Jason: Ori is finally back!!! I was so worried about her. She's still in the hospital but she's using my laptop to write instead of using sheets of notebook paper like she was doing before. That girl writes all the time. I don't think she ever takes a break. lol. And also, thank you so much to everyone for all their encouraging and heart-felt PM's and reviews. Although you may not know it, they helped tremendously to both me and Ori.
Ori: Yeah, I'm still at the hospital. It's harder to write these chapters now that I'm in the hospital but we'll manage. And yes, I'm back in action! :D I know Jason already said it, but I'm going to say it again. Thank you so much for everyone's concern. I didn't know that people on fanfiction even cared about me.
Jason: Babe, I was so worried about you. Don't ever scare me like that again.
Ori: I'm sorry, Jay. I promise that was my last coma. I love you, baby.
Jason: Love you too. *hugs Ori gently cuz she's still in a little pain* Damn, I'm so glad you're back!
Ori: Me too! Okay, so I guess this means that we should get back to the story. We hope you like this chapter!! :D If you don't like parts of it then that means that I probably wrote those parts. I'm a little loopy from the pain medicine. XD
Jason: You're cute when you're high on valium, babe. *winks adorably* LOL. btw, Ori and I have decided to switch up the POVs for a little while.
Edward Cullen
I held her in my arms for a while, conscious of the fact that we were both sweaty. I brushed a stray lock of hair away from her eyes, moving my hand so that I could cup her cheek. I felt her move her mouth so that she could press her lips to my palm. I stopped breathing. Did that mean she was starting to love me? Could it be possible that something so simple could mean so much?
After we showered together, only washing each other's bodies and hair – nothing more - I noticed that night had descended. I knew that Bella would be tired and sore, after all, we'd had sex three times today in various places. After we said goodnight and she went to her bedroom; I felt a small smile tug at my lips. Today had been both stressful and wonderful. I loved spending the entire day with her and I wished I could do it again tomorrow. But I had also been negligent by not monitoring her healing. I made a mental note to check on her in the morning.
As I lay in my bed, I tried to sleep, to achieve some kind of rest. But she was all I thought about. Growling in frustration, I rolled over and clenched my eyes shut. I remembered how her eyes had lit up when we entered the bookstore, how bright and ecstatic she was when I told her to pick out some books that she wanted. I remembered her excitement and happiness when she saw Alice, and how beautiful she looked in the early morning light. After an hour of sleeplessness, I stood up out of the bed, deciding to check on her now instead of early the next morning.
Dressed in only my boxers, I slowly opened my bedroom door and glanced out into the hall. Bella's bedroom was at the other end of the hall and I silently walked towards it. I almost felt as if I was trespassing by coming into her room so late at night.
Grateful that her door didn't make a sound when opened, I slowly went inside, closing it behind me.
She was sleeping soundlessly in the bed, the covers drawn up to her chin as she lay curled in a ball on her side. Her face was serene, turned towards me, the covers nearly hiding her beautiful face from me. I leaned back against the door, my heart growing heavy from sorrow.
She would never love me. Whatever I did, she could never love me. Bella was everything I wasn't and there was no conceivable reason that she would care for me. Suddenly, I wished that I had the heroin again so that I could forget my fucked up thoughts and worries.
Slowly walking to the bed, I stood at the far edge. I wanted to lie next to her, to feel her heartbeat against my skin and her solid body close to mine. I had never been one for sentimentality, but in that moment, I wanted to lie beside her like a normal couple. A few stolen moments with her asleep in my arms.
Careful so that I didn't wake her, I climbed into the bed with her, pulling the covers over me and lay on my side, looking at her back as she faced away from me. She wore a white tank top and a pair of boy shorts that seemed so innocent. I gently placed my hand on her hip, moving my thumb slowly under her shirt to the exposed skin of her waist. A small sigh escaped her lips and she rolled over, turning towards me. I froze, thinking that she had woke up. But her eyes were still closed and a small smile spread over her lips.
Her seraphic face was not even an inch away from mine. The slopes of our noses lined up, our foreheads unintentionally pressing together. Without thinking, I cupped her face with my hands, wanting to kiss her mouth, but resisted. Instead, I lightly pressed my lips to the tip of her nose and each corner of her mouth. She sighed again and hugged my chest, laying her head on my torso, just under my chin. Surprised, I froze, but then put my arms gently around her.
It was so easy to believe that she loved me then. So simple. Looking down at her chocolate hair cascading down to the sheets, I closed my eyes. I wished this moment could last forever, that she would never have to wake up and I could continue with this beautiful illusion that she was all I needed in the world.
After a few hours, I drifted into a deep sleep with an angel in my arms.
It was the first time I had truly slept peacefully in years.
xXx
The next morning I was woken by the weak sunlight trickling through the window, slowly illuminating the room. I was slightly disoriented, unsure of where I was. The bed didn't feel like my own – too soft – and there was something laying on me.
Glancing down, I saw that Bella still slept with her head on my chest. Warmth spread through my body at the thought that she hadn't yet woke up. At least I could enjoy this moment before she woke and told me to go away. I would treasure every second I had.
As she slept, I ran my fingers up and down her arm. My thoughts wandered to trivial things such as the fact that I hadn't done practically any housecleaning since she had been here. I didn't like to hire a maid because she always got in my way and I couldn't stand people in my house other than myself. Thinking about how Bella was now living with me, I wondered if she had really changed me so much. Not only did I want her with me, I hated the silence that I had once embraced. The laundry would need to be done and the dishes needed to be put into the dishwasher. I was thankful I didn't have any pets or they would probably have starved to death by now.
But housekeeping was the least of my problems. I had to think of a plan to make her love me. Using my fingers to gently probe her scalp, I noticed that the knot that had been on the back of her head had receded. I didn't see any major bruises on her skin either, only the yellowing ones that were disappearing. She would leave soon. She was more or less perfectly fine and she would have to go home in a couple of days.
That meant I had two days to make her love me.
Shit.
I had watched romance movies before, once or twice. Sometimes the couple fought at first, sometimes they had an instant attraction. But almost always, they came passionately together in love and heat. I remembered numerous clichés – roses and boxes of chocolate – none of which I particularly cared for. Maybe I could make her breakfast again or pull out her chair when she went to sit down.
I huffed in irritation and looked up at the ceiling. Fuck. This was going to be harder than I thought. It went against everything I had grown up knowing. When I was fifteen and already deep into my addiction, I had once knocked a guy out cold just to take his wallet. If you were soft in any way, you would be tore to shreds. I had endured my fair share of street gangs and fights, and all of it taught me never to show emotion or you were easy prey. It was getting harder and harder to remain cold to Bella, but it was also harder to open up. The thought of her knowing my shitty past made me cringe. But how else would she fall in love with me? Didn't she have to know who I was before she fell in love with me?
Hell, I had no idea what to do. I was battling with my fears and desires in that moment. Was telling her worth seeing her reaction? What if I frightened her . . . or worse, disgusted her? I didn't think I could survive if that happened.
She stirred, her nose crinkling as her eyes fluttered open. I could see the serene smile that tugged at her lips, her still-heavy eyelids struggling to open.
I knew it would only be a matter of seconds before she woke up. I should go, before she's fully coherent. But I felt anchored to this spot by some intangible force. I couldn't have moved if I wanted to. I closed my eyes, keeping my arms around her delicate body, and waited for the disgust I knew would be apparent in her voice. The last thing she wanted was to find me laying beside her.
"Edward?" Her voice was soft as a whisper, yet I kept my eyes closed. The longer I could put off her true reaction, the better. I felt something brush up my chest and my breathing hitched. Could it be her fingertips? Or even her lips? "Edward, look at me," she murmured, almost pleading.
Defeated, I opened my eyes. I couldn't refuse her anything. I was no better than a slave at her feet.
Two very large chocolate eyes stared into mine. Instead of the anger that I feared would be evident, there was only gentleness.
"I'm sorry to have bothered you," I said gruffly, sitting up. "I'll leave so you can get your rest." I gingerly moved away from her and stood up off the bed. Damn it, Cullen, I thought, you're pushing her away again. But I didn't want to stay and hear her tell me to leave.
Suddenly, I felt her warm hand close around my wrist, stopping me from moving. I turned back to see her on her hands and knees on the bed, her left hand holding my wrist. "Please don't leave," she whispered. Those dark eyes stared relentlessly into mine. Gentle yet scorching. "I like . . ." She looked down and let go of my wrist. A small blush began to diffuse soft color over her face. I waited, my whole body screaming at me to do something to comfort her. But I wanted to know what she was going to say.
Her pause was so long that I was afraid she wouldn't finish.
"Yes?" I prompted softly.
Her eyes flashed up to mine. "I like waking up with you." Her voice was so soft that I almost didn't hear her. I stood still. It was too good to be true, what she had just said.
Bella took a deep breath. "Please don't leave, Edward."
I sat down on the edge of the bed slowly. I was afraid that if I moved too quickly that this would turn out to be just a dream. Cupping her cheek with my palm, I leaned in and pressed my lips against her forehead. "I won't leave, Bella," I said, pulling away so that I could see her angel's face.
With that one sentence, I meant that I would never leave her, not if she still wanted me around. She could leave, but I would still be waiting for her, hoping that she could someday love me.
A slave indeed.
The next few hours were among the best I had ever experienced. Bella lay curled beside me, a euphoric smile radiant on her lips. She told me corny jokes, making me laugh because of her determined attempts to make me smile. She told me about Alice and how they had been friends ever since she could remember. I was content to simply listen to her talk, to watch the way she used her hands and bit her lip when she paused.
There was a long silence then. I had been looking up at the ceiling as she spoke, a smile starting to form. Now I glanced down to see that she was sitting beside me, legs crossed so that she sat Indian style. Her doe-like eyes stared down at me seriously.
In that prolonged silence, the atmosphere changed. The easy conversation was gone, replaced with a tenseness that engulfed me.
"You know you can tell me anything, right?" she asked, her voice earnest. "There's no need to hold everything inside you; that only makes it worse."
My heart sped up slightly. Did she know about the heroin? "What are you talking about?" I said evasively. I put my hands behind my head and stared pointedly at the ceiling.
She sighed gently. "I think you know exactly what I'm talking about." I could feel her eyes on me like a hot brand, searing my flesh. Glancing back at her, I was surprised to find that her eyes weren't angry like I thought they would be, instead they were full of pity.
Growling in exasperation, I stood up from the bed, walking quickly to the window. I didn't want her pity. Pity never helped anything – it only made things worse. Abruptly, I remembered the pitying face of the priest at Carlisle's funeral. Placing my hands on the window ledge, I leaned forward, clenching my eyes shut against the fresh onslaught of memories.
Two small hands pressed lightly against my back. Startled, I jumped, but refused to turn around.
When she spoke, her voice was kinder than I would have thought. I was going to have to learn that not everyone was as much of an ass as I was sometimes. Bella was caring and gentle; I quickly hated myself for being so cruel to her. She deserved better.
"I'm sorry, Edward, for upsetting you," she murmured. I thought I felt her lips press against my back. My skin ignited where we touched a slight shiver rippling up my spine. "I was only . . . I wanted to help you." Her voice broke on the last word and pain spliced through my heart.
Breathing in deeply, I turned around. Tears swam in her eyes but she smiled weakly at me. Fuck, I disgusted myself. I had just hurt her more. Was there no end to my cruelty?
"Oh, Bella," I breathed, cupping her face with my hands. "You have nothing to be sorry about. It was my fault." I took a deep breath once again. I knew what was coming. I would have to tell her. "I'm not used to . . . people helping me. And my past isn't very pleasant." A tear beaded up and trickled down her cheek. I wiped it away with my thumb.
"Perhaps if you talked about it . . ." she suggested delicately. I stared into those dark eyes that seemed to know so much about me although I had barely told her anything.
I shook my head. "I don't think that talking would help, Bella. I would rather just leave the past untouched. There is no use digging up things that I can't change."
"But, Edward. Don't you see? Talking about it is the only way you can move on with your life. If it still haunts you, then maybe confronting it will help."
I dropped my hands and looked away. I didn't want this. I didn't want her to know about me. Gritting my teeth, I turned my back on her again, leaning on the window, hoping she would just drop it.
"Nothing will help," I muttered grimly.
"Tell me about living on the streets, Edward," she said quickly, as if she was afraid that this was the only time she would ever have to talk about this. "You said you ran away after your mother died – what was it like? I want to know."
Anger suddenly flared up inside me and I whirled. "You really want to know what it was like to starve in an alley and steal to survive?" My voice was harsh but I couldn't seem to maintain that cool façade I had so carefully constructed. The walls were destroyed, and with the pain, the fury was let loose. "You want to know what it was like to eat dead rats that you found in the streets, trying to cook the meat with a cigarette lighter but too hungry to really care if it was raw or not? Or how about the fights? Broken hands that you couldn't even take to the doctor to get fixed, living with the stabs of pain simply because there was no other way. Perhaps you would like to know about the beer or the drugs."
It was as if every memory of those years flooded back to me, a massive tidal wave that I could neither survive, nor ignore. They were vivid, excruciatingly real. A mirthless laugh slipped past my throat as I walked towards the bed and sat down. I knew that my legs wouldn't hold me up for very long if I continued. The floodgates had been opened and there was no stopping the torrent of words or pain. It was all I could do to keep from hitting something, anything.
She stood silently at the window, watching me.
"I knew I couldn't go back to my father. Not after I had left him immediately after mother died. Or at least, that's what I thought. I thought that he wouldn't want me back. What I had done was unforgivable. So I learned to live without a home or a steady supply of food. Gangs were always a problem in Seattle and I was often stupid enough to wander into their various territory. Once I was beaten and thrown off the pier into the ocean. I washed up on shore, though, and a man performed CPR on me. And like the ungrateful ass that I was, I stumbled away, not even saying thank you."
I felt as if I was in a dream. The words were coming from my mouth but I wasn't able to stop them. As if I was just a marionette at the command of some vicious puppeteer.
"The only time it was possible to ignore the hunger or the nagging pain in my entire body was when I . . . discovered the heroin."
I heard her light intake of air. Not wanting to see her reaction, I closed my eyes, holding my head in my hands. It was finally out. She knew and there was nothing I could do to erase the past few seconds.
"You have to understand, Bella. It was the only peace I had. It was the only way I could forget my shitty life and feel something other than disgust at myself. During those years that I lived on the streets, it was the only thing that made my life bearable." I felt her sit down softly beside me, her hand resting lightly on my arm. But I didn't move. I had to make her understand, to make her see that I only used the drug to have some peace from my fucked up existence. My words flowed faster now. Now that she knew, there was no reason for her not to walk out on me.
I turned to her, my eyes wild with urgency. "The heroin was only for a little while. I promise you, I'm fine now. It's just that I needed something in my life that didn't drive me crazy."
My eyes flickered to her lips momentarily. This woman that I had thought about for nearly two years finally knew the darkest part of me. My soul was a twisted, blackened thing, left over from all the injections of the drug and the blackening, infection-riddled holes that used to be in the crease of my elbow. Her's was pure ivory and untouched. We were complete opposites – black and white. But I needed her worse than I had ever needed the heroin, even while in rehab when I was hallucinating from withdrawal and madness. If she left me now, I didn't see how I was ever going to survive it.
That thought made me clench my eyes shut. I felt her soft warm hands cup my cheeks, forcing me to look into the eyes that I dreaded most right now. I knew she would be disgusted, frightened, angry even. She had every right to be. I had lied to her, withholding my past from her when she had a right to know what kind of monster had taken her in.
"But then it began to change," I said softly. "The heroin had become my addiction and I went without food sometimes in order to pay for a fix. It became my hell instead of my deliverance."
"Oh, Edward, I'm sorry," she said. Glancing up at her, I allowed myself the mercy of looking at this angel that was somehow still with me. "I didn't know. I'm sorry."
I shook my head, trying to tell her that she had no need to be sorry. If anything, I was the one who should apologize. For burdening her with this, for telling her. The pain was still locked inside me, burning my nerves slowly, punishing me for my past mistakes. No matter what I did, I would be plagued with the knowledge of how I had screwed up my life. This agony, this torment would never leave. I thought I had managed to control it, to repress it, but now I saw that I had been very wrong. It was here to stay.
Bella pressed her lips to the tip of my nose, then to my forehead. And with that one small mercy, I felt my wounds begin to heal. I had never had anyone care this much for me before. Wrapping my arms around her small body, I pressed my face into her neck.
I felt as if she could save me from myself. As if she was the only thing between me and the vast chasm of my sins.
The heroin had never been my salvation – Bella was.
xXx
We sat like that for a long time, simply holding each other. Rather, Bella was holding me. I needed her body pressed against mine; I needed her soft lips touching my cheeks, nose, eyelids. But the worst was over.
It was a miracle. She was my miracle. She knew of the heroin, the stealing, the hunger – and she was still here.
Bella wanted to make breakfast this morning and I didn't feel like disagreeing with her. As the pain of the memories faded, a stronger emotion replaced it. Slowly, the realization that she was here sunk in. I couldn't help the smile that spread over my face while we ate. The euphoria surging through me was staggering, consuming. It was all I could do to keep from kissing her senseless when she stood up to put the dishes into the sink.
"I need to wash some clothes," she said uncertainly.
I nodded. "Of course." I smiled softly and brought her hand to my lips, kissing the palm. "The laundry room is downstairs, by the gym."
She nodded and slowly turned away.
I told myself to wait for at least an hour before I began searching for her. It was only right to let her have some time to think before I intruded on her. But I could only endure forty-five minutes before I walked out of the kitchen and headed straight for the laundry room.
When I turned the corner, I saw that the door was open. Bella was leaning against the washing machine, staring down at her sock feet. She still wore a pair of shorts and a tank top. Her hair was now pulled back into a pony-tail, out of her face. The washing machine shook gently behind her as it washed.
I stepped inside and her head snapped up. Her eyes ran over my t-shirt covered chest, then up to my face. I smiled and walked up to her, placing my hands on her hips.
"Hey, Edward," she said, placing her arms lightly on my shoulders, around my neck.
"Hello, Bella." I paused, unsure. Her eyes were gentle and patient as she waited, but I could see that there was something else. "I'm sorry for telling you my past. I didn't want to burden you."
She pressed her hand to my mouth, stopping me from saying anything else. "I'm glad you told me, Edward. Thank you."
Before I could respond, she clutched my hair in her fingers and pulled my face to hers. Her lips crushed against mine. She was really here. Bella didn't hate me and she wasn't going to run away. The joy I had felt earlier rushed through me once again. Pressing her back into the washer, I sucked on her tongue, running my hands down her torso to grasp the hem of her top.
"I hope you don't mind," I said when her shirt was on the floor. "But you're not going to wear anything for the next hour."
She moaned, her eyes closing slightly as her head fell back. I moved my lips down her neck, biting and sucking. Fuck, I wanted her. I knew I would never stop wanting her, needing her. Her smile, her beautiful, honest character, her kindness – she was my addiction.
I sucked her nipple into my mouth. Her chest was heaving, practically begging me to tease it. She was clutched the edge of her washer for support, her knuckles white. Kneading her other breast with my hand as I swirled my tongue around the left one, I moved my free hand to the waistband of her shorts, dipping two fingers inside.
"Oh God," she moaned, pushing her hips into my hand.
I pulled back and watched with satisfaction as her naked breasts heaved from the force of her breathing. "From now on, the only name you will say when I'm about to fuck you, is mine," I purred into her ear. "Understood?"
She nodded furiously. "Fuck yes, Edward."
I ripped open her shorts, unbuttoning it by sheer force, and pulled them down her fucking perfect legs. I could see her pussy wet and glistening in the fluorescent lights above us. She gasped, her hands moving to my t-shirt, yanking it over my head.
The heat inside my body was setting my skin to flame, a scorching inferno. The need and lust that was so often between us was now intertwined with the pathetic love that I felt for her. Of course, she didn't know that I loved her and I was counting on that. If she knew, that might be the thing that pushed her away from me. So I would keep it to myself for now.
My mouth was everywhere on her body. I couldn't get enough of her silky skin, the delicate taste of her.
Her nails scoured my bare back. I hissed at the pain that was instantly converted to pleasure.
"Fuck," I growled, moving my hands from her siren's body long enough so that I could undo my trousers. My breathing was ragged and my hard-on was nearly painful. Letting my cock free, I pressed her back into the washer.
"No," she said firmly, stopping me. "You're going to be naked, Edward." Her eyes were wild with desire and heat, her voice low and husky. Then she bent towards me and yanked my pants down my legs almost viciously. My boxers came with it.
Shit, I nearly came right then.
Stepping out of the constricting fabric, I kicked my pants away. There was hardly any foreplay between us, only a primal desire to be together.
Our mouths were fused together as I sat her on top of the washer so that she would be on level with me. The washing machine vibrated beneath her, causing her body to shake in my hands.
"Oh God," she gasped when I pushed her thighs apart. Bella let her head hang back.
"What did I tell you?" I warned sternly. "If I hear anything like that again, I won't hesitate to punish you." My voice was low and guttural as I struggled to hold back. Looking at her flushed, over-heated body, I knew that I would never hurt her. But I was going to punish her if she did that again. The rule was stupid, but I just wanted an excuse to tie her up. The thought of seeing her at my mercy made a bud of pre-cum appear on the head of my dick.
"Yes, Edward," she breathed, her eyes wide.
I smirked, looking straight into those chocolate orbs and placed my index finger directly over her slit. I moved my finger slowly up, from her entrance to her nub, collecting her juices on the end of my finger. She writhed on the washer, her eyes clenched shut, and I suddenly realized that the motions of the washer beneath her turned my finger into a sort of vibrator.
"You naughty, naughty girl," I purred, a dangerous smile spreading over my lips. "Sex on a washing machine – how diabolical. I bet you're already so wet that your juices are trickling down your thighs." I knew I had just seen how utterly wet she was but I just wanted a reason to taste her. "Maybe I should look."
Her eyes widened as I leaned down. I hadn't shaved that morning so there was dark stubble along my jaw. I wondered if she would find the feeling pleasurable. As I leaned down, I watched her eyes widen and her mouth part.
Then I directed my attention on the task at hand.
"Mmmm, Bella," I murmured, shaking my head. "You're drenched. Maybe I should clean this up for you."
Holding her thighs still with my hands, I lightly licked up the trail of liquid that ran down them. Fuck, how could she taste so sinful?
"Shit," she gasped, her hands knotting in my hair. "Edward." She lifted her hips off the shaking washing machine.
Wanting to tease the shit out of her, I ran the tip of my tongue over her folds, only touching the edges. I wanted to push her legs up to her chest so that I could bite and suck her delicious little pussy as long as I wanted. You've had your way enough today, Cullen, I thought, attempting to control myself.
I once again ran my finger down her entrance, never going inside her, and watched as the honey-sweet liquid beaded on my finger. "Taste yourself, Bella," I said, moving my hand to her mouth.
Staring straight at me, she pulled my finger into her mouth, her full pink lips closing over the digit. Shit, she knew what she was doing. Curling her tongue around my finger, she pulled me deeper into her hot mouth, using her teeth to scrape down my skin. My eyes closed and I held my breath in an attempt to control my now raging erection. She was showing me exactly what she could do with that mouth of hers. In the span of only a few seconds, I imagined her in so many different positions it was staggering.
"Damn it, Edward," she moaned when I flicked her nipples. Her hands grasped my cock, pulling me roughly to her in a way that nearly made me cum before I was even inside her. "Fuck me now."
I growled and quickly dug into the pocket of my jeans that were lying on the floor. In less than a second, the condom was on my pulsing dick and her nails were scratching my back, our mouths hot on each other's skin. With one quick thrust, I rammed into her. Her ass scooted back on the slick white top of the washer, and I quickly pushed her towards me again.
"Oh FUCK!" she screamed, arching into me. The washing machine made my dick rub erratically against her walls, doubling the pleasure.
"Hell," I growled, pulling slowly out of her, slamming once again into the pussy I was beginning to know so well. My hands gripped her hips tightly, impaling her deeper onto my pulsing cock. Her legs wrapped tightly around my waist so that our hips collided every time I plunged into her. Bella's screams were one of the most erotic things I had ever heard, spurring me on.
I reached down, rubbing her nub roughly. Her mouth struggled to dominate mine, our passion manifesting itself in sweat, tongues, lips, and screams.
Then the washer stopped moving for a moment, then started up again. It was switching to the rinse cycle. Bella pulled back a little, surprised that the washing machine was still going. "You're not getting away from me that easy," I growled. A single thought ran through my mind – Bella knew everything about my past and yet she was still here. My incredulity turned to heat and I pulled completely out of her. She groaned in frustration as I positioned the head of my dick at her entrance. With a savageness that was almost brutal, I plunged into her, my balls slapping lightly against her skin.
"God, Edward," she cried out, the sound of her screams hardening my cock further, a feat I would have thought impossible.
And on the still-running washing machine I fucked the shit out of my beautiful angel, the walls of her pussy milking my cock. My eyes clenched shut as I came, releasing into the condom, dying a thousands deaths of white-hot pleasure.
Slowly, when we came back to ourselves and the washer had long ceased its job, I pulled out of her, tossing the spent condom in the trash. She leaned heavily against me, her breathing starting to slow. Brushing my fingers down her shoulders to the curve of her breasts, I waited until she sat up before I spoke.
"I'm afraid that now I'm going to have to punish you, Bella," I said sternly. "I told you that the only name you are allowed to speak while I fuck you is mine." Honestly, I just wanted her naked and tied up. And it would help me keep my mind off the fact that I had told her everything. Even though she wasn't leaving me, it had to have some kind of repercussions and I wanted to postpone those for as long as possible.
Bella leaned back and looked at me, eyes wide with uncertainty.
I smiled dangerously and brushed my fingers over her pussy. She bit back a moan. "I think I'm going to enjoy punishing you, Isabella," I purred her full first name, enjoying the way she writhed atop the washing machine.
Ori: We're sorry about the delay for this chapter. But we hoped you liked it. And sorry for the insane length of it too!!! 13 pages! That's a lot compared to the standard 9 that we usually do.
Jason: I think this is the longest chapter we've ever written! But we really really hoped you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading, guys!! And in case you haven't noticed, the chapter titles are where the smut is in the chapter. Just so you know. *winks*