A/N: Serious chapter here. Next time we'll get back to the fun. And just a few chapters away from explaining that prologue I wrote so, so long ago!
Chapter 10:
Edward began avoiding me in the days following our visit to Janice and Ian's house. I didn't understand what I did to make him so distant, but there were clear signs that something was off between us. After Alice and I chatted the night he took me back to his apartment, I decided to go home instead of staying there until morning. It felt wrong to sleep in his bed since I'd never even been in his room, and I didn't want to sleep in a chair all night. Alice told me she would explain to Edward in the morning that he had fallen asleep and that she and I talked for a bit. We agreed neither of us would mention the substance of our conversation to him. So I didn't understand why he would be avoiding contact with me. All I did after he fell asleep was talk to his sister and then go home.
Still, something had to be wrong with Edward because it had been several days since that night and most of my text messages went unanswered. The few he responded to were short and noncommittal. It was extremely unlike Edward not to want to make plans to play with me. As each day went on, I began wondering if perhaps Alice did tell him that we'd discussed his sex addiction and his family's money. Was he ashamed? Angry? Or was it something else? Did Edward regret bringing me to his home that night? Maybe he wished I hadn't seen where he lived or met his sister. If bringing me back to his home was too real for Edward, then we weren't building the relationship I thought we were. I knew he rarely told his clients much about his personal life, and the fact that I knew more than anyone else made me feel like I'd penetrated the shell he'd built around himself. I liked feeling close to Edward, but I didn't know what exactly that meant for us.
I needed his friendship for sure. Edward had taught me so much already about my need for D/s. And I'd love for him to be my submissive as I continued to grow into my role as domme. But I knew that anything more than that was not an option. His addiction to sex went beyond his submissive tendencies. He enjoyed playing with new women all the time and experiencing sex with a variety of people. It was why he'd given up looking for a girlfriend and it was why I knew that even though we seemed to have some sort of feelings for one another, it wasn't going to lead anywhere. While I wanted to learn all I could about D/s and then find a partner who could give me both submission and love, Edward was committed to feeding his excessive sexual appetite. I saw that it was possible for Janice and Ian to live this lifestyle and have a marriage, and that gave me hope to find the same kind of relationship. But I wasn't going to share my submissive with anyone else and that meant Edward could not be the partner I was ultimately looking for. What we wanted were too different things.
While I kept reminding myself that Edward and I could not be anything more than friends, I still craved him in more ways than one and it was driving me crazy not knowing why he had suddenly shut me out. Four days passed and when he never showed for our usual weekly night together, I started getting more apprehensive. I needed answers. I'd spent the day painting; hoping that would help keep my mind off of him, but it's quite difficult not to think of a person when your distraction tactic is to paint their naked body on a five foot tall canvas. I told myself that perhaps this was all in my head and there'd be a knock on my door any minute. Edward would apologize for running late and I'd tease him about forgetting which woman he was supposed to be fucking that night.
I couldn't kid myself though. I didn't really think Edward had his schedule mixed up. He may have been sharing his dick with a number of different women (and men), but he never got confused about who's day it was. I was angry with myself for getting so attached to him. It hurt more than it should when I thought about the possibility that he just didn't want to see me anymore. It seemed unlikely that Edward would decide so suddenly that he was done with me, but I just couldn't shake that fear. It bothered me to think how much I'd grown to care about him and the life he was exposing me too. If he was really doing this to me, I knew I couldn't just pick myself up off the floor and move on this time. It had been hard enough to get over Jasper. Getting over Edward seemed a hundred times harder.
I was pondering all this when my phone rang, at nine o'clock, an hour after I'd have expected Edward to be at my apartment if everything between us was fine. As it turned out, everything was not fine. "Hello, Edward?" I answered in a shaky voice.
"Hi, Bella. I'm sorry, but I'm not going to be able to come by tonight," he replied. His voice was stiff and he sounded ill.
"I figured you weren't coming. You haven't really spoken to me in days. What's wrong with you?"
He sighed and it sounds like whatever had happened to him was something he really didn't want to be telling me. I grew increasingly worried as the seconds ticked by. "I just need to take care of a few things before I can play with you again."
"I was worried that I did something to upset you the other night. You know, leaving your apartment without saying goodbye," I offered.
"No, Bella, you've done nothing wrong."
"Then tell me what's going on, Edward. Did something bad happen?"
"I've just had a minor setback at work. It's been a lot to deal with; had to make a lot of calls," he said.
Calls? I could tell in my gut that Edward's news was going to be bad, and I was growing irritated as he evaded my questions. "Whatever it is you can tell me," I pleaded.
There was silence on the line and I prepared myself for whatever was coming. "One of my coworkers who also moonlights for Emmett... he got his quarterly STD results back and he tested HIV positive."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," I replied stupidly. "I can see how that puts a damper on your business. Do you know this guy well?"
"I don't see him around very much, but his well being is not my concern," Edward said frustrated. "Emmett put a hold on all clients, escorting and other services, until everyone's client list could be reviewed."
"What does that mean?"
"It means Emmett is doing damage control; trying to make sure none of his employees or clientele is at risk. It turns out this guy and I have shared a few clients in the past six months so I've been blacklisted until I can prove a clean bill of health."
"Oh my God, Edward. So the client who infected your coworker may have also slept with you?"
"We don't know which client is was, but yup, I could have come in contact with him or her."
"Have you gone to be tested yet?" I asked in shock. Suddenly, I was nauseous and could feel the walls closing in on me. This was so bad.
"Yes, two days ago. The doctor is supposed to call me with the results by tomorrow. Until then I can't see any of my clients. And I've had to call every one of them and recommend they be tested too."
Something dawned on me then and I went from feeling panic to anger. "Wait a minute, is that why you finally called me? Not because you missed me or wanted to tell me what's been going on with you, but because I'm on your list of At Risk Clients?"
He didn't answer and I became angrier. "Edward? Answer me now," I said using my most stern domme voice.
Adhering to his submissive nature, Edward finally answered me. "It was both. I've missed you very much the past few days, but I've been afraid to tell you the truth. It kills me that I may have put you at risk, Mistress," he said. "And I can't stand the possibility that you may not want to train with me any longer."
"Oh, Edward," I whispered. "I'm very frightened for you right now, but I don't want to stop seeing you. You're more than sex to me. How could you doubt that?"
"I don't know," he replied. "My brain's kind of fried from all of this. I don't know what to do. A lot of my clients have already been scared off. Emmett says I can't work. So I can't fuck..."
"Aren't you more worried about being infected?" I interrupt. How could his biggest concern be about losing his clientele?
"I don't think I have HIV," he insisted. "The testing and blacklisting are just precautions Emmett is taking to cover his own ass."
"If you fucked some of the same people this other guy did then you are very much at risk," I said calmly. I wondered if Edward was in denial or just trying to shield me from the fear he must be feeling.
"I can't be sick. I need this job. And I need to be around for Alice. I'm the closest family she has."
"Have you told her?"
"She can't know about this. I'll get the results in another day or so and then this will be over," he said.
"Is she home? You shouldn't be alone right now."
"No, she's out with some friends. I heard you guys hit it off the other night," he said; trying to distract me from the serious conversation we were having.
"We did. Alice is great. Look, Edward... I can't stand the thought of you going through this all by yourself so I'm coming over there. Don't even try to stop me." Then I hung up the phone and ran to grab my purse and keys.
In the car, I cried almost all the way to Edward's apartment. It hit me as I was driving that I had been exposed to the disease too. My whole life could change with one phone call, and it would be at least another day until it came. I wondered if I was crazy to get involved with a man like Edward. He put himself at risk every day and I saw no end in sight. I knew that if his doctor gave him a clean bill of health then he would run right out to find the first woman who was willing to fuck him. And if it wasn't me, then it would be someone else.
Edward wasn't going to let this scare change the course of his behavior. No matter how I felt about him or his life choices, I knew I couldn't stop him. We weren't in a relationship; we were hardly anything to each other at all. He was training me to be a good domme. And we were friends. But Edward had needs; and he would satisfy his urges whether I was there to assist or not.
For the first time, I truly considered the risks I'd been taking with Edward. During the past month or so, I'd been floating from one orgasmic high to another, refusing to contemplate the real life implications of what Edward and I were doing. But now shit was getting real.
Edward's life was full of risk. Let's be honest, Emmett's business model was not exactly legal. As Alice had plainly stated, Edward was a prostitute- legally speaking, that is. Of course, I knew that there was more to it than that. Edward found joy helping people like me learn about this lifestyle and become good at it. Plus, he loved the sex, so it was hardly unwilling prostitution when he so clearly enjoyed doing it.
There was also the secrecy, not just from the police but also his sister. As much as Alice thought she knew, she didn't know the entire truth. Edward could never be completely honest with her about why he felt he needed to work for Emmett, or what exactly he did with them. I also had to lie to the people closest to me. I couldn't even begin to contemplate Rose or Jasper or Jacob finding out about the deviant sexual desires I've been indulging in lately.
And now there was danger too. Edward could be sick. He could have contracted an incurable illness and passed it along to me too. If we survived this health scare, there would be others. Edward hadn't stopped subbing for MMM clients even after he told me I owned him and I wasn't under any delusion that he could be satisfied by one woman; one sexual partner. If I chose to continue seeing him, I would be putting my own health at risk to do it.
I was still in tears as I rode the elevator up to his apartment. I didn't even care. Edward needed to confront what was happening, maybe then he would reconsider the life he'd chosen for himself. I expected him to be mad that I insisted on coming over, but I must have looked terrible because when he opened the door he just swept me into his arms and let me cry. He guided me down the hall and into his bedroom, sitting me down on the edge of his bed.
"I'm so sorry, Bella. What can I do?" he asked.
"Just hold me," I whispered.
Edward wrapped his arms around my shoulders and we sat on his bed until I could get my emotions under control. In an attempt to distract myself, I looked around his bedroom for the first time. I noticed a lot of things that surprised me. First, Edward was very neat. His bed was made, there were no clothes anywhere on the floor, and his bookshelves were meticulously organized. There were so many books and he had them shelved by color and size. There was no mirror in his room which I found odd, but maybe it wasn't so unusual for a guy? The wall opposite his bed was completely covered in photographs. Most were tacked to the wall with pushpins. Hardly any were framed, but the ones that were looked like family members. I recognized Alice in several. The rest of the pictures were 4x6 sized shots of women. Most were wearing underwear, others were fully clothed. But there were dozens of them, and a different girl in every photo.
"Are those all of your conquests?" I asked glumly.
Edward pulled back to look at my face. His eyes followed mine to the wall. "Yes, you could say that. Just some of my favorite clients over the years," he explained.
"There's so many of them," I commented, still unsure how I felt about seeing this. I'm sure these women meant for their pictures to be viewed only by Edward. So much for confidentiality...
"I didn't sleep with them all. Only the ones in their underwear were sexual encounters. The other women are escort clients."
"Why aren't I up here, then?" I asked curiously.
Edward chuckled. "I don't know. You're different with me."
"Different how?"
"You're just... more than a notch on my bedpost, I guess."
I nodded quizzically and stood up to inspect the wall of women. I noticed something missing from the pictures. "None of these are men," I said.
Edward smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "Alice doesn't know about the men I've fucked and I'd prefer to keep it that way. She thinks I'm a pig just for having these here; it might be too much for her to see the ones of the dudes."
"So you do have pictures of the men you've... slept with?"
Edward nodded. "Yes. I keep those hidden, along with all the nude shots."
I chose not to delve deeper into that comment. "And these over here... these are your parents?" I asked, pointing to one of the framed photographs.
"Yes, this is them here, with Alice and me on vacation. And this one is Christmas day at my grandmother's house."
I smiled at the family photos, seeing a completely different side of Edward in them. I wish I got to see that side more often. "I like this one," I said pointing to one of Edward and his father at a football game. They are wearing Raven's jerseys and Edward looks like he must have been seventeen or eighteen in the photo.
"That's the last picture of my dad before the accident. That was the last day we spent together before they were killed."
We stayed silent for a few moments, lost in our own thoughts as we looked at his family pictures. I wondered if Edward would have turned to escorting if his parents hadn't of died when he was so young. Seeing all these women's faces adorn his bedroom wall made me think that it was Edward's way of warding off the loneliness I knew he felt. It was devastating to me to think that all Edward had in this world was his sister and the women in those photographs.
"I'm going to lose my job if my test comes back positive," he mumbled staring at his wall.
I frowned and turned to look him in the eyes. "Your job would be the least of your worries if you actually test positive, Edward." I knew he could sense the anger in my words.
"I understand that, but I need to make money. How would I pay rent? Emmett is pissed that one of his best escorts may be out to pasture. You'd think he would be more concerned for me, but really he's just mad about the loss of his commissions."
"Shouldn't that tell you something about this wonderful job you want to keep so badly?" I said with heavy sarcasm. "Emmett doesn't care about you. He doesn't care that you're putting yourself at risk."
"Emmett's pissed because despite all the precautions we take to stay clean, someone who should have never been approved still slipped through undetected. And I do want to keep this job, very badly. You have no idea how important it is to me. I didn't hear you complaining until about two hours ago," he said in a snarky tone.
"I do know how important this life is to you, Edward. It's important to me too. I gave up a great guy to have dirty, kinky sex with someone I barely even knew. But you don't have to continue doing it like this, with so many different people. You could find other work; something that doesn't put your health at risk. And then you'd have a chance to commit to one woman who wants to dominate you." I didn't want to mention I knew about his uncle's company, and his open ended job offer there, although it was on the tip of my tongue.
"I didn't go to college and I'm not trained to do anything else. This is what I'm good at," he insisted. "I need the submission. I need the sex. This job is a perfect fit for me. I thought you of all people would be upset if I had to quit."
"What does that mean? If you didn't work at MMM then you'd quit fucking me too? I thought what we have is beyond a business arrangement?" I asked, clearly hurt by his words.
His eyes softened as he looked at me. "That's not what I meant. I'd be devastated if you left me over this," he said adamantly. "What I meant was I was under the impression you liked fucking a submissive like me; someone who lived for it, who went day to day craving your dominance. I'm not tied down by a job or a family. I live my life one hundred percent committed to serving gorgeous dommes like you."
"Don't you ever want more for yourself?" I ask sadly.
Shit suddenly got too real for Edward and he groaned loudly. "Bella, I can't talk about this anymore! I haven't had sex in five days and I'm a little on edge."
I sighed, resigned for now to give up my campaign for Edward to better his life. But I noticed he hadn't answered my last question, and wondered if his outburst had more to do with my making him think than with the recent sex embargo.
There was nothing more to discuss until his results came in. But I knew there was something I could do to help Edward feel better. I'd learned enough about D/s to know that a good domme would comfort her sub in that difficult time and I wanted to do that for him. So I stepped back and slowly stripped off my t-shirt and yoga pants. I walked to the head of Edward's bed and climbed in, sitting up in the middle with his pillow at my back for support.
"Come here, pet," I coaxed.
"You can't fuck me, Bella, it's not safe," he warned.
"I know that, pet. Show me respect and call me Mistress. I know what you need right now and I'm going to give it to you. Take off all your clothes and come over here," I commanded more firmly.
Edward looked unsure of what I was planning, but he still followed my instructions and stripped off his clothes. His cock was not erect and I tried to recall how many times I'd ever seen him limp before. There had not been many. I spread my legs and told him to sit between them on the bed in front of me. I rubbed the back of his neck soothingly and then worked my hands down his spine. I pressed on his back until he was leaning forward as far as he could bend. Edward was very limber and his head stretched down between his knees, practically touching the mattress. I massaged the length of his back until my hands were sore.
"Come, lean back on me, pet," I said when I couldn't massage him anymore. Edward leaned against me and I wrapped my arms around his waist. My face nuzzled into the crook of his neck and I heard him sigh contently. I noticed his cock was semi-hard after he'd been rubbed down by my hands.
"I'm sorry about upsetting you before. I want you to know I do understand how you feel when you submit to me; how necessary it is to your life."
He began to speak but I shushed him. "Close your eyes and touch yourself, pet. I know how badly you need a release. We may not be able to fuck right now, but I can still control your body. I want to control all of your orgasms. Be a good little pet and come for me?"
Edward moaned as his hand gripped his cock and began rubbing up and down his shaft. "That's it, just like that," I mewed. "Before I met you I knew I was missing something in my life. I knew there was more to sex than missionary and I wanted to explore that so badly. If someone told me I could never again fuck you the way I've been doing this past month, I'd be devastated. Our time together has been eye opening, pet. You've taught me so much. I can never go back to a man like my ex. I need to command, to control, to humiliate. I know that makes me a sexual deviant but there's something exciting about having this secret, isn't there? I know how naughty you can be. I know you want to be my bad, bad boy. Don't you pet?"
Edward's hand moved faster and faster over his cock as I spoke sensually in his ear. His breathing was becoming ragged and he was groaning the way he did just before orgasm. I licked the shell of his ear with my tongue and slid my hands up his chest. My fingers circled over his sternum, twisting in the hair that made him irresistibly masculine and sexy. I pinched his nipples firmly between both thumbs and forefingers and Edward's sharp intake of breath was a great reward.
"Five days is far too long, don't you think? I want you to come now, pet. Come for your Mistress all over your bed."
When my teeth bit his earlobe it was his undoing. Edward's whole body stiffened and his hand beat wildly as his orgasm shot straight up into the air and landed all over his thigh and bedding. I kissed his neck adoringly as he recovered from the intense pleasure.
I left Edward's apartment an hour later, after he had fucked me with his fingers and brought me a satisfying orgasm of my own. I told him to come over to my place the next day so he could sit for me as I continued working on my painting. In truth, I didn't want him to be alone when that call came from the doctor's office. Edward was putting on a brave face, but he had to be scared shitless. I knew I was.
The next day, Edward arrived at my apartment in the morning. He was wearing sweat pants and a tank top, not his usual look. I could tell he hadn't gotten much sleep the night before. We shared some orange juice and bagels in my kitchen as I tried to think of light topics of conversation. No matter what we talked about, my mind kept going back to wondering what would happen when his phone finally rang.
When we finished eating, Edward helped rinse the dishes and clean up the kitchen. He asked me what I wanted to do. There was only one thing that we truly wanted to do together and it was off limits. So we were forced to talk. It was strange hanging out in my apartment with Edward so casually. Usually, when Edward and I talked it was part of the foreplay that led to the fucking. And there could be no fucking.
I still wanted the naked, so after an hour or so of talking about my childhood and his high school career we agreed that he would sit again for my painting. I brought Edward into the living room and he sat on the sofa as I took out my Man in Chair canvas and all my painting supplies.
He laughed when I began stripping off my clothes. "What are you doing?" he asked curiously.
"Huh? Oh, I paint better when I'm naked. Don't ask me why," I replied as I placed the canvas onto my easel.
"Why?" he asked anyway.
I shot him a dirty look and shook my head. "I just said not to ask! I don't know why I do pretty much any of the things I do anymore. I'm more connected to the art this way."
Edward chuckled some more but then followed suit and removed his clothes too. "I thought I was the only one who was going to be nude, but it might be more fun this way," he mused to himself.
I grabbed my favorite paintbrush and mixed the paint I was going to use while Edward took his seat in the wooden chair and positioned his body the way I had showed him. When I glanced over at him to check the pose I gasped. "How are you hard already!"
He smirked sheepishly. "Sitting for you turns me on. And I'm staring at your fucking beautiful body."
"Your member is not to be aroused in my painting," I tried to say sternly, but a smile broke through the frown. I pointed at his likeness on the canvas for emphasis.
"Good thing you're done with my cock then," he countered.
"Oh, I am far from being done with your cock, Edward," I replied seductively.
He groaned and rubbed himself. Damn it, I loved watching him touch himself. How was I supposed to get through this day without jumping him? I knew it would be hard to stay professional for the next several hours but I was still glad he was with me and not home alone, waiting for the phone to ring.
"Okay, now stop that, you!" I pointed my brush at him. "I need to work on your arms and then we'll move on to touching up some of the areas I'm not quite satisfied with."
"It looks like you're almost finished already," he commented, finally assuming the correct pose and taking his task more seriously.
"I am. I could probably finish it up without you here modeling for me, but like you said, it's more fun this way."
"Anything you wish, Mistress," he replied and turned his head the way it needed to be for the pose.
He was staring off towards the window and I couldn't help but sigh at the beautiful sight before me. Not just his naked form; the muscles and the sexy masculine features, but also his submission. Edward took direction so well, he was perfection.
I focused my attention on the painting and did the best I could not to get sidetracked by my increasing desire to tie Edward up and bring him to the brink of orgasm so that he was cussing and begging for release...
Down girl, I chided myself. Come on Bella. Pick up the paintbrush like so, dip it into the paint like this, and stroke the canvas just like that...
Two hours into our session I was struggling with how I wanted the background colors to look. I'd given Edward permission to move freely; his posing assignment was complete. So he got up and stood behind me, staring at the canvas with me.
"You've done an amazing job, Bella," he complimented.
I moaned in frustration. "This part is all wrong," I said pointing to the floor beneath the chair legs.
"How is it all wrong?"
"Should there be some shadowing? Should I have a pile of discarded clothing off to one side? Maybe I should make the color of the flooring more abstract instead of having it look like wooden planks?"
"So you think something's missing?" he pondered.
"Yes, I do."
"The only thing I feel we're missing here is me being inside of you," he murmured. His hands moved up to touch my bare hips but I swatted his hand away.
"Don't tempt me, pet," I scolded in my domme voice. "I'll tie you up if it comes to that."
"It may very well come to that, Mistress," he agreed. Edward sunk down to his knees and began kissing my hips and caressing my backside. I closed my eyes and moaned, allowing myself to forget our troubles and just feel how good it was for his hands to be on me.
Just as I was about to command him to fetch the bondage ropes, his phone rang. Edward jumped to his feet and started turning around in circles, trying to remember where he'd left the cell phone. He grabbed it out of his sweat pants' pocket and read the caller ID. "It's the doctor's office," he confirmed and quickly answered the call.
I stood completely still, frozen in fear. Either we'd learn that Edward just dodged a huge bullet, or both our lives were about to be irreversibly altered. I listened to Edward's side of the conversation as he wandered back and forth through the living room. I understood nothing that was being discussed, as his side of the dialogue consisted of responses like "okay" and "I understand." After the longest sixty seconds of my life, Edward stopped near the hall closet and rested his free hand against the wall. His head drooped and my heart sank into my stomach. Then I heard him say, "Yes. I will do that. Thank you" and he hung up the phone. I couldn't move; paralyzed by my fear as I waited for him to give me the news.
Our eyes met from across the room as he slowly turned around. "I'm clean. The doctor said they tested me for every STD out there and all the results came back negative," he said, seemingly in disbelief.
"Oh my God, Edward! That is such a relief!" I shouted. Dropping my paintbrush onto the floor, I ran over to him and threw my arms around his neck. He wrapped me in a hug and buried his face in my hair.
"I'm so relieved," he murmured against my neck.
"I know, baby. Me too."
"What would I have done without you?"
"You don't have to wonder that, because I'm here. I'll always be here," I whispered as I rubbed his back with my hands.
We held each other for a minute, not speaking. As soon as the news that Edward was safe and healthy sunk into my brain, my subconscious started to register other feelings. Like how his body was crushed against my bare breasts, and how his cock was pressed firmly against my belly. Relief quickly turned to lust.
"We haven't fucked in over a week," I mumbled into his chest.
"We have a lot of catching up to do," he agreed and untangled his arms from around my waist.
I was about to protest the loss of his arms when I saw him kneel down before me in his waiting position. I bit my lip to keep from whimpering at the sight of him so eager to submit to me. It had been far too many days since we'd played properly and I was fully intent on using the adrenaline that we both were feeling to have an amazing scene.
"Are you really ready now? Or do you need time to process what the doctor told you?" I asked warily.
"There's no need," he replied softly with his eyes cast down to the floor. "I'm clean and there's nothing more to it. Later today I'll go pick up my paperwork from the doctor's office and bring it over to Emmett so I can get myself back on his schedule. Then my life can go back to normal."
"Seriously? You're not even going to think about quitting or even slowing down after this terrifying scare we just had?" I asked.
"You know I need this. It's all I know," he replied begrudgingly but kept his eyes down.
I didn't want to argue with him at the moment. I sighed loudly to voice my displeasure with his plan to continue working as if nothing happened. But I wanted to play with him and forget the past twenty four terrifying hours as much as he wanted to forget them. So I let it go; I pushed my worry and concern to the back of my mind.
"If that's how you truly feel then let's not waste another moment," I murmured softly and ran my fingers through his hair.
He knew he could tell by my voice that I was conceding. I stroked his hair lovingly and he mewled for me. "Wait here, pet, while I retrieve a few items from my bedroom. Now that I have you back, I'm going to take my time with you."
"You may have me for as long as you please, Mistress."
I left to go into my room to get what I would need for our long overdue scene. Edward hadn't moved an inch when I returned with my toys in hand. I placed them on the kitchen counter out of sight and returned to stand in front of Edward. "Crawl to the kitchen table and get up on it, flat on your back," I told him.
I suppressed a giddy smile at the sight of my sub laid out on my dining table. "We've missed lunchtime, pet, so instead I plan to feast on you." Edward bucked his hips in response. "So eager, I see. Place your palms flat against the table, knees just a few inches apart. Very good."
With my favorite black bondage ropes, I took my time wrapping them over Edward's prostrate body and around the table; effectively strapping him down to it. Around and around the ropes went from his chest down to his toes. I made them tight so he could barely move. Next, I pulled out a new item I hadn't used on Edward- or anyone- before.
Knowing that Edward could hardly lift his head, I walked over to him so he could see the cock ring I held in my hand. I smiled at him wickedly, hoping that he would be agreeable to my plan. Edward chuckled and struggled in his restraints, testing them.
"You better put that on quickly, Mistress. I'm already getting hard."
His warning reminded me of what I read online about how to use this little treasure, so I followed his advice and wasted no time rolling the ring down to the base of his cock. This particular ring had a vibrating feature, but I would save that for a little bit later. Perhaps orgasm two... or three. Edward moaned as he began to feel the effect of the ring restricting the blood flow in his erection.
I was eager to begin, but took a moment to retrieve a folded towel and placed it under Edward's head like a pillow. He smirked at me and I winked at him just before climbing up on the table to straddle his waist. Leaning forward, I brushed my breasts across his face a few times and he attempted to capture my nipples in his mouth. I let him catch one and he sucked it in, gently nipping me with his teeth.
My hands slid over his and I interlocked our fingers to keep my balance as I slowly lowered myself onto his hardened length. So deliciously slow that he groaned and whimpered as I took him fully inside me.
"I've missed this so much," I whimpered as my hips rose and fell in an agonizingly slow rhythm.
"Yes," Edward agreed.
"Talk me more, pet. I want to hear you," I coaxed.
"I love how my body responds to you. You're so beautiful."
My hips began thumping faster against his and I let go of his hands in favor of pressing my open palmed hands on his chest. The feel of his skin and the rope beneath my fingers was a thrilling combination. Edward struggled to thrust his hips up to meet my movements but he couldn't move at all. It turned me on more watching him try, and fail, to move any body part at all. His head, neck, and fingertips were all he could control.
"You are mine," I hissed as the first orgasm in several days hit me hard. I watched Edward's eyes on me as I rode out the sensations.
My hips paused over him as I breathed in and out, collecting myself, but I didn't pull off his cock. Edward hadn't come yet, thanks to the cock ring, and I was prepared to make the next orgasm a double feature.
"Ready for more, pet?" I tempted.
Edward's eyes closed and he groaned, "take me, Mistress. I am yours. All yours."
As I flipped on the vibration feature to the ring, I was reminded how none of this would have been possible had I stayed with Jasper. I was so thankful to have found Edward, and all his expert deviancy. Feeling just hours earlier that I could have lost him forever made me realize just how important he'd become to me. I sunk down onto his waiting cock once more, feeling the exquisite sensations of not only the ring, but of his cock filling my body. I loved that he was tied down, straining to lift his head high enough to see me bouncing up and down on his cock. It hit me then that maybe he was right. People like us needed this. I knew I couldn't live without it. That feeling right there, was why Edward sacrificed what he did and risked what he did to satisfy his needs. At that moment I felt like he was completely justified in it, because I couldn't imagine resisting my deepest desires either.
