~SIN 11~
"Happy spring," Edward says, stepping through her door with a massive bouquet of tulips in soft pink, vivid orange, deep purple, and bright yellow.
"Hmph!" Bella takes the flowers with a dramatic display of annoyance that neither of them believes. "Trying to butter me up again?"
"Absolutely," he grins, stepping forward to give her a sweet kiss hello.
"Surely you know by now I can't be swayed with flowers?" She cocks an eyebrow and fights back her smile. He's brought her flowers every single time he's come to her home and after four weeks of this treatment, she doesn't see that ending any time soon—at least, she hopes it won't. He's spoiling her shamelessly, and she is equally brazen about loving it.
Edward quickly assures her, "Not swaying, just buttering."
"Okay then," she replies, taking his offering and moving her eyes slowly down his body, resting at his waist. Leaning in, she murmurs, "Have you been a good boy?" and delights at the goose bumps that dance over his skin.
He knows he doesn't have to call her ma'am until they're downstairs, and he takes full advantage of his last remaining moments of freedom with a cheeky, "Always."
Bella presses a hand against his chest. "Okay, you. I want you downstairs, stripped down to that leather ring you've been wearing for me."
He has to be throbbing by this point, poor guy, and she can't wait to tease him to the edge of his sanity. "Better hurry; you only have 'til I put these in water."
Edward's eyebrows lift. "Don't forget to trim back the stems so the—"
"Seriously?" she interrupts.
"Going!"
Tulips For My Domme, the title of our love story, Bella muses. Yes, the word springs to mind without hesitation, guilt, or even fear. She's learned by this point in her life that the illusion of power is just that. Love takes its own path, heedless of whips and handcuffs and marriage licenses. For that matter, she may have Edward bound up in a thick leather cock ring, but she doesn't control him any more than she can dominate her own heart; true surrender is yielded, not taken.
Bella leaves her robe on the hook outside the playroom, strides in, and takes in the perfect sight of her submissive standing exactly the way she loves him—shoulders snapped back, head held proudly, hands clasped behind his back so that every ripple of his sculpted front is accentuated, cock proud and aching for her in the restraint. She steps around him slowly, trailing her fingertips across his broad shoulders, over the expanse of his tight chest, and finally, agonizingly, down the length of his front until they meet the neatly trimmed hairs above the black leather ring.
He hisses as her palm cups his balls. "You are so nice and hard for me, pet."
"Yes, ma'am."
She strokes the length of his erection with two fingertips, and he lets out a soft moan. His desperation ignites her own need; she loves him like this. "No release since our scene on Monday, right?"
"No, ma'am." Three days without an orgasm and thirty minutes within the leather, Edward is starting to get shaky.
She strips out of her corset in front of him, delighting in the way his eyes devour her. Bella steps closer, seemingly ignoring the way her thighs jostle his lengthened cock, the hardened tips of her nipples barely grazing the firm lines of his chest. She talks to him in restrained whispers, allowing the soft puffs of air to tease across his shoulders, into the crook of his neck.
"Did you miss me?"
His voice catches when he speaks. "Yes, ma'am."
"Did you think about me at work when you put my cock ring on?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Were you hard for me, pet?"
"Yes, ma'am," he presses out in a desperate rush as she fists him at the base and slides her hand up and down along his shaft.
"You are rock hard now, that's for sure."
His response is a soft squeak and a definite sway. Bella steadies him and gently urges, "You better sit down. I'm not nearly done with you yet."
Edward's eyelids become heavy as he walks toward the bondage chair and sits gingerly, holding his hands obediently behind his back. Bella steps behind him, pulls his hands around behind the chair back, and clips his wrists into the waiting cuffs. Rounding to the front, she places her palms on his thighs and leans in to kiss him. "I think I better lock your ankles in too—for your own protection."
A low growl rattles inside his chest, and Bella pictures him as a panther—he looks like he'd pounce...if circumstances were different. Instead, he waits and watches and wants. Bella fastens his ankles against the outside of the chair legs, leaving him open and vulnerable. Crouched between his knees, she possesses him, running her hands up his shins, knees, and the inside of his thighs. Edward's eyes are locked on her hands, and his cock reaches for her touch.
"You want me, pet?"
"Yes, ma'am. Always." His embellishment lacks the earlier moxie and brings a lump to her throat.
Bella stands between Edward's legs and slides her thong down and away. She moves closer, his hot, needy eyes making her so wet for him. His tongue makes a slow swipe across his lower lip as she lifts her legs one at a time over his lap, sliding forward on his thighs and teasing at his tip.
He sucks in a gasp of air, and his eyes flutter closed. So beautiful in his desperation, he tugs at her heart strings while electrifying her senses. The pungence of their arousal permeates the air around them; their bodies glisten with the strain of unresolved tension. She wraps her hands behind his neck and writhes in his lap, shifting ever closer, tantalizing him with her slippery opening and leaning forward to taste his salty skin.
Edward growls and his hips flex right off the chair.
"Easy, lover. Let me."
He takes a deep breath and steadies himself.
She touches him with her hand, sliding her fingers between the leather and his cock. "Are you ready for me to open this?"
"Please, ma'am. Please!" The last is a whispered plea, and Bella teeters right on that edge with him.
Kissing him soundly, she skims her fingers over his sensitized skin. Her lips at his ear, she whispers back, "Wait for me, pet. I want you inside me."
A whimper escapes him as his forehead drops to her shoulder. "I'll try...so close."
With a quick flick of her wrist, she unsnaps the apparatus and sinks down onto his raging erection. He cries out as she squeezes around him. Her tits press against his chest, and she throws her head back, finally surrendering to her own wild abandon.
"Oh, fuck!" he cries out, his eyes pinched tightly while she rides him. Within seconds, his balls tighten beneath her, and the hot stream of his release fills her.
"So good...so deep...oh...GOD!" Bella is vaguely aware of the soft brush of his lips on her skin as tiny pinpoints of light and color explode in her brain. The playroom is filled with Edward's low grunts and the slowing slaps of her bottom against his thighs. She's overcome when she opens her eyes to the totally unguarded man beneath her—his mouth dropped slightly open, intense jade eyes heavily lidded and glazed but completely tuned in to her responses.
A carefree giggle erupts from her chest, and he seems to snap out of his trance. "You laughing at me?" His crooked grin tells her he wouldn't mind if she were, and his language acknowledges that the scene has ended.
"No. Just happy." She feels lighter than air, and ironically, realizes at that moment that he is bearing all her weight. She leans forward to kiss him, feeling their lips curl into a pair of mirrored smiles. "Thank you," she tells him, pushing off his lap with her hands on his shoulders.
"If I had hands right now, there's no way I would let you up."
"Oh yeah?" She can't help grinning like a fool while she crouches to open his ankle restraints. "What'd you have in mind?" Bella moves behind him, and he has to drop his head back to see her while he answers.
"A whole lot more of the same." His upside-down smile is so adorable, she stops to kiss him again.
"Oh yeah, Mr. Show-off?" she teases, unclipping his wrists. "Maybe I should call your bluff."
In a flash, Edward snags her with his closer arm and pins her onto his lap. He kisses her like he means it, his free hand grabbing at her breast. He's not one bit gentle, and Bella quickly realizes there's not a bluff in sight.
A/N: Just happy. They both deserve it so much, and so do you guys for sticking with this! Some of you long-time readers of mine might be a little surprised at that awesome TIME JUMP...I do love surprising you! I hope this answers many of your questions about what flavor they'd become. Hope you enjoyed it. XOXO ~BOH