Enojy!

Chapter Three; pretty boy

Bella looked at Edward as he followed Martin into the kitchen. How could she mind? He was gorgeous, tall, silk, a wild mop of bronze curls and a goofy smile. A smug grin plastered itself across his face. Bella looked forward to wipping it off.

Edward was like eye candy for any woman that was for sure. And, of course. Bella has planned for him and she wanted him badly. This was going to be steep learning curve.

And the evening went swimmingly from then on. Bella cooked for them, they sat round the table and ate, drank beer and red wine, gossiped and laughed. Edwards smile was completely infectious, and it was good to have her house reverberate with the sound of men but she wasn't use to invite men over she never like to date any men. It felt like Edward was flirting with her, which felt good to any women, though Bella hated his flirting. It makes Bella want to hurt him. Martin explains to Bella about Edward situation. He needs seven hundred thousand dollars less than week and the only person who could help him with this money problem is Bella.

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When Bella finally made it downstairs the next morning, feeling a little groggy from the wine, Martin had left her a note to say he'd popped round to visit friend and get to know him better. He is a good fellow. He is in desperate need of money. Help him for old good times.

"Morning, Bella." Edwards's voice took her by surprise. It sounded deeper, like he'd just got out of bed, which, by the look of him, was the case. His hair was un brushed and he wore a tight T-shirt and jeans that fell around his slim hips, exposing a line of dark hair leading down to his groin. His eyes were rimmed with green eyes, his lips almost true red in comparison with his pale skin.

"Cup of tea?" Bella asked, brightly. Bella was still in her dressing gown, which she pulled more tightly around her, as she was naked underneath. It didn't generally matter what she wore around the house, as these days there was rarely anyone to see.

"Thanks, let me get It." he came closer and his hand brushed over hers as he reached for the kettle. This one touch sent a tingle throughout her whole body. Bella must be stared of affection, she thought, if this is how she reacts to a brief encounter over a kettle.

As Bella reached up to the cupboard Bella felt her breasts rub against the silk of her dressing gown, and she caught Edward's eye. He was gazing at the curve of her breasts, she was sure. The "v" of her dressing gown deepened as she place two cups on the side, and she crossed her hand across her chest to cover herself up. She knew how guys thought to see these glimpse in their minds. It makes Bella want to hurt him.

Edward was close to her. She breathes in deeply, inhaling the scent of him.

Bella really want to grab his hair and pull his head back against the kitchen wall so she could run her lips over his expose throat, scraping him with her teeth. Edward obviously didn't have a clue who Bella was?

She doesn't like it when men are arrogant. If they act as if they're better than her, she has to take them down a peg or two. She remembers Jacob. He was a classic example.

Bella met him at her evening class 5 years ago. She needed to learn French for work and he was a fellow student. He'd lived in Paris for a few years and was taking the class as a refresher. How phatic is that?

He used to tease Bella about her pronunciation. Bella didn't like that at all. Even worse, he used to eye Bella up, making it clear he was mentally undressing her. He'd slept with half the women in the class and fancied himself as some sort of stud so was always making crass comments, complimenting her cleavage or legs, expecting Bella to lap it up. He thought that it was his right to ogle her, not realising that some privileges have to be earned.

Luckily, he was a typical man. When he asked her out and Bella agreed to go for a meal with him, he thought his luck was in. He didn't realise what she was planning. Yes, Bella admit it, she had been making plans involving his naked form. Even though he was an egotistical guttersnipe, he had certain physical charm: buff pecs, pert buttock and a handsome face that Bella couldn't wait to see contorted in pain as he begged her for release.

Dinner went as she would expected: he kept topping up Bella glass to help her to "relax" , flirting with a little too much emphasis on casual touching, letting his eyes linger that bit too long on her cleavage.

When he turned the conversation around to sex, Bella almost yelled " Bingo!", so predictable were his moves. Of course, this only made it easier for Bella to manipulate him. She doesn't need to make a single tweak to the machinations she'd configured in her fantasies about Jacob. As he edged closer to her, lowering his voice that she has to lead forward to hear him , and asked her what really turned Bella on, she explained that she only has sex if she really like someone. Or more specifically, if they did as she pleased.

"I always please my woman," Jacob said, smugly.

"I'm not just any women," she smiled.

"I might surprise you with a few of thing I like." Bella said when she touched his shoulder.

"I've been around the block a few times, sweetheart," he said.

"I don't think there's anything that a pretty little thing like you could do to surprise me."

The trap was set.

"Well, if you're a man of experience, I guess that I should invite you back for coffee."

Again, a smug grin plastered itself across his face. She looked forward to wipping it off.

When they went home, Bella made him a coffee and left him sitting in the kitchen while she excused herself and went to change into her favourite outfit, grabbing her bag of toys on her way out of the bedroom.

Bella stood in front of the tall mirror, dressed to the Victoria secret in a red silk corset, thigh high stockings and shiny black stiletto heels. I'm the most beautiful woman in the world, she thought as she run her French- manicured nails all across her tight, firm body. She pouted her lips and told herself, he should feel grateful I let him get close to this.

Then, she walked into the kitchen and leaned against the door frame.

"Are you sure you can please me?", Bella asked him.

Jacob was certainly surprised but seeing her in black stiletto heels and a tight basque clearly appealed because he hurriedly said yes.

"You will do everything I tell you?"

Again, he agreed.

"This is your last chance to escape. Are you sure that you want to do everything I tell you? If you agree now, we don't stop until I say so."

Jacob gulped but was clearly excited at the prospect.

"I'll do whatever you say."

Bella ordered him to strip. Jacob pulled off his T-shirt, pushed his jeans down and stood in front of her wearing nothing but a tight pair of Calvin's. His cook was straining against them despite or perhaps because of the humiliation.

"I told you to strip." She barked.

"That means everything off. Are you stupid?"

Jacob got naked, revealing a thick cock at least eight inches long and proudly erect. He tried to cover it, embarrassed at being aroused but Bella slapped his hand away.

"You've been staring at me for long enough. What's the matter? Can't take it back?"

He remained silent, clearly torn between embarrassment and arousal.

"Touch yourself. Stroke that pathetic littlie cock."

He stared at the word "little".

"Yes, that's right, little. Call yourself a real man? Still, it's not like I'm going to waste my time touching it. Stroke your cock if you want to please me. Or aren't you even man enough to please me by doing that?"

Bella looked Jacob straight in the eye as she spoke.

"And don't look at me while you're doing it. You've already had more than enough eyefuls of me. It's your turn to be watched. See you like it."

Although Jacob's movements were reticent, his ever-hardening cock showed that he liked Bella harsh treatment. Obviously, she'd have to make him suffer for his enjoyment later. But for the moment, Bella enjoyed watching his hand slide up and down his stiff shaft, his cock - head leaking pre- cum, his thumb rubbing his sensitive glans. Bella could feel her pussy moistening at the sight but was no way she was going to let him know that quite yet.

"Spit on your worthless cock," Bella ordered him.

Again, Jacob flinched, but did as she asked, his saliva lubricating his throbbing member. His hand movements sped the extra slipperiness enhancing the sensation.

She could see that he was getting close to coming something that most certainly wasn't allowed. His face began to contort with lust so Bella hurriedly move to him. He was so lost in the sensations his own hand was providing that he didn't have time to refocus his attention before she'd shackled his wrists together with her police issue hand cuffs then looped a length of rope between them and pulled his wrists high above his head, leaving his cock bobbing clumsily as she pulled the rope between his thighs and knotted the rope around his waist to hold his arms awkwardly in place.

"What the fuck..."

The look of confusion on Jacob's face was exquisite.

"Better," said Bella," Much better. Of course, since you've been such a disobedient little shit, you'll have to be punished properly."

Bella walked over to the table in her bedroom and picked up a ball gag. She came to where Jacob was and forced the gag in his mouth, tightening the buckle behind his head.

Bella looked at Jacob, gave him a million dollar smile, and slinked to the chair in corner of her bedroom, seating herself, slowly crossing her legs at the ankles. She flipped back a shock of brown hair from her gorgeous face and looked at him, then she said "I want to see your tears Jacob to see disgrace when you pee on yourself like little boy."