Story Title: Poles Apart

Summary: A raunchy stage show at a private bachelor party leads the way to more and a kinky stripper meets her match.

Disclaimer: The author does not own any publicly recognizable characters herein. No copyright infringement is intended.


Love to Love You Baby - Donna Summer

I'm on Fire - Bruce Springsteen

You're Making Me High - Toni Braxton

Naughty Girl - Beyoncé

Wicked Game - Chris Isaak

Bloodstream - Ed Sheeran

Want to Want Me - Jason DeRulo

Bella

Most of the time, the girls here strictly danced, only stripping as far as we wanted, but occasionally—like today—we agreed to a private party where almost anything goes. What started out as a way to earn money for college had turned into a job I actually liked. The Crimson Orchid, a club in Las Vegas, had become my home away from home, the other dancers and the bar staff becoming my friends.

My divorced parents hadn't saved money for my tuition. For Mom, it was because after she left, she was too busy having a great time hanging with the young crowd—including a baseball player almost young enough to be my brother—and Dad couldn't help because his wages as a beat cop didn't allow for much in the way of extras.

Charlie had never been much of a hands-on father, leaving to my own devices more often than not, and his approval had never been something I'd aspired to. So, despite his abhorrence of my choices, I made the decision not to go to college. The savings I'd already amassed from this job would be enough for me to go later if I chose.

Rose was just finishing her routine, amping up the guys in the audience. As she sashayed off the stage, I peered around the edge of the curtain, seeing that there were only ten guys for this private party.

I figured these must be important guests, as Liam only allowed a small number of private parties, paying the girls in my group—Rose, Charlotte, Heidi and myself—a set fee.

The man in the center seat was the one who caught my attention. Unruly, just rolled out of bed sex-hair sat atop his head, and I watched him run his fingers through it. His features weren't clear from this distance, but I liked what I could see. Sharp jaw, broad shoulders, and long legs stretched out in front of him.

Dressed totally in black, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, there was something mesmerizing about him—a dark, brooding presence. I found myself wanting to get under his skin and find out what made him tick. I shivered as his eyes swept the space where I stood; even though he couldn't possibly see me, it felt as if his gaze burned me.

"You're up, Bella," Rose murmured as she swept past me. "Knock 'em dead, chica."

I nodded and shook off the feelings this man already pulled from me, then took a deep breath, centering myself as I did before any performance.

The stage darkened, then a spotlight hit the pole in the center of the stage. While the lights were down, a chair had been placed to the right of the pole, on a section of the floor which could be spun around in any direction I chose.

I was dressed in a tiny, dark blue thong covered by a frilled mini skirt, and a garter belt attached to wide, lacy garters. The demi-cup bra I wore was the same color as my thong, and was covered with a short black pin-striped waistcoat. With dark dramatic eye makeup and a pair of six-inch patent leather pumps, I knew I looked good—a wet dream waiting to happen.

I waited for my music to begin, then paused in the darkness for the first five bars to play before I stepped into the light and gripped the pole with one hand. Placing my feet at the bottom, I swung around it and let my head fall back until my hair almost touched the stage. Jumping up, I pushed my body until it was upside down, then gripped the pole with my legs before parting them to give the guys a quick glimpse of my thong.

Cheers and whistles accompanied the first move, and out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the sex-haired hottie now sitting forward in his seat, his hooded eyes trained on me.

Throughout my routine, his eyes never left me, branding me wherever they landed. The dance was supposed to get the audience going, but it was his reaction that turned me on. Seated almost directly in front of me and close to the stage, I could see the growing bulge my pole dance had elicited from him.

From the earlier chatter in the dressing room, I understood he was getting married on Saturday, two days from now—not that he looked overly happy about it. Every time someone mentioned the name Lauren, he scowled.

I'd noticed his friends egging him on all evening, trying to get him to let loose, so when I'd asked for a volunteer for my tie-me-down lap dance, he'd been pushed and shoved up onto the stage amongst shouts of 'tie him up' and 'take it, Eddie'.

I rubbed my body against his while he stood glaring at his friends, clenching and unclenching his fists, his eyes following me as I moved around his body. However, the lengthening cock in his pants, the look in his eyes when they met mine, and the fact he didn't move away from me, told me he wasn't immune to my charms.

"What's your name, gorgeous?" I asked.

"Edward," he grunted. His name matched all my teenage book heroes.

"Well, I'm Beauty, and I'm all yours for the night. A little birdie told me you're getting married soon. Isn't that right, Edward?"

He nodded silently, narrowing his eyes while his friends cat-called and laughed, ordering another round of shots.

I turned to face the audience. "Well, that's something to celebrate, isn't it, boys?" More cat-calls and shouts answered me, and I called out loudly, "Let's make it a night to remember, then."

The music started fast as I twirled around him, pulling his tie undone and looping it around my neck before undoing the buttons on his shirt. I brushed my hands across his bare abs—at least a six-pack—and over the taut skin of his muscular torso before scraping my fingernails over his nipples. Both hardened under my touch.

Standing behind him, my head only reached the middle of his shoulder blades, and I was able to rest my forehead between them, my body flush against his. I could feel his heart rate increase, beating through his flesh, and I reached around him, sliding my hands into the waistband of his jeans, my fingers brushing the head of his cock.

My clit throbbed, and my internal muscles tightened in arousal. I'd found other clients attractive before, but none had affected me on such a visceral level. I could feel the thong I was wearing under my tiny skirt—more like a wide belt, really—dampen, and my nipples harden, the last of which I was pretty certain he'd be able to feel.

With practiced ease, my fingers deftly flicked open the top button on his black button-fly jeans, and I felt his dick twitch against the backs of my fingers.

Suddenly, all I could think about was getting his cock inside me, and how it would feel when I stretched around him. I could almost feel the burn of pleasurable pain.

I imagined his hips punching his cock deep into my pussy, forcing me to come when he commanded. I was into all that pleasure-pain stuff and wanted to be the one on the receiving end of the ropes and lashes.

Still, I had a job to do—I could get myself off later to thoughts of him.

Bringing my head back into the game and pushing the dirty fantasies in my brain to the back of my mind for the moment, I slid around in front of him again. I jumped up, forcing him to catch me, his hands automatically landing on my almost bare ass with my legs gripping him around the waist.

I hooked my ankles together at the small of his back and leaned away from his body. My long hair trailed on the surface of the dance floor as I undulated against him, using my stomach muscles to pull my body upright until I could reach out and grip the back of his neck.

Edward's eyes widened as our gazes met, and lust clouded the most intense eyes I'd ever seen. Unhooking my ankles from behind him, I dropped gracefully onto the floor, then pushed his body back until he dropped into the chair behind him.

I danced around him, shedding my waistcoat and shimmying my shoulders and tits.

As he sank into the chair, I stepped forward and took his right hand, then twisted until my back was turned toward his body. I backed up until I was straddling his thighs, my ass inches away from his lap. I used the hand I held, molding it until he cupped my tit, now barely contained inside my bra.

He was so close, I could feel the heat of his cock between my legs, and my inner muscles clenched. A sharp intake of breath from behind me told me he was as affected as I was. The hand I'd held against my tit twitched and then squeezed my nipple between his finger and thumb, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

Fortunately, the crowd was becoming louder, and the gasp that forced its way out of my mouth was drowned out by the hoots and cheers of the watching men.

I grabbed Edward's other hand, bringing it to my right tit, and this time he needed no encouragement to repeat the action of his other hand, pulling another gasp from my mouth. I wanted to grind against him; I needed the friction, but resisted the urge, twisting out of his grasp.

My foot hit the button on the floor spinning the chair so he was facing away from the audience. Pulling his tie from around my neck, I spun it around above me, to the raucous calls of the guys, then made my way around him to the back of the chair.

Reaching around his hard body, I grabbed his hands, and pulled them behind his back. I wrapped his tie around his wrists, then secured them to the metal rods. Undoubtedly, if he'd really wanted to, he would be able to free himself easily, but I had the feeling he was allowing me to restrain him.

I twirled and gyrated around him until I was facing both him and the audience again, then leaned over so Edward had the perfect view down my cleavage. I always asked permission before the next step, wanting to make sure the guest was happy with the next part of the show; my hands touching his bare cock. If the guest shook his head—not many refused—I would cut the act short and finish up with a close-contact but fully-clothed lap dance.

With my hands hovering over his fly, I raised my eyes to his face. At this point, most of the clients would've been ogling my tits or staring at my hands, but not this man. Instead, the pupils of his eyes were dilated with lust as he trapped me in his gaze.

Edward took a deep breath, then nodded. If I hadn't been so close to him, I wouldn't have seen the slight movement, and a thrill ran through me at the thought of touching what lay behind the cloth of his tight jeans. They left almost nothing to the imagination as I ran a single fingernail down his length, which twitched and grew under my touch.

Tugging at the soft denim, each button popped open in turn, revealing dark gray boxer briefs with the words Christian Dior printed along the black elastic. His abs contracted as I ran my fingers back and forth under the band, touching the head of his cock with each pass. His eyes closed briefly then reopened, the lust in them burning into me.

As he lifted his hips, I took that as my invitation. Dropping to my knees, I slid my hand inside the opening of his boxers, pulling his cock free.

"Go, girl! Suck him off!" The guys behind Edward were getting rowdy and more than one voice joined the chant. "Suck him off! Suck him off!"

I popped the front clasp on my bra, then squeezed my tits together around his cock.

A deep rumble came from Edward's chest as his hips jerked upward, forcing his cock between my fleshy globes. Suddenly, his hands were on my shoulders as he ripped them free from his restraints, and the chants from the guys grew louder as they realized he was free. The tingling from where his hands touched my bare skin traveled outward, and a shiver ran down my spine.

My clit throbbed and pulsed as I watched him chase his orgasm, holding me in place as he erratically thrust harder and faster. With a long, drawn-out groan, he became still, then came in three long spurts, covering the skin of my chest and the edge of my chin.

Edward's cock was near enough that a slight downward movement of my head would bring it within reach of my mouth, and I desperately wanted to taste him and run my tongue around the tip, licking and teasing him. I wanted to see the lust in his eyes again, but I was determined that would happen later if I got the chance.

He collapsed back in the chair, breathing heavily, and we stared at each other.

The change in the music pulled me out of the trance, and I drew back, releasing his cock from the confines of my flesh and re-fastening my bra. Giving him time to tuck his cock back into his boxers, I danced around him, then spun the chair back around to face the audience. Turning my back to him, I unzipped my skirt, and left it hanging on my hips, slowly dragging my hands up my body, cupping my tits and pushing them together.

With my back toward him, I spread my legs and bent at the waist, giving the audience the view of my cleavage he'd already seen, and made a show of spreading his cum over my skin, at the same time giving him a glimpse of my covered pussy and the string of the thong between my ass cheeks.

Flicking my hair, I glanced over my shoulder, watching him lick his lips, and I wanted that tongue to lick me, lapping at my pussy and clit.

"Get 'em off, sweetheart!" More than one voice in the audience shouted the words. "Show us your tits!"

I shook my finger at them. "All in good time, guys—all in good time."

As I straightened, I slid my hands around the back of my neck, dragging my hair up and imagining Edward tugging on it as he fucked me. Letting it cascade down again, I moved my hips in a figure-eight to the sensuous beat of the music, helping the skirt to slide slowly down my legs. Stepping out of it, I kicked it into the audience, not caring where it went. Shuffling backward, I straddled Edward's thighs and tucked a thumb under the garter belt, inviting him to undo them.

His warm fingers brushed the back of my thighs as he unclipped the garters. Large hands gripped my legs, thumbs brushing my inner thighs, pushing under the edge of the elastic.

My heart was thundering in my chest and I rocked my hips from side to side. I almost moaned out loud as his hands ghosted over my skin before I pulled myself upright and stepped away.

Walking to the edge of the stage, I picked two guys at random, inviting each of them to unclip the front of the garter belt. A quiet growl from behind me made me shiver, and goosebumps chased over my skin.

Nevertheless, this was my show, and I allowed the chosen guys to roll the black lace garters down my legs and off.

The last song on my strip playlist began, and I moved away from the edge of the stage, turning back to face my hottie. Flicking the clasp at the front, the bra was suspended on my nipples. I smirked at him as I pulled one cup away, baring one breast before spinning away. Turning to face the audience again, I pulled the other cup free. Dropping my shoulders back, I allowed the straps to slide down my arms, catching it in my hands before holding it in one hand above my head.

I swung it around and threw it out into the crowd, who were jumping up and down and screaming like a group of horny frat guys.

The introductory bars of Beyonce's Naughty Girl began to play. I could do the last act in two ways: I could strip right down to bare skin and do a naked erotic dance both on stage and the pole, or . . . or I could take it to the extreme with erotic play.

I was so turned on there wasn't even a choice—the second option was the only choice.

As the music washed over me, I raised my hands and dropped my head back, pushing my tits out. With that signal, the lights went out, only to return a second later low enough that only faint outlines of everyone were visible.

I dropped into a squat and extended one leg, spinning on the spot so I could reach under the chair and grab the toy I'd put there earlier. With a simple twist to the bottom, the vibrator lit up with a deep pink glow and emitted a low buzz.

"Go with it?" I asked him.

Leaning forward, Edward's answer sent a thrill through me. "Holy fuck, do whatever you want, Beauty."

Jumping to my feet, I twirled to face the shouting audience. Their words echoed in the large room, even though they could only see the faintest details of me and Edward, and of course, the glow-in-the-dark vibrator.

Facing the audience, I ran the vibrator from my ankle to my hip, then up over my tits and around each nipple in turn. My body shuddered as I ran the vibrator down from the center of my tits and between my legs, passing over my cloth-covered clit.

Stepping back toward Edward, I reached behind me and handed the vibrator to him, then bent over at the waist, my hands gripping my legs above my knees to brace myself. I could feel his hot gaze on my ass and the buzzing of the vibrator had my muscles tensing in anticipation, wondering where it would touch me; waiting was almost torture, but of the best kind.

I almost jumped out of my skin when the lightest of touches landed at the base of my spine. Immediate goosebumps radiated out from that spot, and continued as he dragged the tip slowly down between my ass cheeks.

He brought the vibrator to a halt over my asshole, which was only covered by the string of my thong, passing it back and forth before slipping it between my legs and brushing it over my clit. I jerked and arched my back, opening myself up more.

"Go on, Eddie, fuck her with it. Give it to her!" The guys in the audience yelled and cheered.

Edward's fingers ghosted over my thong. "Fuck, you're wet," he groaned from behind me.

He ran the glow-in-the-dark vibrator between my legs, and my body shivered, my nipples hardening. I straightened up, reluctantly moving out of his reach for the moment, then reverse straddled his lap, the vibrator trapped between us and resting against my lower back.

One arm snaked around my throat as he pulled me back against his chest, and my back arched, pushing my tits up toward the ceiling. My hands gripped his forearm and I laid my head back on his shoulder.

"Go with it?" he repeated my words back to me, and I nodded, letting out a long breath of anticipation.

Circling my nipples with the vibrating tip, Edward then traced a path from between my tits, down my body, and lightly over the pulsing bundle of nerves between my legs. My stomach muscles contracted as he ran the vibrator from side to side between my hip bones, dipping it under the elastic waistband in the center for a second before finishing its journey. The muscles in my thighs tensed as he reached the edge of the elastic between my legs, one side, then the other, before pressing it directly on my covered nub.

"Fuck, I wanna come!" I gasped.

His tongue traced the spot behind my ear, his hot breath making me shiver. I really wanted his hands on my nipples, pulling, tugging, and pinching hard.

In a swift move, Edward slipped the vibrator under my thong and over my very wet center, then pressed it against my clit.

"Come!" The single growled word in my ear pushed me sharply over the edge into a fierce orgasm, and I involuntarily jerked my hips up, the vibrator penetrating me.

My whole body clenched from the inside out, pulses of pleasure radiating along my arms and legs. My toes curled inside my shoes, and every hair follicle stood to attention.

I could hear a keening noise over the stamping feet and yells of encouragement from the guys in front of me. When I realized it was coming from me, I clamped my mouth shut.

"I wish I could see you properly right now, Beauty," Edward whispered in my ear. "I'll bet it's a gorgeous sight . . . all pink and glowing."

The lights went out, and it took a few moments to gather myself together. As the lights brightened, his hold on me loosened and he helped me to stand. I preceded him off the stage, making my way on still-trembling legs toward the curtain leading to the dressing rooms, the final girl to dance passing us on the way.

"You can't come any further," I said as he followed me down the hall. "It's one of management's rules."

"I'm breaking all the rules," he answered as he reached around me and opened the dressing room door.

Rose, Charlotte and Heidi were already dressed in street clothes, the latter with their coats on and just leaving. Rose was waiting for me, as she and I usually shared a ride home. They all looked up as I stepped into the room, their eyes widening as Edward stopped in the doorway and leaned against the frame.

"That was fucking hot, Bella," Rose crowed.

I shrugged, slightly bemused by Edward's presence behind me. "It went well," I agreed.

There was a brief silence, then Heidi and Charlotte high-fived me, their eyes questioning if it was okay for them to leave. I nodded, then watched them slip out the exit door, calling out their goodbyes.

Rose eyed me then Edward. "Our driver will be here in five," she said.

"I'll see she gets home."

Edward's voice was velvety soft but commanded obedience. Rose narrowed her eyes at him then switched her gaze to me, raising her eyebrows.

I gave Rose a short nod, and albeit a little reluctantly, she slipped her coat on, kissed my cheek and whispered "Be safe and text me" before glaring at Edward and leaving.

The silence in the room was thick, and I could feel his gaze roam over my body as I unbuckled and kicked off my shoes, then peeled off my soaking wet thong. Even after a mind-blowing orgasm not ten minutes ago, all I could think of was his thick cock and how it would feel inside me.

Naked, I turned to face him. "What do you want, Edward?"

"You said you were mine for the night. I want to take you to my place, tie you up, and fuck you hard. Yes or no?"

My mouth dropped open, and I gasped.

"Or I can drop you at your place. My car and driver are outside."

"Yes," was all I managed to let out in one breath.

"You have five minutes."

Nonchalantly, he stood in the doorway, waiting while I washed off my makeup, slipped into my jeans and strappy camisole, and stuffed my feet in my chucks. In three minutes, he was ushering me out the exit to the limousine waiting outside the door.

~ oOo ~

His car pulled up outside a high-end hotel in an expensive part of town. He strode through the front door, nodding at the concierge, and stepped into a waiting elevator as I trailed behind him.

In the mirrored walls, I could see the disparity between us. Me, slightly disheveled and dressed casually; and despite his similar attire, his presence was commanding beside me.

Hell, he'd invited me, so he must have seen something in me. I squared my shoulders and stood straight, meeting his eyes in the mirror. He smirked at me.

"If you want to stop at any time," he began. "Tell me a safeword, and I'll get my driver to take you home."

I searched his face, and he kept his eyes trained on me, patiently waiting for my answer.

"Bacon," I blurted out.

He huffed a laugh as the elevator came to a halt and the doors opened onto a plush carpeted hallway with windows overlooking the Strip. There was only one door, and he used his hand on a palm reader to open it.

Holding the door open, he indicated I should enter before him. The penthouse apartment was enormous, easily the size of all the apartments on my floor, all six of them. Gravitating to the floor-to-ceiling windows, I leaned against it, fascinated by the lights and the nearby buildings.

Lost in the view before me, I hadn't heard Edward follow me across the room until his hard body pressed against mine. His large hands pushed my head until the side of my face was flattened against the glass.

"Don't move," he ordered.

Sliding his hand between my body and the glass, he unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, pushing them and my panties down to my knees. My heart rate increased as the sound of his belt hitting the floor reached my ears.

A few moments later, he yanked my lower body toward him, his thigh separating my legs as far as possible, my stance constricted by my jeans trapped between my knees. I could feel moisture seep from me, and my body trembled in anticipation and lust.

"No words except your safeword, Bella. I'm going to make you scream when you come."

Edward's hot breath wafted past my ear, and I shivered. Without any further warning, he gripped my hips and slammed into me with one thrust, his cock hitting my G-spot. I gasped as my body stretched around the intrusion, the delicious burn spiking pleasure through me.

He withdrew slowly, then slammed back in and set up a fast pace, thrusting into me, driving me to the brink of orgasm within minutes.

"Fuck," he cursed. "So fucking good. Take it all, Bella."

With the cold glass against my face, my nipples rubbing against the inside of my cami, and the angle of his cock hitting my G-spot with each thrust, the coil in my belly tightened.

Edward grunted each time he impaled me, forcing a scream from my throat as tingles and sparks of ecstasy traveled over my skin and along my veins. Unable to breathe, the edges of my vision wavered as he fucked me through the pleasure and pushed me into a second one before I had time for my muscles to unclench.

When I finally managed to suck in a breath, I screamed as he'd promised I would.

"Again," he ordered.

His fingers found my clit, rubbing and flicking it while his cock hit my G-spot, sending me spiraling to another orgasm. Edward pounded away at me erratically until he stilled, pulsing inside me. His hands gripping my hips and the window in front of me were the only things holding me upright. Resting his forehead in the middle of my back, I could feel his hot breath wash over my skin.

Eventually, he withdrew, his softening cock slipping from me and leaving his cum dripping down the inside of my legs. My legs quaking like jelly, I pushed away from the window and reached for my jeans.

"Would you like a shower?"

I turned at the sound of Edward's voice, finding him closer than I expected, his shirt unbuttoned and his pants undone. I licked my lips and my eyes roamed his body.

"Yes, that would be great," I answered, shaking away the desire that hadn't dissipated yet. "Then I'll get out of your hair."

He grinned and shook his head. Stepping forward, he dragged my jeans and panties off, along with my chucks, then swept me up into his arms.

"I didn't hear your safeword, and I'm nowhere near finished with you yet."

After a hot shower in the most luxurious bathroom I'd ever been in, with plenty of soaping and groping, Edward's cock was rock hard again. He stepped out, grabbing a towel from the warming rail, and dried my skin before handing me one to wrap my hair in.

He dried his own body, then rubbed the towel over his hair, leaving it standing on end, and held out his hand. I willingly took it and followed him into the bedroom.

My feet sank into the plush ivory carpet that covered the floor as he led me over to the four-poster bed, which was topped with a rich blue comforter and heavy curtains. Edward dragged the comforter back, revealing sheets only a shade lighter, picking me up and throwing me in the center of it before joining me.

I only rarely spent time with party patrons, and though I'd always enjoyed myself, I just never kissed anyone. It always felt to me as if it was a very intimate thing.

But when Edward's heated gaze dropped to my lips, I found myself wanting to know what his would feel like on mine. Swiping his tongue along his bottom lip, he lowered his head slowly, giving me the choice. I stopped second-guessing myself and closed the distance between us, pressing my lips to his.

Immediately, he reciprocated, taking my bottom lip between his teeth and nipping lightly. A jolt of desire hit me, hardening my nipples and making my clit pulse in time with my heartbeat. Turning my body to face his, I slipped my arms around his neck, drawing him closer. Slanting his head to one side, he sucked my top lip into his mouth, pulling back, letting it go, and repeating it with my bottom lip.

Lost in the feel of his lips making love to mine, I almost forgot to breathe. I pulled back with a gasp, but he followed me, his teeth nipping at my bottom lip then slipping his tongue into my mouth, exploring and tasting me. I had never been kissed like this before, and when he drew back for his own breath, I chased his lips, addicted to the taste and feel of him.

Becoming aware of his hand smoothing the skin from my hip to my thigh and back again, I opened my legs. His large hand gripped my leg behind the knee, his fingers dragging along the skin, then squeezing as he lifted it over his waist, opening me up to him.

"I want to fuck you again, Beauty," he whispered in my ear. "Are you game?"

My breath caught in my throat, his tone rather than his words promising more than pleasure. "Bella," I answered. "Call me Bella, and you can have anything you want."

His hand, which had been smoothing over the skin of my thigh, left my flesh, then impacted sharply against me. The slap resounded through the room, and the sting of his hand sent warmth to my pussy. He soothed the skin with a gentle touch, and his eyes met mine.

"Again." I moaned and pulled myself closer, rubbing my wet pussy over his thigh, as his hand landed on my sensitive flesh once more.

"Fuck," I gasped, the sting sharper but just as pleasurable.

His eyes darkened . . . and there was that danger I'd seen glimpses of this evening. His eyes searched mine, and must have found the agreement he was looking for. "You remember the safeword you gave me?" When I nodded, he added warningly, "I won't stop unless you use it."

I nodded again.

"Get on your hands and knees," he growled.

Hastily, I rolled over and pushed myself up into position, my limbs trembling slightly with anticipation. I heard a drawer opening and found my eyes covered with a blindfold, leaving me totally in the dark. Without my sight, my head swiveled from side to side, searching for any indication as to where he was and what was happening.

I felt my nipples harden in the cool air until they were so tight they tingled and throbbed. Every part of me was suddenly acutely aware of him; from the heat coming off his body to the scent of his skin.

"Don't move, or I'll have to tie you down," his graveled, velvet voice came from behind me.

"Maybe you should," I said cheekily.

I felt the bed move until his thighs hit the back of mine, his knees pushing my legs further apart, and my back arched, opening myself up to him further. It felt as though his hands smoothed over my back, his thumbs digging into my ribs, half tickling me until I squirmed before robbing me of his touch. Finally, I felt plucking at my nipples, a tugging and pulling similar to what I'd imagined earlier. A sharp zing of pleasure radiated down to my clit, and I gasped at the sensation.

"More?"

Air expelled from my lungs in breathy pants. Extremely turned on, I nodded, feeling even more liquid seeping from my pussy as the muscles clenched, aching for him to fill me.

Cool air against the back of my legs told me Edward had moved, and I strained to hear where he was and what he was doing. His touch returned to my nipples, pulling and twisting, mixing pain with the pleasure. A sharp pinch and a spark of pain had me gasping as he attached something to each nipple. I squealed, then groaned loudly as the pain radiated into heat and pleasure.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. So good," I moaned.

The bed dipped, and the warmth of Edward's body was behind me once again. His large, slightly rough grip clasped my thighs, his thumbs brushing my pussy lips, his erection nudging at my entrance before sliding up between my cheeks and over my ass. My breath hitched with desire and a little fear; I wasn't ready for that, though I couldn't say I wasn't interested.

"I will fuck you here," he growled. "But not tonight."

I nodded my head sharply in agreement and wondered what that would feel like. The thought of it made me even wetter, and I felt it dripping onto his bed.

With a hand between my shoulder blades, he pushed me down until my nipples brushed the mattress, and the feel of something tugging them sent sharp jolts of pleasure and pain through my nerve endings. Sliding his erection through my wetness, Edward resisted my attempt at pushing back against him, to encourage him to drive his cock into me. Every time I moved, he pulled away until I was still again.

Each time, I whimpered at the loss until I found myself begging. "Please, please, please. Fuck me, please."

Instead of giving me his cock, something else slammed into my pussy to the hilt, and I screamed out as he stroked my G-spot. His fingers dragged against it at the same time as he pressed a vibrator against my clit, sending my body into overdrive. The strongest orgasm I'd ever had made lights flash behind my clenched eyelids, taking my breath away, leaving my skin tingling and blood pounding through my eardrums.

Every muscle in my body clenched, and I felt warm liquid gush down my inner thighs as Edward pressed the vibrator against my clit again, then impaled me on his cock, leaving me a trembling mess each time he withdrew.

"Oh, my fucking God," I gasped and moaned. "Harder, more, please."

Edward's hand came down on my ass, the sharp sting resounding through my body, sending spasms through me. He dropped the vibrator and grabbed my hips, thrusting wildly until his thighs slapped against mine. My lungs felt as if they were about to explode, my heart galloping out of my chest as another orgasm barreled over me.

Seconds later, he drove into me one last time and finally stilled, his cock swelling and pulsing inside me. He leaned over me, his long, low growl sending shivers through my body.

No longer able to hold myself up, I collapsed in a sweaty, trembling heap, Edward's heavy body lying on top of me. As he managed to untangle one arm, I felt him loosen the blindfold and drag it off, leaving me squinting in the dim light of the bedroom.

I moaned. "So good, Edward, but can you let me up, please?"

Edward groaned and slipped from my body before rolling me over onto my back. "Keep still," he said. "I'm going to remove the clamps."

As he set each one free, a sharp pain ran through them, soothed immediately by his hot mouth licking and sucking at them.

"Okay?" he asked.

"Hmm," I hummed. "I loved every minute, so more than okay." I giggled, still euphoric from the orgasms he'd just given me, along with the others from earlier. "I want to do that again, but I think my pussy needs a little rest."

Thoroughly spent for the moment, Edward pulled the covers up over us, and we fell asleep in a tangle of limbs.

Friday morning brought a deluge of calls and texts, but Edward ignored them all. We spent all day Friday in bed, ordering food when we got hungry, and raiding the wine fridge in the meantime.

Whatever Edward wanted to do, I was up for it.

He tied me to the four corners of the bed, using a soft flogger on my thighs, tits and stomach until I begged him to fuck me. He obliged—over and over—as I screamed myself hoarse.

I sucked his cock the way I'd wanted to in the club, swallowing him down my throat until I gagged, and he repaid me by licking and finger fucking me until I saw stars.

By the time Saturday morning arrived, Edward rolled over, pulling me with him until I straddled him and sank down on his cock. I winced at the burn as he entered me, but I was unwilling to let anything come between our bodies until it was time for me to leave.

His glorious cock brought me to the umpteenth orgasm since Thursday evening, and we finally came up for air to the sound of banging on his front door.

"Shouldn't you get that?" I asked. "You're getting married to the luscious Lauren today, aren't you?"

He raised an eyebrow and winked. "Yes."

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