Chapter 26: Sweet Torture

I stare down at her kneeling on the hardwood floor and I don't know what's more insistent my heart hammering against my chest or my now rock hard cock beating a staccato rhythm against my zipper. I look to Jasper and ask 'what the fuck do I do now, Yoda?' and am answered with a casual shrug. Thanks for nothing, oh great mentor.

"Bella….Bella, look at me." I whisper quietly. The determination and dark depths of her eyes halt my breath for a moment.

"Yes, Master?" Her voice answers like a hushed prayer.

"Bella, do you even know what you're asking? You want this?" I ask trying to get her to see how difficult this will be for her. She's brash, opinionated and stubborn as hell….does she really think she can maintain the subservient nature 24/7 for the next week?

"As you desire, so do I." She says softly and I slide to my knees in front of her, the weight of what she's offering making me boneless. I grip her face in my hands and curse under my breath as she raises her chin, but her eyes remain downcast.

"Look at me, damnit!" I seethe and instantly her dark orbs swing to mine. I see no fear there…no wavering. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear I was staring at someone else.

I search her eyes and all I see is….trust. She trusts me to take care of her. She trusts me enough to do this and basically put her life into my hands.

"Kiss me." I murmur and her lips are on mine instantaneously, molding to mine as I cradle her face. My tongue slides across her lips, silently seeking entrance that she gives with a small sound from her throat. The kiss isn't anything like we've shared before. We've shared the angry kiss, the fuck me kiss, and even the desperate kiss…this is different. This is consuming, comforting and slow melding of lips. It's phenomenal.

It feels like hours when we part, both of us sighing against each other. "Okay, I'm in." I say quietly. I can feel Alice practically vibrate with girlish squeals. Jasper somehow contains her enough to tell us he'll see us tomorrow as they duck out the kitchen door. We stay right where we are, my hand smoothing across her face facing each other on our knees.

"Are you tired?" I whisper to her.

"No, not really." She sighs and leans into my hand.

"That's good. You have five minutes to prepare yourself and be in position in the playroom, Isabella." She scrambles from her knees and wobbles precariously on those sexy sky-high heels. "And Bella, the shoes stay on."

XOXOXOXOXO

I make circles around and around the island of the kitchen, hands pulling at my hair and muttering to myself. I wrack my brain to try to remember all that Jasper and Alice have taught us, all the material we've been given and the few BDSM porns that I stumbled onto by accident. Don't you dare judge me; I meant to type twitter not twatter. It isn't my fault that twatter is a porn site. I tried to click off it, but I…aw, fuck it. I watched them, okay? I watched them and I spanked the monkey! Happy now?

I repeat the mantra 'I can do this; I can do this' as I make my seemingly hundredth trek around the kitchen. I feel my palms sweating a bit and I wipe them on my thighs. Note to self, wearing leather pants….doesn't dry them, you just slide. I take a deep breath and centered myself.

"Why am I so fucking nervous? I'm Edward Masen, I don't do nervous. I'm always under control. It's not like I haven't been there before…with Bella. I took control and she loved it. Why the fuck am I doing a marathon in the kitchen talking to myself when there's a fucking hot naked woman in fuck me heels downstairs waiting for me to come and ravish her senseless? Because, I'm a fucking moron, that's why!"

I nearly fall down the stairs in my haste to go down them. I jump the last three and land with a thud outside the door of the playroom, staring at the heavy door and shaking out my shoulders.

"Master brain, Master brain. Get in my Master brain." I take a deep breath and feel the calm fall over me. I call to mind Bella's face as she cums, those sultry eyes and even sultrier words that fall from her lips when she's close. Oh yeah, I can definitely do this.

I turn the knob with confidence and stalk into the playroom. I see her there in the middle of the floor, kneeling gloriously naked except for those shoes that could literally make me weak. One dark lock of hair falling down her chest and covering one nipple. Breathtaking. My steps don't falter until I'm right in front of her, lifting that lock of hair and bending to breathe in her scent.

Her chest lifts rapidly and I hear the little pants of breath leaving her mouth. Someone really wants to be here I'm thinking and her excitement gives me power. Power not to fail…the power to make this good for her.

"Hmmm, you always smell so delectable, pet. Citrus, honey and arousal; It's incredibly intoxicating." My voice sounds foreign to my ears, deeper and more graveled. My hand ghosts against the flesh of her shoulder as I slide the hair back into place floating down her back. I squat bringing my face closer to hers and reach both hands out to lift her breasts, thrilled to watch her nipples contract into little hard nubs.

"You have the most perfect breasts. They are the perfect size to fill my hands and these nipples….God; I could feast on them for hours." She whimpers prettily and it makes me smile.

"There are a few rules I'd like to go over right here, right now. One, you are not to be silent. I want to hear every moan, every scream, do you understand?" She nods in agreement and my thumb and finger roll and pluck her tightened nipples making them tighten further.

"Two, I want you to cum at will….as many times and as wet as possible. I don't yet want to deny either of us. Understood?" She again nods as I stroke and pinch her sensitive skin. I see the shiver in her thighs and the minute shift of her hips.

"Third, and most importantly, I will NEVER hurt you. I will give you what you need and you in return will give me what I need. I will provide care for you during and after and Isabella, remember how much of a gift your submission is to me. Understood? Answer me, Bella."

"Yes, Master." She says with conviction and her eyes flick to mine and I see desire and relief mirrored in them.

"Isabella, do you remember the safe words?" I ask and she nods her voice breathy.

"Yes, Sir. Green for go, yellow for slow down and red the scene stops immediately, Master."

I can't say how I feel about hearing her call me that. The initial reaction is it feels wrong. I think it feels wrong because I was always taught men and women were equals and anything a man could do a woman could do. (My mom taught me that early and often and after she died it still was stuck in my brain.) But, I couldn't deny the part of me that thrilled in it, a small part of me that felt a shiver of want and need when she did.

I slid two fingers over her chest and down her stomach just as they delved into her folds I whisper, "Are you wet for me Bella?"

A whimper is my answer as my digits slide through her wet perfection. She is so responsive to my touch, to my voice and my chest swells with pride that I can cause that. I pull my fingers away, lifting them toward the light, watching as the proof of her desire coats my fingertips. I can't resist as I slide them into my mouth and suck her nectar deep inside. Fuck, she tastes so good.

"Mmmm…quickly becoming my favorite taste in the world." I say more to myself than to her as I stand. "On the table, pet, on your back hands clasped over your head and you better keep them there." I stroll slowly as she sinuously arches to her feet and walks toward the table with a gentle sway of her hips. Fuck, she's incredible.

Her pale skin illuminates against the black leather table. I stand back to watch as her body shifts and arches into position. As her hands rise, her breasts lift and I wish I had a camera handy to capture her like this. My finger trails over her tiny foot and up her leg, turning away right as I reach her upper thighs as her flesh rises in goose bumps.

I take my time opening the armoire, or toy chest, as I've renamed it. I close my eyes for a second and think about what I really wish to see, what I really want to do to her. I smile and chuckle as I pull open the first drawer. I look at all the metal of different gauges, some simple and somewhat archaic looking and some adorned with jewels, small tassels and other whatnots. I see what I want, plucking them from the velvet lining.

I turn back with a smirk and she hasn't moved, but she's watching me warily. I don't mind, I like watching her expressive eyes. I place my items on the table out of her line of vision and bend to her beautiful tits. Now, I've always been an ass man myself, and Bella's is spectacular but something about her tits just excites me to no end.

My tongue reaches out flicking against her hardened nipple and she starts with a gasp. I wrap my lips around it and suck, hollowing my cheeks as she groans. I grip it between my teeth gently and flick back and forth with my tongue and each flick earns me a small thrust of her hips. Once I'm satisfied, I remove my mouth and watch closely as the smooth metal bites into her sensitive nub.

"Fuck!" She whooshes out as I stand back to survey the metal around her nipple and the dangling blue sapphire. Fucking spectacular! I stroll around the table to the other while she gasps and tries in vain to get her body under control. I repeat the same treatment and when I survey both the clamps in place, I have to adjust myself. My cock is bulging against my zipper and I can hear him practically screaming 'Let me out, let me out'.

I watch her body squirm and her hands tighten into fists stretched taut above her head and I have to pop the button on my leather pants and sigh as the zipper goes down. I lift and heave my poor neglected cock from its confines, and it thrums against my stomach leaking against the skin.

I stroll back to the chest, and open the second and third drawers gathering my instruments of pleasure. As I place them on the well-placed shelf surrounding the table, I've had enough. I pull her legs open widely and place my forearms against her thighs to keep them there. I draw in towards her center and breathe a hot breath across her watching her hips arch up toward me. I can't help myself as my tongue flattens and sweeps from the center up to her clit, pressing hard.

"Ohhhh….God!" Her wanton moans driving me crazy. I blow against her now wet skin and bring up the odd-angled toy. I flick of the wrist and the toy buzzes to life, the bulbous head vibrating quickly. At the sound, her head rises from the table with wide eyes. I smirk as I bring the toy against her folds, flicking it up and down the outside never pressing into where she wants it.

"Please….God….please." Her hips arch up and I watch her hands gripping the edge of the table. I smile as I press it hard against her clit and the relieved shout from her lips reverberates through the room. I watch her hips grind finding a pleasurable groove. I pull back holding it just a hair's breadth from her skin.

"No, no, no, no…God, no." She begs and pleads with her eyes.

"Thus far, I've heard you call to God, but you've failed to call out to me." I growl and slide the toy between her lips, vibrating just outside of being inside her. Her breath catches and I pull back leaving her bereft.

"Please, Edward, please, Master….." She screams as I slide the vibrator inside her, sliding it back and forth between her silken walls. The visual is too much as my lips close around her clit and suck hard as I press the angled head upwards toward her stomach.

Her body shakes in a growing tremble of flesh. I feel the bundled nub shutter beneath my tongue and her whole body clenches before liquid spills forward, startling me as I remove the toy. I watch in wonder as her body releases over and over, her orgasm splashing against the leather and soaking her ass. Oh my fucking god, she squirted. I'd heard of it, but I've never experienced it. Her body continues to tremble in aftershocks and all I can do is stare.

"Oh my God!" I say in wonder and awe, watching the rivulets trail off the leather and onto the floor in a sick fascination. "How'd you do that?" I ask, demanding an answer.

"I…..God, I don't know. I'm sorry, Edward. I don't know what happen-"

I growl in frustration and she stops. "No, Bella. I'm not upset. That was the single most erotic thing I've ever seen, absolutely amazing. I want you to do it again….over and over." My cock is dripping fluid as it arches up out of those damn pants.

Her face breaks into a timid smile and the color floods her cheeks and it's too much. I'm peeling my leather prison away and stomping on the bunch of leather to escape from it. I curse in relief as I'm finally free. The need to take her, possess her, is so great I have to stop myself from falling on her like a raging beast.

I gently pull on her legs encouraging her to slide down to the edge of the table. I push open on her slack knees draping each of her slender legs over my forearms, and I feel her body beckoning mine. I grip my length in my hand, sliding it up and down her drenched folds hearing her murmur in appreciation. The need is too great, I know I want to go slowly, but I can't….my body's primal rage has taken over as I slam balls deep into her and am rewarded by a throaty yell.

My fingers grip her soft flesh in my hands as my hips set a punishing sweet rhythm. Fuck, the feel of her gripping along every inch of me is maddening. With sheer determination, I push against the back of her thighs, holding her ankles tight in my hands as I fuck her primally, grunting and yelling. Her body responds as it arches into my thrusts, her hips clearing the table to meet mine time and again.

One hand comes down to push my final torture onto my finger, with my thumb flicking against the base it comes alive, buzzing almost noiselessly. I raise my finger to show her my implemented tool and her eyes widen as I bring the tiny finger vibe down to her clit. I press against it hard, as the raised nubs flick over the nerves. She cries out in pleasure as I feel her walls clench and flutter around me.

I feel my balls smacking against her ass again and again as they tighten. I know that feeling coiling deep in my belly and I'll be damned if I'm going to cum before she does. My finger flicks up and down and in circles around her clit as her heels clamp down over my shoulders, lifting her ass up in the air as my other hand fights to hold onto her.

I press my fingertips into her hip as I work in deep thrusts, balls deep into her with each movement of hip. My finger works faster over her clit, the small vibe becoming noisier with the growing wetness.

"Are you going to come on my cock, Isabella? Are you going to soak me?" I grit as her inner muscles work me from tip to base and cause my eyes to roll back in their sockets.

"Oh God, Edward, Sir, Master, fuckk!" She screams and I feel it, her release pushing against the head of my dick as I pull out and watch her explode in a flood of wetness. With each clench of her pussy, her body jerks and it's spectacular. I growl as I take her limp sated body and flip her over smoothly as she groans in pleasure, as the front of her body slides against the cool leather.

I push back inside her fluidly and work in and out of her heated body as we both sigh in pleasure. As I grip her hips, pushing my dick deeply into her I notice the finger vibe still humming and I can't help the smirk. I grab the small bottle of lube from shelf just under the table and pop the top, drizzling a small amount down the crevice between her ass cheeks. She starts suddenly at the sensation as I whisper and coo to her encouragingly. As my thrusts deepen further and I'm sliding all that I am in and out of her in long, sure strokes. I bring the vibe down to rest on her puckered entrance, not entering….just buzzing on the surface.

She whimpers as her head thrashes about. "What color are you, pet?" I ask firmly.

"Greeeeen. So fucking green. More, Master. Please God, more." She pleads as I push a bit firmer against the small entrance, watching the tip slip inside. I must grit my teeth and pull my cock back to make short, shallow thrusts or I'll pop a nut before I get one finger inside her.

I slowly ease in to my first knuckle and I feel her clench around me and suck in a breath. "Bella, give me your hand." I say, and my voice is rough with restraint. I clasp her offered hand as she lifts her hips; I slide our fingers down to her trembling clit. She moans as our hands slide over the bundle in the wetness of her release.

"That's it. That's it, pet. Touch yourself; I want you on sensory overload." I feel her hands work over her clit in circles, making her whimper with each pass. I thrust deeply again a handful of times until she is writhing wildly beneath me and my finger slips into her backside completely.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckkkkkk!" She yells, her voice cracking as her one free hand grips the leather beneath her head until her knuckles whiten.

"What color, pet?" I roar and I know I'm so fucking close.

"More….green….green….greeennn!"

The scream she releases shakes the walls and it's my name on her lips as I thrust hard…..once, twice, three times and I'm there. My cock explodes inside her, my body jerking at the force of it as I pulse. I pull my finger away from her clit as we both sag, exhausted from our activity.

XOXOXOXO

Few words are said as we clean up and trudge upstairs. I let Jake in as he sniffs the air and cocks his head to the side looking between me and Bella. I chuckle at the intuitiveness of dogs as we head upstairs for bed. I walk into the master bedroom and stop as I see Bella head down the hall toward the guest room.

"Where are you going?" I try to keep the accusing tone from my voice, but I fail.

"To the guest room. Alice told me that true subs rarely share their Master's beds, unless they are in a 24/7 relationship." She says, biting her lip in the trademark Bella way.

I stalk towards her and grip her wrist tightly. I pull her back to the master bedroom and don't say a word until I've deposited her in the bed.

"Fuck that. You will always be right here, do you understand me Bella? Every night, right here." I say harshly as I climb in and settle the comforter, drawing her close to me.

My arms wrap around her as she snuggles in, her ass against my cock. I sigh in relief and my eyes feel heavy and sated.

"Whatever you say, Master." She chuckles as she snuggles deep against my chest. A satisfied sigh leaves my chest as the world goes black.