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Chapter Thirty-Five
~Four To One~
God, they fucking itch.
My father said that once the stitches were removed that my skin would itch for a day or so, but I never expected it to be like this!
It was maddening.
My hand was firmly on my crotch, while I shifted positions and searched for some relief from that nagging and persistent tickle.
It really was unavoidable, and until I got to a drug store and buy some Aloe Vera shit, like my dad suggested, I was going to be stuck itching my junk like a fucking hick.
It would've been fine if I was at home, but I was still in the hospital. The looks of disgust I got from people as I passed them were quite comical, and I may or may not have capitalized on that shit.
It was good cheap fun, and what did I care? They were strangers, uptight ones at that, and their opinions of me weren't going to deter my good mood.
Hell, I needed this. The last few days with the Swan sisters had been a little rough on me.
A month or so ago, juggling two women was the norm and I actually enjoyed the drama. It'd been the callous womanizer in me, but now things were different and trying to be a friend to one and good boyfriend to the other was fucking exhausting.
After Bella dropped me at home that night, Angela was sitting on the couch waiting for me. We watched some late night TV and talked for a few hours. She asked me if it would be okay if she stayed for a few days. She said her house was filled with reminders of Aro, and she needed time away from all those memories to reevaluate her life.
Considering where she's been and how worried Bella was about her, I was more than happy to oblige.
So for the last week, my bedroom had become her domain and I slept on the couch. Surprisingly enough, the arrangement worked out quite well. The sofa was comfortable and I managed to get some decent sleep.
The most important thing, though, was that Angela got better...and she did.
Luckily, I wasn't alone in my efforts to help her through the break-up/decollaring. Emmett was right by my side from day one, offering up some comic relief and honest advice.
Hell, even his girlfriend, the wicked witch from the east, Rose, had jumped in to helped. Which, fucking shocked the hell out of me; I didn't even know that she could actually give a shit about anyone other than herself.
Apparently, I'd sorely misjudged her.
Angela and Rose seemed to hit it off damn near instantly. They both had that same dry, sarcastic sense of humor, and shared a love for busting my balls
Now, I had two of them to contend with.
That's just fucking great…
The most surprising thing in all of this was Rose's attitude towards me.
In the year or so that I've known her, she made it her job to be a total bitch. She made sly comments about my life and even tried to blackmail me. It didn't look like we would ever get along, but something happened and she made a complete one-eighty.
Rose told me that she was impressed with how I've handled everything with Angela and that she actually thought I was a good guy.
It was so fucking weird to hear her compliment me like that, but I wasn't about to question her motives. Whatever the reason for her sudden change, I fucking welcomed it.
Considering everything I was already going through with Bella, Angela, and that fucking prick, Aro, I needed a God damned break.
Jasper on the other hand, his presence was still scarce. He was spending most of his time with Alice now. The only time he called, and reminded me he was actually alive, was to invite Bella and me over to his house for New Year's Eve.
It kind of sucked that one of my best friends wasn't around as much and I fucking missed the guy, but what could I do?
The dude was in love, and how could I begrudge him of that?
Exiting the hospital, I shoved my hands deep inside my coat pockets and walked briskly to my car. The sun was out, but didn't touch the freezing wind that blew in from the east. The frigid temperature was the only thing that could ever put a fire under my ass, and in no time, I was sprinting through the parking lot.
Once in my car, I put my key in the ignition and set the heater on full blast. Blowing my warm breath into my hands, I glanced over at my dashboard clock; I saw that it was barely on eleven-thirty in the morning.
The day was still young, and now that my stitches were out, my mind quickly shifted to Bella. The need to see her was stronger more than ever, and perhaps it was because of this sudden freedom I had.
For a whole week I had battled with my feelings, trying to keep my growing desires for her in check.
After our short but sweet reunion, we promised that we would see each other the very next day. Our middle ground was the same parking lot with those attentive, but highly annoying security guards.
They were our sexual buffer.
Whenever things got too hot and heavy between Bella and me, and the windows would fog up, the tapping on the glass would alert us that our time was up.
It was a bit unorthodox method of protection, but it worked like a charm.
I was able to be with my girl without the fear of taking things too far, and therefore, further self sequestering was no longer needed.
It amazed me how dense I'd been about the whole situation. The simplest solution was right there in front of my face and I chose the most drastic route—and I was supposed to be some fucking child prodigy.
Well, all that strict abstinence shit was over now, and I knew exactly where to find my long awaited release.
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There were boxes stacked up high against the walls, somewhat blocking my entrance, as I pushed the metal door open. Bella was seated behind the receptionist's desk and didn't notice me as I walked in.
There was an intense look of concentration on her face as she talked on the phone and went through a stack of folders. Her lips were pursed into a tight line and the dark strands of her hair constantly kept falling into her eyes.
She was beautiful.
"I understand how inappropriate it is for me to call you at work, Mr. DiMara, but I felt obligated to inform you that the dungeon is closing," she said, her voice cracking considerably.
It angered me that Bella was pushed into an impossible situation. Aro presented her with two options and she had to choose between her life with me—effectively losing her rights to the dungeon—and a life as his submissive. As much as I wanted to believe she chose me and only me, I knew better.
My Mistress was stubborn. She hated having to relinquish any sort of control. It pissed her off that Aro offered her that deal, because it left her no clear options. She couldn't—even if she tried—go back as a sub to Aro. Or any Dom for that matter.
She was a Domme through and through, and that was never going to change.
"All your personal information will be shredded, sir," she said, catching my eyes as I approached her slowly. "I understand. Thank you for your loyal business, Mr. DiMara, and good luck on finding another Domme. Goodbye."
She hung up the phone and let out a long and exasperated sigh.
"Tough day?" I asked.
"It hasn't been the best, that's for sure."
"Are you calling all of your clients," I asked, pointing to the folders.
"Yeah—well, mostly the ones who had appointments with me tonight and over the weekend. So, it's been quite exhausting. How's my sister?"
"She's fine. Her and Rose were going shopping today. I guess for dresses or some shit. I tuned them out once they mentioned that they were going shopping."
Bella laughed. "Well, I'm glad that she has Rosalie. She seems like a strong person."
"Speaking of Rose, this has been bugging since Christmas, but gotta ask, are you really going to make her a Domme?"
"Oh, Edward, not this again," she said, rolling her eyes at me.
"I'm just curious why you would. I mean, don't get me wrong, we've actually been getting along lately, but I can't really see my girlfriend training my best friend's girlfriend. It's weird."
"Why would it be weird? Don't you think Emmett deserves to be dominated some? The boy is practically begging for it."
I groaned. "You see, I don't want to be hearing this shit."
"You know, for such a sexually experienced guy, you can be quite the prude."
I laughed, nodding my head in resignation. "Unfortunately, you may be right."
"I'm always right, Edward, or have you not been paying attention these last several weeks?"
"Oh, I've been paying attention—very closely, in fact. I just," I huffed loudly; annoyed that she still was considering training Rose. "Look, can you just do me this one favor and not make Rosalie a Domme? I really don't think I can handle it."
"Why does this bother you so much?" she asked.
A week ago it was because I couldn't stand her, but now, even though we were more on friendly terms; my decision was still based on those old still feelings. I couldn't tell Bella that. So, I said the next best thing.
"I don't want what we have being shared with anyone else. It's fucking selfish, I know, but its how I feel."
She eyed me for a minute, assessing my sincerity. I may have thrown in a pouted lip for good measure.
"Please…"
"Fine, Edward. I won't train her."
"Yes!" I cheered, doing a little victory dance—and not very well, I may add.
"Okay, you can stop now," she said, shaking her head at me and laughing.
I finished up my version of the robot before I gave her an appreciative wink and said. "Thank you."
"Goodness, what the hell I am going to do with you?" she paused, tilting her head to the side and looked at me thoughtfully. "Speaking of which, how are you? Did you finally get your stitches taken out?"
"Yeah. I just came from the hospital." I omitted the fact that my shit still itched like crazy and I was fighting the urge to scratch it.
She rose from her chair and leaned over the counter, combing her eyes over my body.
"Can you...you know...does it work?" she asked.
I smiled at her, pleased that she was as eager as I was. "I really haven't tested it out, yet. It's why I came straight here. I needed some...inspiration, if you will."
"Inspiration? Is that what I am?" she asked, coming around the desk and staring me down like I was a piece of meat.
"You know you are, Bella. My body is very responsive to you."
She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed my lips softly. "Well, are you inspired now?"
"I don't know. Kiss me again," I said, splaying my hands against her firm ass and pressing her into me.
"Mmm, I think I can do better than that," she hummed against my lips, before taking my bottom one into her mouth and biting down hard on it.
She sucked it and pulled it away, drawling a cry out of me.
It was such a fucking turn-on.
She released my lip and smirked. "How's that for inspiration?"
Glancing down briefly, I could see a slight bulge growing in my pants, and I said. "I think you can do better."
She narrowed her eyes at me as I presented her with a challenge—or was I defying her?
"How about I take you to the playroom and defile you."
I gulped. "Are you serious?"
"Do you still remember our safe words, pet?"
"Green, yellow, and red."
"Very good," she said, reaching in-between us and gently rubbing her hand over my librated crotch. "Is this what you want?"
There was no stretching and there was no pain, just the feeling of a very hard erection.
Fuck, I missed that.
Leaning my head against hers, I sighed happily. "Yes, Mistress."
"Are you sure?" She said as her hand slid down the front of my pants and wrapped her fingers around me.
"Yes!" I squeaked loudly, shoving my hips into her.
"Okay then," she said, removing her from hand from me and backed up a few steps. "You are to go to the room we had our first session in. You are to undress, get on your knees, and wait for me. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Mistress," I managed to croak out.
"Go."
Without saying a word, I spun on my heel and headed for the hallway. The walls were still that same deep burgundy color, but the pictures were gone. The only proof of their existence was the holes in drywall.
The red room was just as I remembered it. The benches were in the same place, still clean and pristine. The cross that Bella tied me up to was pushed up against the far back wall, and I smiled at the memory.
As I underdressed, my eyes examined her whips, floggers, and canes that were hanging from their respective hooks. Some people might take one look at the collection and perceive them as weapons, but to me, they were toys—painful and pleasurable toys.
I breathed in deeply, taking in all the mixture of scents.
It felt like home, and at that moment, I knew that I was going to miss this place.
Completely naked now, I slowly got to my knees and into the submissive position. The concrete floor was freezing and the hard surface didn't have much give. If Bella took too long, I knew that my knees would be sore and bruised.
Thankfully, my Mistress was prompt, and less than a minute later, she was stepping into the room.
My head was cast down and my eyes were focused on the little imperfections on cement floor. The clicking on my Mistresses heels kept my senses alert and I fought with myself, resisting the urge to look up.
She didn't say much to me, but I listened to her movements as she sashayed around the room. The predator in her was out in full force as she circled me for a minute or two and assessed her prey. She then left me, a wanting mess, and went over to her wall of whips. My eyes closed tightly as I anticipated her next move.
This is it. She's picking out her toy.
The muscles in my arms were taut as I balled my hands into tight fists, trying to grasp on to anything I could. My body was aching for her touch now. The thought of the leather straps of her flogger on my back, chest—or anywhere, for that matter—was making my head spin.
It was driving me mad.
The sudden poke of her heel in the middle of my back startled me, and she pushed me forward roughly, making me lose my balance. I placed my hands out in front of me, just so I didn't go face first into the ground.
She made a tsking noise, and I could just envision the disappointment on her face.
"You've been babied way too much, my pet. All of that is going to change tonight. Do you hear me?" she asked, digging her heel deeper into my skin.
It fucking hurt and the only thing I could muster was a grunt."Yes, Mistress."
"I don't think you really grasp my meaning, pet...I guess I'll just have to show you. Get up!" she snapped, removing her shoe from my back.
Rising to my feet, I was still facing the door and away from her. It was unclear to me what exactly she had planned, but I trusted her. She would never push me past my limits, and whatever she had in store was going to be pleasurable for the both of us.
"Face me," she said.
Happily, I thought.
Turning around, I was met with the most beautiful and sexy looking creature. My eyes quickly went over her and appraised her slim frame. She was wearing knee high boots with fishnet stockings, a short black skirt, and a black leather bodice that accentuated her amazing breasts.
There was something very familiar about the outfit she was wearing...
The moment I realized where I'd seen it, I broke character. "You're wearing what you wore that first night! I can't believe you remember."
She looked at me stunned for a moment, gripping her flogger tightly, and I could tell that she didnt know what to say.
I was, clearly, out of line.
So, I lowered my head and mumbled. "I'm sorry, Mistress."
She placed her hand on the side of my face and sighed. "I'm trying to re-create your first time as my submissive. It...It seems like the perfect way to say goodbye to my old life and start my new life with you."
I looked into her brown eyes and saw them completely open to me. There was no hidden agenda or fallacy to her words.
Ignoring everything else, I grabbed a hold of her hips and pulled her into me, until our bodies were completely flushed. Once upon a time, this would've been forbidden and it should've been now, since I was her submissive in all, but I couldn't resist.
She was giving up everything to be with me, and I loved her even more in that moment.
"Do you love me?" I asked.
"Of course, I do," she replied, glancing away from my gaze.
I placed my hands on the sides of her face, redirecting her eyes on me. "Then tell me."
"I can't."
"Why?"
"Because I...I just can't, okay? You're just going to have to trust me on this. Do you?"
I nodded. "Completely."
"Do you want to continue?" she asked.
"Yes."
She walked back towards the table and wall of toys and pulled out a ball-gag. There was a mischievous smirk on her face and I knew what she was trying to tell me even before she said the words.
"No more talking."
Once I was gagged, she grabbed a hold of my hands and fastened them behind my back with a silk rope. She hit me with her flogger and stood out in front of me, tilting her head to the side. Her eyes then followed a straight path down to my very hard and attentive erection.
She smiled, gently rubbing the straps over my cock. "Everything seems to be in working order. Is there any pain or discomfort, pet?"
"No, Mistress," I answered.
"That's good, pet," she said, still inspecting it. "You healed up quite nicely. We can definitely work with this." She then placed her hand on my shoulder and roughly pushed me back down on my knees.
The pain of the drop stung a bit, but all was forgotten as she circled around me, touching my heated skin with her hands and the tip of her purple flogger. It set off a chain reaction of prickles all over my flesh.
The scents that surrounded me were mind-blowing. The leather and perfume mixture was concentrated in my head. It drove me to the point of tears and I wanted to yell, beg, and explain how badly I wanted her. But I was gagged. My voice was muted with leather—or was it a rubber?
Oh well, it didnt fucking matter. My teeth didn't know the difference as it sunk into the ball, locking down tightly.
"You look so good, my pet," she taunted, slapping the flogger along my back. "Your skin just cherries and swells for me."
Sting after sweet sting, I was assaulted with her toy. The blood in my body boiled and reacted, rising to the surface and flushing my sensitive flesh. The more she intensified her hits, the harder my dick got. My mind was well aware of how turned on I was by the pain. I relished in it. It was the only thing that was real for me at that moment.
"You're so vulnerable on my floor," she whispered into my ear, sending a wave of chills down my spine. "Do you want to taste me, pet, or would you like to be punished more for your outburst?" she asked, whipping the flogger abrasively across my shoulder blades.
Without thinking, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
"Punish me," I mumbled, but the ball-gag made it sound like gibberish.
"What's that, pet?" she asked, bending down before me and spreading her legs wide, showing me exactly what I could've had if I was smart…
Maybe it wasn't too late after all.
I made sure that my words were clear and precise, just so there was no confusion. "I want to taste you, Mistress."
She unbuckled the gag and removed it from my mouth, replacing it with her fingers, and instructing me sternly to..."Suck."
Doing as I was told, I closed my mouth around her fingers and sucked. The taste wasn't like I hoped, in fact, it tasted like lotion. But she was watching me, and I think it wasn't about what I wanted; it was about her wants and needs. She enjoyed the feel of my tongue as I licked and poked between each finger.
Her excitement and arousal only intensified mine.
"That's enough," she said, pulling them out slowly from my mouth. "You have an expert tongue."
"Yes, Mistress," I said, licking my lips.
"I wonder where else I could put that tongue of yours to good use," she said, rising to her feet.
Like a kid in school, I wanted to raise my hand and offer her some choice places.
Fortunately, my Mistress had already made up her mind.
"Stand up," she ordered.
It was far more difficult to get to my feet with my hands tied behind my back. In the end, I shuffled my knees along the floor—which were already numb, dulling out the new ache.
My Mistress leaned against the wall, watching me as I struggled. Luckily, I found my groove and soon was on my feet.
"Now," she said, coming up to me and pushing me backwards with the end of her flogger. "I want you on that bench."
The bench in question had two wooden legs and a black leather seat. It didnt take me long to realize that my Mistress wanted me bent over.
It was disappointing, because I had hoped that she was going to let me put my mouth on her. Then a strong surge of excitement hit me. There was more fun to be had.
She wasn't quite through with me.
Lying down on my stomach, I was bent over the bench with legs spread. It was kind of awkward with my hands tied behind my back and I was getting a strong sting in my right shoulder from the weird angle.
The word red was forming on my lips when my Mistress came along and untied me.
She then took my arms and strapped them to the hooks that were on the end of the bench. It stretched my sore and tense muscles out. It was kind of nice.
"I heard you the first time, pet," she said.
This statement confused me at first, but when she started paddling my ass, I caught on to her meaning.
This was more of my punishment.
Apparently, it had been too late to change my mind.
The feel of the paddle was in-fucking-describable. It ignited something in me, and I bucked my hips forward, searching for a way to transfer its power.
As my thrusts got more forceful, my Mistress' spanks became increasingly more painful. It fueled my arousal and did the opposite of what I wanted. I felt myself nearing my inevitable peak...
That was when she stopped.
The hits ceased and my balls throbbed, craving a release, but cruelly rebuffed.
My Mistress knew how close I was and she couldn't allow me to come.
It was part of her job as Domme, bringing me to the edge and shutting me down.
I clenched my jaw in frustration.
Teasing minx.
My Mistress placed her cool hand on my heated skin and pressed her naked body up against my back.
I groaned loudly as the skin to skin contact washed over me.
"Patient, pet," she said, taking my earlobe in-between her teeth.
"Please," I begged.
"Please?" she questioned, running her hands along the side of my body.
"Please, Mistress, I need to be..." I tapered off, the strength of my emotions overwhelming.
"Say it," she coaxed as she smoothed her hand over my ass cheeks, slowly inching closer to no-man's land with every breath I took.
Instead of freaking out like the first time she went that route, I actually encouraged her.
"Say it," she snapped, gaining my attention by slowly retreating.
That made me panic, and I gave in, knowing exactly what she wanted to hear. "I need you to touch me."
"I am touching you, pet," she said, getting further and further away.
God, how in the fuck do I tell her? I couldn't even believe that I wanted her to stick her fingers in me, but I did—badly.
How do I say this shit out loud?
"Come on, baby," she purred into my ear. "I know you want it." She reached around and grabbed a hold of my hardness. "I CAN feel it."
"I do," I grunted, eagerly thrusting in her hand now.
"Say it then," she said; her tone had a frustrated edge to it.
"I want you to put your fingers in me, Mistress," I blurted out, rushing through my words.
"That's good, pet. Very, very good."
I took a deep breath, anticipating the moment she would insert her fingers into my anus...but she never did.
Slightly confused, I tilted my head up and she forcefully shoved it back down. She then removed her warm body from mine and untied my hands.
"Get up," she instructed.
Lifting myself from the bench, I turned around and saw that she was topless. The boots, stockings, and skirt were still on, but somewhere between now and the paddling, she lost her corset.
"I want you to make me orgasm four times, pet."
My eyes widened and I was unsure if I heard her right. "Mistress?"
"Four times," she repeated. "You can use your mouth, your fingers, and any toy you can find. The only thing you can't use is your penis. If at any time you should get too excited and close to climaxing, you must stop."
I nodded, totally pumped and ready for the challenge.
"However, pet, if you stop, you are taking the chance of ruining my orgasm, and if that should happen, my count doubles. And if you orgasm before I say it is okay for you to do so, my number triples. Is that clear?" she asked, eyeing me sternly.
"I understand, Mistress...can I kiss you?"
She smiled, leaning up against one of her large bed-like benches and parted her svelte legs. "You may do whatever you like. Just remember this ratio, pet...four to one."
"Four to one," I repeated like a mantra.
Slowly, I approached her, already working out a game plan. Four orgasms shouldn't be that hard to accomplish...at least, I didn't think it would be.
I placed my hands on her smooth thighs, parting them further apart as I squeezed myself in between them. My lips went to her pert nipples, taking the hard peak into my mouth and rolling my tongue over it.
She hummed with pleasure, entwining her fingers in my hair. It was the type of response I was looking for, so I decided to up my game.
My left hand moved up her body and palmed her right breast as my mouth worked on her left. She arched her back, clearly enjoying my technique. I slipped my free hand in the middle of her legs, pushing her panties aside.
My two fingers rubbed her clit, creating some much needed friction. She moaned at this, and I slipped one finger inside of her, curling it upward.
I kept my eyes closed and my mind clear. If I was to focus on what my hands were doing or the way her skin tasted like strawberries, or the simple fact that my penis was just an inch or two away from her entrance, I would be fucking done.
"Kiss me," she demanded, pulling my face away from her chest and up to her lips.
Her mouth opened to me, allowing my tongue to enter and intermingle with hers.
By this time my one hand was gripping on to her hip tightly as my other hand thrusted two fingers up inside her.
I pumped fiercely, looking for that pesky G-spot as I kissed her. It was a complete out of body experience, and I was so focused on making her come that I didn't even think about myself.
She wrapped her one leg around my backside, pulling me into her. It was a bit distracting, but the change of position made it easier for me to plunge deeper inside. As my fingers curved and pushed that most precious button, I could feel her walls tightening around me.
She bit down on my bottom lip, clutching my shoulders and digging her nails into my skin. Two seconds later, she climaxed.
That was one.
She was panting softly as I pulled away from her. My mind quickly went into phase two of operation four to one.
Looking over my shoulder, I saw the station of toys. It wasn't for sure, but I hoped that there was something over there I could use on her.
"Hold on, baby, I got an idea," I said, giving her a peck on her lips and walking over the toys.
I could feel her eyes on me the entire time as I went through the drawers. The set-up she had was what I pretty much expected from her. It was neat and fucking colored coded. When I got to the pink drawer of the small wooden cabinet, I pulled out Mr. Pinky.
I laughed, mostly to myself. "I remember you."
Turning around to face my Mistress, showing her my find, she smiled.
"Nice choice. But are you sure you can handle such equipment?" she asked, jumping up on her bench and leaning back on her elbows.
"I think I can manage, Mistress," I said, clicking the on button and watched as it hummed and vibrated to life.
I didn't know what my exact plan was, but I knew I wanted to be front row center when it happened.
Crouching down in front of my Mistress, I set the vibrator aside and removed her black laced thong.
She was completely bared to me now and I gripped the edge of the bench, willing myself to compose my feelings.
I only have to give her three more orgasms,I thought.
Once I was back under control, I opened my eyes and grabbed the vibrator. I turned it back on, poising it at her entrance. She was already insanely wet as it was and further lubrication wasn't needed.
At first, I toyed with her, rubbing the top of Mr. Pinky up and down and in-between her lips. The cries of pleasure were encouraging and I fought the impulse to take a quick taste.
No, that was my grand finale.
Slowly, I started to ease it in and out of her. I watched, very fascinated by the whole process. The tempo and speed only increased when my own arousal came close to being unbearable.
As much as I wanted to be a part of every single thrust of the vibrator, the visual aspect accompanied with her heavy and breathy moans, I was losing my grasp on everything.
Thankfully her orgasm was quicker to achieve this time around and she came right before my hungry eyes….
The way her thighs quivered was fucking magical.
"Damn." I heard her say from up above.
Rising to my feet, I hovered over her and trailed kisses all over her damp skin on her chest, working my way up to her delicate collar bone.
That was two.
I was half-way there...
The challenge was proving to be a lot harder than I thought, but I still had a few tricks up my sleeve and I was eager to show her.
"Can I taste you now, Mistress," I asked, lightly kissing the hollow part of her neck.
She sat up and stared down at me, her brown eyes were wide. She smirked, almost deviously. "Can you handle it, pet?"
I gulped loudly, suddenly unsure of myself. "Yes, Mistress."
"Then by all means, pet," she said, lying back down.
This moment was going to make or break me, and I knew it. But I was determined to see this through.
Getting back down to a crouch, I placed my lips on the inside of her left thigh and started to kiss the soft skin there.
She smelled and tasted heavenly, and as I progressed upwards, my heart pounded in my chest. My dick was a very unhappy camper at this point. He witnessed in tortured silence, several activities—to which he wasn't a part of.
He needed to buck up and deal with it. Hell, I was pushing my needs aside and so could he. Our job right now was to please our Mistress, and I was determined to do just that.
My hands were parting her legs wider and my tongue slipped out of my mouth and reached out to taste her. I licked around her delicate and sweet flesh, enjoying the exquisite banquet. The tip of my nose was tickling the lower part of her clit and that little maneuver drove her absolutely crazy. It wasn't long before she had both hands in my hair, shoving my face further into her.
Sucking and licking her like my life depended on it; I took my free hand and inserted two fingers into her, and it worked like a charm.
It was chaotic and I didnt know which end was up and which end was down. All I knew was she tasted amazing. A flavor that was completely Bella and I savored every bit of it.
As I drove my fingers deeper and flicked my tongue on her clit, I could sense another one of her releases building, but this one wasn't like the others. It was far more powerful.
"Oh, my..." she moaned, wrapping both of her legs around my head and squeezing them securely together.
I was locked up and cocooned in her. This time when she came, I felt every shudder and quiver as she climaxed around me.
It was fucking beautiful…
That was three.
The moment she came down from her intense orgasm, her legs loosened and she set me free.
I smiled smugly as I stood up and looked down at her. She was such a gorgeous mess. Her hair was mussed up, she was panting and her chest was heaving. The look in her eyes was extremely relaxed and dazed.
"Three down and one to go," I said.
She sat up and pointed behind me. "Go sit down over there."
I turned around and saw that she wanted me to another go sit on another bench, but this one was more like a foot stool of sorts. It was taller, but it looked just the same.
"Yes, Mistress," I said, going over to the stool and taking a seat.
She hopped off the table and sauntered towards me. She was so beautiful and her body was out of this world, it never ceased to amaze me how much I was attracted to her. It drove to the point of insanity, and I placed my hands behind me, gripping the seat. I waited for with abated breath, anticipating whatever she planned to do to me next.
To my surprise, she bent down and kissed me. It was deep and passionate, and I lost all my sense of being. It wasn't until she pulled away from my lips and grabbed a hold of me firmly in her hand, did I snap back to reality.
She threw her leg over my lap and hovered over me. She was basically straddling me now. Her hand was still gripping my cock and poised it at her entrance.
She looked at me cautiously as I sucked in large quantities of air, and I nodded at her. It was my way of silently communicating and ensuring to her that I could fucking handle it.
Hopefully I wasn't all talk.
"I come first or we come together, is that clear?" she warned.
"Yes, Mistress." My voice was shaky.
"Baby," she said, grabbing my chin as she lowered herself on me. "Keep your eyes on mine at all times."
I nodded as she completely immersed me in her heat and tight walls.
Fuck!
It felt so fucking good—to the point where I thought I was going to fucking pass out. Everything about her was driving me crazy, and if she moved one fucking inch, I was done.
"Please, don't move," I begged, gripping her hips and keeping her put.
I was fully inside of her now—up to the fucking hilt. She stayed still, placing her forehead on mine and wrapping her arms around my neck.
"Just let me know when you're ready," she said.
"I'm ready," I replied, shifting my hips upward and felt her clench and contract around me. "But slowly, okay?"
"Okay," she said as she started to rock her body back.
It was so agonizingly sweet and I was barely able to within stand it.
"Kiss me, please," I said.
She bent down and placed her lips on mine, chastely at first, but as our movements quickened and became more forceful, so did our kiss.
It was fucking exquisite—the smell of her hair in my face, the taste of her on my tongue, and the feel of being up inside her.
Our hands roamed over each other's bodies, feeling as much as we could as we got closer and closer to completion.
My mind was in utter bliss, and as I bucked my hips, lifting her tiny frame up, I could feel her climax building once again.
I was going for number four...
"Baby," she said, kissing me more deeply and forcefully. "Come with me."
That was all I needed to fucking hear.
"Wrap your legs around me," I mumbled against her lips.
She did exactly as I asked and I placed my hands underneath her ass, quickly rising to my feet and lifting her up with me. I shuffled us both across the room and laid her back down on that large, bed-like bench of hers.
That was when I got some footing and leverage as I pounded into her, almost relentlessly. It was rough, it was quick, and it was what we both needed.
She grabbed a hold of my shoulders and arched her back. My mouth immediately went over one of her erect nipples as I fucked my Mistress...hard.
She screamed my name and squeezed around me, like a God damned vice, as she came. It took two to three more forceful thrusts until I was coming undone, as well.
My climax was explosive, intense, and well overdue.
I may have shouted out a string of profanities that were intermingled with my Mistress' name before collapsing on top of her. I was completely spent.
I peppered her skin with soft kisses as we both laid there out of breath and exhausted. She wrapped her arms around me and hummed softly.
I peeked up at her and smirked. "And that's four."
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The dungeon was eerily quiet as we exited the playroom. It was pretty late in the evening now and we both were pretty worn out from our extracurricular activities. Bella stated that she wanted to get home and take a shower before we head over to Jasper's party, and that was just fine with me.
In fact, I needed to get back to my own apartment and pack up my things. Bella may have not said it outright, but I knew that she wanted me to move back in with her. We were in this hazy and peculiar place in our relationship where I was her boyfriend, but also her submissive. I'm not sure if the same rules applied, but if she wanted me to cook her dinner and clean her house, well strap a fucking apron on me, because being away from her was far more torturous. My need and desperation to be with her wasn't entirely healthy, but I said goodbye to my sanity the moment I laid eyes on her.
Bella shut the door quietly behind us and there was a moment of stillness as we said our goodbyes. She was handling it a lot better than I expected. The strength she showed was incredible and I didn't know how she was doing it. The dungeon was a huge chunk of her life. She was giving up more than just a business. She was letting go of some of her identity.
"Are you okay?" I asked, rubbing my hand up and down her back.
"Yeah, I'm fine—well, I'll be fine," she replied, looking up at me and smiling weakly.
She was trying to be strong…for whom, I didn't know.
"Maybe we should go…" I trailed off, my eyes glancing away from her and down the hall.
She stood up straighter and gave me a firm nod, resolute even. "No, you're right. I need to get on with it."
"That's not what I meant," I protested.
"No, I know, but someone needs to say it. Look, I'm going to be fine. This is just the grieving period, that's all."
"Baby," I said, taking a step towards her and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, "who are you trying to convince?"
She shrugged. "I don't know."
"You know, you don't have to be strong all of the time. It's okay to be…"
"What? Vulnerable?"
"Yeah."
"I don't know what that even means, Edward. The only thing I know how to be is this," she said, gesturing around us. "There wasn't time to be anything else but strong. This is who I am."
"I'm not debating that you're strong, Bella. I fucking know you are. I just want you to know that it's okay to not to be."
Bella shook her head at me, fighting against those feelings that wanted to break through. She was so stubborn and I knew how important it was for her to be tough. It just killed me that she was hurting inside and I couldn't fix it. I was just a mere spectator on the bleachers, wishing that she would let me play a few innings.
I reached out for her, but she blocked my advances, putting her hand on my chest and forcing me to keep my distance.
"We should go," she said, echoing my previous statement.
I cleared my throat and nodded. "Okay."
She grabbed my hand and squeezed it tightly, signaling to me that she wasn't mad…just closed off. At this point, I would rather her be pissed—at least it would be something.
It was like trying to cross a bridge to safety because your running away from a fire, but when you get there, a piece of the bridge had been broken off. You can't go back because you'll be burned alive, but you can't go forward, either. You're just stuck…hopelessly waiting to die.
If Bella won't let go forward with her, where was I to go?
As we came into the lounge, we both stopped in our tracks. There was a cold wind blowing in through the open door and in front of that door was Aro. He stood in the middle of the room, his long black trench coat whipping around him. He smiled when he saw us, almost like we were all friends.
"Ah, there you are," he said to Bella.
I wasn't a person, just a submissive in his eyes.
"Aro, how did you get in here?" Bella asked, horrified.
"It's my dungeon, my dear—or did you forget?" he said.
"I didn't forget," she replied. "I'll be completely out of here by tomorrow, Aro. I just needed to cancel my appointments."
"Oh, there's no hurry," he said, waving her off. "I just wanted to orientate my newest employee to the dungeon."
"Your employee? You're going to keep the dungeon open?"
"Of course, I am. Did you honestly think I would shut this place down? It's a gold mine."
"I see," Bella said as she squeezed my hand even tighter. "So, who did you get to run the dungeon, Aro? Annabeth?"
He laughed. "Annabeth? Oh, no, not that…woman. No, I got someone who has the same vision as me and knows how to follow rules."
I could see the confusion on Bella's face as she mentally went through a list of Domme's. Aro patiently waited for her, but the curl of his lip, told me that she was going to be way off—no matter who she guessed.
"Give up?" he teased.
"Don't I always?" Bella said, spitting as much venom and hatred as she could in that one sentence.
"Hmm, well, not in the ways I want you to. At any rate…my dear," Aro called over his shoulder, "you can come in now."
The next few seconds were agonizing as we waited for the new Dominatrix to appear. The click-clacking of her shoes on the ground was an ominous sound and even before she came strolling into the Dungeon, I knew it wasn't going to be good.
The red, fiery hair was the first thing I saw, followed by her calculating smirk. Her wide, green eyes focused on me for a second, then back over to Bella where they narrowed into thin slits.
"Victoria?" Bella hissed.
"I bet you're surprised to see me here, aren't cha?"
A/N: A special thanks to my pre-reader Tina and Brina. You ladies rock my world, and in return, I hoped I rocked yours! Much love to all my readers and I'll see you all soon!