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BAG BOY

CHAPTER 12

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The foot of the bed dipped with his weight. I felt the sweet agony of his gentle kisses trailing up the inside of my thighs, the moist heat of his tongue right where I needed it. I loved his mouth on me, the way he opened me with his thumbs and feasted on me as if I were his last meal on earth . . . but this time, he left me on edge, panting, wanting, and begging.

He moved up my body like a swimmer fighting the tide, his legs extended along mine, arms pulling the rest of him over me as if I were his surfboard. He swirled his tongue in my navel, took my nipple between his teeth and gave a playful tug. I cried out, tried to twist away, but he had me pinned.

Rising onto his knees, he pulled off his shirt and tossed it away. His eyelids were heavy with desire, and the bulge behind his slacks left little to the imagination—even mine.

"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are like this, Bella?"

I answered with a heated blush from my neck to the tips of my ears.

He opened his belt, unzipped his slacks, and shoved them down his thighs along with his briefs, freeing his massive erection. Settling in front of my face, he lifted my head and pressed forward with his hips.

I opened my mouth and swept the precum from his tip. He let out a sexy grunt, gathered my hair into his fist, and pushed his cock into my mouth. I struggled at first, gagged at the intrusion, at the lack of control. "Relax," he whispered, easing out and back in. "I promise I won't hurt you."

Taking him at his word, I relaxed my throat and quelled my gag reflex, picking up Edward's rhythm. I followed his lead and was immediately rewarded by a colorful soundtrack of moans, groans, and other noises of pleasure, interspersed with his usual smattering of f-bombs. He seemed quite content to fuck my mouth for a long time without trying to get to the finish line. For someone his age, Edward's self-control was miraculous—yet another trait that set him apart from the others.

More likely, he'd pre-gamed this afternoon so he could last longer for me. I pictured him setting out his bondage equipment all over the room, then peeling off his clothes and lying down right here in the middle of this bed, jerking off while imagining all the naughty things he was planning to do to me. Now, that would have been a sight to see.

Edward pulled out with a loud pop and shot me an adorable grin. "That was fun, but my mouth is kinda bored."

He flipped around and arranged himself over me so his head was between my legs and his erection hung over my mouth like a donut on a string. This time, his nuzzling and teasing turned into genuine lapping and sucking. Edward was a quick study when it came to my pleasure, bless his talented mouth, and it didn't take him long to turn me into a puddle of happy goo.

As my wild spasms of bliss mellowed into bone-deep happiness, he lowered himself into my mouth and chased his own pleasure. The angle of attack wasn't ideal, and I could have made it more interesting for him if I'd had the use of my hands, but the aphrodisiac of doing whatever he wanted to me seemed to make up for all that.

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Afterwards, I snuggled in next to her, resting my head in the hollow of her shoulder, fingering the hardware on her garter belt. "You know, it's really hard to cuddle with a person who's tied up."

She chuckled. "There's a way to fix that."

Yeah, not biting. I craned my neck to meet her gaze. "So many condoms, so little time."

She let out a weary sigh, but I suspected she was secretly pleased I wasn't untying her. She didn't seem freaked out at being my captive. Of course, the scary part for Bella would come later, long after her bonds were released, after we put on our regular clothes and checked out of the Roosevelt . . . when she would have to figure out how to deal with the cub she'd surrendered to.

My stomach rumbled. Shit. Bella had to be starved. Knowing her, those two stuffed olives were the only solid food she'd put in her stomach all day.

I swept my fingertips across her flat belly. "Ready for dinner?"

"I'm guessing you are," she said with a knowing grin.

Twenty-one-year-old post-coital male, here. "Starved."

I hopped off the bed, flaunting my freedom just a wee bit obnoxiously. I returned to her side with the room service folio and hoisted the giant leather binder like a bedtime story. "Hmm, let's see what fine vegetarian offerings they have here . . . oh wait!" I turned to face her. "I have you tied up! I could force-feed you a big fat steak!"

"Veal chop! Veal chop!" she cried out, laughing.

"Oh, you want the veal chop? Why didn't you say so?" I grinned along with her. "Perfect! Oh, look! It comes with a fully loaded baked potato—you can get your daily dose of bacon and butter at the same time!—and triple fudge layer cake for dessert!"

I clapped the book shut, scooted to the edge of the bed, and picked up the phone to dial.

"Edward Cullen! Don't you dare!"

Poor Bella. It wasn't easy to strong-arm the guy who had you bound spread-eagle to his bed, but she really didn't need to. Looked like my cougar needed some reassurance.

Without turning to face her, I raised my left hand above my head and snapped the rubber band against my wrist. Yours.

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While we waited for our dinner, I propped up my iPad on the bed and played one of the more inspiring bondage videos I'd come across while doing my hardcore research. Turnabout was fair play; Bella's little dominatrix video still looped inside my head—not that I was complaining. Stretched alongside her bound body, I watched her responses carefully, swirling my tongue around a nipple now and then, skimming my hand up her inner thigh, touching her just enough to keep her good and horny.

When our meal arrived, I propped up her head with another pillow, sat beside her on the bed, and fed her salad out of my hand. She declined politely when I offered her fries and a bite of my burger. I ate enough to leave me satisfied but not lethargic. We had a long night ahead of us still.

"How about another slice of avocado?"

She glanced at my outstretched hand and shook her head.

I finished off the avocado myself and inserted my index finger between her lips. "That needs a lick, please." I thrust my finger in and out while she tongued it clean.

"Very thorough," I said, grinning as I examined my finger. "More water?"

"No, thanks," she said. "I'm stuffed."

I nailed her with a dirty leer. "Yes, you will be . . . very, very soon."

"Promises, promises," she said, then laughed nervously. My poor, vulnerable cougar.

I checked her hands and feet again for circulation; her cuffs were snug but not tight. Her muscles did not appear strained, but the last thing I wanted was for a nasty cramp to ruin our fun times.

"Out of the goodness of my heart, and because you've been a model prisoner, I am issuing a one-time offer to get up and use the bathroom—though I will have to cuff your hands."

Her eyes bugged out as I stated my conditions. "I'll pass."

"I'll take that to mean you're comfortable enough?"

She huffed. "Given my circumstances, yes."

"Excellent. In that case, I will be right back." I dropped a kiss on her belly button as I rose from the bed.

Time for a little tidying up. I wheeled the table with our leftover food over to the door, then took a few minutes in the bathroom myself, getting my head together and cleaning out the pipes. Because I planned to do a lot more kissing before the night was through, I brushed away my burger breath and washed both of our dinners off my hands.

Her eyes followed me as I emerged from the bathroom. I knew my cougar; not knowing what was going to happen had put her on high alert. The only way to get Bella to truly relax was to deprive her of the ability to watch what I was doing. Proving my point, she tracked me with her anxious gaze as I crouched by the bed and dipped my hand into the duffel bag I'd stowed out of sight earlier. Bella's eyes widened as she realized what I was holding. She gnawed on her lower lip as I stretched the padded blindfold over her head.

"Breathe," I whispered into her ear.

She gasped as her vision went dark. Her head tipped back toward the headboard, then forward. Mild panic set in. Yes, you really cannot see.

I cupped her cheek and stroked her with my thumb until she stopped moving. "I promise I'm not going to hurt you, Bella." I'd remind her twenty more times tonight if that's how many times she needed to hear it. "Do you trust me?"

It felt like ten minutes passed before she nodded. She pulled in a shaky breath and blew it out her mouth. "Try to relax."

I stayed close so she could feel me beside her while she adjusted to the sensation. I kissed her gently at first, then deeper, sliding my tongue across hers the way I knew she liked it.

It's me. I'm right here. I've got you.

I caressed her earlobes and trailed my fingertips down her neck. Her skin pebbled with goosebumps. She arched toward my touch. She sucked in a sharp breath as I pinched her nipples and held on an extra beat. I let go; she relaxed into the bed with a sigh. Yes.

I glided my palms down her abdomen and traced the edges of the sexy garter belt while she writhed beneath my fingers. Her pussy lips were pink and puffy with arousal. I danced my fingertips down her slit like soft rain falling on a meadow, and her hips lifted off the bed, seeking more.

I didn't need to hide my smile—and I did not.

Reaching into the duffel bag again, I located the remote control vibrator I'd been dying to try on her. With the small purple egg cupped in my palm, I ran my hand up her leg. Bella twitched at the contact and let out a soft moan as my hand reached her thigh. I ran a circuit all up and down her body, as slowly as I could make myself move. When I couldn't wait any longer, I turned on the vibrator and held it to her nipple. She twisted toward my hand, her breast quivering like a water balloon.

I pressed my mouth to her other breast and lapped at her nipple, then switched sides. When I pulled away, she heaved out a deep sigh. My hand traveled lower with the buzzing egg. I hooked my finger under her garter belt to push the fabric away from her belly button. She squirmed deliciously from side to side, unable to escape.

As the tiny buzzer approached her mound, she held perfectly still. I slowed to an agonizing pace.

"Remember when you made me deliver those batteries?"

Her mouth fell open. I clicked the vibrator off. Her lips twitched into a frown.

"Sorry, I couldn't hear your answer . . .?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"Hmm?"

"Yessss!"

That's right, baby. There's a new sheriff in town. "Good girl," I said, just as I switched the vibrator on again.

She drew in a sharp gasp as the egg trailed ever so slowly down her mound.

"You were one horny cougar that day, weren't you, luring your lover right to your door, wearing that sexy little robe and nothing underneath?"

She let out a mewl that could have passed for a yes. I let it slide.

"Weren't you an awful cocktease that day, spreading your legs wide open, just like this"—I ran my hand along the inside of her thigh—"and flashing that sweet, bare pussy in my face?"

Her breath hitched.

"That was a question, Bella."

"Hmm? Oh . . . yes, yes." Fuck me, she was so horny. I did this to her.

"Remember what you made me do to you with that vibrator?"

"Yes!" She answered quickly this time, pulling her lower lip between her teeth.

"It was something like this, if I remember correctly?" I slid the bullet over her clit.

She let out a sexy moan riddled with need. "Yesssss. God, yes."

"Would you like me to do that to you right now?"

"Yes! Yes, please, Edward."

I set the buzzing egg on her abdomen and drew it down her slit, then lifted it onto her belly again like a kid going down a sliding board and rushing to climb the ladder again.

"I bet that feels good, hmm?"

"Yes."

"As good as that day at your house when you had me on my knees, holding that vibrator between your legs?"

Jesus! I reached down to stroke my aching cock. Remembering how she'd teased me wasn't helping my restraint any.

"Mmm, yes! So good!" Her hips picked up the rhythm, and her moaning told me she was getting close.

"Do you remember how badly I wanted you that day, Bella?"

"Yes."

"But I wasn't allowed to get off that day, was I?" I clicked the power off. "That was a question."

"No." She waited for the vibe to turn on again, but I left it sitting there, useless, on top of her clit. She let out a squeak of frustration, her pretty mouth turned down into a pout.

"Do you want to guess what I'm doing right now, Bella?"

"Aside from driving me crazy?"

I had to chuckle, which only made her scowl harder. Poor Bella.

"Okay, yes, that. But what else?"

She let out a weary sigh. "If I were you, I'd be jerking off."

"Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding!"

"Lucky you," she said in a grumpy tone I'd never have dared use on her.

I crawled between her legs and kneeled up against her thighs. "Can you hear it, Bella? Can you hear my hands working my cock? This is what I was thinking about that day while I held that vibrator against your pussy. Watching your ass squirm all over that leather chair while the tension grew and grew . . ."

She wriggled against the sheets and thrust her hips toward the ceiling, but she had no way to produce friction.

"Pushing that vibrator against your wet pussy and feeling the hum deep in my balls but knowing I couldn't do a damn thing about it . . ."

She thrashed her head from side to side.

"Feels so good to be able to touch myself this time!" I'd reached the end of my rope. "Fuck, yeah!"

I tightened my grip and jacked myself like there was no tomorrow, spraying her tits with thick streams until I was empty. Sitting back on my heels, I surveyed the mess. "Oops," I said, chuckling. "Wasn't planning on doing that. Couldn't help myself. I'll be right back to clean you up."

"I'll be here."

Yes, you will.

I returned with a damp washcloth and dragged it all over her chest. "I have to tell you, Bella, that feels a billion times better than holding it in."

"I believe you," she said, her mouth turned up in a wry grin.

I tucked the egg under her garter belt—so close, yet so very far from where she wanted it.

She didn't dare complain. We both knew I owed her so many more hours of edging.

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The little shit! Leaving me on the edge like that . . . and oh, fuck! What was he doing to my foot?

Ohmygod, was that a feather? A soft quill brushed up my sole. I laughed because I couldn't help it, but I was not amused. At all. I wiggled my toes and tried to pull away, but that only encouraged him.

He added his fingers, scritching at the tender part of my sole, the sensation shooting straight to my groin. I jerked in my bonds and swore under my breath, but it was no use. He wouldn't let up, and I couldn't escape.

Crap. Why the hell hadn't I hard-limited this, again? The feather burrowed between my toes, sawing the tender skin and sending me into uncontrollable laughing spasms.

"I can't breathe! Stop! Ohmygod, stop!"

It stopped. I panted for breath.

His voice came from the foot of the bed. "Are you safe-wording, Bella?"

Was I? "I . . . I'm not sure."

"From where I'm standing, it looks like you are getting pretty turned on, so I'm going to go back to tickling you now unless I hear your safe word, which is . . .?"

Fuck. Did he have to be so calm and so right? "Veal chop."

He wrapped his hand around my foot, firmly enough not to tickle me. "It's okay to want this, Bella, and if it makes you feel better, I am as hard as the bedpost from watching you twist and writhe, knowing you can't escape. But if you need to stop me for real, please use our safe word. Okay?"

I erased the frown from my face. Suck it up or safe word, Bella. I knew he would have been disappointed if I safe worded, but he would respect my choice. What I wasn't going to do was be a whiny bitch after all I'd put him through. "Yes, I'm sorry."

He gave my foot a friendly shake. "Hey, no sorries. Ready for me to start again?"

A laugh rolled out of me. "I doubt it, but do what you've gotta do."

He started in again on my other foot. I hated it and I didn't hate it, and I wished I had peed when he gave me the chance. I wasn't sad when he put that damn feather down for good . . . until it resurfaced in my armpit a few seconds later. I was tragically ticklish under my arms.

Just when I thought I couldn't take another second, he pulled the feather off and ran his hands over my breasts and down my belly. The delicious tingle of his caress felt like heaven in contrast to the exhausting tension of all the tickling. "God, Bella, I am so turned on right now. I wish you could see how sexy you are all sprawled out and excited and so fucking gorgeous. I know we said no pictures—"

"Edward." He wouldn't. He promised. "Hard limit, remember?"

"Yes, yes, but hear me out. What if I use your phone? You'd be in total control of the photo after that. Delete it if you want, and it'll be like it never happened. I really want you to be able to see what I'm seeing right now."

This bondage experiment was a one-and-done deal; I couldn't imagine ever letting anyone else tie me up. I supposed it could be amusing to see what I looked like.

Using my phone was an intriguing suggestion. I trusted him now, but who knew how we'd feel about each other in a few weeks or a few years? A picture was forever. What would stop him from showing his friends or posting online if he stopped caring what I thought of him?

"You can take the picture on one condition," I said.

"Okay?" I could visualize the smile I heard in his voice.

"You also have to take a selfie—full frontal."

This time he laughed out loud. "A little insurance, huh? Sure, that seems fair."

His answer didn't surprise me. Edward was well aware how protective I'd been of his privacy all along, which is why I made him show me those post-manscaping dick pics in person on his phone instead of asking him to text them to me.

"Hey . . . you're still naked out there, right?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" I could hear the amusement in his voice.

"I don't know. For all I know, you've been walking around with your pants on since you blindfolded me."

He chuckled. "You want proof? Here." He climbed on the bed and straddled my waist. Holding my boobs together, he thrust his erection between them. "How's that? We good?"

"Perfect."

"Yes, you are." He surprised me with a kiss. "Now that we've got that settled, I'm going to get your phone. Here. Enjoy yourself while I'm gone . . ." He plucked the vibrator egg out of my garter belt, set it over my clit, and turned it on at a low hum. My whole body let out a sigh.

Relaxation quickly gave way to arousal as the tension ramped up once again. By the time he returned, I was building toward release again.

"This is going to make one hell of a picture," he said with a chuckle. "Quick, what's your password?"

"Ten-thirty-one."

"Halloween?"

"Divorce date."

"Okay, enough said. Sweet, I'm in. Ready, Bella?"

Now, there was a question. From the moment I met Edward, he'd surprised me at every turn. If I were honest, I'd have to admit he'd been in control long before he tied me to this bed. No, I wasn't ready for any of it . . . and I might never have been happier.

"Go for it," I said, trying to keep my voice casual while the epiphany hit me over the head.

"All right. Let's kick this up a notch." The vibrator revved faster and stronger against my clit, but he didn't stop there.

I felt the bed roll with his weight as he climbed up and knelt between my legs. He slipped two fingers inside me and started thrusting. I let out a grunt each time his palm slammed against me.

"Feels so good." I prayed he wouldn't stop. I needed this.

His fingers slid out, and I groaned in frustration.

"Sorry, Bella." He popped up onto his feet, wobbling the bed as he found his balance. "Yes, this is the shot!" I could feel his presence towering over me. "Say cheese!"

I felt the sole of his foot close over the vibrating egg, forcing it against my clit. Pleasure surged through me; my orgasm was a roller coaster tipping over the crest and plummeting straight for the ground. My clit bucked with wild spasms, leaving me giddy and light-headed and panting for oxygen.

He knocked the vibrator away with his foot, and I heard the click of the camera. "Wow, that's spectacular. You're going to thank me for this. I'm not kidding."

"Thank you for that, Edward. I'm not kidding." My mouth was set in a dumb grin, maybe permanently.

"You are welcome. And now, for my part of the bargain . . . the 'before' picture." I heard the click and felt him jump off the bed. I started at the hand wrapped around my ankle. "I'm going to uncuff your feet now, but don't get any ideas. You're not going anywhere until I finish having my way with you."

Even if my legs didn't feel like two wet noodles, I was too blissed out to think about moving. What I wanted more than anything was to feel his body pressed to mine.

He released my feet and lifted my legs into the air. The stretch felt good and so did the kisses he feathered up the inside of my thighs as he settled in between them. I heard the telltale sound of the condom packet tearing open, and then he was inside me. I heard and felt the rhythmic slapping of his skin against mine. I tuned my ears to the pace of his breathing and the soft grunts that sped up with each thrust. I felt a whoosh as he dropped forward onto his elbows at my sides, finally giving me the skin-to-skin contact I'd been craving.

"I need to see your eyes," he said, pushing the blindfold onto my forehead.

My eyes blinked open, adjusting to the light and the sight of him. There he was, my beautiful cub, the same young man I'd last set my eyes on less than an hour ago, and yet, I was gazing into the eyes of a completely different person—or rather, a man I hadn't seen clearly until he'd taken away my sight. Here was the man who'd held me captive only to treat my body and my emotions with the utmost care, only to satisfy my desires before taking care of his own, only to gaze down at me now with so much want in his eyes, it hurt. Only to delay his own orgasm until he could look into my eyes and know that I could see everything he wasn't saying.

He pressed a kiss to my lips, tender but urgent, just before his eyes pinched closed. Sucking in a sharp breath, he thrust deep inside me. His orgasm hit with hard, erratic strokes; the headboard bang-bang-banged against the wall behind me, and the aftershocks rattled the bed.

His body sagged onto mine, sweaty and spent. His head dropped into the crook of my neck, his soft grunts fading into slowing puffs of air against the shell of my ear. His arms slipped beneath mine in a half-embrace I desperately wanted to return.

I looped my heels around his back and squeezed him close. I wanted so badly to share my epiphany with him, but all that came out when I tried to speak was a raspy, "Hey."

He slowly turned his head along my shoulder as if moving required heroic effort. "Hey," he said, gifting me with a euphoric smile. My heart. "That was kind of amazing."

"Mmhmm." Chicken shit.

"I suppose you want me to let you go now?"

"Well, it is kind of hard to cuddle when one person is tied up."

He cocked a brow, amused now. "You want to cuddle?"

"More than anything."


A/N: Well, whaddayaknow? Looks like Bella's cub turned her into a CUDDLER! What's gonna happen when he uncuffs her, hmm?

Love you guys and your responses to these two! And as always, big tickle-smooches to chayasara for making all the words work better! MWAH!
XOXO ~BOH