Chapter 28: Good Vibrations
Edward's POV:
The silent ride in the car was broken every few minutes by Bella's frustrated sigh and constant movements. I have to hide my smirk behind my well-placed hand and turn up the radio a few notches. She is squirming in her seat, no doubt feeling weird with her newest 'accessory'.
"For God's sake, woman, stop fidgeting!" I growl at her after another huffing sigh.
"I can't. This thing feels weird; try having it strapped to your balls sans underwear and see how you-Oh crap!" The last words of her statement dying off into a whimper as I flipped on the vibe to a low setting, watching her grip the door and center console with clenched hands.
"Sorry, didn't quite catch the last of that thought, pet, care to repeat it?" The words falling out of my mouth with a sickeningly sweet tone, but the intention is crystal clear.
"No….no Master, forgive me Sir." Her body trembling in the seat as she shifts trying to create some distance between her sensitive skin and the vibe, unsuccessfully, sagging back into the seat as I turn it off.
"That's what I thought. I will break that smart mouth of yours, Isabella, mark my words…I have to." I whisper the last part as I put the car in park and look out over the water. The surface is littered with boats of every kind, enjoying the warm sunny day. Navy Pier has always been one of my favorite places in Chicago. I've spent many a day and night here; sometimes partying with friends as a teen but as I've gotten older it's become a place of solace. I come here to think, while watching the gentle ebb and flow of the waves.
As I watch the graceful lines of a sail boat slide through the water, I'm reminded of a few times when Dad actually behaved like a father and took me sailing. Those days are some favorite memories in my fucked-up farce of a childhood. I can remember his laughter and mine as we sailed on the water, given our relationship now, it makes me wonder if that was every really a true memory or one I dreamt up to escape.
Without a second thought, I clasp her small hand in mine as we stroll, watching people and enjoying the sights. I'm pleased to see that she doesn't shy away from me…..to any person watching, they would swear we're a young couple in love. Looks can be deceiving as they say.
I ask if she's thirsty and a small nod is her answer as I wait in line for the freshly made lemonade. I keep glancing over my shoulder watching her wander aimlessly checking out the variant of booths peddling everything from cheap jewelry to sunglasses. I place my order and notice two men approaching her and introducing themselves. Her tinkling laughter rises above the raucous laughter of children and incessant blather of the tourists.
I watch her small gestures that to me say she isn't interested, but I know to them gives them a sliver of hope. I tuck my hand in my pocket and hold the little plastic remote, fingers moving over the controls to flip it on. I hear her gasp as she grabs hold of the park bench she's next to, and sending the flirting puppies agog in concern. I see her head shake, swearing she's okay through gritted teeth.
I can't help but smirk as I stalk toward them, holding two glasses of lemonade. "Here you go, darling. Freshly squeezed." I murmur as I place the cup into her trembling hand as I place a territorial kiss onto her temple.
"Sweetheart, introduce me to your new friends?" I ask, flicking the toy off as I withdraw my hand from my pocket.
"Um…..this is Seth and Paul." Bella replies, her voice breathy and I notice a light sheen of sweat on her upper lip.
"Nice to meet you. Thank you for keeping my little Bella company while I got our lemonade. Sorry we can't stay. We have much to do today." I say with a smirk that says volumes as I tug her away. I hear their grumbling and I'm positive that the term 'asshole' is said more than once.
"I leave you alone for a second and the wolves descend, whatever am I going to do with you, Isabella?" I smirk with a well-placed and highly visible hand on her ass. She starts and relaxes back against me with a sigh and I throw an 'eat shit and die' look over my shoulder.
"Did you enjoy flirting with those boys, Isabella?" I ask, as my teeth find purchase on her earlobe and am thrilled to hear her sudden intake of breath.
"I…..I wasn't flirting, Sir, they came up to me, I swear." She murmurs and the conviction in her voice makes me believe her.
"I believe you. You just can't help that you're so desirable." I whisper into her ear and watch her body shudder.
I'm enjoying my time with her, just being here in the sunlight and strolling among the throng of people that vary in every step of the social hierarchy. It's amazing to me that this is so easy with her, the conversation is light and the laughter flows freely. Of course, I notice the looks of guys from eight to eighty taking in her beauty. It gives me a twisted sense of pride to be here with her.
As we walk, I notice small things about Bella's demeanor and mannerisms that go unnoticed to everyone around us, but stand out like a beacon to me given our 'lessons'. No matter what, she's always a step or two behind me. Even though she meets my eyes timidly, her head remains slightly bowed, never meeting the eyes of anyone else. She doesn't even realize it, I think, but she's exuding the submissive grace and subtlety that I've been taught this week to recognize.
Pulling on her hand, I pull her inside one of the buildings and into the stained glass exhibit. She gasps as she takes in the beautiful colored glass displayed in amazing pieces of artwork. The lighting amongst the exhibits nearly dark to showcase each one and providing the perfect cover for my hands sliding around her waist as she stands gazing at a display depicting a fallen angel.
I know she feels how hard I am, pressed intimately against the gentle curve of her hips and spine. Her head drops back against my shoulder as we enjoy the quiet serene and nearly empty expanse, lost among the black drapes that hang to create little nooks and rooms. Her hips move slightly pulling away only to press back against me and forcing a throaty groan from my throat.
"Hmmm, did all of those men watching you and undressing you with their eyes make you hot, pet?" I ask as I sweep her long hair from her neck and place a fiery open-mouthed kiss to her neck.
"I didn't notice, Sir." She answers quietly, turning her face to mine.
"I did. I saw them watching you, watching your body move. But who do you belong to, sweetheart?" I murmuring as one hand delves into my pocket, turning the vibe on a low setting. Her knees tremble threatening to buckle as she sags against my arm wrapped around her waist. My other hand slides over the fabric of her dress, pressing against the buzzing toy at her clit and her breathing hitches.
"Somebody will see….please." She whimpers, glancing around furtively for prying eyes, but it doesn't keep her hips from pressing into my hand and forcing the vibe tighter against her flesh.
"Do you think I care if someone sees? Do you think it would bother me to make you cum with the entire world looking on? It wouldn't, Isabella, you're simply magnificent when you fall apart. It's a shame to deny someone that sight, no?" Small whimpers are swallowed behind her teeth worrying her bottom lip as my hand moves back and forth, sliding the hidden pink silicone up and down her slit.
"Please….ungh…." She whispers, so lost in sensation that the entire Bears football team could storm through and she wouldn't know it. Her arms reach over her head, grabbing handfuls of my hair and scratching her nails against my scalp because she knows it drives me crazy.
"Are you going to cum for me, pet? Are you going to release here in this public place where anyone could happen on us and see you panting for it, begging for it? Tell me, sweetheart, are you?" I growl into her ear, thrusting my hips against her sinful ass to get any friction on my cock.
"I can't, please…" she whines quietly as my face splits in a proud smile.
"Oh, you can and you will, Isabella. You will because I command it. I want it and you will give it to me. Are we clear?" I remove my hand to reach into my pocket flipping the switch higher and pulling her against me as her knees buckle and her whimpering increases.
My hand returns to its sliding torture and her mouth opens in a silent scream as she trembles and tears splash against her cheeks and down onto my arm supporting her. I watch the emotions flutter over her face….tension, concentration, elation and release. Simply perfect.
I find the tiny remote in my pocket and flip it off and hear Bella's shaky sigh as I turn her to face me. In the dim light, I can see the trails of wetness over her cheeks as I wipe them away with my thumbs, murmuring words of praise and encouragement.
"You're so beautiful, baby girl. I'm so proud of you my sexy little Bella." I kiss her upturned face planting a sweet kiss on each cheek before covering her mouth with my own, my tongue languidly moving against hers, enjoying the feel of her body against mine.
"Now, I want you to go to the bathroom and remove the toy, clean it and store it in your purse. I think you've had enough of that kind of sweet torture for the day." I say sweeping her hair back away from her face and kissing the smooth skin of her forehead gently as she nods her agreement.
"Off with you. I'll be waiting right here." I say, chuckling and re-arranging my cock who is weeping in my pants from neglect.
Bella's eyes sweep over the bulge in my jeans and raises an eyebrow as an invitation. "Oh, believe me sweetheart, if I knew we wouldn't go to jail for lewd acts you'd be on your knees with my dick tickling your tonsils in mere seconds. But, what can I say; I don't look good in orange." I chuckle, swatting her ass playfully as she giggles and scurries away.
I look down and mutter, "Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm glutton for punishment." My dick smacks against my zipper in agreement.
