I was outside of my house planting some flowers as my neighbor Jasper stopped me for some small talk. He's a few years older than me — decent looking with soft blonde hair, a slim build, clean-shaven, and ocean blue eyes, but he's too… cute.
I never really thought I had a type — not until I met Edward, at least. Now I guess I'm only attracted to strong, built men that are much older with a dominant and arrogant appeal to them.
Men with rich copper hair and scruff, smooth taut ivory skin, haunting emerald green eyes that burn into my soul, and dark tattoos.
Men that will tie me up in their basement and fuck me until I'm crying and make me live out every one of my dirtiest desires — or man at least because there is only one man I want that will do those things to me.
Jasper's flirting and I'm trying my best not to lead him on, but I can't help but be polite — it's in my nature.
"So uh, I was wondering if you're free sometime this weekend, maybe if you wanted to go out, get some dinner?" Jasper asks me out nervously, with a crooked grin and his hands brushing through his curly hair.
"Oh… um, that's very sweet of you Jasper, but uh—" Before I can finish my sentence, I'm distracted by Edward passing us from his evening jog; sweat glistening down his thick muscles and bare chest, droplets sliding down his pale skin, hair in a mess of wet, dark strands.
I guess he heard what Jasper asked me because the moment I catch his eyes, he walks up to us with a possessive, jealous glint in them.
Fuck, I have a bad feeling about this.
"Bella, where have you been? Avoiding me?" Edward asks teasingly with an arrogant smirk on his face as he slides his arm around my waist. His eyes never leave Jasper's.
Asserting his dominance, marking his territory.
Jasper's expression is full of confusion and intimidation as he shuffles back a bit — he's no match for Edward — there's not even a competition.
My body heats up and turns pink at his touch and the embarrassment. I feel Edward's hot, damp skin against mine.
"I'm sorry — who are you?" Jasper questions, his eyebrows furrowed. He slightly puffs his chest out, and it's comical.
"I'm Edward Cullen."
"Yes. And who are you? Bella's guardian?"
"Her guardian—hmm no." Edward shakes his head as a dirty smirk crosses his mouth. "But she does like to call me daddy."
"Daddy?" Poor Jasper looks so confused. I'm sure the dirtiest thing he knows about sex outside of his boring, vanilla sex life is doggy style.
"Why would she call you daddy if you're not her father?" Jasper makes it sound so innocent. If he only knew, his jaw would be all the way to the floor.
"Come on — you really can't take the hint?" Edward scoffs in disbelief, rolling his eyes. He moves behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, his large hands slipping under my shirt, caressing my stomach as he nuzzles his scruffy chin into my neck—goosebumps form all over my skin.
Jasper is stunned; I can see the wheels spinning in his head, but I don't think he's able to put the pieces together—yet.
"Do I have to spell it out for you—or maybe show you? I'm sure my baby girl wouldn't mind you watching. I can tell that she has a bit of an exhibitionist streak in her." Edward's voice is low and raspy — I can tell the massive change in his voice when he gets horny. If the hard, thick cock stabbing into my back is any indication.
Even though this is wrong, and I should be embarrassed that he's doing this in front of Jasper — letting him into this dark, forbidden world of ours that no one is supposed to know about — I can't help the arousal that is drenching my panties.
I just imagine what Jasper's reaction would be if he watched us do the most depraved things — if he knew what we did nights before — to see the shock on his face. Would he feel dirty watching us? Would it turn him on, and would he feel shameful for it — like how I used to be before I met Edward? Would it make him so hard that he couldn't help but touch his cock at the sight of us?
Edward is the only one speaking, Jasper and I have no words.
We're outside in the open. There are not too many people out, but if anyone peeks out their window or drives by and focuses on us, I'm sure they will have an idea of what's going on.
Fuck, the thought of that turns me on even more — I guess I really am an exhibitionist. Edward is making me discover new things about myself every day.
Edward's fingers trail along the waistband of my shorts; they're cotton, so it'd be very easy for him to slip his fingers underneath — and I'm not wearing any underwear.
"Let's see if I can get her to call me Daddy now? She's a bit shy and usually needs my thick cock so deep inside of her to get it out, but maybe she's feeling generous right now. I'm sure I can get her to lose control. I'm very good at that." Edward's tone is soft, playful — such a contradiction to his words and movements.
I gasp when I feel Edward's fingers slip beneath my shorts and hear a low growl vibrate against my ear when he touches my bare drenched pussy. I glance at Jasper with my eyes hooded. He looks uncomfortable; his hands move near the crotch of his shorts, where his dick would be, and I see him discreetly trying to adjust it, not wanting to gain attention to his bulge. It is having an effect on him, as much as his facial expression is appalled; the hardening of his cock and the lust in his eyes cannot be denied.
"Wow, her pussy is soaked. Hmm, why do you think that is… What was it — Jasmine?" Edward challenges with a cocky grin. "Is it because your little flirting worked her up, or is it because of me — her daddy's fingers rubbing her little, swollen clit that's begging for attention?" I can't help the little whine that slips from my lips when his thumb presses down hard on my clit and starts rubbing it.
"It's Jasper. I'm not a girl," he replies with a huff.
"Well, you're sure acting like one right now," Edward mocks as he pinches my clit, which makes me jump and squeal. Edward definitely knows how to humiliate people.
I know I should push him away, but it's like I lose any sense of rationality when I'm around him. I don't care about anything or anyone around me — just the pleasure he's demanding from my body.
Edward keeps his thumb circling my clit, but he slides his index and middle finger down to my dripping entrance and slips them right inside of me with ease. He begins pumping his fingers in and out, and I can't hold onto my resolve anymore.
I push my head back onto Edward's shoulder, a soft cry escaping my lips. I open my eyes, and all I see are Jasper's hooded ocean blue eyes, now dark and stormy with lust, penetrating into mine. He discreetly turns his body towards his house, so if anyone passes by, they won't be able to see what he's going to do.
From the outside view, Edward and I look like a lovely couple, wrapped in a sweet embrace chatting with our friendly neighbor.
If only they knew the truth.
If only they could hear the filthy words Edward spoke in my ear.
If only they could see that his fingers were buried so deep in my pussy and curling into my g-spot.
If only they could tell that Jasper was about to touch his cock while watching Edward fuck my cunt with his fingers.
After spitting on his hand, Jasper reaches beneath the waistband of his shorts and grabs his erection. I can see the movement of his hand gliding up and down his length beneath the material.
I guess I'm not the only one that acts all innocent but has a deviant side lurking.
I wish I could see his dick. I don't have a desire to have any cock other than Edward's, knowing that no one will ever compare, but it'd still be hot.
Edward stops his movement. "Don't even fucking think about it. You will never have anyone's cock other than mine. Ever. Again," he growls dangerously against my ear. I swear this man can read my every thought. "You should be fucking privileged that I'm letting him watch us, but I know what a little desperate slut you are for attention." His voice is low and threatening but loud enough that Jasper can hear every word.
"Tell me that you're a good little girl and ask for permission to come in front of Jasper."
As fucking desperate as I am to come and so fucking turned on, I'm still a bit shy to use my words while Jasper is watching us. I can see in Jasper's eyes that he wants to hear those words too.
I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.
"Sorry Jasper, I guess Isabella is too sh-" Edward fake sighs in disappointment.
Right as he's about to pull his fingers out of my shorts, I grip onto his wrist to keep his hand there and cut him off. "No. I'm sorry d-daddy. I'm a good girl, please let me c-come," I stutter. My cheeks flush at the embarrassment of what I'm about to do, but also from the raw desire and desperation of it.
"Good girl," Edward praises. He resumes his thrusting, his long fingers hitting that spot so deep inside of me. With the combination of his thumb rubbing my bundle of nerves firmly, my stomach begins to clench, and I have no control of the whimpers and moans that come from me.
Edwards glances up to stare right at Jasper. "Jasper, is your cock hard and throbbing, watching me finger fuck my girl? Is it gonna make you come?" Edwards orders, his full attention on Jasper. His voice is thick with lust, sensual, and demanding.
Holy fuck, I'm not sure if Edward is into guys, but just hearing him talk dirty to Jasper like that with a hint of teasing and humiliation in his voice brings me even closer to the edge.
Jaspers subtly nods his head to answer Edward's question. I can tell that those words turn him on even more, the pace of his hand moving faster under the fabric. He has a look of determination on his face, his dirty blonde eyebrows furrowed. I can't keep my eyes off of his covered cock, and he can't keep his eyes away from Edward's fingers inside me. I don't think I'm the only one that is about to make him combust.
"Yes, fucking give it all to me," Edward roars, digging his teeth deep into my neck,
leaving his mark. I'm not sure who he's talking to at that moment, with his gaze still burning into Jasper.
That's the push I need to completely let go. My eyes roll back as pleasure explodes between my legs, my walls flutter around Edward's fingers as I tremble and come in front of Jasper. I can hear the sounds of my pussy gushing and Edwards fingers thrusting into me.
"Tell Jasper who the fuck is making you come so fucking hard. I bet he wishes he could feel your cum dripping all over him. Too bad he won't see what my thick cock looks like when it pounds and stretches your tight little pussy. Or ever feel what it's like to be buried inside your soft, wet heat. What a shame," Edward mockingly pouts.
"Fuckkk… ugh. Daddy is," I whimper as my orgasm rips from me.
Jasper finds his release soon after me, the wetness from his cock seeping through his shorts. Once he removes his hand from his shorts, he wipes his hand on it. He's all flushed and trying to catch his breath.
Edward removes his fingers from me and raises them to his lips, pushing them all the way into his mouth, sucking up my arousal from them, his gaze on Jasper. "Hmm, she's the most delicious thing I've ever tasted. Want a taste?" Edwards slips them out of his mouth and reaches his fingers towards Jasper.
Jasper nods desperately and takes a step forward like a hungry puppy.
Edwards harshly pulls his hand back. "Haha, yeah fucking right," he laughs maliciously. "You'll never get to taste her—over my dead body. That's the only time you'll ever see my babygirl come, so savor that memory forever," Edwards remarks cruelly, glaring at Jasper.
Edward is fucking crazy and contradictions of all sorts. One second it's like he wants to share me but really just wants everyone to know that I'm only his. He's the master of mind fucks and manipulation. At first, he was nice and kind of flirty towards Jasper, but now it's like he sees him as a threat and is marking his territory.
I'm still trying to get used to this new Edward that is the complete opposite of when I first met him. Even though it's hard to admit, I like this version of him much more. This is what I wanted after the disappointment of him being too respectful on our first date.
Edward is a lion that hides in sheep's clothing. He acts all charming and friendly to lure people in, and then once he's got you under his claws, he attacks—viciously.
Until you're his possession. At his will. At his command. For his pleasure.
I think he just gets off on having power and control over others with a touch of humiliation.
Now that the rush of my orgasm is slowing down, the reality of the situation seeps in as embarrassment floods my body. I still don't regret one minute of it, though. I look around to see if anyone is watching us.
Most of the neighbors are distracted, watering their plants, chasing after their kids, but there is one young couple that moved in recently across the street that can't take their eyes off of us.
Shit.