~SIN 5~
"You must be wondering now what your first time would have been like had I not accosted you in your chambers."
"Yes, ma'am." He's bearing up well to the increasingly harder strokes of the crop on his bare chest and back, judging from the occasional soft grunt and the thickening bulge of his crotch.
"For starters, my submissives never get off in the first session. If you recall, you did earn yourself quite the happy ending."
"Yes, ma'am," he says, adding, "and thank you again for that."
"Are you trying to butter me up?"
"No, ma'am."
"Good, because the chances of you getting off today are slim to none."
Expecting a pout or at least a show of resignation, Bella is surprised to see a smile appear below the blindfold. "Why are you smiling at that?"
"I would've thought they were none to none. You've just given me hope."
Good Lord, he looks like a little boy outside the pet shop window, ready to promise the sun, moon, and stars if only he can bring home the stray puppy. "Are you ready for your instructions?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Okay. Pay attention." His body tenses with concentration. Bella walks around him slowly, dragging the crop in a low circle around his waist. "Your mission is to get me off, and you may use anything above the line I just drew on your body."
The damn grin returns. Most of her visitors bear their fate with stoic determination though Bella knows she's delivering what they want. Not Edward, though. He's enjoying every second of it and not afraid to let her know.
"What's that smile for?"
"I can touch you."
"Yes."
"Kiss you?" he asks incredulously.
"Yes," she answers, strenuously hoping he will.
"Taste you?" He wets his lips with his tongue, and she remembers the last time his mouth was on her.
"Yes," she hisses.
He savors the information, and she sees that he has just become the boy whose parents agreed to take home the puppy.
"Any other questions?"
"Is anything off limits?"
"Are you trying to test me?" She can't quite get a read on him yet.
"No, ma'am. Just trying to please you." She'd roll her eyes, but she senses he's entirely sincere.
"You're not planning on poking me in the eye or something, are you?"
"No. Why? Would that be a turn-on for you?"
Thwack!
"Ow!"
"Don't forget your respect," she warns.
"Sorry, ma'am," he apologizes quickly. "No, I wasn't planning on it, but then again, I can't see anything."
Fresh, but she loves his sense of humor, and his point is well taken.
"In that case, the answer is no; there are no limits. I'll let you know if you cross any lines that shouldn't be crossed."
He grins but holds his tongue.
"Don't forget, if I feel anything below your belt against my body, you'll hear from my crop. Understood?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Are we ready?" she challenges, secretly hoping he'll try once more to impress.
"I do have one last question."
Curious as hell but not about to let on, Bella hums a casual, "Mmhmm?"
"Do I have a time limit?"
She welcomes the succulent fantasy he's just set out before her: touching, kissing, tasting, teasing her into infinity. Most subs would go straight for the pot of gold, seeking to bring her off as quickly as possible.
Matching his quip, she responds, "Check out time is 11 a.m. tomorrow."
"I'd really like to get started then, if it's all right with you, ma'am?"
Bella considers a little Blind Man's Bluff, maybe make him seek her out rather than stand in front of him, but she can't bring herself to move out of his reach. Turns out, the point is moot, because the second she gives the word, he reaches out with both hands and captures her arms.
His fingers lightly navigate the expanse of her shoulders, leaving goosebumps in their wake. It takes every ounce of self-discipline Bella possesses to stand there passively, to not take charge of this moment, not dive across the space between them and take what she can.
The room is dead quiet but for their breathing. The two of them are fully focused on his fingertips as they trail like ten tiny feathers into the hollow of her neck and climb, tracing the sensitive skin under her hair and behind her ears. He anchors his thumbs at her cheekbones and takes a tentative step forward.
As he pulls her face to his, Bella closes her eyes and allows herself to experience the kiss as Edward does, with other senses heightened: the hint of mint on his tongue, the plump, moist feel of their joined lips, the spicy scent of lime and sandalwood, and their swallowed groans of passion. Edward lingers unhurriedly, and she realizes it's been a long, sad time since she's been kissed this way by a man.
Thoroughly distracted, she doesn't notice Edward grabbing hold of the silver ring at the top of her dress and dragging it down her body. He drops his face into the opening at her cleavage and presses a soft kiss into her delicate skin. The judge is a breast man, she recalls. Cupping her gently with both hands, he draws out her mounds of flesh from behind the leather, bringing each breast to his mouth in agonizing slow motion.
Her body is a live wire, vibrating in place for his next touch. Bella closes her fists around his hair, unable to stand idly by any longer. Edward grunts and grazes a nipple with his teeth, soothing it over with his tongue when she hisses.
He crouches and tugs the zipper to the bottom. The two halves of her dress fall open, exposing her to his touch but not his vision. He wraps his palms around her calves and glides upward, finding his way to the juncture of her legs like a man reading Braille. She gasps and twitches when his tongue finds her hot center. Her hands fly out and grasp his shoulders for balance as he teases and nuzzles her with every part of his face.
Just when the rising tide threatens to swell, he stops short, stands, and pushes her dress over her shoulders. He surprises her with a sudden kiss, passing her own taste back onto her tongue. Though he's the blinded one, he knocks her totally off balance, swooping her up in his arms and carrying her over to the bed. She lets out a squeal as he tosses her into the pile of pillows with a mischievous grin and scurries up after her as if she might try to escape.
In the process of situating himself between her legs, he accidentally brushes her with his knee. Bella delivers the promised reprimand—a quick sting of the crop—and Edward flinches momentarily before digging into his task with a renewed gusto. His fingers slide into place, probing and caressing her slick skin while his mouth bathes her in warmth. The tension is mounting quickly; he seems to be feeling it, too, humming and lapping at her and squirming between her legs. Bella feels the wave about to crest, can't help crying out, "Yes! Don't stop!"
Edward works her with all ten fingers and every part of his mouth—lips, teeth, tongue, breath. Driven to delirium with his frenzied attentions, Bella flies over the top, quivering under his mouth until he finally releases her with soft kisses on the inside of her thighs.
"Come up here, pet. The ban on your lower half is officially lifted."
Edward crawls up her body and snuggles into Bella's side. She rewards him with a slow, sensual kiss. "Thank you. That was lovely."
"My pleasure," he murmurs.
"Wait here, please." She rolls out of bed, reluctantly leaving the warmth of his eager body and pulling on her street clothes. Bella sits down on the bed and releases Edward's blindfold, but not before ogling him once more.
His mouth turns down into a pout as his vision is cleared. "You're dressed?"
"Mmhmm. That's all for today."
A definite frown clouds his features.
She pushes back the hair from his forehead. "You're disappointed?"
"Sorry. Not meaning to sound ungrateful, it's just..."
"Edward, I warned you..."
"Oh God, no. Not that." Suddenly he sits up next to her on the bed and plants his feet on the floor, unable to handle her direct gaze. "I wanted the chance to show you...this is embarrassing now..."
He's turned bright pink.
"Show me what?"
"I went commando for you," he forces out in a humiliated rush.
She can't help glancing into his lap and feeling crazy flattered that he remembered. Bella stands and takes his hand, pulling Edward to his feet in front of her and kissing him again. She slips her fingers inside his belt loops and playfully twists his hips.
"Show me next time."
A/N: NEXT TIME! YAY!
I want to thank you all so much for your wonderful, supportive reviews and love for this couple. I had a very busy (wonderful) week away from home and my computer, but I read and enjoyed each review, even if I could not respond to each one. Little Halloween graduated from COLLEGE *wipes away tears of joy* and family "vacation" ensued.
On top of all that, there have been some very special birthdays this week. If you're into slash (that's boy-boy stuff) and feel like checking out my little birthday fantasy piece for Les Sharpe (a very fantastic lady indeed), you can find it on my slash blog. BEWARE, this one is NOT Twific! Take away the spaces: bohslash . blogspot p/worth-it . html
See you next Friday, when I will sneak away from my Very Discordia Day in Beantown to post Guilty 6!
MWAH and thanks for the love for Domella and Judgeward. XXX ~BOH