The Body

EPOV Chapter 37

I knew nothing good would come of her going out with Rosalie, she was infamous in our circle, Rosalie could drink anyone under the table and did so frequently, especially the loud arrogant jocks that presumed she was all talk.

I had to be honest though, Bella was in better shape than I had imagined. I'd expected a call early evening to go and rescue her but no she had made it home under her home steam, still fully dressed and without being arrested. (long story but Rosalie is the pin up of the local police precinct because of her 'fondness' for stripping off when she's had several drinks)

I stood in the kitchen putting together a nourishing detoxing smoothie made of tangerines, strawberries and grapefruit and to help cleanse her insides I added Kale, raw beetroot and a few seeds, it would give her a shot of vitamin C and help to break down the alcohol in her system. As the blender whirled I noticed the bags she had dropped as she came in, I made a note to pick them up and tidy them away as soon as she was asleep.

By the time I got to the bedroom it looked as though a whirlwind had been through the room, she was flat out on top of the covers, naked and very wet. I put the smoothie on the bedside table and I followed the path she had taken as I picked up her boots, jeans, panties and then her top and bra which were in the entrance to the bathroom. I put everything in the laundry hamper and put her boots in the closet before returning to the ensuite. The shower was still running and she hadn't put the tops back on any of her bottles so I straightened everything and wiped down the shower screen. As soon as everything was back in its rightful place I went and sat on the bed to make sure she was ok. She was lying on her back, her hair wet and tangled and soaking the pillow slip under her head. I was itching to dry it for her but she was fast asleep and I hadn't the heart to wake her. I knew from experience what drinking with Rosalie could do to you so I carefully manoeuvred her beneath the quilt and fetched a bowl just in case.

It wasn't really that late when I sat down in front of the TV, I had used my evening wisely, after a quick dinner of avocado and apple salad I'd cleaned the studio, reset all the cameras, done some editing work on the photos of Bella I wanted to post once she ok'd it and had a work out as well. I was a little lost now as I flicked through the channels while keeping an ear out for Bella.

I settled down to watch a film that was just starting, something about a couple who lived in different countries and how they managed the long distance, it didn't hold my attention for long and soon as I was looking for something else to do. It was then I remembered the bags Bella had dropped earlier and I went to put them away.

There was her purse, I recognised that, but the other two bags I didn't recognise, neither the logo or the colouring, it was a store I wasn't familiar with. Curiosity got the better of me and as I opened the first smaller bag I could see there was something with a handle wrapped up. I couldn't help myself, I carefully unwrapped the package to reveal a wooden paddle. Fuck! How did she know? I'd wanted to try this for quite a while but I hadn't trusted anyone enough to actually admit it and let's be honest it's not something you can actually do to yourself. I carefully wrapped the paddle back up and opened the other bag, this was something completely different and looked like some sort of outfit, I was torn, I wanted desperately to see what she had bought but part of me wanted her to surprise me.

I looked at the bag for a good ten minutes before I finally gave in and opened it and took out the suit carrier type bag that was in there. I carefully unzipped it and hooked it over the door so I could have a look. At first glance I thought she had just bought a work outfit until I had a better look at it. There was a grey pin striped skirt that had a slit up the back to nearly the waist band, now I know Bella's body shape and this would be skin tight on her, a small white shirt that only had one button on the front and a set of bright red lingerie consisting of bra, panties, garter belt and stockings. Weirdly there were also a pair of black rimmed glasses, a long string of pearls and something that looked like a spongy squashy doughnut. I wasn't sure what that was for but if it was going anywhere near my cock I was happy. All I could think was that she was going to dress up and she was going for some sort of sexy librarian or secretary or something because no way was she wearing anything like that to work.

Just looking at the outfit had made me in desperate needed of relieving myself, I was so hard it was uncomfortable. I'd changed after my shower and all I had on were a pair of pyjama bottoms, the cotton was rubbing against the head of my cock as it kept twitching and pulsing at the thought of the paddle and Bella all dressed up.

I tried to get myself under control but my body was having none of it, I was past the point of willing my erection away, I needed to either wait it out or do something about it. In the end the decision was easy, I took both the bags into the studio, I careful unpacked the outfit and laid it out on the bed and placed the paddle at the side of it. I set the camera's filming and removed my pj's taking myself in hand I slowly glided my palm up and down my length. The skin was smooth and taut and hot to the touch as I let myself sink into the experience, I never took my eyes off the paddle as my hand worked faster and faster.

"So who has been a VERY naughty boy then Edward?"

BPOV

I don't know whether it was the noise of the dreaded blender, the smell of the disgusting concoction he put at the side of the bed or him playing with my wet hair but one or all three of them woke me up and along with what I started in the shower, I sobered up a little more. I hadn't had a drink whilst we were in the fetish shop and the owner, who knew Rosalie well, had even put coffee on for us when she realised we had been drinking all afternoon. I was definitely more exhausted than drunk when I finally got home.

Edward saw what he expected to see I think, he was so convinced that I wouldn't be able to cope with spending time with Rosalie that he just figured I would come home absolutely rolling drunk. What he failed to take into account was that I was my father's daughter. I have been to enough 'gentlemen's dinners', usually the only female there, that I've had to learn to hold my liquor, you can't do a deal when you're drunk, but you can negotiate when the person you're negotiating with is a little worse for wear themselves.

I was lying in bed snoozing, I knew I had to get up and dry my hair, not only would the wet pillow send Edward out to an all-night market to buy new ones, but my hair would be no go in the morning and it would take a whole bottle of conditioner to get the tangles out. In the end it was the smell of the smoothie that got me up, it was just too close on the bedside table so I quietly got out of bed and tipped it down the sink and washed away the evidence. How could something that stained the glass and left bits in the sink do you any good? I swallowed two Advil and a glass of water and made my way back to bed. I'd been in bed about an hour at this point and I felt fine, in fact I really fancied a cup of hot chocolate and a grilled cheese sandwich, I hadn't had anything since the burger in the bar and that had been early afternoon. I knew the chances of a grilled sandwich were low but I needed my favourite post alcohol snack.

I was surprised that Edward wasn't in front of the TV when I made my way into the living area. He had this ability to watch anything, I needed to really engage with a programme and I couldn't dip in and out of a series, but he could just watch one off episodes, as though they were a stand-alone. I put some milk onto warm for my chocolate and found the marshmallows and my tin of spray cream so I could assemble everything. We didn't have any bread but we did have bagels so I popped one in the toaster and grabbed some goats cheese and chives. My snack ready I couldn't decide whether to go back to bed or to just sit on the couch and wait for Edward to find me. The apartment wasn't that big, he was either in the studio or the second bathroom, either way he'd find me eventually.

It wasn't until I thought about my phone and the fact it would probably need charging, that I remembered my shopping, as I looked for my purse I found it where I had dropped it just inside the door, but my shopping wasn't there, for a second I panicked I had left them in the cab and thoughts of having to describe to the office what was I the bags made me blush but the more I thought about it the more I was sure I'd bought them into the apartment with me. I quickly plugged my phone in and after checking that everything was locked up and switched off I made me way back towards our bedroom. I checked the bathroom, he wasn't in there, he wasn't in our room so that left one place, he was in the studio.

I quietly pushed open the door, he hadn't closed it properly so it was easy to just lean in slightly and see what he was doing. My new sexy librarian outfit was laid out on the bed and the paddle next to it, Edward was stood facing the bed completely naked and obviously very happy at the thought of my little surprise. I stood for a few seconds just watching as he glided his hand up and down his length, he was lost in the sensations and I could see he was close to coming, he was doing his usual self-torture routine, his body was screaming for his hand to move faster, he had beads of sweat at his hairline and his teeth were gritted, he was denying his body the release it needed, demanded, he fought it as he carried on keeping his rhythm slow and controlled until his body finally took over and took control away from him.

I knew I didn't have long if I wanted to interrupt the little scene, but I needed to make a decision first. Was I mad at him for opening the bags and spoiling my surprise? Was I mad at him for doing this without me? Did I want to be angry and spoil the evening? It took seconds to realise the answer to all three questions was NO! I was fine with everything and all I really wanted to do was jump into the scene and help him come. Before I could even decide how to do that my lips opened and the words were out before I had time to even think them.

"So who has been a very naughty boy then Edward?"

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