Chapter 27: The Master is In
Edward's POV:
I wake in the pre-dawn hour to a wet nose pressed against my outstretched hand. I crack one eye open to meet Jake's furry face. The look on his face I know well, it's the "if you don't let me pee soon, I can't be held responsible" look. I begrudgingly untangle my naked limbs from Bella's and trudge to the kitchen door, bleary-eyed and half asleep, while a humongous bundle of pain in my ass mutt prances around me. He takes off like a shot to the back yard as I prop myself in the doorway waiting.
Last night was shocking. Never did I expect her to give herself over to me like that, to put all her trust in my hands. While a part of me was terrified, the bigger part of me reveled in it….and hell, the sex wasn't bad either if I want to be truthful. I look down as my dick twitches to life at the memory.
"Calm the fuck down, King Kong, it's too fuckin early!" I mutter as I scrub my hands over my face. What?! Yes, I refer to my dick as King Kong…that isn't strange, is it? Oh hell, you haven't seen what I'm packing so shut the hell up! As I was saying, luckily dancing Jake has pity on me and makes it quick.
Thankfully, he's content to go make his bed in front of the fireplace with a gentle scratch to his head from me as I shuffle back down the hallway. Just as I'm ready to climb back into bed, I'm struck with the urge and curse under my breath into the bathroom, Pavlov's dog indeed.
Early morning light has just begun to fall through the windows as I start to crawl back into the warmth of pillows, comforters and Bella. I stop suddenly and watch as she sleeps. All the concern and frustration gone from her face leaving it lineless and translucent. Her lashes falling across her cheeks and her plump lips parted slightly as she soundlessly breathes in slumber. She shifts and reaches out toward my pillow, pulling it close to her face and breathing deeply as her limbs play peek-a-boo between the sheets. I'm awestruck for a minute, just taking her in. She really is a beauty, in a refreshing way without the plastic, fake, phony personas most women think are attractive today. No, she's something different…..pure.
I smack myself in the forehead silently, pure….really? That's all you could come up with. Were you not there a few scant hours ago? You know vibrators, cock, pussy, squirt…ring a bell Einstein? I mutter a few choice words to my subconscious voice with verbal vomit.
But, still, she's…..real. There's nothing fake or artificial about her, nothing phony…no lies. No, with Bella everything's pretty much out on the table. I kinda like it. I spy my cell phone lying on the bedside table and pause just a moment before I find Jasper's number and type out a quick text.
J, no lessons tomorrow. I've got it covered, see you Tuesday morning.
Trust me. ~E
I turn it off and place it back on the table, more confident with each breath it's the right decision. Bella and I need some time alone to feel this 'supposed' relationship out and I don't think it will happen if we feel we're putting on a show all the time for Jasper and Alice. Give me 24 hours alone with her, I think as I wrap around her back and feel her curve into me. My hand finds comfortable purchase on her breast as my eyes slide closed. Just 24 hours…and we'll make it happen.
Xoxoxoxoxoxo
I awaken and peer at the clock to see its past 9am and thank whomever that Jasper got my text. I look down to see Bella sprawled across my body, head perched on my chest and leg hiked over my morning wood. Hmmm….
"Belllllaaaa…." I whisper as I stroke the hair away from her face. I chuckle as her nose twitches and she burrows deeper into my side.
"Oh….Bellllaaaaa" I sing softly as I grasp underneath her thigh and pull it up and down. Hello, I'm a guy. Don't act like you aren't surprised.
I hear the unintelligible garble of moans and grunts and curse words and I have to fight back the laugh. I, being the evil fuck that I am, continue to mess with her. I place my fingertip on her nose just enough to irritate and pull back as she swipes at it. I grip her thigh a bit harder and move it a bit faster, which only causes her hips to grind into my side….sometimes these things backfire. That's one of the top rules of the Masen fucking guide, they at least have to be conscious….damnit all to hell!
I try a few more things, a soft hand up her side in a tickling motion, sliding a hand down to grip her ass with a less-than-gentle squeeze, pinching the toes of the leg that's hiked up against me.
I mutter in frustration as I'm rewarded with a smile, a groan and an unladylike snort…..and she's still drooling on my chest. Good God, this woman could sleep through a tornado, I think.
I sigh as I look down upon my sleeping beauty and resort to the only thing that wakes Emmett. I pinch her nose together and hold her mouth closed until her limbs become a waggling flurry and she's making sounds that no human should make. Sorry, had to do it.
"What the fuck, Edward!" She screeches as she sits upright in bed, mindless of the sheet that drapes along her waist exposing those delicious breasts. I want to laugh for a moment and then I remember who I am. I'm her Master, and her impudent behavior is unacceptable.
I smack her cheek lightly and grip her chin to bring it toward me, the message in my eyes is clear. She wanted this, she begged for it…..she's about to get it on Monster drink level.
"I'm sorry, what did you say, pet?" I say as I stroke across her mouth and face firmly and her eyes widen with realization.
"I'm sorry, Sir, I forgot my place." And in an instant, the spitfire is replaced by the docile submissive, eyes downcast and posture respective. I stare for a moment in silence, and a part of me misses the fire.
"What's your place, Isabella? Tell me, where do you see your place?" I grit through a clenched jaw, because honestly this shit makes me delve into the innermost reaches of my mind to grip onto fantasies, once forgotten, that are barreling into the forefront and taking notice.
"With you, serving you, being all you want me to be…..for you." She whispers as my hand wraps into the long length of her hair and pulls her mouth toward mine. The kiss isn't sweet; its teeth, tongue, lips and panted breath.
"Do you want to serve me, pet? Sometimes I'm not so sure….so tell me, is this what you want?" I ask, sucking in a breath and waiting for her response.
"Yes." She says simply and it's enough. I second guess my original plan for a second and succumb to her hips grinding against my side and her thigh moving sensuously up and down the length of me. Fuck, she feels so good with that sleepy sexy look in her eyes and that tousled mess of chocolate hair falling around her. I close my eyes and allow myself to feel for a moment and my hand comes down beneath the covers to slap bitingly on her ass cheek.
"Shame, shame, pet. You're distracting me and I have big plans for us today. So, up with you and into the shower. I'll cook us some breakfast and we'll start our day." I mumble as I extract myself begrudgingly from her long limbs and pull on the discarded sleep pants beside the bed.
I turn to see her look of frustration and shock, followed by a quiet "not hungry." In a flash, I'm bent down with her chin in my hand, holding her firmly but gently. "You mistake what I said as a request, Isabella. You WILL shower, you WILL join me for breakfast and you WILL eat. Am I clear?" I smirk as heat flares in her eyes for a second, before she nods.
"Great. Now, run along. I'll have your clothes for the day laid on the bed when you finish." I chuckle as her brows draw together in concern. Lucky for her, she doesn't voice anything and the door to the bathroom clicks closed.
Once I'm standing in the closet, I realize I have no fucking idea why I said I'd pick her clothes, but it seemed like the Master-y thing to say, so I did. Suddenly, the old light bulb clicks on upstairs and I smile a devilish smile. Oh yeah! I pull through the hangers and find a long cotton green dress with a halter-style top. Looks comfortable and sexy….perfect. I stare clueless at the huge amount of shoes on the floor. Why the hell do woman need this many? I immediately pick a pair of stiletto's that make my crotch twitch, but sigh and exchange them for some summery looking sandals. I take my finds out on the bed and lay them out as she immerges wrapped in a towel and scrubbing at her hair with another.
She smiles as her fingers run over the dress and I know I've done well. When she picks the cloth up, a puzzled look comes over her and she searches around, finally stopping to ask, "Where are my bra and underwear?"
"No bra, no underwear. My rules." I say, crossing my arms over chest, daring her to defy me. I know that we will probably be nose to nose all day as we both acclimate ourselves into these roles. I'm pleasantly shocked as she sighs deeply and nods.
"Great. I'll start on breakfast. Hurry down. We have a lot to accomplish today." I say over my shoulder as I make my way downstairs.
XOXOXOXOXOXO
After breakfast, I grab a quick shower and dress comfortably in well-worn jeans and a t-shirt. Sliding into my sneakers, I go down to find Bella in the backyard with Jake, she's tossing a bright yellow tennis ball and Jake catches it in mid-air, much to her laughter-filled delight. I watch them for a few minutes, and I can't keep the smile from my own face at the child-like freedom in her movements.
I rap on the glass door softly and she grins as she yells for Jake and heads inside. After a furious head-scrubbing from me, Jake dives nose-first into his water bowl drinking noisily as I take Bella's hand and lead her down stairs to the playroom.
Once we're inside and the door shut, I instruct her to remove her dress as I get what I need from the 'toy chest'. She complies with a few muttered grumbles under her breath and that breath catches as I turn and she sees what's in my hands.
Her mouth opens and closes a few times to ask what it is, and she remembers herself in the submissive role and remains quiet. I take a bottle of lube and apply a few drops, rubbing them around the underside and step toward her, bending down. I grasp one ankle.
"Lift." I say and slide the elastic band around her foot and repeat the command for the other foot. I pull the bands up her thighs, situating the glittered latex butterfly over her clit and lips…adjusting the bands around her hips to hold it snugly in place. As I stand, I hand her the dress that she stares at and silently slips back over her head, pulling it around her body.
"Now, I know that the biggest challenge you're going to have embracing this submissive side is going to be curbing that wicked tongue of yours. So, I've devised a plan to help you with that. While we're out today, should you forget your place and start spouting your usual spiteful, sarcastic wit, this will act as a gentle reminder.
The look of confusion on her face makes me chuckle. I slip my hand into my pocket and continue to talk. "So say, I tell you to do something and you don't or you question it….I simply…" One flick of my thumb over the plastic remote in my pocket and—
"Oh God." Bella gasps as her knees buckle suddenly, nearly sending her careening to the floor. I take pity on her, for now and flip it off. The realization dawns on her at once as her eyes widen.
"Yes, my sharp-tongued little one, you will be wearing this on our outing today. Should you get out of line or deviate from your character, I'll remind you. Brilliant plan, when you think of it." I say, mentally clapping myself on the back.
I turn, reaching back for her hand and pull her along behind me as we set off for the day.
This is going to be fucking fun!
