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43. Edward

Fuck.

Fucking fuck.

Why am I this impatient? Why can't I just be myself, be calm and collected and have my ducks in a row like I used to?

I stare at the velvet box, open it again, smile at gunmetal and red silk underneath.

Shit, I hope she'll like it.

The floor hurts my knees, but I'm not about to be a little bitch right now. Not when there's too much at stake: a future with the most beautiful Domme in the world.

I hear her heels clack on the concrete of Jasper's dungeon. It's our first night out together. My first night at her mercy. Our first night as performers. I'm so nervous I haven't eaten all day before Bella forced me to shove a protein shake down my throat earlier.

I don't know who's going to be watching tonight except for Alice and Jasper. He broke it off with Pins last week because the dude was being too fucking possessive. Jasper was alarmed it would mean too much to Alice now that she's the only sub for him right now, but I think part of him likes being with her—just her. I know he is happy about his new arrangement, because he looks the way I do when I talk about baby Havoc when he tells me about his kitten.

Performing for the Master switch himself. Fuck, I'm going to be sick.

As if she senses my discomfort, my girl crouches down behind me, the creak of leather as she moves the only sound in the room.

"Don't worry, Ginger. I'll take good care of my toy," she whispers softly before biting down my earlobe. A shudder runs down my spine as I keep my eyes trained on the floor next to my knees.

"So, little pet," she starts. "I feel a little lazy, I guess I want to watch you tonight. Will you do that for me?" Her voice is too sweet, so I know she's got a wicked scene ready for me. I didn' t want to know before we started, but she promised it wasn't anything too intensive for our first night out.

"Yes, Mistress," I breathe. It's the only thing I'm allowed to say, the title burning on my tongue because I want to make my girl proud. She deserves this, a night to show off how she tamed Edward Masen. My perfect baby Havoc.

She's looking fierce as fuck tonight, too in her signature black leather, wearing the new pair of handmade, skintight leggings I got her to make up for tearing up her old ones. These have a zipper that goes from ass to cunt, and I can't wait to find out if I get to taste her tonight.

"You better look at me now, princess. It's time for you to perform for your Mistress." The moment I look up, I remember why I'm doing this. It's her, it's all for her. Bella looks beautiful with blood-red lipstick that accentuates her full mouth, her eyes dark as night, the thick eyeliner hypnotizing me. I don't even bat a lash at her calling me princess. Bella takes a deep breath, tits heaving through a fishnet bodysuit over her pushup bra.

I'm lost in her beauty, in her strength.

"You're going to stand now, Ginger."

I do as she commands, look down at her as I stand tall, towering over her. Even then, her power doesn't diminish. My cock is rock hard, flat against my stomach. I don't even attempt to cover myself up. My girl loves to see what she does to me, smirks at me as she walks around me, makes my mouth water as she licks her lips.

She grips my cock, long slender fingers curling around me until I feel the tips of her long nails dig into my sack. I bite back a whimper when she strokes me once. She's the queen of making me a wanton mess. Little vixen, wreaking havoc on the control I usually have over my body.

"You're going to stroke that beautiful cock for me, Ginger," she says before letting go of me. She walks back, sits down on the big, plush leather chair that resembles a throne.

That doesn't sound too bad.

My hand trails down my abs slowly as her eyes keep me captive until I reach my dick and hiss at the sensation. I'm already so desperate to come for her, it's ridiculous.

"Kneel for me, Ginger." She crosses her legs, one high-heeled foot dangling in the air as she gets comfortable.

I get back to my knees in front of her, leans forward, her fingers dancing through my hair before she tugs it and yanks my head closer to her. She kisses me, long and hard with no tongue, but licks my lips when he pulls away. I'm sat here left wanting more and more, thighs almost quivering.

"Begin," she commands, her eyes roaming all over my body, lingering on my erection like she almost feels the pleasure radiating off me once I move my hand over myself.

"You'll control yourself, though," she starts. "Come when you get my approval only, Ginger. Or I'll put you in a chastity belt for the rest of the fucking week, understood?" Her harsh tone turns me on even more.

"Naturally, Mistress." I smirk through my words, knowing she loves it when I'm a little cocky.

"Now, get to it. We don't have all evening, princess," she bites.

"Tell me, sweetheart," Havoc continues. She's stroking the tops of her cleavage through the fishnet material, and I want nothing more than to run my tongue over the swell of her perfect tits, to bite her through the holey material. "What does my Ginger wish he could do to his Mistress?"

Fuck. Behave, Masen.

"Stop stroking that cock for me, and you won't come for two weeks," she says harshly. I don't stop, but move slower, knowing it agitates her when I bend her rules.

"I want to rip the fabric from your body, my tongue in my fingers' wake, tasting every inch of your milky skin," I start. Bella leans back, neck long and regal as she lifts one leg over the armrest of her chair, heeled foot dangling around while her hands run up and down her luscious thighs.

"Mhm, that's it?" She's mocking me, teeth gleaming and the corners of her ruby lips curled up into a grin.

"Not at all, Mistress." I always emphasize her title, knowing she dies a little each time I call her that, that she's probably soaking wet under those leather leggings, and most likely not even wearing underwear. God. I need a taste. I'll get it later. After all, Havoc promised me a sleepover after our scene. After I sub for her, my beautiful Domme.

"I would take my time," I continue. "I'd worship every sliver of exposed skin, opening your legs so I can lift you up and onto a surface. Any type of surface." Bella looks interested now, one brow arches my way, eyes narrowed.

"Go on, pet," she barks.

My cock is so hard, the way Bella looks at me, at my hand as it moves up and down my shaft with the added audience getting me more and more riled up. I let out a hiss when her fingers curl around mine and Havoc makes me stop, squeezing me at my base.

The concrete floor is cold and hard, my knees burning, thighs straining from the position I'm in, but the way I feel—the letting go and trusting my girl to be in charge makes me feel so incredible. Right now, she could make me do anything. Absolutely anything. I'd take it, no question.

"Mistress, please." My words come out rough, pleading. She's got the power, holds the reins right now to my pleasure. She's got me wrapped all over her dainty little finger. "Fuck," I groan when she rakes sharp fingernails across my bare chest.

"Turn around," she commands. "Turn around so they can all see your pretty cock, Ginger." My knees shuffle on the floor, and I almost topple over when I feel leather caress my back.

"Good little Ginger," she praises. I know why so many subs are into that, because fuck. It does things to my insides, makes my spine tingle as Havoc grabs me by the hair and pulls my head back. My girl presses her lips against mine, the angle strange but her mouth pure fire—addictive and powerful.

"Ah, ah ah…" she sings playfully. "Keep working that magical cock of yours, darling. Or I'll have to punish you in front of all these people."

"I'm sorry, Mistress," I utter against her pouty lips.

"Make it better," she says, grinning down at me. Havoc unzips her pants, front to back, my mouth watering at her bare pussy under that leather. I was right. No panties. Pure Havoc.

"It would be my pleasure, Mistress." I smile and lick my lips, giving my cock one solid, slow stroke that makes my eyes roll back. My head tips back even more when Havoc spreads her legs for me, my hair tickling her inner thighs as my every nerve is on end. I give my favorite cunt a long, lazy lick and feel Havoc relax against my mouth. Yes, baby.

"Make me come before you do, and make it quick, princess. Show me your mouth is good for something besides being a bratty little bitch."

I growl against Havoc's pussy, taking her clit and assaulting it with the tip of my tongue. My hands are busy, fondling my balls and stroking my cock cautiously. I can't blow my load before I make my Queen leak all over my mouth. I just can't. So I eat her pussy like a man possessed while I slow my hands down, focussing on Havoc's pleasure and shelving my own.

She writhes against me, thoroughly fucking my mouth, her nails digging into my scalp while she keeps my head in place. "Yes, princess," she hisses. "Just like that," she continues. I give her a few faster licks, suck her clit into my mouth and tease it until she's practically screaming. "Such a good fucking boy, look at you."

My balls are burning, the heat rising up my spine, the fire inside me burning hotter and hotter until I'm almost jumping out of my skin.

"Fuck yes, I'm gonna come, Ginger. You better eat me right through it, then angle your cock up all the way when you shoot your cum all over yourself. Got it?"

I don't answer, instead I give her my all, pour all my desire and lust into the kiss I'm giving her pussy, hear her animalistic groan as her breathing picks up and up until I feel her thighs clench, her grip on my hair even harder, and Mistress comes back down to earth after an orgasm as powerful as she is herself.

"Now come for me, Ginger. Look at that beautiful cock while you do."

I needed those words, because she's barely spoken them when I let out a guttural moan. I see my cum before I feel it, and I grunt when some lands on my chin, my lips, while the rest drips down to my chest and stomach.

Fuck. This was hot.

I'm still as a statue next, awaiting her instructions, because she sure as hell can't be done with me just yet.

"Mhm," she moans, dark eyes ravishing me as they trail all over me. "Let me taste that, clean you up a little before I come ride your cock." Havoc's eyes glint playfully, cheeks flushed. "Come here, Ginger."

I get up off my knees to do as she says, but she playfully slaps my cheek. "Tsk, tsk. Did I say you could get up?" She smiles. "Crawl, Ginger."

I bite my lip painfully hard, almost unable to contain myself. My lust. I'm fucking desperate for her, I always am and Havoc knows. She fucking knows, uses my lust to her own advantage. Her smile says enough, lights up the entire dungeon.

Havoc's pants are in place and she sits up in her big chair, looking at me intensely. When I'm sitting in between her spread legs, she leans down and angles my face up, one finger under my chin. She inspects my face and gloats at the cum covering me.

"You look delicious," she says before leaning down and licking my face, cleaning me up, moaning as she does. Fuck. I'm hard again.

I don't know what to do with myself, my thoughts still flitting to our night in Jasper's dungeon, my first public night as Havoc's little toy. I'd loved it, I still love being at her mercy, but fuck… how I love her submitting to me, too. I don't even know what I like better. One thing I do know: that I love being her bottom as long as she lets me be her top, too. Shit, this is odd—this ever changing dynamic based on how we feel. There's no contract, no formal shit. This is a fucking relationship. It's a relationship so real it terrifies me. The first real one I ever had outside of the community.

Bella agreed to date me, and she decided that she wants to try to sub for me. My girl deserves the best things, she deserves a trinket that symbolizes us. She deserves this, but I'm a little hesitant. This is fucking serious. And I don't know how to act.

I crack my neck as the doorbell rings and close the box, put it back into my cluttered kitchen drawer.

She's here. I open the door, smiling at the large duffel she's clutching tightly to her legs. She's staying over. My eyes travel down the length of her legs. Baby wears sheer black hose and heavy biker boots, a pretty, frilly black dress with lace and her hair half-up, baring her elegant neck.

"You look stunning," I say. My cheeks hurt from smiling. I know she keeps trying to push me away, but the way she averts her eyes and lets out a little laugh makes my heart sing.

"Gorgeous, as always, Ginger." She grins at me over her shoulder before she steps into my living room as if she owns the place.

I arch her a brow, look down at my outfit. Surely I could have done better than a fitted black Henley and distressed jeans, but it's the weekend. It's my time off. Havoc's dark eyes linger at my waist.

"Nice belt," she remarks.

"Yeah, cute little bitch got it for me last week. It would look even nicer slapping against your little ass." I catch her off guard and she almost whimpers. I know she's thinking about last weekend in my own bed, when we started fucking and she ended up bent over the ottoman in my room with that new belt welting her perfect ass.

"Got any more cute little bitches stashed away in your house, Ginger?" She asks me playfully, setting the bag down on the breakfast bar before she comes up to me. My hands find her trim waist, soft fabric of her dress beneath my fingertips as I let my nose ghost her neck. She smells divine.

"Nah," I chuckle. "Just the one."

Havoc reaches up on her tiptoes, clasps of her boots noisy as fuck when I crush my lips onto hers. No one's ever tasted this good.

I moan into our kiss, feel the way Bella affects me, her fingernails trailing up my chest, my neck. She better be leaving marks right now because I want to remember this night by the time it's time to go back to my office.

"Good boy," Bella drawls against my lips. I smile against her full mouth, entwine my fingers with the hair she's got up in a high pony. I tug hard until she hisses.

"Good little slut," I shoot back at her.

"Only for you," she mumbles, kissing me again as if I'm the only thing that will satisfy her hunger.

"That deserves a little something, don't you think, Baby Havoc?" I whisper against her neck.

Her eyes light up when I pull back, and she smiles like a kid in a candy store.

"Present?" She almost gasps. Fuck, she's cute like this.

"You could say that." I wink and walk to my kitchen, fetching a bottle of her favorite white wine and two long-stemmed glasses.

"Edward, come onnnnn." There it is, playful little vixen.

"Oh, who's Edward?" I mock her, since she only uses my real name when she wants something. Classic Havoc. Truth is, I like her nicknames more.

"Hot fucking Dom that makes my pussy tremble."

Ah, shit.

"A Dom, huh?" I play along, pouring two glasses and setting them on my coffee table.

"Hottest one in town… Fuck, the way he whips his cute little bitch, the way his gloved hands feel on her skin right before he slaps her? God, send a cleaning crew because I'm sure I just ruined your couch."

I laugh, and shake my head, because this girl makes me so happy I feel like a different man.

"Lucky little bitch," I muse.

"I'll drink to that."

All the while the words ring in my ears. His little bitch. His. Mine?

I eye Havoc, the way her dress rides up as she crosses one leg over the other, thigh on display along with the fucking garter straps. Fuck, she's wearing my favorite lingerie again. Garter belt. I can't wait to make the straps echo against her thighs and the way it makes her hiss.

"Baby?" I ask, my voice heavy with lust.

"Yes, Master?" Damn. Baby wants to play. And I didn't even have to ask her.

"Get on your pretty knees for me, Baby Havoc. Master's got a little something nice for you." I get up and watch her get down on the floor, the hardwood tough on her knees.

"Good girl," I praise her, letting my fingers glide over her cheekbone, enjoying the way she leans into my touch like a little kitten.

My heart thumps loudly in my chest, my doubts almost vanished into thin air.

I open the drawer and grab the velvet, square box.

Come on. It's like you've never done this before.

I've done this a handful of times, yet it never meant as much as tonight. This is big for me, huge. Monumental. But I want it more than ever.

"Eyes closed, Baby Havoc."

Bella obliges, lashes fluttering against her cheeks as she sits up straight, hair sweeping into the cleavage of her lace dress. She looks good enough to eat. Later, Edward. Later.

"Hold out your hands for Master."

I place the box on top of her outstretched palms, hear her little squeal. Little brat.

"Can I look, Master?" She asks quickly. "Please, please," she adds. It makes me want to make her wait. But I won't be cruel tonight. Not yet, anyway.

"Mhm, sure, darling. Eyes open."

"Oh, what's this?" Her smile is wide, as are her deep brown eyes that twinkle, too.

"Open it," I urge her on.

She does, the box folding open. A gasp follows when she takes in the three rows of linked chain stacked on top of each other, creating a thick collar out of pure sterling silver. There's one big O-ring in the front, one lock in the back—the key in the middle of the box, labeled "Baby Havoc".

Bella doesn't make a sound, her shoulders drooping down.

"Edward, what is this?"

Fuck. Something is wrong. When I look at her face, her smile is gone, replaced with a scowl, her brows furrowed. She's using my name, and not because she wants something.

"I—" I start, but can't finish because she's suddenly standing at her full height, looking taller than ever with an angry expression on her face.

"What the fuck, Edward?" She spits. "What, you think because I let you play with me a couple times you can give me that thing?" Havoc throws a dirty look at the collar that set me back six hundred dollars as if it's a dirty rag.

I'm hurt. And I can't even hide it. My palms grow clammy, hands shaking before I shove them in the pockets of my jeans.

"Baby, what the fuck?" I shake my head, feeling the frown etched in between my brows.

"Damn, you really are pathetic. I agreed to go out with you, to fuck you and to let you think you're in control sometimes, and you think you can fucking collar me?" She's almost shouting now, catching me completely off guard with her bitter tone.

She's lying to herself and she knows it. Havoc's in denial, again.

"Baby…" I sigh. Another setback after all I've done for her.

"Mistress Havoc, for you. Princess." She spits the title at me as if I'm the lowest of low and struts away from me.

"Nobody fucking owns me," she yells before she grabs her bag and slams my own front door in my face.

I hear her boots stomping down the hallway behind the door until she's out of earshot. Fuck. She's gone.

What have I done…