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As always, a shout out to the Fab Five (sherriola, Katmom, TwiloverSue, Sammi & NKubie) for their support and help - and beachcomberlc and Ocassye for all their beta and pre-reading power! In addition, Purradox for her expertise and keeping me in line. These women have supported me in ways I can't even explain – specifically - encouraging me to continue when I've doubted my writing skills and ability to tell a story!
Sorry for the week delay, all I can say for an excuse is "Life." I should be back to the weekly postings now. I've included a short section of the ending of the last chapter to just remind you of where we left off.
~Honor~
Smoothing her pinkie across the slick gel-like substance in the jar, she brought it to her nose, rubbing at the skin above her upper lip. Edward's essence filled her, sinking into her pores and making her head swim. Eyes slanted in desire, Bella grabbed for his shirt, pulling him toward her.
"Bella?" he questioned as she kissed the corner of his mouth.
"I really want to touch you. Now. Not later. I need to do this."
"Touch me?" His voice was a croak.
She nodded, their cheeks brushing against each other as she did.
"Can we go to your apartment?" she asked, her breath rushing across his earlobe as she did.
She felt him shudder against her. "Of course."
Standing, she held her hand out to him, smiling when he didn't hesitate to link their fingers and follow.
~Honor~
Bella led Edward to his bed and backed him against it so that he sat, legs open wide. Slowly, she moved to stand between his outstretched limbs.
His green eyes turning dark, Edward waited for her first move and sighed into the kiss she gave him. It was odd to smell his cologne so heavily. It wasn't overwhelming, but a momentary distraction from the taste of her lips. When her fingers threaded through his hair, pulling at the strands, he groaned.
Her touch electrified him, whether it was a simple kiss or a hair-pulling fucking of their mouths. This was somewhere in between, and he savored her touch as she explored him. Grinning when she nipped the corner of his lips, he couldn't control the shudder of pleasure that rocked him.
"The bag with the restraints is in the closet," he said softly as she rubbed her cheek along his.
"Okay."
Edward adjusted his dick through the denim of his jeans while she retrieved their playthings. He couldn't remember being so turned on, even when he was fourteen and Emmett had snuck him the first Playboy to jack off with. To be so controlled by another's whims would have likely scared many people, but Edward shifted calmly against the soft cushioning of his mattress. The mere slip of a woman approaching him held his future in her hands . . . and he was frankly okay with that.
Bella placed the black exercise bag down beside him, placing the container of cologne infused gel on top.
"I owe Brian big time. You'll have to tell me how I can properly thank him."
Edward grinned at her. "I think you smiling at him was enough, unless you know some really great, shy, geeky girl needing to find her true love."
Bella grinned at Edward's statement, twisting her lips with a "Hmm… I'll work on that. But right now, I'd prefer to focus on you."
Edward's chest swelled with the breath he took, and he gasped as he felt Bella's fingertips tickling around the hem of his shirt against his clenching stomach muscles.
"Off," she muttered, pulling the fabric up and Edward shifted with her, making it easier for her to peel the cotton away from him. The discarded shirt fluttered over Bella's shoulder with a precise flick of her wrist.
She purred as she pressed her palm to his chest, dragging her fingertips through the fine hair she followed down across his stomach. His dick jumped in anticipation. But true to form, she decided to torture him a little more. She leaned over, placing her lips over the place where his heart pounded against his chest.
"You are so beautiful," she murmured against his skin, causing a bark of laughter to jolt from him.
"You know, a man could feel insulted by those words."
She hummed against his nipple, causing him to shake and his hands to clench into the bed covers. "No, you'll take them exactly as I mean them; a compliment. Because you fucking turn me on, and that is the most beautiful thing in the world," she whispered against him before she licked his nipple and took the tight nub in her mouth.
Edward gave a short shout at her movement, arching so that he pressed against her. She bit him slightly before letting go, and his chest heaved in response.
"What do you need me to do?" he asked as her eyes moved over his face.
Reaching up to pull at his hair again, Bella leaned her forehead against his. "I'm going to lay the cuffs out. When I do, I want you to strip and then bind your feet and one arm. Leave the other unbound."
Edward shivered at the command, nodding solemnly.
He remained still as she attached the four restraints they'd previously used, laying them innocently against his cover before she grabbed the small white container. "I'm going to go stand by the door."
Bella moved slowly away, and Edward almost asked if she needed him to go get her cane, but didn't.
He waited until Bella leaned against the door frame to begin untying his tennis shoes and taking off his socks. Standing, he used his foot to slide them under the bed. The only thing remaining was his jeans and boxers. She'd said strip. She'd said she wanted to touch him. But she hadn't said he should be naked, so Edward watched her expression as he undid the button at the top of his jeans and slowly slid the denim off his raging erection and down his legs. With a grace he didn't know he had, he managed to remove his pants in a slow strip tease.
That Bella's lips parted and her breaths came into short pants as she watched was a victory for him. It soothed his nervousness.
She'd admired his sleek muscles the last time they'd been in Edward's bedroom, but to watch them move and stretch under his lightly golden skin was a beautiful dance. An erotic one.
She raised her eyebrow when he left his boxers and had to stifle a groan when his eyes widened at her reprimand. She saw his cock twitch under the material as Edward's gut sucked in. A hurricane couldn't have torn her eyes away as she watched him hook his thumbs under the waistband and slowly lower the fabric to the ground. He stepped out and kicked the material under the bed, but Bella only viewed his actions on the periphery of her sight. Her eyes were glued to his hard cock, which stood out against the toned muscles of his abdomen. Fingers of fear feathered at her nape, but she shifted slightly as if to brush the unwelcomed feeling away.
He was fucking perfect and absolutely as different from the men who'd abused her as night from day – well, except for the having a penis thing. She noted Edward's pale skin in contrast to the demons who had abused her and the soft scattering of his hair as it led in a path from his chest to his cock. Jerking her eyes to his, she saw the most important difference.
Love.
His green eyes blazed with desire and want, but the package of the man, including his dick, radiated serenity. He was up, literally, for whatever she needed, and he would wait for however long it took.
Power fed her at the realization, making her fingertips ache to touch him, her nipples to pebble, and her sex to clench. Sex . . . suddenly, using that innocuous word felt as if the men still had some power over her.
"Edward, what do you like to call a woman's vagina when you are having sex?"
Her question startled him as much as her, and she shivered in lust when his eyes dropped briefly to her crotch before jumping back to meet her gaze.
"Pussy." He appeared to blush and missed her slight jump as he did so.
She appreciated he was so bluntly honest, and the struggle to hear the word wasn't as hard as she'd thought it would be. "Say it again."
Lust radiated off him, brushing over her in waves. "Pussy."
The feeling was so different from the humiliation she'd suffered from those men that it felt as if flames burned away the impurities left by the months of torture.
"Again."
"Pussy." His voice had deepened, causing the fine hairs on her arms to stand up and goosebumps to form across her skin. He licked his lips, eyes venturing to where her nipples strained toward him, wanting to feel his touch.
How she wanted that. Maybe, just maybe she'd find the strength to bare her chest to him once he was bound.
"Bind yourself," she said softly, but the two words shot through the room like a gunshot.
She watched his Adam's apple bob before he sat again, scooting backwards to grab the first leather strap. Watching him twist and turn to lace the black material around his ankle and then as he laid back to strap his one arm was better than any strip show she'd ever attended. Edward was much more handsome, real, and warm than the strippers who had worked for her dollars during the few times she'd gone with girlfriends. And more importantly, she could touch.
And touch she planned to do.
Grinning as she watched him close his eyes and swallow hard, she soon became riveted by the drops of moisture she spied on the head of his cock.
She giggled when Edward groaned as she unscrewed the top of Brian's mojo cream. Her moan of pleasure at the smell of Edward joined his sounds. A dab across her nose filled her with him, and gave her braveness wings
There was no hesitation as she stood beside the bed and slowly removed her clothing except the dark blue push up bra and boy shorts she'd donned earlier in the day.
"Fuck." Edward twisted against the bindings, his free hand reaching for the strap that remained loose on the bed.
Bella watched in fascination as he wrapped the material around his wrist several times and clenched his fingers around it. The knowledge he could quickly unwrap his makeshift tie sent shivers up her spine.
Bound, but not.
She felt the heat of his stare as she slowly crawled onto the bed and moved to kneel between his outstretch legs. His cock stood proudly between them, weeping.
Bella leaned forward, dragging her nose alongside his knee. While he gasped and she heard the creak of the leather as he jolted in response to her caress, she took a deep breath, waiting for the smell of him to send her into a panic.
Nothing. Nothing but pure Edward as her senses took in a deep draught of his cologne.
Smiling against his skin in victory, she moved slowly up, letting her long hair drag over his skin. Fascinated at the sound he was making, she suckled at his inner thigh for a time, lapping and nibbling as the mood struck. She felt him trembling against her, but he hadn't moved, restraining his movement with Herculean strength.
"I'm going to touch you now," she murmured against a particularly harsh bite she'd given him.
He said several inventive curses, particularly filthy ones.
Unsure how long her hip could handle the position, she pushed up to a kneel, her knees resting against his swollen and lifted balls. Jiggling slightly, as if she was settling in place, she watched him bite his lip in reaction.
"Did that feel good?" she asked and laughed when he growled at her.
"Fucking fantastic. Do it just a few more times, and you won't have to do any more touching," he threatened.
She saw the blood throbbing through his cock, the vessels standing out in harsh relief against his skin.
"Bella . . ." his voice was soft, despite the harshness of it.
"Yes."
"Baby, I really want to touch you soon. While being the recipient of all this is mind blowing –" His rant cut off because Bella had decided to trace the tight skin of his balls, running over the ridges with her fingernails before she cupped them.
A needy sound she couldn't even name escaped him, and Edward threw his head back against the bed, his throat arched in abandon. He yelled her name when her fingers wrapped around him, squeezing his base.
His skin was so soft, but what was underneath was pure steel. Bella felt him swell even more at her touch. The realization she wanted to give him a blow job tore at her. Too soon, she knew for that, but a hand job to test Brian's magic was definitely an option. Smoothing her hand up to twist over his head and then back down, she smirked as a sweat broke out over his skin. She felt the tensing of his hips as he remained perfectly still.
Whether he knew it or not, he seemed to draw pleasure from being bound to her desires. To test her theory, she arched her eyebrow at him and said, "Do not move. I didn't give you permission."
Pre-cum coated her hands as it leaked down from him.
It was a reaction to her he couldn't control and one that fed her. He drew short pants of breath, and his eyes narrowed in lust. More importantly, he clenched the leather so hard that she heard it, heard the twisting of the strong material against his headboard as he pulled on the straps. She watched him closely as she stroked him again, her . . . pussy . . . clenching as moisture escaped her. She couldn't have controlled it if she tried, because desire bloomed fresh and deep within her. Her reaction was as instinctual as his, and that thrilled her even more.
This was a normal reaction to wanting someone.
A normal reaction!
Shivering with power, Bella brushed her fingertip over his head, biting her lip as he moaned.
"Bella, please. I need to move."
She smirked at him. "Fuck my hand," she directed.
And he did. Planting his feet against the mattress, he surged into the tight glove she made. Palming his balls, Bella tugged slightly, and Edward shouted in pleasure.
"Fuck baby, yeah." He jerked. "Bella, you okay?" he growled when she tightened her hand.
"Yes! Perfectly fine." Her answer was but a breath, but it was probably the most important thing she'd said all night.
She was.
Perfectly fine.
Brian's mojo kept the smell from sending her into a dark place, and the control she had over Edward was far from what she'd experience in that hellish hole. Edward fucking her hand, the sounds he made deep within his chest as he did so, his occasional glance to her, checking on her even amidst his pleasure, was a sensual experience.
"I want you to come, Edward."
He mouthed her name, his eyes tortured.
"Now."
A harsh cry precipitated the ribbons of white that shot from him, covering her hand and his stomach. A few more pushes against her and his back fell to the bed.
"Fuck, I've never come that quickly," he muttered. "I've wanted you for so long that to feel you against me . . ." he shuddered.
Running her fingers through the cum on his stomach, Bella was lost in the moment. For so long, the presence of semen had been associated with terror and pain. But being able to experience this with Edward reminded her of just how fun sex had been before. It was all good to have hard-core, down and dirty sex at times, but Bella enjoyed the fun give and take of teasing one another, as well. To get there, she was going to have to let Edward touch her.
Moving, she ignored the wet of his stomach and straddled him. Edward hissed as she lowered on top of his softened cock.
"Baby, you stay there, and I'm going to get hard again." His face was almost comical in how sexually sated he looked. Zenned out, Jake would say.
"Okay," she giggled, unable to conceive he'd recover so fast.
A big smile tore across his face. "Okay?"
"Yup," she popped the p just like Jake did.
"I want to taste you."
Bella's gasp filled the space around them.
"Taste me?"
"Yes. I want to taste your pussy, Bella." His look was hesitant before he said roughly, "I want you to feel me there, remember my lips against you as you orgasm. When you touch yourself, I want you to crave me instead."
Would it be that simple? The men had never defiled her in that manner, and it had been years since she'd felt a lover's caress against her there.
It was definitely intriguing, but Bella wanted to enjoy the moment. While hearing Edward moan her name and pant had turned her on, feeling him come in her hand had brought an incredible rush of power and she was strangely satisfied without having an orgasm herself. Her body hummed with pleasure just from the victory of the experience.
"Next time."
His face twisted, but he settled under her fingertips.
Holding up her wet hand, she murmured. "This was big for me. Let me bask in the awesomeness of an Edward Cullen orgasm."
He snickered. "Nothing special here, just a man incredibly turned on by his woman."
"His woman, huh?"
"Yup." He mimicked the way she'd said the word.
Satisfaction burned through her, swirling around her heart and warming it. The emotion burned brightly, banishing any negativity that attempted to approach. "I like the sound of that."
"Me too. Are you sure I can't convince you to keep me tied up and continue using me as your sex slave?"
She snickered, joy making her feel light-headed. His voice was so sincere, and the teasing was almost as good as sex.
"I promise, next time. I'll even let you have me first," she responded, patting his chest softly as he emitted a needy whine.
Later, as Edward fed her popcorn and the movie played in the background, Bella thought of something she'd been meaning to ask.
"Edward, Jamie never told me if he had a serious relationship. I can't imagine he went his whole life without someone special, considering how popular he was with the ladies."
Edward's hand faltered, and he put down his drink.
"Yeah, he did."
"What happened?"
He picked up the remote, turning down the movie so he could focus on her. "Jamie met Victoria before he went to the Academy." He looked down at his hands. "We all loved her, and she seemed to be a grounding presence for him. At the end of his junior year at the Academy, she found out she had brain cancer. She'd been having headaches for a while, but didn't go to the doctor because she thought it was allergies. Unfortunately, by the time they determined what was wrong, it had spread."
Bella clutched at her chest, feeling her heart breaking.
When Edward looked at Bella, there were tears in his eyes. "To make matters worse, they found out she was pregnant. Early pregnant. She didn't want to live the last of her days sick from the medicine, nor did she want to have an abortion, which would have allowed the chemotherapy if she'd wanted it. So after conferring with his officers, she and Jamie took off on a road trip from Colorado Springs through Colorado into Montana."
Edward took her hands in his. "He told us she died in his arms one morning as the sun rose over the mountains. At her funeral, Jamie overheard a man talking about them. The man said something along the lines of how horrible it was he'd, meaning Jamie, lost so much. Bella, Jamie laughed at the man, telling him he had it all wrong."
"I shared the most glorious sunrise with the love of my life and my child. In that moment, there was no one else, no distractions; no other things to focus on other than that perfect moment in time. Can you tell me you've shared such a moment with those you love, or have you spent your time focusing on what was lost?" Jamie's blue eyes shone with tears.
"I will always remember how the sun highlighted the red in her hair, how the morning breeze ruffled her curls, how the steam rose off the coffee I held as we waited. Nothing will ever replace that moment."
"When I envision Jamie, I think of him and Victoria that way, watching the sunrise, waiting for the moment we'll join them." Edward squeezed her hand, pulling her into his side and wrapping his arm around her. "And I never forget to take joy in the moment, no matter how simple."
~Honor~
AN: Hope you enjoyed. Next up, a day with Jude and Henri.
