Pen Name: Tufano79
Facebook Name: Josie Beckmann
Story Title: Deepest, Darkest Desires
Beta: CoppertopJ
Pre-Reader: N/A
Summary: For Bella's birthday, her Dom, Edward asked what she wanted. Nothing was off the table. The world was her oyster, and her sexual desires would be fulfilled. Her wish? To have sex in public with two men. Dominant Edward Cullen would give anything to his Submissive. Even her Deepest, Darkest Desires.
Disclaimer: The author does not own any publicly recognizable characters herein. No copyright infringement intended.
The morning of Bella's birthday, she woke up in the submissive bedroom at Edward's townhouse. She hated sleeping in here, but it was agreed for her to spend the night in here to make the evening more special. She stretched her body, seeing a card on the nightstand in Edward's elegant script.
My beauty,
Happy birthday! I hope today and tonight fulfills your every dream. I'm excited to bring you pleasure, as is Jacob. Instead of our usual weekend play plans, you will be spoiled this afternoon. Alice will pick you up and Jacob and I have splurged on a full day of beauty and pampering, plus lunch and a new outfit for tonight.
I know you hate it when I spend money on you, but the day of your birth is a reason to celebrate.
Let me spoil you. That's an order from your Dominant.
After your day of beauty, I'll meet you in our playroom for your inspection and to collar you (a present from me to you, my beauty).
Happy birthday, Isabella …
All my heart,
Master Edward
Bella smiled gently, putting his card into her journal. Getting up, she padded to the ensuite bathroom and took a quick shower. She dressed in a flowy dress that her Master had hung in her closet, along with her platinum key collar that she wore on the weekends.
Braiding her hair, she walked down to the kitchen. Normally, she'd make breakfast for Master Edward, but he was clearly gone. Spread on the quartz counter tops was an array of breakfast nosh, along with another note.
You are not allowed to lift a finger, my beauty. Sir Jasper will come in to clean up the mess. Enjoy your breakfast. The bacon donuts are delicious …
All my heart,
Master Edward
"Yeah, you can eat those, Master," Bella snickered, pouring herself a cup of coffee. "Bacon on donuts? Ewww!" She made herself a plate with some fresh fruit, a yogurt, and a donut. Sitting down at the small breakfast bar, she enjoyed her breakfast until her best friend and fellow submissive, Alice, came dancing inside. Following close behind her was her Dominant and fiancé, Jasper Whitlock. "Good morning, Alice and good morning, Sir Jasper."
"Happy birthday, darlin'," Jasper drawled. "Are you excited today?"
"I am, Sir," Bella replied. "Will you and Alice be in the audience?"
"Front row," Jasper smirked. "My sweet, are you ready to take Isabella to her spa appointment?"
"I am, Master," Alice nodded. "Are you finished?"
Bella took a final sip of her coffee, picking up her purse. Alice kissed Jasper and dragged Bella down to her bright yellow Porsche Cayenne. It was an engagement gift from her fiancé, matching the canary yellow engagement ring that dazzled on her finger.
~ OxOxO ~
Across town, at Heat, Edward and Jacob were finalizing plans for tonight. They moved many things from Edward's private playroom in the club to the stage. Bella's birthday request was the only demonstration planned. There were three 'stations' on the stage. A metal table with a camera angled above the stage. A sex swing that Jacob had brought, anchored to the ceiling. There were two cameras on that station. One at foot of the of stage so Bella's pussy would be the star, with another camera above the swing. The final location was a leather sofa. Next to the sofa was a handheld camera, with another on a tripod directed at the couch. Jacob would film Edward and Bella as they fucked on the sofa.
Lube, condoms, and various other toys were laid out on trays near the three locations.
"So, inspection," Jacob said. "I know you're going to do that before you get to the club. But, what about before our performance?"
"We can do that backstage," Edward confirmed.
"Also, attire. I know we'll eventually be naked, but what are you wearing before the fuck fest begins?" Jacob asked.
"Driving over here, I'll be in jeans, and a t-shirt. While on stage, I'm going to wear jeans. Black jeans," Edward replied. "Bella's getting a new outfit, but she'll be naked when we inspect her and on stage."
"Sounds good," Jacob nodded. "What time will you get here?"
"Eight," Edward answered. He checked his watch. "Bella should be nearly done with her spa day. I'm going to head back. I need to shower, and prepare for this evening's event."
"I'll be here," Jacob said, shaking Edward's hand and giving him a man-hug.
Once he was back in his townhouse, Edward scoured his body and used his time in the shower to meditate. He needed to be calm for tonight. This was for his Bella, his beauty. He also rubbed one out since he'd been adamant that they didn't play the night before. Also, sleeping without her made him restless and horny.
Dressing in black jeans and a black t-shirt, he pulled out the outfit he'd purchased for Bella to wear to the club. It was a navy-blue corset, with no cups on the bra. Her breasts would be free, but her tiny waist would be cinched. Matching the corset was a pair of blue crotchless panties and coordinating garter belt. The outfit would be completed with a pair of fishnet thigh-highs and black heels. He placed the outfit in her bedroom. Then, he put her after care outfit into a small duffle bag, along with lotion, ibuprofen, and his private birthday present.
Something only he could give her …
An hour later, he heard Bella walk inside. He stayed in the bedroom, listening to her move around in the submissive's room. There was a quiet knock on his bedroom door. Edward padded to open it. Bella was standing outside, her gaze trained downward. She was wearing a black silk robe. "What is it, my pet?" Edward asked.
"Master, I need your help," she murmured. "I can't tie the beautiful corset laid out onto my bed. Can you help me, sir?"
"Of course, Isabella," he said. "Turn around, please."
Bella slid off the silk robe, revealing most of the scandalous outfit. She held it to her front while she turned around. The corset was laced, but not tied. Edward pulled on the laces until the corset was pulled together. Carefully, he tied the laces into a pretty bow. It gently rested above Bella's ass. "Thank you, Master."
"Anything for you, my beauty," Edward replied, kissing her bare shoulder. "Meet me downstairs in fifteen minutes for dinner, okay?"
"With all due respect, sir, but are you cooking?" Bella asked, looking over her shoulder.
He slapped her ass, earning him a squeak and a coy smile. "Cheeky little pet," he snickered. "And, no. I'm not. Jasper made us dinner. It's in the kitchen, warming in the oven. I know your duties include cooking because I'm worthless in the kitchen, however, I refuse to let you cook on your birthday. Let me spoil you, my beauty."
"You've more than spoiled me, sir," Bella said softly. She turned around, looking up at me. "Thank you, Master."
He ran his fingers down her cheek and leaned forward, kissing her lips gently. "Anything for you, Isabella." She smiled against his mouth before walking back into her room.
In the kitchen, Edward pulled out the baked chicken, mashed potatoes, and green beans from the oven. He poured them both a glass of wine, a white blend called Conundrum. Normally, they wouldn't drink if they were playing, but one glass was needed for this celebration. While they ate dinner, Bella wore the silk robe. Edward did not want to see her complete outfit until they were about to leave. Over their meal, they talked about her day at the spa along with the plans for tonight. Edward didn't share much, but he promised her that her desires would be fulfilled.
When dinner was done, Bella went upstairs to finish getting ready while Edward did the dishes. Dishes were done and Edward sent a text to Jacob.
We're leaving in ten minutes. Are you ready? ~ E
Are you? ~ J
I'm ready to give my beauty her deepest, darkest desires … just nervous ~ E
Understandable. You haven't performed on the Heat stage. Just focus on your beauty, Edward. Focus on loving her. I'll meet you backstage. Have a shot. It'll calm your nerves ~ J
See you soon, Jake. Thank you for tonight ~ E
Anytime … for you or for Bella ~ J
He slid his phone into pocket and turned around when he heard the soft shuffle of Bella's heels on the hardwood floor. Gracefully, she sank to the floor on her knees. Her legs were splayed apart, and her arms were linked behind her back. Her outfit was sexual deviancy personified. Her breasts were pert, cupped by the corset. Her pink nipples stood at attention, eager for his fingers, his mouth. Sliding his eyes down her sensually inviting body, he smirked when he saw her swollen folds between her legs. Her crotchless panties did little to hide her arousal. "You are perfection, my beauty," he breathed. He picked up her collar from the kitchen counter. "Isabella, it is my intent to offer you my collar as a symbol of your submission to me. Are you willing to accept my collar?"
"It would be my greatest joy, Master," Bella intoned, her eyes closing as he slid the cool metal around her elegant neck.
"Isabella, with the placing of this collar around your neck and your acceptance of it, I vow to do everything I can to be worthy of you. This collar is a symbol of that which we already know; that you are mine, and by wearing it you will always be safe to be everything that you are," he murmured. He moved to stand in front of Bella. "Please stand, my pet." He offered her a hand. She rose easily. "You're exquisite, Isabella."
She blushed, biting her lip.
"A few things about tonight. While we are on the stage, I want you to be vocal. I want to hear your voice. I want you to explode with pleasure and do not hold back," Edward explained. "If you are uncomfortable, let me know by using your safe words. What are they, my beauty? You may speak."
"Green means that I'm okay and for you to continue. Yellow means to proceed with caution. Red means stop," Bella answered. "May I ask a question, sir?"
"Of course, Isabella," Edward replied.
"Will that rule also apply to Sir Jacob?" she asked.
"Yes, my pet," Edward nodded. "Now, he is a dominant, but he's not in charge of this exhibition. You will do what he asks, as you would with any dominant, but if you do not feel safe or comfortable, use your safe words."
"Thank you for your clarification, Master. I am so appreciative of your attention to detail in keeping me safe while giving me what wished for," she said.
"Thank you for your gift of submission to me, Isabella. I am honored to have you as my submissive," Edward breathed, leaning down, and brushing his lips over hers. "Let me get your coat. As much as I love seeing your gorgeous body …"
"Thank you, sir," she grinned. He kissed her once more and picked up a short black trench coat.
A/N: This is the calm before the storm ... up next will begin the perviness! There are no pictures for this story. Too explicit, to be honest. But, if you want to chat about the story or others that I've written, come to my group: Tufano79's Twilight Fanfiction Appreciation. I'm also on twitter, too: tufano79. Leave me some loving!
Also, my dear friend, Clo, who has been my banner maker and writing partner for years, has an amazing story called Trust and Obey. She doesn't post on Fanfiction, but she's on Stars (HeartForTwilight) and has her own blog. Check out her Domward ... it's so freaking good!