Chapter Five:
I was unprepared for the scene I was about to do with Edward. When he tried kissing me I panicked and retreated back into my new role of Domme. Just from the research I'd done and the education Edward had provided me I knew for certain that I would never officially live the BDSM lifestyle. I had no desire to control the life of a submissive; this was all about sex to me. Vanilla sex, as Edward called it, was unfulfilling. Jasper was all natural, no preservative, store brand vanilla bean. I've learned over the last two weeks that I needed Rocky Road with whipped cream and a maraschino cherry. Luckily for me, that was Edward's favorite flavor too.
I left him in the living room while I went to my bedroom to figure out what I was going to do. I had no plan but there were a few props I was eager to use so I worked backwards and created the scene around them. Embarrassingly, I had to quickly google one or two things and I watched a short tutorial on YouTube to make sure I had the right idea. I was sure that if Edward knew I was searching amateur Dom videos on the internet he would have called the whole thing off; I've been known to scare him a time or two. Being someone who was still learning I hoped I wasn't getting ahead of myself.
It seemed like a fitting occasion for me to try on the new black leather skirt and bodice that I'd purchased. I covered the outfit with a white satin robe tied tightly around my waist and I was ready to go. Nothing could have prepared me for what I found when I returned to the living room. Edward had tidied up, moved the books and drinks off the square wooden coffee table, and put away my art supplies. Propped up against the wall was my "man in chair" painting that Rose had said she liked. Apparently Edward liked it too. He was on top of the coffee table, naked and kneeling in his waiting position. His head was down and his breathing was soft and controlled. He was preparing himself for what was about to happen.
"Interesting location you chose," I stated as I approached him with the first prop. I noticed him trying not to smile. "Look at me."
Edward raised his head and we were nearly eye to eye as he knelt on my grandmother's oak parlor table. I stared into his green eyes for as long as I could tolerate before it felt like he was reading my mind. I pulled the swimming goggles from behind my back and showed them to him. They looked like any other pair of Speedos except these had blacked out lens.
"See me later," I teased as I placed them over his head and tightened the elastic strap so they were snug against his face.
Edward moaned softly as I saw his fingers twitching against his thighs as if he was struggling not to move them. "Do you trust me?" I asked.
"Yes," he replied confidently.
"Do you like my newest painting?"
"Yes. I can relate to the subject matter."
"How so?"
"Wooden chair. No clothes. Hands together as if waiting to be bound by rope. I've been there before."
"There's not much to the painting yet, are you sure that's what you saw in it?"
"I recognized a resemblance to myself," he added.
I smiled and quietly removed my white robe. "Well, I think I have your body committed to memory, so I wouldn't doubt that every nude painting I do from now on will be inspired by you."
"I'd let you paint me," he offered in a soft confident tone.
"I'll have to remember that." The idea of painting Edward in all sorts of exotic poses excited me greatly but I hadn't given it any thought until then. It would be something I'd have to strongly consider doing.
I walked around the table a few times to view him from every angle. Edward's body certainly was model quality. "I'm ready to begin. How do you feel about getting messy?"
"Whatever you desire," he whispered.
"Hold your hands out; I'm going to help you down."
Edward placed his hands in mine and I helped him off the table. "Stand here, I need to make a few quick changes to my plan." I'd wanted to handcuff Edward's hands behind his back but talking about my portrait inspired me to try something different. There was no You Tube tutorial for what I was about to do to Edward.
He stood still, listening for clues, with arms at his sides while I went to the closet to retrieve a spare bed sheet. I pushed the coffee table aside, draped the sheet over the floor, and retrieved a wooden chair from the kitchen table. I placed it in the center of the sheet and then helped Edward to sit down. His breathing started to accelerate because he was either nervous or excited. I hoped he was both.
"Place your arms along the sides of the chair; I'm going to handcuff you."
He did as I asked without hesitating and held still while I secured his wrists to the back of the chair with the metal cuffs. "Separate your knees. That's a good boy; I want to see every part of you. How does it feel to lose your free will?" I asked playfully.
"Very good, ma'am."
I paused, thinking about his answer. I knew he meant it; that surrendering his free will to me was a turn on. I didn't understand it because for me losing the slightest amount of control was frightening, but like he'd said before, our differences were what made us play well together. In keeping with that theme, I wanted him immobilized further so I used another set of cuffs to keep his ankles parted and attached to the legs of the chair.
I could feel myself getting aroused. Edward was spot on when he said I needed to objectify him to achieve sexual gratification. The more helpless he was the more aroused I became. I watched him, reveled at the minute movements he made to test out the restraints. We both knew he couldn't stand up; couldn't move an inch without help. I knelt before him and blew my warm breath over his cock. Edward whimpered and wiggled in the chair. Over and over I teased his cock with only my breath as I watched it slowly grow with arousal. When he was fully hard I surprised him by licking the tip and Edward convulsed.
"Oh shit," he said, letting out a little chuckle. He was enjoying himself and that made me feel good. I realized that the more times we played the more confident I became.
I stood up and went to the bathroom to get something I thought would be really fun. "I'm going to paint you, Edward, only not the way you are thinking." I opened a bottle of unscented massage oil and dribbled some over his chest and shoulders. I was sure it felt like one of my oil based paints to Edward. He gasped, surprised again.
"I hope you like purple," I teased.
I dipped one of my paint brushes in the oil and trailed the bristles down his left arm. Then I repeated the same motion on the right. Edward let me do it, thinking I was covering him in real paint but he never made any sound of protest. So I continued. I used the brush to coat his nipples and then tickled them with the other end of the brush. He groaned and puffed out his chest towards me. I made a mental note to ask him later if he'd ever used nipple clamps. I was willing to bet that he had.
Taking it a step further, my hands spread the oil evenly over his chest and abdomen. I loved touching him so I took my time coating his skin, now slippery and shiny; and I admired the state of his muscular body. He was beautiful, glistening, and erect; a perfect combination. My thumbs rubbed oil over his cheeks and I placed a kiss on his lips.
"What are you doing to me?" he asked breathlessly.
"Don't worry, you won't be purple forever."
"I'm not talking about the paint," he whispered. I didn't respond; not sure how to interpret his words. And the he said, "Hey, you missed a spot," thrusting his hips forward.
I intentionally hadn't oiled up his penis because I wanted to suck on it. "I know you want me to touch you there, Edward. That's why I'm not," I teased.
"Then let me touch you," he said moving his head left and right trying to find me.
It was still so important to me that Edward couldn't watch as I played with his body. If his green eyes met mine at that moment I'd have lost all the confidence that had built up inside me. It was my goal to soon let him see, but I hadn't reached that point yet. I wondered how long he would put up with my affliction.
"But I like you helpless," I said and tugged on his hair, bending his head back.
"With my mouth then," he pleaded. "Let me kiss your pussy."
I grabbed his cock and pumped it idly while I came up with a compromise. "I'm going to tip you," I warned and very carefully tilted the chair backwards until it was on its back, Edward still handcuffed in place. I made sure his arms and hands were off to the sides and not trapped underneath and placed a pillow under his head.
He was shocked by what I'd done. "Bella," he panted.
"I'm taking my clothes off," I said and bit my lip as I divested myself of the black leather get up Edward hadn't even seen yet. Soon, I told myself. Soon I'd let him see everything.
"Come to me," he pleaded, squirming in the chair.
I got down on my hands and knees and straddled his head. "You asked for this, so make it good," I ordered. My face was above his cock which I took in both hands and began fondling. With his head between my thighs I lowered myself enough for him to reach my flesh. It was the first time I let him taste me and he was very vocal with appreciation.
Edward was good, I had to admit that. He knew exactly what to do to draw me out of my shell and enjoy his expertise in oral pleasure. I rode his face while stroking his cock with one hand and massaging his balls with the other. Edward mewled, hummed, and soon began to pant. I knew he was close to orgasm, but needed a little bit more to get there. So I lowered my head and took him into my mouth until his cock hit the back of my throat. I closed my lips around him and sucked.
Suddenly Edward screamed and his orgasm rocketed through his body and down my throat. I felt his whole body convulse when it happened but it didn't keep me from rocking my hips against his face. I was too close to stop. He gasped for air a few times and then continued licking me until I was almost there. My fingernails dug into his thighs when I felt it happen; the kind or orgasm I'd never experienced before Edward but was now coming to expect whenever I was with him. I could never go back to my old life; this devious, perverted style of sex was too earth shattering to give up.
I rolled my weak body away from Edward and stretched out my arms and legs like a child does when making an angel in the snow. My breathing was loud and I giggled a few times as the feelings of euphoria slowly faded away. Edward was smiling and his head was turned towards me though the goggles I'd put over his eyes were still firmly in place. They were my new favorite prop; way more effective than a blindfold or scarf.
"Are you up for a little more fun?" I asked.
"You're not satisfied yet?" he questioned.
"Never. I'm serious... I diverted from my plan. A pro like you can come at least once more, right?"
"What did I tell you before? I can cum for you all night long."
I reached my hand over to him and ran my fingers through his hair soothingly. "Let me get dressed and then I'll unlock you."
"Don't get dressed," he urged.
I ignored him and put my leather bodice and skirt back on. Once I was covered I removed the goggles from his head. He blinked many times and frowned when he saw the clothes. I found the key to the handcuffs and released him. Like I had done a few minutes earlier, Edward rolled away from the wooden chair he'd been shackled to and collapsed on the floor.
"Okay, where do you want me?" he asked sleepily.
"On my bed. Get up and go into the bathroom to clean yourself off. I'll meet you in the bedroom."
My instructions reminded Edward about the oils I'd slathered on him and as he sat up he looked over his body. "I'm not purple," he stated plainly. The way he said it made me laugh out loud. "You were teasing?"
"It was massage oil. Now go do what I asked."
Edward begrudgingly got to his feet and shuffled down the hall to the bathroom. I heard the water running as I passed the closed door and went into the bedroom to prepare. I'd planned to do this part of the scene in the living room, but the bed would work just fine and it would be much more comfortable for Edward. I assumed he'd appreciate that after being stuck in that hard chair for so long.
I was ready when he appeared in the doorway of the room. He held a towel in his hand and was still drying off his skin. "Lay on the bed," I said wasting no time. He dropped the towel and moved into the center of the bed.
"I'm curious about what kinds of things you do with your male clients," I said as I walked over to the side of the bed and pulled open the top drawer. "You've mentioned butt plugs, so you've obviously let them fuck you in the ass. What other things do you do with men?"
"You really want to know?" Edward replied.
I nodded and climbed onto the bed to straddle his thighs. "Describe it to me. Does any of it turn you on?"
"Sometimes. I usually have to focus harder; think about the feelings of pleasure and not the person providing it. Some men like to use floggers on me. They also use riding crops and paddles. Like you just mentioned, they will often tie me up and fuck me."
My hands rubbed his chest and stomach, feeling the ripples of each muscle under my fingertips. "What do you like about it?"
Edward blushed and I knew for sure that there was something about sex with men that excited him. "Tell me what you like?"
"They're stronger; more demanding and forceful. This one man hired me to practice lots of different rope techniques. He got to be very good with them. He had this thing called an apparatus that hung from the ceiling. He'd suspend me and do all kinds of things. The men that are learning don't always consider my pleasure, but that man did. He always made sure I came."
"What about sucking their cocks? Didn't you ever have to do that?"
Edward looked at me warily. "Of course I did."
I nodded thoughtfully. "I've been thinking about how you'd look doing that. I want to see."
"Um... how would we do that?"
I reached into the top drawer of my dresser and pulled out a dildo shaped like a seven inch cock covered in a lifelike beige rubber. "Is that yours?" he asked clearly shocked to see it.
"Well, it wasn't Jasper's," I joked, running the tip of the dildo over his lips. "Is this okay?"
"I've done weirder things," he responded smirking. "A lot of them with you."
I touched his penis with my hand, and began rubbing it gently. With my other hand I teased his lips again with the rubber phallic. He opened obediently and I slid it a couple inches into his mouth. He closed his eyes for a moment and then opened them again. He stared at me as I slid it back and forth into his mouth pushing further with each pass.
Finally I felt his cock was hard in my hand. I inched my body up until we were aligned properly and grabbed a condom from the top of the dresser. As soon as I slid it over him he bucked his hips at me. He wanted me too. I smiled and positioning his cock under my little leather mini skirt. I was about to sink down on him when he mumbled something around the dildo.
"What did you say?" I asked as I removed it from his mouth.
"You forgot to blindfold me," he repeated.
"No, I didn't. I want to see your whole face. I'm okay," I assured him.
Edward smiled brightly; clearly pleased to see I was overcoming at least some of my fears. He wasn't tied up in any way and I was actually going to let him watch me fuck him. His green eyes weren't quite as intimidating with a dildo in his mouth. And I wasn't naked, but still it was progress. We looked one another in the eye as I lowered my hips onto his hard, waiting cock. His eyes rolled back into his head and his mouth fell open as we were joined fully. I wondered if he'd been doing that every time and I'd been missing it.
"Put your hands behind you head and open your mouth," I instructed as my hips began to rock against him.
He obliged and I slid that fake penis right back into his mouth. I couldn't deny it any longer that I definitely got off by objectifying Edward. The sight of his beautiful mouth being filled by a cock was kinky, but fucking his mouth and his dick at the same time really got me going.
Edward was trying to watch me but I could see the sensations overwhelming him and he eventually screwed his eyes shut tightly. I felt my orgasm approaching and sped up my rhythm as I watched Edward gagging with his mouth full of fake cock. As soon as it hit I yelled a string of curse words and tossed the dildo aside. I leaned forward, pressing my forehead against Edward's. His hands came out from behind his head but at that point I didn't care as I was riding out intense waves of passion. His hands grabbed my waist and pounded me against his cock a few times. His orgasm followed immediately and we were both panting and groaning from exhaustion.
I extricated his dick from my body and helped remove the condom. I needed a few more minutes to recover so I lay down on the bed beside him. We both lay on our backs staring at the ceiling.
"I've done a lot of things, but nothing quite like that," Edward whispered after a while.
I rolled onto my side and tucked my head into the crook of his neck, hiding from his face. "I don't know where it comes from. I can feel it deep inside; this need to control and dominate. I don't understand it."
"Do any of us really understand why we feel the way we do about anything? You're unusual, Bella. But that's what makes you special and so thrilling to play with. I wouldn't want you any other way."
His words gave me reassurance that I desperately needed. I didn't say anymore; just closed my eyes and let my emotions take over. A few tears fell from my eyes but I didn't know if Edward noticed. I think he might have because he wrapped one arm around my shoulder and held me for a long time. I hadn't let him do that before, but it felt too good to ask him to stop.
We both fell asleep in my bed that night, not waking until morning. I'd fucked Edward many times, but after that night I could say we'd truly slept together. And it felt almost as good as the sex.
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