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BAG BOY

CHAPTER 6

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"Young man, you just put the laundry soap on top of my bread!"

"Shit—shoot, sorry," I mumbled, pulling out the loaf of Wonder bread I'd squashed beyond recognition.

Tanya glanced up from the belt to help the customer berate me. "What's wrong with you, Cullen? Even you aren't that much of a bonehead."

"Sorry," I repeated. "I'll go get you another loaf." As I jogged away toward the bread aisle, Tanya nailed me with her hard glare, as if I'd purposely broken the cardinal rule of grocery packing just to have an excuse to get away from her. Actually, it wasn't the worst idea.

I knew exactly what was wrong with me. My odd conversation with Bella had left me with the unsettling sensation that I'd inadvertently agreed to something that was going to make the next several days of my life extremely unpleasant.

My phone buzzed, and I knew it was Bella even before I read the text: Call me as soon as you get into your car.

Whatever promise she'd extracted from me, I would find out soon enough.

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My phone rang at 4:03. I answered on the first ring. I didn't want to give him a lot of time to think. "Hello, Edward."

"Hi."

"Have you started your car yet?"

"No. Should I?" Damn, I love that he asked permission to start his car.

"No, not until we're done talking."

"Okay."

"I wanted to make sure we spoke before you had a chance to do something you might regret."

"Uh . . . I'm sorry, I don't follow." His voice had an uneven crackle to it that told me he'd followed better than he was letting on. I hoped he would drop the pretense quickly. Honesty was one of his best qualities, and I didn't want him to tarnish my image of him.

"Four days from now is Wednesday, which as luck happens to have it, is your day off." I wish I could have taken credit for that happy coincidence, but that was just the universe shaking its pom-poms. "I want you at my house at one o'clock."

I pictured him sitting in his car, taking a large gulp of air, maybe wiping his sweaty palm on his khakis, switching the phone into the dry hand, and repeating on the other side.

"Uh, is that when you want me to do the, uh, TLC?"

"Oh no, quite the opposite. I'll be the one administering the TLC—that is, if you've been a good cub and upheld your end of the deal—though technically, four days' time ends at 2:48, and you won't be allowed to come before then, no matter how much you beg." I know it's fucked up, but I love it when they beg.

If he'd objected just then, I wouldn't have pushed him. I might've negotiated easier terms, but he would've come down a notch in my estimation.

Edward didn't speak, but his breathing quickened. The reality would be sinking in about now: Yes, you made that deal, and yes, I am going to make it so hard for you, but you are going to rise to the occasion.

"Can I get a verbal acknowledgment that we understand each other, Edward?"

He'd be tipping his head back right now, pinching his eyes closed and wondering if the promised reward would be worth all the torture. He'd be cussing up a storm inside his head, and then, hopefully, he would take a deep breath, step outside his comfort zone, and say yes.

Come on, cub. Do this for me.

"Yes," he said, all serious. "I understand."

Jackpot.

"Are you hard right now?"

"What?" I waited for him to come to grips with the fact that we were going to discuss this—and we were going to do so often over the next four days. He cleared his voice. "Yes."

"Hard enough that I could see it if I were looking through the window of your car door right now?"

I heard his breath catch; that would be him, shifting suddenly to make sure I wasn't actually staring through his car window, which would have been creepy, even for me. I heard his exhale of relief.

"Edward?"

"Hmm? Oh, sorry." I pictured him looking down at his lap. "Yes."

"Rub it. Put the phone right there so I can hear your hand moving over the fabric."

The phone filled with the appropriate sounds. I squeezed my thighs together and pictured him sitting in his car, touching himself, both of us knowing he wouldn't be allowed to finish.

"That's enough for now. Put the phone to your ear again."

"Hi," he said, shyly this time.

"What time will you be going to bed tonight?" I asked.

"Around midnight, I guess."

"Call me at eleven thirty."

"Okay."

"Drive safe, Edward."

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The phone rang, right on time. "Hello, Edward."

"Hi."

"Are you in bed?"

"Sort of. I'm sitting on top."

"What are you wearing?"

"Just my boxers," he said.

"Take them off."

"Done," he answered not three seconds later.

"Push the covers away and lie down on your back," I said.

"All set."

"Are you hard, Edward?"

He laughed softly. "You already asked me that."

"I asked you that seven hours ago."

"Yep. Yes. Still." Awww, poor baby. Also, fuck me, that's hot.

"Well done, cub," I said, because hell, the kid deserved a shit-ton of credit for getting through his evening like that, living with the folks and all. "I want you to set the phone on your pillow right next to your ear, and clasp your hands behind your head."

"Okay," he said, his voice notably huskier.

"I'm standing in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom and untying my robe. Would you like to know what I have on under my robe, Edward?"

"Mmhmm."

"Nothing."

He muttered, "Fuck me" so softly, I wasn't sure I'd heard him right.

"I'm watching my hand caress my naked breasts, pretending it's your hand playing with my nipples. Mmm, they like to be pinched." I laid it on thick with the porn star moaning, but it didn't take much acting on my part. "Can you picture me rolling my nipples between my fingertips?"

"Yes," he whispered.

"You are making me so wet, Edward, just knowing you're there, listening. Is that pretty cock of yours leaking for me?"

He whimpered. I took that as a yes.

"Good, good cub. Mmm. My hand is skimming down my belly. I'm all smooth down there. I had a wax this morning. My pussy lips are so soft . . . and so wet. Oh, it feels so good when I slide my fingers over my clit."

I moved my phone so he could hear my fingers slip between my lips. "These are your fingers in my wet pussy . . . do you want to touch my pussy, Edward?"

"Yes!"

He was losing control, but so was I. I pushed my clit around, picturing Edward writhing on his back, his erection straining for friction it wasn't going to find tonight.

"Would you like to put your tongue inside me?"

"God, yes," he said with an obscene groan that raised goosebumps all over my body.

"Such a good fucking cub! I'm gonna come . . . oh, Edward!"

What started as play-acting and exaggeration became real, spurring my orgasm to the next level. The heavy breathing became moans and squeaks and blissful release, and I made sure he heard it all.

When the last aftershock rattled through me, I let out a shaky sigh. "Good night, cub. Sleep well."

"Bella, wait!"

"Hmm?"

"What if I, uh, without touching myself or anything . . . you know, it just happens sometimes, when I'm really worked up."

"Hmm, if you stay on your back and you don't touch yourself, I won't count it against you."

"Okay," he said, sounding much relieved. "Good night, Bella."

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My favorite delivery boy arrived the next day with my single-item order: a two-pack of C batteries. I greeted him wearing the robe he didn't get to see last night—my shortest, light blue, silk kimono with nothing underneath—and a pair of heeled slippers I saved for special occasions.

"Come in," I said with a smile. "Would you care to put those away for me?" I waggled my trusty silver bullet vibrator in the air, and he shook his head and laughed.

"Sure."

"Can I get you a soft drink while you do the installation?"

"Water would be great," he said, following me to the kitchen island. He unscrewed the cap and dumped the old batteries onto the counter.

I set the glass of ice water on the counter for him. He put the new batteries into the vibe and gave it a test whir. "Good as new," he said, handing it to me with a smile. He picked up the water and drank most of it down.

"Well done, as usual," I said, leaning across the counter to ruffle his hair. "Tell me, cub, have you been a good boy?"

He lifted his head and locked his gaze onto mine. "Very good." I believed him.

"Did you have a rough night?"

"Wasn't too bad once I got to sleep," he said. "And I did have quite the dream." His gaze drifted from mine, and his cheeks turned a lovely shade of pink.

"Oh! Care to share with the class?" I suspected he wouldn't but wanted to offer him the option just in case.

He shook his head a little, and a shy smile dropped out like a pine cone falling from a tree. "No, thank you."

"Well then, I thank you for the delivery and the expert installation." I slid the money for the batteries across the counter, including a $20 tip. "I guess I'm all set . . . unless you wanted to make sure everything works okay?"

I untied the belt and my robe fell open. His eyes doubled in size as they blinked their way up and down my body.

"I should probably stay," he said. "Quality control is very important." He almost said it with a straight face, but a smirk crept up the corners of his mouth.

"I hope your employer appreciates how dedicated you are to the job," I told him as I lifted the robe off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor behind me. "I thought I'd try it out over there, on my favorite chair?"

He nodded though I wasn't sure he was responding to my words. His mouth flattened into a crooked line, and he smacked his dry lips together before finishing off his water.

I took him by the hand and intertwined our fingers and arms. His shirt brushed my bare skin, setting off a shockwave I hadn't expected. I wasn't used to this dynamic. Normally, I was the one fully dressed in scene, and it was my cub stripped naked. I loved the heady rush of power of the Clothed-Female Naked-Male fetish, the delicious vulnerability of my naked victims.

But there was something thrilling about having the tables turned—standing so close to Edward without any clothes on while he was still dressed for work, tie and all. I felt exposed but powerful at the same time.

I released his hand and sank into my favorite armchair. The cool leather had a raw, erotic feel against my skin, and I shivered as my bare ass met the seat.

"Would you care to do the honors?" I offered the vibrator, and his mouth lifted into a huge, happy grin as he took it from me.

"So I'm allowed to touch you?"

"No, the vibrator is allowed to touch me, and you're allowed to hold the vibrator."

His smile faded a little. "Okay."

"Hey," I said, curling my fingers around his free hand, "it's for your own good. You know you have three more days of celibacy."

He blew out a big ol' breath. "Yeah, that's true." He reflected on the situation for a few long moments as if he were taking an exam, then sank to his knees at the floor between my feet. Fuck, he looked good there. "Is it okay if I touch your legs?"

"As long as you don't go any higher than right here." I gave him halfway up the thigh to work with.

He nodded. "Ready?"

I sat back in the chair and closed my eyes. I'd been ready since I woke up this morning. "Go for it."

He clicked through the settings—low, medium, burn-the-house down—then shut it off. "Bella?"

I popped open one eye. "Hmm?"

"How do you like it? I want to make you feel good."

He was so damn sweet, I almost reconsidered my no-touch rule. "Keep it light. Especially with fresh batteries." I shot him a wink, and he grinned.

"Got it. Okay, sit back and relax, as they say." He gave me a crooked smile, and I ran my fingers through his crazy hair.

He minded the boundaries—to a fault, his hand never reaching much past my knee. It was odd leaving the pressure up to someone else. My vibrator was not something I normally shared.

He took me at my word and barely touched me at first, so I pressed my hips toward the friction and gave him the porn-star version, which again, didn't take much acting on my part.

It took me all of, I'd say, four minutes before he had me hitting the high notes. Squeezing my eyes shut, I rode out my orgasm like a rodeo star.

When I opened my eyes again, I expected to be met with a smug grin on his face, but that's not what I found at all. He was watching with fascination as the last spasms of pleasure jerked out of me. I grasped his wrist and gently pulled the vibrator away from my body and switched it off.

"Oh, sorry," he mumbled. "Too much?"

"No. You were perfect." A shiver rippled through me as I realized exactly how true those words were.

It was then his smile broke loose, and his delight was more than I could ignore. I reached for his shoulders and pulled him toward my lips. He took the hint and rose to his feet while I kissed him, pulling him on top of me in the chair. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and relished the feel of his weight covering every inch of me. His erection pressed into my belly, hard and wanting. He let out a needy moan.

Christ, he was a good kisser, but this was crueler than I'd meant it to be. I broke off our kiss with a sweep of my tongue. His breaths came out in hard pants until he got it under control, and I loosened my grip so he could climb off me.

His dick was pushed against his fly like a flagpole when he stood up. He ran his fingers through his hair and straightened his tie. I wanted to jump him.

"Maybe you should go?" I said.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and nodded. I questioned my sanity as he turned to go.

"Edward?"

He turned back. "Hmm?"

"You okay to drive?"

He humphed. "Been doing it for twenty-four hours."

I smiled. "Only seventy-eight more to go."

"Seventy-seven," he said, then added, "but who's counting?"

It wasn't easy staying put in my chair. "I love that you're doing this for me."

We stared into each other's eyes for what felt like minutes before he nodded. "I guess I'll talk to you soon?"

My heart hurt a little bit when he left.

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At 11 that night, she sent me a text: Thank you for my delivery today. Sweet dreams, cub.

I guess that meant she wasn't going to torture me further with a phone call tonight. Part of me (my dick, to be exact) was relieved, but another part of me (the sick part, apparently) was disappointed.

Bella was a dangerous lady, no doubt about that, but I liked her doing her crazy shit to me. For a college dropout working a minimum wage job, being Bella Swan's sex slave wasn't a bad gig. If the lady needed someone to hold her vibrator, I was all the hell in. I got off on her twisted games as much as she did—or at least I would, in three more days. Right now, not so much.

It wasn't the world's biggest accomplishment not busting a nut, but it felt like something. And I could tell she loved that I was doing it. For her.

I stripped off my boxers and stretched out on top of my bed, just the way she wanted me last night. I sent my message—Good night, Bella—clasped my hands behind my head, closed my eyes, and dreamed of her.


A/N: Ain't he sweet? Sigh... what a good, good cub. And what an evil, evil cougar!

Mwah to chayasara for those magical eyeballs!

~BOH