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Chapter 19: Control
~~EDWARD~~
I couldn't do anything but watch as she stood, watching the suds slush over rounded curves and hollow valleys. A clearing of her throat snaps me out of my reverie and I stand to wrap the fluffy white towel around her watching her tuck it in around her chest. She grabs another towel and bends at the waist in front of me, rubbing the water out of her long hair. I, seemingly, have become a deaf mute and can't tear my eyes away from the cute crease on the underside of her ass cheek.
The next thing I realize is the white ball of her hair towel smacking me in the chest. The mischievous grin on her face scares the mortal hell out of me. Was I the only one in the room a few minutes ago when I made her cum screaming my name? I'm so fucking confused.
"Shoo!" She pushes me out of the way and prances into the bedroom. She wants a massage, fine, I'll massage. I am, after all, her little whipping boy….today and today only. This subservient shit isn't my thing. I trudge into the bedroom and see that she's spreading a sheet over the duvet on the bed. Most of the throw pillows are arranged in a heap on the floor.
"Strip." She says over her shoulder and busies herself producing a basket filled with bottles which I can assume are massage oils. Hey, I may not be the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I'm not an idiot.
"Pardon me? Did you just say—"
"Yes, Edward. I said strip….all of it….NOW!" The fire in her eyes sparkling and I'm instantly ripping at my clothes, throwing them over my shoulders as they come off. Finally, I stand starkers and obviously hard as a damn rock. Her eyebrow rises as her heated gaze travels over me, smiling as she sees I'm obviously very happy to see her. Damnit, I can't help my body's reaction. From the time I was 12, my cock has ruled my brain. He wants to stand at attention, he stands at damn attention….he has a mind of his own. I'm officially crazy and referring to my dick as a person.
I sweep my hand toward the bed indicating her to lie down and I frown as she laughs unapologetically and sultry. "Edward, you misunderstand. I'm as relaxed as I could possibly be. You on the other hand, have been wound tight all day. Now, get on the bed….face down."
My mouth opens a time or two, but only grunts and sighs escape. "Move!" She commands loudly and I approach the bed like the gallows. I have no idea what's going on in that pretty little head of hers and I don't like the unknown. I crawl up watching every move she makes and lie on my front cautiously. I hear her towel hit the floor behind me and I'm instantly aware that she and I are both naked and there is oil in a basket on the bed. I feel the bed dip as she crawls up on it, opening her knees on each side of me and perching her little bitable ass on my lower back. I feel the heat emanating from between her thighs and I know I'm in hell.
I feel the bed moving as she is assumingly pouring out oil onto her hands. There's a hint of a pregnant pause before a groan rips from my throat as her oil warmed hands grip my shoulders pinching the tightened muscles in her fingertips. Holy Mary, Mother of God that's good.
The sounds coming from my throat sound like I'm walking that tightrope between extreme pleasure and pain. Her hands warm my skin as they slide along my back thumbs pressing into each side of my spine. She hums now and again as she works, seemingly pleased with every moan and sigh I utter. Her hands grip my biceps, working her fingertips around and around until the muscles relax and I think I may be drooling a little on the pillow.
"See….you're so tense. You've got to loosen up, Edward. Doesn't this feel good?" She leans over to whisper in my ear and I feel the tips of her nipples brushing against my hand-warmed back.
"Yessss…." I groan feeling her hips rise off of me to run her hands down my forearms and rock back onto me as her fingers grip my shoulder blades. She slides back a bit as she works on my lower back, pressing into a particular tender spot that makes me jump and whimper. I feel myself relaxing into the mattress, releasing all the stress of the past few days with each swipe of her hand across my skin.
"I know that today has been difficult for you, Edward. You don't have a submissive bone in your body. Asking you to take on that role goes against everything that you are." Her fingers grip and slide over my flesh and I don't know if she's talking to me or just aloud. "As well as you did with my bath, I thought you deserved a little reward….you know, to show my appreciation and to show you I understand how difficult this has been."
Between her soft melodic voice and the pleasing touch of her hands on my skin, my eyes feel so heavy and they dip closed. More warmth is spread over my lower back straight from the bottle as her hands work it in. God, I feel so weightless, like I'm just drifting on pleasure alone.
My eyes snap open as her hands rub hard over the cheeks of my ass, gripping them in her tiny grip. "Um…Bella?" I ask, voice cracking like an adolescent. She ignores me and continues to knead the muscles in my ass fingers slipping along the crease. "B-b-bella?"
"Edward, Edward, Edward….you have to relax. It will only hurt if you tense up." She says frustrated as though she's scolding a rowdy child.
"WHAT?!" I turn beneath her, the oil on my skin making it easy until she's perched on my stomach and I have both of her ass-seeking hands captured in my grip. I try not to notice the subtle bounce of her tits with our movements. I fail in that regard.
"What the fuck, Edward?!" She seethes through clenched teeth. "I'm trying to loosen you up, fuckwad."
"By fucking me in the ass….I don't think so baby. Now, if you want to talk about me being the pitcher to your catcher I'm all ears." I grip her wrists tighter as she struggles against me, her hips sliding over my lower abdomen.
"What the fuck are you talking about, you demented fool? Let me go, asshole!" I have to get her to stop wiggling….or beg her to continue, I'm undecided at the moment.
"Rubbing your fingertips up the crack of my ass telling me to relax or it'll hurt if I tense up?! No thanks, lady….not my thing." I bite back the groan as the cleft of her ass slides against the head of my cock.
" .God. You are an idiot! I meant if you tense up your muscles when I'm massaging that it will hurt, you homophobic moron!" I startle to a stop and immediately feel like an asshole. She was trying to do something nice and I freaked out and jumped to conclusions. Way to go, dipshit.
"Bella…I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking, I've just been on edge….all day….and afraid that you wanted to…I mean….I guess it's stupid." I was rambling, I knew it. She smiled faintly shaking her head at my antics. I relaxed a bit as her oil-slicked hands ran over my chest, pushing my arms up over my head as she swirled her fingertips over the surface. I wrap my hands around the headboard, closing my eyes and enjoy the feel of her body over mine.
"I forgive you, Edward…..I just hope you'll forgive me." Her words drift through my mind a moment too late as I feel the tell-tale bite of the handcuffs snapping around my wrists. My eyes fly open to see that I am indeed handcuffed to the goddamn headboard. My shocked gaze meets hers.
"Bella….what the fuck?! Let me go, this isn't funny." I growl in frustration and a bit of anger.
"No, Edward. You listen and you listen well, I'm in control here….not you. I've not pushed the envelope today but you're seriously pissing me off. Now, I said you were getting a massage and you're going to get a goddamn massage. I don't want to hear your fucking mouth or I know where to find the ball gags!" Our eyes narrow and the tension is palpable. I mutter a curse as my head drops back on the pillow in surrender. I mean, what the hell am I going to do? I'm cuffed to the damn bed.
I choose to ignore the self-satisfied smirk she gives me as she fills her palm with warm oil rubbing her hands together to disperse it. Fine, if she wants to rub her hot little hands all over my body then by all means rub away. I can lay here and wait for…oohhhh, damnit Emmett on a pogo stick! The groan I utter is pure unadulterated pleasure. Who knew this little slip of a woman with a smart ass could have magic hands like this? She works her grip over my chest pinching and kneading the skin paying special attention to my nipples. She bends down close over me as she tightens her hands over my pecs, the rosy peaks of her tits ghosting against me.
I don't think I could be quiet even if I wanted to. With every slide of her hands, every dip and curve of her body over me is slowly but surely driving me insane. The feeling of her small digits sliding over my skin is euphoric as she slides back rubbing her tantalizing slit over my cock to perch prettily on my thighs as she massages my stomach, her wrists a whisper against the part of my body that wants her touch most.
I'm fighting to keep my body still under her touch and I'm losing the battle. My hands flex in their steel prison, as my heels dig into the mattress to arch my hips. If someone would've told me yesterday that this experience would be one of the single most erotic ones of my life, I would have laughed….now, I can only whimper as she adds more oil to her hands and turns on my lower abdomen presenting me with the long line of her back and that tempting little ass.
"Fuck. Me." I hiss as her fingers work deep into the muscles of my thighs and the tinkling laughter makes me smile despite myself. She leans forward to slide down my legs and her breasts brush against my cock, aching and weeping for attention. I'm lost in each swirl of her fingers, each pinch of my skin.
It took me a moment to realize she had stopped. I could have been lying there motionless for mere seconds or hours. When I opened my eyes, she was perched facing me smiling like the cat that ate the fucking canary and leaning forward to open the handcuffs.
"I take it you approve of the massage now?" She chuckles, her voice low and sultry rubbing over the skin of my wrists soothing the chafed skin.
"I think you converted me." My voice laced with humor until she sits back. Her shocked gaze has to mirror my own as the head of my cock slides into her heat the barest bit. We both freeze and I fight everything in me to keep from arching my hips and burying myself inside her like I've wanted to do since seeing her waltz into the squad room.
Her breath pants out of her open mouth and I don't know what to say. What would be appropriate here? Oops?
"Bella….I…..Shitttt!" I yell, her eyes never leaving mine as she sinks down onto me.
