The characters belong to SM, except the monster, of course, who claims it belongs only to itself . . .
Scene 2
I was the luckiest fucking guy on earth.
Our freshman year at Dartmouth had been incredible—almost perfect. I had rented a smallish house—well, small by Cullen standards anyway—outside of Hanover, away from any close neighbors and prying eyes. Living with Bella was wonderful beyond my imagination. I simply couldn't get enough of it. Coming home together in the afternoons or evenings, cooking together, sharing our meals, even silly things like cleaning up together—I loved every second of it. And in the evenings we would both study, usually in the living room, I on the sofa, my laptop next to me, Bella at the large desk we had bought. And every time I looked up from my books to see her sitting there, engrossed in her work, her lovely face etched with concentration, my heart would beat faster. It never failed.
When I saw her yawn and stretch, I knew it was time. I would shift my study materials to the side, walk over to Bella and hold out my hand. She always looked surprised, smiling shyly up at me as if it were the first time. I would take her, walking hand in hand, to our bed, the impatient monster leading the way.
And oh, the nights with Bella! It was wonderful beyond belief to spend all that time alone together. Our lovemaking at night, or in the morning, or both, if the monster had its way, could be both unhurried and uninhibited. So yes, things were pretty close to perfect.
There were two exceptions. First, Bella had insisted on getting a job. I had tried to convince her that this was totally unnecessary, that I could take care of all of us, I mean, the monster, too. But since she had already agreed to let me handle our other expenses, or at least not objected, I couldn't put up too much of a fight. She insisted that she wanted to have some money of her own and not be forced to come to me for an "allowance." So she had taken a part-time job at a bookstore, a coveted position in a college town.
I suppose I'd be selfish to complain about being separated from her during the time she spent there, but it wasn't just that. It was because every time I came into the store, Bella seemed to be surrounded by guys. Apparently, nothing had changed for my little lust magnet, and it drove the monster crazy. I was sometimes adversely affected as well.
I was particularly troubled by a couple of the guys that worked in the store. It seemed that every time I came in, they were both practically salivating over Bella, following her around, asking her unnecessary questions, staring at her ass. On more than one occasion I had to stop the monster from doing something foolish. I swear, it would never cease to amaze me that guys can be such pigs . . .
The other irksome issue was having to go home on holidays and be separated. I managed to convince Bella that Thanksgiving break was too short a time period in which to travel all the way to Washington. Instead, we had our own little dinner, with overcooked turkey and too-dry stuffing. It was heaven, the monster snoozing afterwards in its own little tryptophan coma.
But Christmas vacation was a nightmare. It was ridiculous, really, considering that Charlie was aware of our current living arrangements, but Bella didn't want to confront the situation, so insisted on staying at his house. Of course, we managed to sneak around, having our trysts, but after the bliss of our own little home, sleeping apart was awful. The monster whimpered and cried every night, sometimes wrapping its arms convulsively around its body. It was pathetic.
Which was why the idea of the looming summer vacation had been horrifying to me. I actually considered the possibility of summer school for the two of us, but Bella did want to spend some time with Charlie, and I missed my family as well. So we compromised, staying in New Hampshire for a couple of weeks after the semester was finished, at the same time planning to return a couple of weeks earlier than necessary, Bella using her job as an excuse to cut the summer short.
Honestly, I hadn't really thought about continuing our little games, but it occurred to me that somewhere in the middle of that six week nightmare in Forks, I deserved a . . . reward. The idea first took root when I dropped Bella off at Charlie's house upon our return. That was a horrible moment in itself, the monster blubbering and wretchedly waving its handkerchief. A concept began to take form as I drove home, sort of a consolation prize.
I'm guessing it was the sight of Charlie's cruiser that first planted the seed—when I began to think about how much . . . power police officers have. When a cop pulls you over, for instance, they can do almost anything they want to you. It's an unparalleled opportunity for . . . dominance. My cock showed its approval immediately, and the monster recovered its usual composure. In fact, I became so attached to the fantasy I was planning, I found myself perfecting each particular in my morning showers. I went to work gathering my costume and props.
Bella agreed immediately, but didn't want to know the details beyond the initial setup, saying that I should take the lead since she'd rather be surprised. We did agree on some ground rules though, applicable to this and any future adventures. The first rule was easy—no pain—and if that line ever got inadvertently crossed, all activities would cease immediately upon one person's request. The second rule naturally followed that—speak up immediately if there is any pain. The third was my favorite: whoever's fantasy it was that was being acted out could do whatever they wanted, not necessarily with utter disregard of the other person's feelings, but pretty damn close. We were in complete accord that if we were going to the trouble of acting out a fantasy, we should live it to the fullest. The monster suggested this one.
The only thing we couldn't agree on was "borrowing" Charlie's police car. Bella insisted it was impossible, which I found terribly disappointing. I managed to cobble together an adequate substitute though, reserving a black sedan at the car rental, planning to prop a flashing light on the roof that I could use to "pull her over." I thought about scouring the junk yards for an old black and white, but decided it was overkill. The monster agreed, focusing instead on the more . . . scintillating aspects of the event.
Selecting the road was no problem—I was intimately familiar with the deserted area we would use, again. My costume—authentic in every detail, I might add—was prepared and everything was set. We checked the weather, picked a promising day, and I tried to contain myself until then. It wasn't easy. It seemed like I was hard all the time, focusing almost exclusively on our new scene. I caught the monster playing with its . . . nightstick many times.
I woke up that morning stiff with excitment. I hadn't wanted to have a wank that morning, planning on "saving myself" for the main event, but the damn thing wouldn't go away, and I was afraid I'd be walking funny if I didn't take care of the problem. I was certain, however, that I had plenty of . . . ammunition left.
I picked up Bella at her house and we drove to the car rental place. Grabbing the duffle bag with my props, I kissed her good-bye, promising to see her at the rendezvous point in an hour. The monster synchronized our watches.
And so that was where I waited in my "police car," having changed into my blue uniform, accessories and all, watching now for my Volvo to go zooming by. And Bella was late. If she was trying to build my anticipation, she needn't have bothered. I was already on high . . . alert. The monster went from fidgeting, to pacing, to banging its head against the car door.
Suddenly, a silver car whizzed past me. I grinned like a lunatic and followed. I let her drive a ways before placing the flashing light on the roof and signaling her to pull over. I took a moment to compose my features and get into character before exiting the car and approaching her door.
Bella looked hot as hell, having changed into a low cut, flower-print dress that was both sexy and feminine. It also appeared to be a size too small, as her breasts were yearning to be free and the material around the buttons looked a little strained. She lowered the window and smiled up at me.
"Did I do something wrong, officer?" she asked with artful innocence.
"Yes, ma'am," I responded formally. "Can I see your license and registration, please?" I was going to do this right.
"Of course, officer," she responded with a flirtatious grin, making me hope she never did get stopped by an attractive cop.
I took the items from her and headed back to my car. This is the moment that a real police officer would be checking up on the driver, but I spent the time trying to calm my pounding heart. I ignored the monster, adjusting its equipment and straightening its badge.
Taking a deep breath, I approached Bella's car, well, I mean, my car. I returned her papers to her, stating, "Miss Swan, I clocked you doing twenty miles over the posted speed limit. It turns out you also have forty-three unpaid parking tickets. I'm afraid I'm going to have to take you in. Please exit the vehicle."
"Officer, please," Bella pleaded charmingly while purposely giving me an outstanding view of her cleavage, reinforcing my prior wish that this never happen to her in reality.
"Please exit the vehicle," I repeated, opening the door.
Bella removed herself from the car and contritely preceded me over to my car, looking appropriately nervous. I got the full view of her dress now, definitely too tight—right from the top all through the waist before it flared out at the hips, ending mid-thigh. On her feet was a pair of wedge sandals with ribbons that tied around her ankles. She looked more perfect than in any of my mental exercises. The monster adjusted its hat and gave a wicked laugh.
"It's department policy to search someone under arrest before they can be placed in the back of the police car. Please face the car, rest your hands on the roof and spread your legs." My voice had turned husky now, as we began to get to the . . . meat of the matter.
Bella suppressed a grin and turned around, leaning forward with her hands on the sedan's roof, spreading her feet slightly. Pulling out my billy club, I carefully ran the tip of it up the inside of one of her legs, and moving closely behind her till we were slightly touching, I gruffly demanded, "Spread 'em." She spread her feet further apart, giving me plenty of room for my dastardly intentions, and provocatively arched her back a bit. Fuck me.
My cock had been hard since at least the moment Bella drove past me, and now it was screaming at me, threatening to break free for a frolic on its own. I adjusted myself and edged closer to Bella. Holstering the club and putting my hands on her hips, I pulled her ass into my groin, letting her feel what was . . . coming.
"Just keep still while I search you, Miss Swan," I ordered, although my voice was more like a rough caress.
Finally getting to the part I anticipated the most, my breathing was already accelerating. My trembling hands left her hips and traveled up her sides, not so much patting her down as smoothing a path. I let them trail back down again, giving her hips another tug for some desperately needed pressure on my erection then directing my hands towards her abdomen. I held them there for a moment, rubbing a bit, before moving with excruciating slowness towards her breasts. I stopped underneath them for a moment or two before reaching up and grabbing roughly, beginning to squeeze and massage them. I instantly realized that Bella wasn't wearing a bra and a low groan escaped me. It was fucking heaven. The monster shouted a "yippee!"
And there I stood for some time, pressing my cock into her backside while my hands fondled and kneaded to my heart's content, sometimes gently scraping against her nipples to elicit small moans from Bella, and then switching to aggressive groping, making her gasp. I couldn't be any fucking happier, yet I knew I was going to be. The monster began rubbing itself against Bella's shoe.
"I'm afraid I'm unable to tell whether you have any contraband hidden in here, so it looks like I'll have to strip search you," I informed her in a throaty whisper.
Bella simply moaned, arching against me once again. I pushed harder against her ass while my fingers began unbuttoning the front of her dress. When it was open to about her navel, my hands journeyed slowly upward again, her velvet skin teasing my fingers, till they once again found her breasts.
"Oh, God," I groaned upon reaching my goal. It was even better this time, her warm flesh falling into my hands as she leaned over. I pinched and rolled her nipples ruthlessly, unceasingly, until she cried out incoherently and began mindlessly pushing her ass against me, moving back and forth against my groin. I knew I had to move things along.
My left hand continued my assault against her breast, while the right began edging downward, over her soft belly, and down inside the top of her panties. If there had been any question before about Bella's receptiveness to my fantasy, there was no longer, as my fingers met her soft and enticingly wet center. A long, low sound of pleasure was my reward. Bella's panties were soaked through, and I noticed the monster was gloating obnoxiously.
My fingers leisurely explored her flesh, taking their time, investigating every centimeter with precision. When they began moving in earnest, looking to bring her satisfaction, I leaned over her, resting a bit of my weight on her body as I sought to increase our contact. My head lay on her shoulder as I concentrated on my movements, my breathing harsh and labored. Bella began to writhe and struggle against me, whimpers escaping her with each exhalation.
I straightened up, pulling her body with me, holding her tightly against me as I continued with one hand to alternate between her breasts, using the other to explore her hot, wet feminine flesh. Her head fell back against my chest while her hands went behind her to latch onto my waist for leverage. I lowered my head and began sucking on her neck, loudly and forcefully. My bulky equipment belt, holding all the usual police accoutrements barring a real gun, must have been digging into Bella's back, but it didn't seem to be bothering her.
"Keep your legs spread wide," I ordered her hoarsely when her thighs began inching closer together. She gave a slight nod and moved her feet outward, even wider than before, although I could sense her vulnerability in exposing herself like that. A possessive noise of approval left my throat. The monster craned its head, staring up Bella's dress and salivating.
Bella came suddenly, with a cry and a jerk of her whole body. I was damned pleased, too, since I was getting impatient to have my way with her. Still clutching her to my body, making sure she couldn't squirm out of my grasp, I brought my mouth to her ear and in a guttural whisper stated, "I'm afraid I'm going to have to do a body cavity search, now."
She sighed a groan, seeming to indicate she wasn't ready for more. Good. Because she didn't have any say in this now—I was going to do whatever I damned well pleased.
I leaned back, which had the effect of lifting her feet off the ground, and moved a couple of feet forward until we were standing by the driver's side tire. Setting her back on her feet, I grabbed my handcuffs and gently cuffed her hands behind her back. Then I lifted her a bit and bent her over the hood of the sedan. Oh, yeah. This was going to be great. Of course, this act alone had been one of my dearest fantasies, but seeing her there, handcuffed and helpless, her feet just barely able to scrap the ground, was better than anything my imaginings had allowed. And it was just about to get a whole lot better.
I lifted the hem of her skirt and exposed her backside. Oh, my God, she looked perfect. She had on these lacy white panties that left most of her ass uncovered—not quite a thong, but certainly less was more in this case. They just looked so virginal and adorable, making what I was about to do with her seem just that much more . . . wrong. And I wasn't sure if Bella knew what I wanted or not, but she started to squirm and mewl a bit, as if to object to her treatment. It made me fucking delirious with need, so I yanked her panties down and out of the way. The monster jumped up and down, striving for a better view.
I honestly just stood and stared for a full minute. Then I began to caress her rear end, squeezing the supple flesh. Hard. I ran my fingers along the cleft of her ass, inspecting her, probing her. She was wriggling now in earnest, whimpering in protest, and while we weren't going . . . there, at least not today, I wanted her to comprehend her complete helplessness. I could do anything to her.
When she tried to lift her body off the hood, I splayed my hand on her back, pushing her back down. Emphasizing her predicament, I stated, "I'm afraid you're going to have to be immobilized for this." The monster covered its mouth and snickered.
I started to prepare for the "body cavity search." I took my own sweet time. I inserted my finger inside her first—making sure she was still ready for me. There was no fear on that score. Bella wiggled her ass beautifully, struggling a bit against the handcuffs, demonstrating for me just how completely she was in my power. I couldn't remember ever being so turned on.
I removed my belt, unbuttoned my shirt to get it out of the way, and pulled my pants and boxers down to my knees. My cock was dripping with excitement. I put just the head in, earning another soft cry from Bella. I couldn't wait to bury myself in her, but I wanted to take it slowly at first, watching with fascination as I disappeared inside her.
Contenting myself with a few slow strokes, I increased my pace a bit, plunging in and out of her. I kept my hands on her ass at first, holding her still for me, enjoying the soft feel of her skin. It was so fucking wonderful—her tightness ruthlessly massaging my cock—I was almost delirious with the pleasure of it.
When I felt my knees start to go weak, I moved my hands to the hood of the car, resting on either side of her ass. Gaining a bit of leverage, I really began to pound into her, knowing I was way too close to the end. Small cries were escaping her with every thrust now, exciting my movements even more. When I realized I couldn't last another second, I did something that even surprised the monster.
I pulled my cock out completely, and using my hand, stroked myself to completion, my spunk streaming out all over Bella's beautiful ass as I did my best to spread it around. I stood there, trying to calm my labored breathing, one hand still leaning on the car, staring at the incomparable sight of my seed strewn across her lovely white skin, groaning with the surge of possessive delight that struck me then. What better way to mark my territory? The sight was so enthralling, I sneaked my phone out of my pocket and took a picture focused on her backside, although I might have gotten a bit of her handcuffed wrists into the picture, too, just for good measure. I was definitely going to get that image transferred to my computer and hidden away for my secret delight. The monster gave me a round of applause.
This wasn't over—not by a long shot. The sight of Bella squirming while my spunk dried on her ass was all it took for my cock to take new interest in life. Pulling out the handkerchief shoved in my back pocket, I cleaned her up before turning Bella over on her back. I really hoped she wasn't too uncomfortable lying on her handcuffed wrists, but I reminded myself that she would speak up if she was and put it out of my mind.
I unfastened the bottom three buttons on her dress and flung it wide open. I spread her thighs further apart, taking in the glistening flesh. My hands slid up her body, latching onto her breasts and gave each nipple a tight pinch. Bella flung her head to the side and moaned in response. The sight of her lying there, powerless, unable to protect her modesty in any way, made me positively gleeful. I leaned forward on the hood and let one hand roam at will over her body, reveling in my complete possession of her. The monster thrust out its hips to show it was ready for more.
"I better get a closer look—make sure I didn't miss anything," I growled at her. Stooping down, I positioned my head between her legs, placing her thighs on my shoulders, and began working her with my mouth. Bella's hips almost immediately started bucking, so I snaked my arms tightly around them to prevent her from moving away even a tiny bit. I feasted on her like a starving man, lapping, nipping, sucking, until she was screaming her release a short time later. But one orgasm wasn't good enough . . .
Without pause, I kept at her, my pace never slowing. Her efforts to escape my attentions were even more frantic now, but I was having none of that. Incoherent cries were interspersed with exclamations of "Oh, God," and "Edward, please," as Bella flailed around on the hood of the car. The monster was, well, eating it up.
When her thighs tightened convulsively around my head again, I knew she'd had enough, and more importantly, I couldn't wait any longer. I stood up, raising her legs as I did so their backs were resting against my chest, her feet on either side of my head, her adorable panties still around one ankle. With a few minor adjustments I was lined up with Bella's entrance, and this time I rammed my cock into her, intending to show no mercy.
I held her legs tightly against my chest so there was no escaping my ruthless assault. The visuals this time were just as stunning, Bella's expression reflecting her enjoyment, her gorgeous body left exposed to my view, her breasts bouncing enticingly with each thrust, all accompanied by a chorus of our grunts and groans. The monster, having made it onto the hood of the car, began humping a windshield wiper.
I took my time, trying to draw it out, but ultimately, I could only withstand a few minutes of such relentless fucking. I cried out as I came, before more or less collapsing, being careful not to add too much weight on top of Bella. After a minute, I propped myself up on my elbows and sucked one of her delectable nipples into my mouth, causing Bella to moan in both protest and pleasure as she plainly apprehended what more might be in store for her. Alas, it was beyond me, at least at the moment.
I levered myself off of the car and adjusted myself and my clothing, making myself presentable. I helped Bella to sit up and she bonelessly leaned against my chest. Then I gathered her up in my arms, cradling her close to my chest, while her head lolled on my shoulder. Without too much in the way of gymnastics, I managed to get us both in the back seat of the sedan, where I sat with Bella lying across my lap, my right arm around her shoulders, propping her up, making sure her still handcuffed wrists were comfortably situated.
I was utterly spent, but couldn't seem to keep my free hand from roaming over Bella's body, sliding up and down her smooth abdomen, the curves of her sides, her shapely thighs and stopping occasionally to squeeze her breasts. I wanted to use both hands, so I laid her carefully down on the seat, her hips now higher than the rest of her body as they still rested on my lap. I let both my hands now travel over her silken skin, stopping now and again to shape and tease the more enticing bits. She began to struggle a little bit, moaning against any further exploration of her now overly-sensitive flesh. And it was probably that, more than anything, that made my cock stir once again.
God knows I hadn't planned anything else, but seeing her ineffectual efforts to contest my possession of her body had triggered that dark need for control I had. I would have my way with her. And if she didn't say the word, I wasn't stopping. The monster rubbed its hands together and cackled evilly.
"Miss Swan, I'm afraid I'm not quite finished with my . . . investigation," I croaked out. I impatiently pushed her thighs apart, spreading her as much as possible in the confines of the car, and showing my frustration that she would try to impede my efforts. My right hand moved upward to torment her nipples with renewed vigor, while the fingers of my left boldly probed and manipulated her sensitive folds. Bella's moans became almost continuous, interspersed with exclamations of "Oh, God," and "Please, oh, please," while her head thrashed back and forth on the seat. I could tell the moment that her movements stopped being those of protest and transformed into renewed desire, as her hips now seemed to be pushing towards my hand, bringing it closer to her damp and darkened flesh. Seeing her thrusts become more rhythmic, I knew she was looking for her release, but I denied her. I wasn't done playing and neither was the monster, as it took out a feather and began tickling her belly with it.
Stopping my current activity, which earned a loud groan of frustration from Bella, I inserted a couple of fingers inside her and began pumping, while the twisting and tugging on her nipples continued without interruption. I couldn't even begin to imagine how sensitive they were by this point, but I would happily kiss them better for her. I began to think about how I wanted to take her this time.
The configuration of the car left limited choices, so I settled for our old standby. I managed to work my pants down a ways before lifting Bella to straddle my lap, spreading her legs wide on either side of me, the familiarity of the position made more exciting by her inability to use her hands or interfere with me in any way. My cock, which frankly was also a bit sore from the vigor of my previous forays, nevertheless stood at full attention. I slowly pulled Bella's hips down, impaling her on my rigid length, both of us moaning loudly.
When I was fully embedded inside her, I began gently rocking her hips back and forth, setting our slow rhythm. I managed to get my mouth around one nipple, sucking lightly and eliciting more whimpers from Bella. Finally, when I placed a thumb over that sweet bundle of nerves, the sounds became more like sobs.
Once again, I reveled in my power over her—her inability to protect herself in any way. The one hand on her hip continued to set the pace of her movements, while the placement of my thumb meant she could not prevent the exploitation of her own flesh. I watched in fascination the look of tormented pleasure on her beautiful face, her exquisite breasts springing towards my face, her hips beginning to assume more control and take sharper movements now that she was striving for release. It was fucking brilliant . . .
The very second I sensed her climax approaching, I also began to let go. At the same time, I moved my thumb even closer to that secret spot, preying on its exquisite sensitivity, while I exploded inside her. Bella filled the car with her incoherent cries before collapsing against me. My thumb slowed but didn't stop moving against her, and she finally begged me, "Please, you're going to kill me."
And that was it; the fantasy, the control, my need to exercise power, was utterly sated. I managed to finagle the key out of a pocket and reach behind her to unlock the handcuffs. Bella's arms went around my neck, but further movement seemed impossible for her. In that instant, I was overcome with the need to express my gratitude and love for her.
I shifted her head enough to cup her cheek with my hand and kiss her tenderly, whispering, "I love you." And that was the emotion that filled me now—I was drowning in the waves of adoration that pummeled me, overcome with gratitude at the trust she put in me.
"Let's go home," I said softly, "and I shall rub and kiss all of your sore places."
"Oh, no," Bella responded with a laugh. "You're not getting anywhere near any of my pink bits for at least 48 hours."
"I meant your back or your shoulders or your wrists. I'm not sure my cock could take anymore, either," I lied. As sore as it was, I knew it would only take a look or a touch from Bella to become reanimated. "Did you enjoy yourself at all?" My voice betrayed my dismay that I had perhaps taken things too far.
"It was wonderful." She paused and then repeated my words, "Let's go home."
And while clearly she hadn't meant it, I couldn't help thinking about our little house outside of Hanover, greatly anticipating our return to intimacy in our own big bed.
The monster, not caring about such niceties, pulled its revolver out, and in celebration, shot into the air.
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