took one last puff before throwing her smoke to the ground. She turned her attention back to the door and continued on with her assault, banging on the wood, fucking relentlessly.
"Open up, fuckers. I know your home," she cursed loudly.
The very sight of her all agitated made me laugh. It was quite entertaining to watch her get all fucking flustered, and I almost wasn't going to let her in. It was too much fun making her suffer out there, but it was also still too early for her inane ranting.
I mean, my headache was only getting worse by the fucking minute, and God only knows what effect she was going to have on it.
Ugh, I am going to regret this, I thought as I let out a long exhale, deciding to let the little annoyance in.
Unlocking the door and opening, I watched as Angela was caught off by surprise. Her tiny fist was still high in the air, in mid-route, and expecting to knock once again. The lack of solid mass caused her to stumble over the threshold and head butting me in the chest. She looked up at me with a hateful scowl, brushing her hair from her face.
She took off her sunglasses and pushed past me forcefully. "What the hell took you so long to answer the door, jackass?"
"Good morning to you, too," I deadpanned as I closed the door behind her.
"Where's my sister? Is she still mad at me for last night?" she asked, completely ignoring me and headed straight for the kitchen.
I trailed after her, shrugging my shoulders. "Um, I have no fucking idea where she is or whether or not she's mad at you. She really hasn't said much on the subject."
"Yeah, right," she scoffed, "Bella always has something clever to say."
Angela was standing in the kitchen with the refrigerator door propped wide open and she was bent over scanning its contents. I leaned against the door frame and watched her with mild amusement.
"So, what are you doing here so early, Ang? I thought you would be fornicating with your new Dom…Aro," I taunted, making sure to roll the R with my tongue.
She turned her head to the side and glared at me. "Don't be an asshole, Edward. Do I need to remind you of who saved your ass last night from being molested by the skank in heels? Yeah, that badass bitch was me."
"Fair enough," I chuckled.
"Anyways," she retorted snobbishly, "Aro and I have an agreement. He gives me the mornings off to do my own thing and then in the evenings I am his," she boasted. "Tonight he wants to experiment with some electro play."
"Electro play? What the fuck is that?"
"Well, you see, it's kind of like jumper cables, but instead of hooking it up to a battery, you hook it to my nipples and cli—"
"Yeah, I think I get the picture, Ang," I cut her off abruptly, putting my hands up, and waving her to move the fuck on.
She laughed, rolling her eyes at me. "Oh, relax; I am just fucking with you. You know, I never would've thought you would be such a prude, Edward."
"Is there a particular reason why you're here, Ang?" I questioned, irritated.
"I wanted to talk—Ugh, Bella never keeps anything good in this stupid house. All she ever buys is this organic shit. I mean, who fucking eats like that?" she questioned with a pout as she slammed the door shut. She looked up at me with a quirked eyebrow. "What?"
"I never knew that you smoked," I said out of fucking nowhere.
She shuffled her feet, glancing down and away from me, looking completely shamefaced. "Oh, yeah, that…well, that's kind of a new development. Bella is going to go ballistic when she finds out about it."
I narrowed my eyes at her confused as I remembered her huffing and puffing away only a few minutes prior. The secret that she wanted to keep away from her sister was lying smashed on the front porch. Either she wasn't very bright or she was being untruthful with me.
I decided to not press her on the subject. It was none of my business, and quite honestly, I didn't really care all that much.
"A lot of people smoke, Angela. I smoke. It's not that big of a deal," I replied nonchalantly.
"Maybe not to you, but with Bella it is. She despises people who smoke."
"Are you fucking kidding me? Since when?" I asked, flustered.
Panic started to course through my veins with that little bombshell, and I felt intense guilt for this little habit of mine for the first time…ever. It pained me to think that Bella thought less of me as a person—as a lover to her—just because I smoked.
"Since like fucking forever. She hasn't gotten on your ass about your smoking?"
Anxiously running my hands through my hair, I shook my head numbly.
"Wow, that's kind of… odd. I mean, Bella isn't the shy type and she sure as hell doesn't beat around the bush. I figured she would've made you sign a contract saying your ass had to quit. It's really unlike her to let a sub do whatever he wants…" she trailed off and glancing around the room, her eyes darting back and forth like a cartoon. She looked up at me with a perplexed expression. "Whoa, hold on a minute. You answered the door to let me."
"Yeah, so what? I'm not seeing what you're trying to get at."
She snorted. "You're a submissive, dumbass. It's practically against the fucking law, and I don't know if you notice, but Bella doesn't take her role as a Domme lightly. It's just unlike her to overlook such a crucial point. Unless…" she paused, pursing her lips as if she was deep in thought.
"Will you get to the point, please," I begged as I pinched the bridge of my nose in effort to persuade my headache to fucking go away.
"My sister told you that she loved you, didn't she?"
"What are you talking about?" I asked impassively as I tried to play dumb, but my fucking ear to ear grin was blowing my cover.
It was damn near impossible for me to hide my fucking elation.
Damn it.
"See, I fucking knew it!" she exclaimed loudly, pointing her finger at my smile. "I mean, you're never this happy. You've always been brooding kind."
"I don't fucking brood," I stated, offended.
"Um, yeah you do. It's kind of sexy, too," she said with a wink.
I rubbed my brow roughly and shook my head. "You're crazy."
"No, I'm perceptive. There's a difference."
She was spot on in her observations and which made me feel fucking transparent. In the past, I wasn't the type of guy to leave a person guessing. I was up front about everything, but now, even the simplest bit of scrutiny left me feeling naked.
Somewhere along the line I turned into such a fucking pussy.
Sighing heavily, I reached into my jean pockets and pulled out my cigarettes. Angela watched me curiously as I nodded my head towards the door. "Do you want to have a smoke with me before I quit?"
"Sure, I could use another," Angela replied, shrugging her shoulders as she followed to the front door. "Hey, Edward?"
"Yeah."
"Do you think I can bum a smoke off you?"
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Ten minutes later, Angela and I sat side by side and up against the wall out on the patio. We were smoking our cigarettes and relishing in the calming effect of the sweet nicotine. We were already on our second smoke and our conversation had lulled. It was nice not having to feel the need to fill the silence. It was comfortable with Angela and I really enjoyed her company. She was a fucking smartass and I loved her crude sense of humor. If I didn't have her as my ally with Bella, I don't know if I would've stuck it out as long.
She was my fucking buoy in the rapid and violent tides of the vast seas of Bella.
"You know, I tried to tell her that this was going to happen, but she never fucking listens to me, Edward. She kept telling me that she had everything under control. Yeah fucking right. She thinks because she's older that she knows more than me, but she doesn't. I could see what was going to happen the moment she agreed to take you on as a sub, and I could see that she had feelings for you. The way she looked at you was…I don't know how to describe it. All I know is that she never looked at James that way. You know, she always had this detached look in her eyes with him, but with you it was different," she droned on, taking a long drag off her cigarette. "I should have bet money on it."
"I kind of wished you've told me all this shit before, Angela. Do you realize how much this insight could've helped me? My life would've been a hell of a lot less stressful," I said cynically.
"Awe, I'm so sorry, buddy," she said sweetly as she threw her arm around my neck and pulled me into her. "I didn't want to go running my mouth off about something I wasn't completely hundred percent positive about. I would've hated to get your hopes up, just in case I was wrong."
"Yeah, I understand, but I still wish I would've got some sort of heads up," I continued to pout, shamelessly.
Angela laughed. "Oh, stop being such a sourpuss, Eddie. Things all worked out in the end, didn't they? Now you guys can run off to Vegas and get married. Pop out a few kids and buy a farm in Idaho or some shit."
"Yeah, right," I scoffed, finishing the rest of my last cigarette…ever.
When I told Angela I was quitting, I wasn't just bullshitting. If Bella hated smokers, I wasn't going to keep on doing it. There was no fucking way I was going to risk a life with her over some nasty habit that was bad for me anyway.
I had brains and it was about time I started using them.
"What do you mean 'Yeah, right'? It's not impossible, Edward. I mean, isn't that what people do when they are in love with each other?" she asked in a lovey-dovey voice and making kissing noises at me.
I pushed her away from me playfully, laughing at her. "Okay, you need to stop."
"In all seriousness, would you ever consider marrying my sister?"
I sighed. "Yeah, eventually…maybe. It's a complicated situation, Angela. Your sister and I aren't exactly what you would call 'normal'. I don't even know what I would call her. I mean, is she my girlfriend or is she my Mistress? Is she both?"
"I honestly believe that you guys can make it work. You're too good for each other not to at least try, you know," she said reassuringly.
"Yeah, I guess, but honestly, none of this even matters because before I would even consider marrying Bella, I would at least like her to meet my parents…" I smiled mischievously as my voice trailed off.
Maybe there is a way after all.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Angela asked warily.
"What are you and Bella doing for Christmas?"
A/N: Hey, babes. Sorry this took awhile, but I didn't want to just rush through it. Lemons always take me forever. I edit relentlessly. Anyways, I won't jabber that much. I'll see you guys soon! Much love.