Bonus Chapter Part Two
My dress was ripped, and his pants were soaked. We weren't going back into the theater and the night was still young. Edward sped home, so we could continue our night. He couldn't drive fast enough, I was so excited I could barely contain myself.
I knew what was coming, and it wasn't just sex it was something we haven't done since I found out I was pregnant. And tonight was the night, we were going to have a little BDSM time. I was getting wet just thinking about it.
He jerked the car into the garage, giving us privacy to walk into the house. We looked like we had just gotten into a fight or had intense sex in the car. Either way, I didn't want our neighbors seeing us like this.
"I'm going to go change," I said.
"Why we're stripping it off anyways."
"No, I have a special outfit in mind. Why don't you get set up?" I said as I dashed upstairs.
I threw my dress in the direction of the trashcan. It was ripped, no point in keeping it.
I grabbed the corset and laced it up. The laces were on the side, so I could do it myself. Then I slipped on a matching pair of see through panties. I gave myself a once over in the mirror and smiled. I bought this after our honeymoon, but never got the change to wear it.
I walked downstairs; Edward was in the process of setting up the dining room. We didn't have a playroom, yet, it was on our list of things to get to, so we just had to make do with the table.
He turned around after lighting the last candle and smiled. He looked me up and down.
"Mm, babe," he pulled me against him, "You look fucking incredible."
I smiled widely and licked his neck, "I bought it just for you."
He growled and lifted me onto the table, "Are you trying to drive me crazy?"
"Maybe a little," I whispered in his ear.
He growled again and nipped my collarbone, eliciting a gasp. He ground his erection against my covered crotch. I groaned, wrapping my legs around him.
"Mm, any demands for me master?" I asked.
If it were possible, I felt his cock become even harder under his clothes. He grinded harder against me. I moaned, rubbing his chest.
"I think I'm going to tie you up. And then have my way with you."
I bit my lip, "Mmm, I would love that master."
He pushed against my chest gently, silently instructing me to lay back. I smiled while he tied my wrists and ankles to the legs of the table. I felt so exposed, but it was fucking incredible. I can't believe we had gone four months without this.
"Good god, you look so fucking amazing tied like this. So vulnerable and at my mercy," He ran his hand along my stomach, his eyes raking up and down my form, "I could fuck you right now, but, I think I want to tease you for a bit."
"Please master, do what you want to me." I begged.
He chuckled, his hand rubbing my lower lips, spreading the wetness around. I gasped at the contact, his finger barely brushing my clit. My hips raised on their own, desperate for more attention.
He smiled and rubbed his hand around my thighs and hips, purposefully missing any of my erogenous spots. I closed my eyes and prayed silently that he would touch me.
"I want to put a gag in your mouth but, I think I want you to have to beg me to let you cum."
His fingers grabbed my nipples and pinched, teasing my breast. I gasp, a little twinge of pain was mixed in the pleasure, my nipples hadn't hardened from breast feeding, so I was still a little tender. He stared at me for a moment then smiled when he realized I liked the pain. His fingers squeezed harder.
"Fuck, you're amazing. My favorite little pleasure slave."
"All yours master." I moaned.
"Damn right it's all mine," He harshly let go of my nipple, "I think I need to tease you a bit."
He walked away but returned with our box of toys. I smiled, ready for whatever he was going to give me. He set the box on the table beside my head and started digging through it. He smiled and pulled out our high-tech vibrator. He turned it on, it buzzed to life.
"This thing hasn't gotten much use. I think we should use it. What do you think my little slave?"
"I think it's an amazing idea, master."
He turned it onto a higher setting and pressed it above my hard nipple. I closed my eyes again, the vibrations making me shiver.
"Seems you like this," He moved it over my nipple, my eyes rolled back.
"I do master."
He set the vibrator aside and reached back into the box. I craned my neck to try and see what he was grabbing. What he pulled out next had me chuckling with excitement.
"These also haven't been used in a while, I think we should use them." He placed the nipple clamps tightly onto my nipples, pausing each time to make sure I wasn't in uncomfortable pain. He flicked them, causing me to gasp and strain upward.
He grabbed the vibrator and moved it down my body. As he approached my center, he slowed. I bit my lip to keep from begging for more.
"Where do you want the vibrator?"
"On my pussy," I whimpered.
"I would ask you to beg me, but I don't think you've earned it quite yet."
"Please tell me what I can do to earn it master, please. I'll do anything."
He stroked his erection, "It's been awhile since I've had a good blowjob."
"I'll do anything." I said, licking my lips.
He smiled and moved to the end of the table to untie my legs. Once that was untied, he pulled me up to the edge of the table, so my head was arched over the edge.
"Keep your legs opened. If you close them, you won't cum." He said.
I opened my legs, letting my knees rest on the table. I opened my mouth so he could slide his cock in. I gagged a few times, trying to get myself used to this awkward position and the fact that my gag reflex hadn't been used in the past four months.
Once I stopped gagging, he started gently thrusting into my mouth. I loved his cock in my mouth. I loved his cock in other places on my body. My pussy got even wetting just by me thinking about his cock inside of me.
I jumped when I felt the vibrator on my clit. It felt so fucking good, but I wanted more. I needed more. I would say something but with his dick in my mouth, I couldn't say anything.
He thrusted a few more times before pulling out.
"Shit, you're mouth feels amazing." He said, his eyes closed as he breathed heavily, "I need to stop before I cum in your mouth."
I smiled, licking my lips, "Have I earned it master?"
He smiled, "I think you've earned a choice." He said, "The vibrator? Or my mouth."
"Your mouth. Definitely. Please master."
He smiled and moved to the end of the table. He grabbed my hips and pulled me down to his mouth. I lifted my hips as his mouth moved against my thigh. He nipped the skin there, making sure to leave hickies. I wanted to fuss at him, but I couldn't bring myself to do so. It felt so good.
When he blew against my hot center, I thought I'd lose it. Just him blowing was enough to drive me crazy. And when his flat tongue licked from my hole to my clit, well, I suddenly felt sympathy for not fucking him these last few months.
His hands wrapped around my legs as he began nibbling my clit. He made sure to stay there for a few minutes, working me up and driving me crazy. Once he was satisfied with his work on my clit, he raised his head and shoved two fingers inside of me, curling them when he felt my g-spot.
I gasped, my legs opening wider. It felt incredible. He chuckled and bit down on my clit, causing me to cry out.
"More!" I begged helplessly.
"More what?" He said teasingly, his tongue flicking over my clit.
"Oh fuck," I cried, "Please fuck me! Fuck me please master fuck me!" I begged.
He growled and stood, grabbing my hips and slamming his cock into me. I gasped, back arched as his cock filled me. He groaned, head thrown back eyes rolling. He started at a harsh pace, his fingers digging into my hips, surely leaving bruises.
He looked over, seeing the discarded vibrator and grabbed it. He cranked it up to its full vibration mode and leaned back just enough to wedge it between us. I gasped, his cocking pounded into me and the vibrator against my clit was overwhelming.
"My I cum!" I yelled, barely able to get the words out.
"Fucking cum," He groaned, eyes closed, "Cum as much as you fucking want."
"Oh god," I screamed as I felt my orgasm hit me. He grunted as he felt my pussy milk his cock. His thrusts became even sharper, hitting my g-spots perfectly. As soon I reached the peak of my first orgasm, I felt another one coming on.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I chanted over and over as my overworked pussy dove into the next orgasm.
Edward grabbed my face, the vibrator still wedged between us and working against my clit. His mouth covered mine, our tongues moving against each other. My next orgasm hit and when it did, he kept his mouth against mine, taking in my gasps and moans.
Edward leaned back, I thought he was done, but instead one of his hands grabbed my leg and forced it down onto the table while his other hand pressed the vibrator harder against my clit and started moving it, adding to my pleasure.
"I want to see you cum again." He growled, his cock still thrusting into me.
"Oh, fuck please," I muttered incoherently as my overly sensitive pussy was being forced into another orgasm.
My body was shaking uncontrollably as my third orgasm hit me like a wrecking ball. It was even more powerful than the last two, which probably had something to do with the over sensitivity of my pussy. When I fell over the edge this time, I felt like I was free falling into a steaming volcano full of pleasure.
Edward groaned my name and dropped the vibrator as he thrusted a few more times into me. I felt his cock tense and twitch inside of me as he came. He fell over, cock still in me, as he came down from his own high. I stared at the ceiling, my heart still pounding like a war drum and my body still quivering.
It had to have been close to ten minutes before Edward finally lifted up off of me, his arms shaking as he could barely hold himself up.
"Fuck," was all he said in a breathless voice.
I nodded, unable to speak.
He pulled out of me with a wet plop then untied the ropes that were holding my wrist. I slowly pulled my hands over my chest, feeling my heart beating through my skin.
"I think you might have to carry me to bed." I whispered as he slumped down into the chair.
"Gimme a second," He said as he rubbed his hands over his face, "That was fucking incredible."
I nodded, "Yes, it fucking was."
He smiled and stood, wincing as he walked to the table, "Jesus, I think you puss almost ripped my dick off."
I laughed, "I've been doing my kegels."
He snorted, "I can tell. Jesus Christ, I hurt."
"Take me to bed now. I'm exhausted."
"Yeah, three orgasms later you better be tired." He lifted me off the table, my legs wrapped around his waist. I looked back at our messy dining room.
"We'll clean it tomorrow. Let's have a night filled with uninterrupted sleep." He said.
"Sounds great."
He walked up the stairs and fell onto the bed, rubbing his face and yawning. I smiled and tapped his nose. He chuckled and pulled me into a tight embrace.
"I love you," I muttered into his ear as I let my eyes close.
"I love you too."
The Next Morning
When I stretched the next morning, I was sore. I sat up and hissed, the most pain coming from my nipples. I looked down to see that we had forgotten to take the nipple clamps off. Slowly, I pried them off my nipples.
"Shit," I hissed as I released the clamps. Damn, that hurt.
Edward moved beside me and looked over. He smiled and threw an arm over my legs.
"Good morning beautiful." He said through a stretch.
"Good morning," I said as I rubbed my tender breasts. Not only were my nipples hurting from the clamps but also from the fact that I had forgotten to pump last night as well. My breasts were swollen.
"I need to pump," I reached over and grabbed the pump that I kept in my nightstand.
"I need to pee," He said as he got out of bed. He paused, doubling over and grabbing his morning wood, "Shit. I'm sore."
I laughed, "Well, I think we might've gone overboard a little."
He looked at me and nodded, then walked into the bathroom.
"We definitely need to shower before we meet everyone for breakfast." I said.
"Okay," he yelled, "Wanna take one together?" He asked suggestively.
"I thought you were sore?" I asked.
"I can power through," He finished and leaned against the doorway, his morning wood still standing proudly.
I laughed, "I need to finish pumping. And we're supposed to be meeting your parents in like an hour."
"Which is why we should shower together. You finish pumping, I'll call my parents and ask them if they'll be alright pushing it to eleven instead of nine. Make it brunch."
I smiled, "Go call them."
Old Town Diner
Edward and I were the second ones to arrive at brunch. Rosalie, Emmett and Emalie were already waiting inside. Emmett smirked when we walked in.
"You're limping there buddy, feeling okay?" He asked.
"I've never felt better," Edward said, his arm wrapping around me.
Rosalie giggled, "So it seems you two had a good night."
"Our night was amazing," I said as I looked over to Edward, "Our morning was pretty amazing too."
Emmett punched Edward's shoulder playfully and they fell into a hushed conversation. Esme and Carlisle walked in with Mason. I walked over to them and pulled Mason out of Esme's arms.
"Good morning my little sweet mess," I said as I kissed his cheeks, "How was he last night?"
"He was so good," Esme said, "Slept through the night like a little angel."
"He slept through the night for you? What the heck Mason," I laughed as I held him in the air, "You can't sleep through the night for mommy and daddy?"
He cooed and kicked his little legs. I handed him off to Edward who had walked up behind us.
"What's that I hear," Edward said as he lifted him up, "You slept through the night at grandma and grandpa's house? Well why can't you do that at our house? Huh?"
I shook my head, smiling, "Maybe we'll just have to let him sleep over at his grandparent's house more often."
Edward looked over at me and smiled, "We just might."