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47. Edward

I curse my way through traffic. Another Friday night spent working late, in meetings with dipshits who think I don't have anything better to do with my time than listen to them whine about profits and cover releases.

Once I'm home, I take a hot shower and dress to impress my girl. I took a page out of Jasper's book and bought new leather trousers. They're skinny, cargo-style with pockets along the sides, and I pair them with Bella's favorite belt. My shirt is black linen, a pirate-esque cut with bell sleeves and a deep V in the front that's obscured by thin laces. I grab my rings and run my fingers through my hair while it's still damp. Bella loves it without product and slightly unkempt.

I'm late to the party, arriving only after nine, but the lights are on behind Rosalie's purple, damasque drapes, and I spot three cars I recognize on the big driveway.

I'd be lying if I say I'm not nervous. I'm scared shitless, even after Bella's text from earlier this week. It's the most I've heard from her since our little incident last week, and it's been killing me not to call her, go see her, but Rose told me to stick with the hard-to-get, so I did.

Emmett opens the door, feet and chest bare, dark jeans encasing firm thighs and Rosalie's chain around his neck. His head is bowed slightly after he acknowledges my presence. "Master Masen," he says. "Please come in."

He escorts me through his and Rosalie's home. The main floor is quiet, dimly lit and clean. It smells like flowers with hints of citrus fruits. The music and voices guide us through the house, around the kitchen where a double, glossy black door gives way to a staircase that leads to the basement. Bella once told me Rosalie paid good money to convert the space into a luxurious, glamour-type dungeon. When Emmett motions for me to go down the stairs, I'm definitely impressed.

He walks two steps behind me as we descend into the soundproofed basement. I already spot a St. Andrews cross in the left-hand corner, and I can tell it's all custom made, all black with blood-red velvet accents.

I spot Jasper and Alice talking to the couple of switches I met at the club, Rose dressed in her signature red, a latex dress this time that fits her like it's painted on. It's sleeveless, short, and has a high neck. She wears it with layered gold necklaces, black stockings, and red, high-heeled stilettos. The heels are five inches, and sharp as a butcher's knife.

She puts one manicured hand on the hand of the woman she's talking to, excusing herself, before walking my way. Her hair is down and pin-straight, smile wide and inviting.

"Edward, hi, you made it." She snaps her fingers and Emmett appears with a tray filled with drinks. I grab a glass of the pink champagne before she dismisses her sub to go serve the rest of the party.

"Sorry I'm late. I had a meeting from hell that ran so much longer than necessary."

"I understand, Bella thought you might not be coming, though." She chuckles and sips a glass of sparkling water with lime. I almost down my entire glass in one go and Rose laughs. "You know I have a two-drink limit tonight, right? It's a play party after all," she says, wiggling her brows.

I laugh.

"Of course, just rinsing down the bad taste of corporate life," I say.

Jasper steps onto the little platform near the back wall of the basement, clinking his glass with the ring on his left pointer finger, calling all attention to himself.

"Where is Bella, Milady?" I wonder. I still haven't seen her anywhere.

"Be a good boy and have some patience," she says with a wink.

"You know that only works when Havoc tells me that," I tell her.

"Mhm," she muses. "Yes, and that's the beauty of it all."

I turn and focus on the stage, on Jasper in a black boiler suit he's decked out with pins and chains. It's unbuttoned on the top, leaving his chest bare, his necklaces on display. His nails are painted black, too, as dark as the liner that's smoked out across his eyelids. How he manages to pull it off, is a mystery to me, but Jasper wouldn't be Jasper without the bling, the outfits, or the flair with which he walks through life.

"I want to thank my lovely sister for showing us around in her beautiful playroom. I'm sure we all will be able to have fun tonight," he says, winking at Alice. "But first, since we're all here now, let's leave the digital world behind and put our phones and smartwatches in the ice bucket over on Emmett's tray." My little kitten will come collect them, and she'll tell me if someone refuses," Jasper laughs. I power off my phone and give it to Alice, who comes by with a little basket, and watch as the others do the same. There are eight of us here, and I wonder why I haven't seen Bella, still.

"I like putting on a good show just as much as the next guy, but if I say this act is special, you better believe it."

The lights dim overhead, the wall lights casting a red hue over the walls as the chandelier's lightbulbs change color as well. It gives the room a different vibe, a sex vibe I feel in my bones. Just when I think Jasper is talking out of his ass, I gasp audibly when a door I hadn't noticed before opens. I'd know her figure anywhere, especially in the shadows. Baby Havoc.

She's dressed to kill, all black and a little tight skirt that makes my mouth water. Her endlessly long legs end in the boots I love so much, and she's wearing that harness I bought her a while back, even though she insisted on paying me back. Her black, long hair is down and perfectly wavy, just the way I prefer it, and there's a silk bag in her hands. With her head bowed low, she accepts the cushion Jasper places on the floor in front of her and sits down on her knees in her waiting pose. My heart skips a beat when I realize what she's doing, how she's presenting herself. Mine.

"I don't think I have to call him over, do I, Masen?" I don't give Jasper two more seconds to speak, because I make my way to the front as fast as my legs will carry me.

"What's this?" I ask quietly, down on one knee so I can look her in the eyes. I tip Bella's chin up with one finger, and spot the apology that's swimming around in coffee browns so dark they're almost black. She doesn't speak, and I know it's because I haven't told her she was able to.

"I asked you a question, baby Havoc…" my tone is authoritative and my voice low, just the way her pussy likes it. I wonder if she's wearing anything under that scandalous skirt of hers. It almost shows her ass in the position she's in.

"This is for you, Master." She shoves the silk bag my way, and it's surprisingly heavy when I pick it up.

"A gift, for me?" I ask her. She nods quietly, but I tip her head back again and narrow my eyes, warning her. The glint in her eyes tells me she's doing this on purpose.

"Yes, Master." I will never tire of hearing her call me by my title. Never.

As I gaze down her torso, tits pushed together and encased with the red leather, I'm hard already. And she hasn't even taken her clothes off, has barely spoken to me.

I untie the silk strings and open the bag, my brow arching when I see the contents. I bite my lip.

"Ah, baby Havoc brought Master a collar, heh?" I spit out the words as if it angers me, but I'm touched. I barely know what to say. She's rendered me almost speechless, but I keep up appearances. Now is not the time to show my emotions all the way. Not yet.

"It's not as pretty as the collar Master presented me, I know. But I have to deserve the right to wear that one, don't you think, Master?"

Fuck, this girl, this bratty attitude in her eyes mixed with the sincerity of her words.

"You feel bad now for leaving without it, don't you, little Havoc?" She secretly loves it when I use her Domme title while she subs for me, although Isabella Swan will never tell. I decide to torment her even more, take it up a notch.

"How does a princess feel without her tiara?" I ask her, my voice lethally soft. Bella licks her lips and almost smirks at me.

"As empty as my poor little pussy without your beautiful cock."

I swallow hard, imagine just that: me inside her, all night long.

I slap her across the cheek, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make her gasp, eyes widening.

"Where are your manners, baby Havoc?"

"I'm sorry," she starts before the smirk is back. "As empty as my pussy without your cock, Master."

"Good girl," I praise and stand up to my full height. She looks tiny on her knees like that. I like it.

"What does my girl wish to attain with this?" I ask, motioning to the collar and leash in patent leather. It smells divine, almost as good as Bella's perfume.

"To publicly show my submission to Master Masen, his ownership of me if he'd still want it, Master."

My heart almost stutters at her words. As if I'd decline.

So this was what Rose was talking about, the apology of Isabella Swan.

"Get up and face the wall," I bark. She rises to her feet gracefully, stands before me with a straight back and shoulders.

I slide the leather around Bella's delicate neck, holding it a little tighter than it needs to be until she releases a whimper. My right hand glides down her torso while I hold the collar in my left. Her breathing quickens when I pass her tit and squeeze her through the flimsy bra, nipples hard. I moan into her neck as I nuzzle her, savoring the scent of decadent perfume heated by her skin.

She whimpers again when I crush her back to my front so Bella can feel what she does to me. What her submission does to me. I chuckle when she grinds her ass against my aching cock, but tighten my grip on her collar again, making her take in a sharp breath. "Easy, girl," I whisper into her ear.

"This what you want?" I ask, loosening my grip and pulling the strap of leather through the buckle at the back of her neck.

"Please, Master. Collar me." Her voice is nothing but a breathy sigh, coaxing me in, seducing me to fasten the leather and make her mine for all her friends to see.

I don't have eyes for anyone except for my girl, but hear a couple kiss behind me before there's a slap on their ass. Delightful.

"There, little baby. Happy now?" I turn her in my arms but her head is down low, eyes cast on the toes of my boots. Good girl.

"Master?" She sounds shy and innocent, so unlike my Havoc.

"Yes, princess?"

"You're forgetting something," she says.

She means the leash, but I haven't forgotten at all. The leash hangs limply from my shoulder, and I take it, fold it in half, and whip it against her barely clad ass. She moans.

"That's for judging my behavior," I purr. "You should know by now that Master doesn't leave anything to chance, baby Havoc."

"I'm sorry, Master."

"That's alright," I start. "There are a few ways how you can make it up to me," I smirk, thinking about the way her little cunt clings to my cock when I fuck her, but right now, I want something else. Her hot, perfect lips sucking me into oblivion. "You want to do that with an audience? Or go mingle?" I give her a choice because I don't want to freak her out.

"Whatever you prefer, Master. I want everyone to know I'm yours." Her words, along with the look on her gorgeous face ignite a fire even brighter than before. It burns through me, through my soul, illuminating my heart and making it glow so much it's almost impossible to keep my feelings to myself. But I won't ambush Havoc with my heart's truth right now, not in front of all these people. I don't want her to run again, not when she's given me so much tonight.

"Take out my cock, then, baby."

She's as eager as I am, undoing my belt, the heavy buckle hitting my thighs as Bella works on the zipper. Her hands glide over the leather around my legs, her touch magnificent. Her lips part and she licks her lips when she realizes I'm not wearing underwear. Bella pulls my pants down far enough so she has the best access, but they only fall down just below my balls since they're so tight.

"Good," I continue, and stroke her hair softly. "Now show me how much you want me." I don't have to tell her twice, her tongue swirling around the swollen head of my cock, getting me nice and wet before she starts sucking on my balls. I look down at her, so pretty on her knees, but stop talking for now, truly enjoying the way she feels, the eagerness with which she takes my balls in her mouth all I want to focus on.

I spit down, hitting her cheek until it slides down her face. She moans and licks my saliva off her lips before taking my cock into her mouth. I hit her the back of her throat, grunt as she keeps on pushing until I slide down a little further. "God, that mouth of yours…"

That's when I take over, grabbing the leash and winding the length of it around my wrist until my knuckles touch the front of her neck where it's attached to the O-ring. My cock slides even deeper down her throat, and I moan at the feel of it, at the sight of Havoc on her knees. She lets me fuck her face relentlessly, and I'm making a mess of her beautiful face. Mascara runs down her cheeks while she chokes on me, her sounds just as delicious as her actions. I'm in heaven, I'm sure of it.

"That's it, little Havoc, taking my cock like the champion you are. You're loving this with the audience, don't you, baby?"

Her answer is a moan that makes my dick tingle, and I feel my balls draw tighter and tighter with every stroke of her tongue. It's wet, so fucking wet, simply divine, but I don't want to come yet.

I yank her leash, pulling her off my cock with a loud pop. There's a cute little pout on Havoc's face, and I chuckle at her expression. Like I took away her favorite toy.

"You're making a mess, princess," I tell her. There's spit all over the front of my pants, and her eyes narrow. "You like it sloppy, don't you?"

She nods furiously. "Of course, Master. It's what drives you wild, after all." Her reply makes my stomach flutter, and although there's a no penetration rule at the party, I'm dying to bury my cock so deep inside Havoc that she'll still feel it in a week.

"Mhm, yeah. You're right about that. Then again, everything about you drives me wild." It's the most of my feelings I'll reveal until we're in a more private environment.

"Master?" She speaks out of turn, but I can't be angry at her, not with the way Havoc's looking at me: like I hung the moon myself.

"Yes, baby?"

"I'd like your cum in my mouth, please." Her eyes are pleading as she bites her lower lip, and I smile down at the beautiful creature at my feet.

"Then come and fucking get it."

Havoc's mouth is relentless. She's risen upon her knees, one hand on my thigh and the other on hers while she sucks me off as no one has ever before. She's tongue and teeth in a devious rhythm, and I've forgotten all about the crowd, even though I hear some of them are playing around as well. I don't even bother looking, because I've got all I need, right here in front of me.

"Come on, baby, just like that," I urge her on, my fingers in her hair while I'm still tugging her leash with the other. It's push and pull, as it always is with us.

Bella goes deep, so fucking deep I feel it in my bones, licking my balls while I'm all the way down her throat. I feel my orgasm get closer and closer, hotter with every second that ticks by, so hot it burns.

I come with a loud grunt, head thrown back but my eyes still planted firmly on hers. This bitch is going to fucking kill me.