Chapter 12
"No!", I screamed, louder this time as I opened my eyes, staring out at the forest upside down, "Oh God, no, EDWARD PLEASE !"
We were both stark naked, standing out on the balcony, the entire scene around us was trees and sky.
Edward was standing up and I was faced away from him, upside down, my legs bent and locked behind his head. My arms were wrapped around Edward's back, digging my nails in to support my body and he was holding me around my torso, holding me tightly to him, without any effort at all, as if I were a rag doll.
My back was against Edward's chest, the back of my head against his giant erection as he continued to lick my clit, his tongue never getting tired. My head began to throb a bit but he was not listening to my pleas for mercy.
My breasts were hanging upside down but I kept holding on for dear life. He wouldn't drop me but I was still having a heart attack being this high up, outside, and upside down while Edward had his way with me. I knew Edward had seen things in the minds of other people since 1918, but I had no idea that he knew what he knew.
I was allowed to take the panties out of my mouth, as it was now a couple hours later, but Edward was getting annoyed with my constant questions as he tried out his many different positions and games with me.
"UGH!", I felt my legs convulsing as I finished coming again. Edward's vampire abilities were unstoppable. He would come and then one minute later he was ready to go again. If this was his way of killing me, he was certainly succeeding.
Another dumb question came out of my mouth then.
"Can't I die if I'm upside down long enough?" I wondered aloud, recalling something like that being on the TV show 1,000 Ways to Die.
He had been purring like a content lion the whole time. At first I was afraid but then I decided the animal sound of it turned me on. But now that I was talking again…Edward hissed and bit down on my swollen clit, causing me pain but not breaking skin.
"Owww", I clenched my eyes and stopped kicking my legs as he had told me several times.
"Sorry, sorry !", I stopped fighting it and held still, shutting up now.
He laid his heavy wet tongue right in the fold of skin beside my exhausted clit and let it rest there. This drove me even more insane and right away, I bucked and shrieked, not caring if I fell on my head anymore.
It may have looked to an outsider that I was struggling to get free but that was NOT what was happening here. He was just destroying me with pleasure.
I so wanted to try the usual missionary position, the way I pictured us when we'd make love for the first time. But so far we had done four different positions and I didn't think four was Edward's whole catalog.
There was never much rest in between, if any, and as I stared straight up at the tops of the trees and the clouds above us…I wished we could something a little more…relaxing…intimate.
With a grunt, Edward swung my body up and caught me like I was a yo yo. He threw me over his shoulder and turned, leaving the dizzy balcony and forest scene behind us. My hair fell over my face sloppily as I watched the marble floor moving backwards away from me.
I was panting, trying to catch my breath. I felt my naked ass hit the hard black surface of the island in the middle of the large kitchen and my hair was being pulled back, my face straight up.
"Open.", he demanded without romance.
I opened my mouth and cold water was being poured in…a little mouthful…
"Swallow.", he said next, as if I needed these instructions.
"Open.", he said again, sounding bored as he hydrated his human. He poured half a bottle of water into me little by little as I swallowed, gagging a bit in between. It's very tricky swallowing water while your head is forced backwards.
"Open your eyes.", he moved my head so I could look into his.
I did and he seemed to be examining me for something.
"How are you?", he asked, still sounding calculated.
"Good.", I nodded quickly, taking a deep breath.
"Just good?", he frowned, tossing me over his shoulder again, "Break over."
"Uhhhh…" I wildly looked for a place to put my hands, seeing Edward's adorable little ass. I tickled the sweet little white cheeks, hoping to get him to laugh or something…
"Are you playing with my ass?", he asked as he smacked mine very hard.
I let out a shout and he chuckled.
"Stop spoiling my day.", he warned, "We've only just begun."
He IS going to kill me.
"Can we…", I breathed, "BE…in your bed?"
So far we had done over the banister of the stairs, the outside balcony, Carlisle's desk, and the pool table in the playroom, where I had to hold a pool cue in my teeth the entire time. A couple of these times were terrifying for me, like looking down at the drop from the rungs of the stair banister while did me from behind. I was dangling over the ledge, hands flailing in terror as I stared so far down…at the dining room.
And Carlisle's desk…I didn't want to do that and Edward had to force me to get on all fours on top of it…later, he even tied my wrists to one of the legs of the desk, laying me flat on top of it so I could suck his dick as he stood at the corner of it, his hand controlling my head by the hair. I had cried while we were in there, the whole time, but Edward ignored that, choosing to shut me up by shoving his penis into my throat.
Edward let an amused breath cut out of his mouth as he opened the refrigerator door.
"My, my…", he sounded irate, "I think we need another gag for you, my sweet."
"I just thought it would be—"
"We are not making love.", he cut in curtly, "We are fucking. Learn the difference."
The wind just went out of my lungs at that statement.
My ass hit the silver metal state of the art stovetop. This wasn't like my old stove at Charlie's…you could lay down on this one and it was a flat surface, like they used to grill burgers and eggs on in restaurants. It looked pristine…probably never used before.
"Open.", he ordered and I did before I could see thru my disheveled hair what was happening.
An apple was pressed into my mouth, partially, my bottom teeth dug into the skin, tasting the juice, then he pushed it up and in hard, my top teeth slicing into the top of the fruit.
My jaw was locked and I could NOT open my mouth any more to even push it out, my teeth keeping it in place tight.
"Perfect.", he smiled, kissing the apple that jutted out between my lips.
I was still in shock, never knowing an apple could be so cemented in. I growled in complaint, still trying to move my lips, push my tongue against it. I even touched my fingers to my mouth but Edward firmly put his hand around my throat.
"Get your fingers OFF !", he hissed, full of fury.
I obeyed, of course, as he shouted, "Hands down! And keep them DOWN!"
I looked sadly into his eyes, hoping to convey an apology. His sneer, the dark look of his buttery gold eyes made me feel like a piece of shit.
I made a little sound of discomfort, my jaw already stinging.
"You're my little piggie.", he grinned, and moved my hair away from my eyes. I pictured myself tied to a spit like the pigs they roast with the apple in their mouths, a little fire beneath me, slowly roasting me while my vampire watched with a watering mouth.
"Shhh….", he didn't look that angry anymore, having me right where he wanted me.
"Be a good little pig and I'll keep the heat low.", he promised, taking some things out of the refrigerator, placing them beside the stove I was sitting on. I was fast becoming nervous about this one.
I whimpered a little louder but Edward ignored me.
"The first step to roasting a good pig is flavoring.", he played…I hoped!
He hadn't moved to turn any dials on the stove so I didn't panic yet.
"Lay down, piggie…", he gently and slowly moved me onto my back on the hard surface, placing a kiss on my neck as I shivered and made a "MMMMM" sound, fear creeping into it.
"Trust.", he said, each of his hands putting my hands off to my sides. I laid there and kept my hands where he put them but my body still trembled.
"Alright…my famous recipe…", he looked around at his ingredients.
"Olive oil…", he unscrewed a bottle and poured a line of thick oil onto me from my neck down my chest and pouring the most between my open legs. I squealed out loud as he chuckled down at me.
"Wine…", he said next, uncorking a bottle from the counter, "Yes, good year. Excellent."
And he poured that all over me, too. I clenched my eyes tight and tried to hold still.
"MMMM, yummm…", he roughly moved his fingers up and down my body, mixing the two together, spreading it everywhere in me.
"This is going to be DELICIOUS."
I really want to trust him, but it feels like I'm being prepped to be eaten, as he and Carlisle had once joked, how I would be the meal.
"Lemon…" he said, splitting a real lemon with his hands and squeezing the juice out, letting it rain down on me.
Then he put the half lemon wedges over my nipples and left them there.
"Honey and sugar…", he squeezed honey over my body and also on my face, taking a lick off my cheek and humming in pleasure, liking the flavor so far.
He sprinkled sugar onto the thick honey and rubbed it in between my legs…
I let out a thick, heavy moan, loving the way that made me feel. I was getting into this, feeling like his future dinner.
"Don't want too much sugar.", he dusted his hands off over me, "Too much sugar will burn. And we don't want THAT, do we, love?"
I felt my eyes widen but I didn't dare move.
I tried to say something but it was a garbled mess. I wanted to ask if he was really going to turn the stove on…but he didn't reply. He seemed excited that I was trying to speak but couldn't be understood, like a squealing hog that didn't require an answer.
"You smell wonderful.", he approved, rubbing the mixture all over me, massaging me in it…letting it shine on me and sink into my flesh…he groaned, liking what he had created so far. He also made sure to flip me over and oil up my back and ass thoroughly. Then I was roughly spun back around, laying on my back like before.
"Now…", he looked down at me, moving his hands up and down my oily thighs, "Do you trust me?"
I looked down at him and felt my breathing pick up.
"This stove is not like your ordinary one.", he informed, slowly turning dials between my legs, "You will not burn. On this lowest setting, the surface will just get warm, that's all. You have to trust me."
I whimpered and Edward actually took a swig of the wine from the bottle, waiting as the warmth approached.
I was afraid. I wanted to get up and run. Edward's eyes gazed over me, warning me to stay put.
"Good little pig.", he saw I was trusting him. But I wasn't liking this part.
I began to feel it now…it was lukewarm…not hot…my voice was panting…hard.
I let out a terrified cry and Edward put his hand on the surface I was laying on, a smooth, shiny silver table.
"That's as hot as it will get.", he assured, and I just felt very warm…it was like a steam bath actually.
"That's it…relax.", he reached his fingers in between my legs and inserted two or three inside me.
He moved in and out…in and out…I arched my back up, feeling my body begin to sweat in the juices of my marinade. I groaned and moaned loudly…the apple making me a voiceless thing once more. It seemed most of the day I had something shoved into my mouth to silence me.
"You're making me so happy.", he smiled as he moved his fingers a little slower. I felt so warm…so sweaty…it was relaxing me like a sauna. My eyes got a little heavy, and I just watched his angel face…trusting…
"Here you go.", he picked up a bottle of water and poured it over me and the surface of the stove in a circle, with flourish.
I screamed piercingly, thinking I'd get burned. But it was cold water, from the bottle I drank from a little while ago…and the only thing that happened was that steamy white air encircled me…so warm…so nice…no burn…I was starting to like this a little.
"UGGHHH", I exclaimed in desire through the apple, the taste of strong apple juice in my teeth and throat, a slow trickle going down now and then when I would bite into the apple more.
"God, you smell INCREDIBLE!", his eyes were gazing at me, as if I were a thick juicy steak. I remembered how the smell of my blood affected him…and now…being steamed and marinated right in front of him…I started to fear that he was planning to bite me…drink my blood…and only two things could come of that…death or eternal life as his vampire slave.
I felt wonderful and warm…a tiny bit hot now but never like I was burning at all. I felt sweat glistening all over me and smelled it a little, but the aromas of the marinade overpowered that.
I was seduced by the warmth, the steam…I didn't WANT to get off this amazing little rectangle…I felt myself getting so sleepy…weaker…
Edward was breathing hard…raggedly…watching me…caressing me, turning my face to the side, leaning in and kissing my face, tasting the flesh…going down to my jaw…licking thickly…I let out a small, aroused moan….and he growled low in his chest…lapping at my neck…at the jugular.
His breath hitched and he pulled away, taking another huge swig of the wine.
He poured more water around me…a hiss of steam rising up again…pinning me there in its sweet hotness.
I let out another contented sigh, his willing meal. I looked at him…he was blurred through the steam.
"Fuck, yes.", he was on top of me, pinning me down hard, his hands holding my wrists down as he ravaged my neck, licking and kissing every conceivable inch of it all, not taking any bites yet.
He picked something else off the counter and brought it to my chin. It was ice cold and wet…hard…he trailed it down my neck and then around my nipples…an ice cube!
He smiled down at me, laughing for a moment as I reacted to the ice when I was so hot.
I didn't like ice and cold…and he knew it…he was teasing me.
He took another cube and popped it into his mouth, sucking for a moment…then took it out and smirked at me.
"This should cool you off a bit.", he said, inserting the cube between my legs as I screamed. He had put it all the way in and left it there. It was melting…slowly…making things nice and chilly…the water slowly trickling out of me as I thrashed in protest.
Edward did this with three or four more ice cubes…and now I was nice and full…and cold between the legs.
The heat was so wonderful…it was making me like jelly and I looked straight up, the stove light shining , unforgiving, in my eyes.
Minutes later, the ice had all melted inside me and Edward was fondling and gently biting my breasts. He held them at the base, in his hand, squeezing so they were full in his hand…and he tasted his dish as it simmered.
"Should've done this a long time ago…", he sounded so dizzy with lust that it flattered me.
"God, you taste like SEX and HOT BLOOD!" he sucked my left nipple into his mouth, sucking hard…moaning louder, as if he could taste it.
I kept panting in heaving breaths, my body wet and hot…my pussy wanting his cock NOW! I was helpless to move, weak and horny as all HELL!
"RRRRRR", I sounded like a tiger in pain, my fists clenching and opening slowly at my sides, not daring to move away.
"Oh my God.", he nearly wept in his voice, "How badly I want to drink you down right now!"
I was scared for a couple of seconds, hearing the truth and the emotion in his words…he meant it.
"But I won't.", he assured me, kissing the valley between my heaving breasts, "Don't be afraid…I have other plans for you before you join me in this life."
I relaxed a moment or two when he added, "Like fucking you a thousand different ways first…"
He slid his hands under my ass and groped my cheeks with urgent fingers, kneading the flesh as I yelled out, wanting to beg him to fuck me already.
Then he yanked my legs apart more and penetrated me with force. I screamed out, thankfully….the pain was welcome and hot.
He didn't do slow this time. He was pounding me, his face in a beautiful sexy sneer, his teeth exposed as he watched my back arch up again, the heat getting more and more complete as he fucked me harder, his marble flesh making loud banging sounds on the stove as he pummeled me.
I made vulgar whore sounds through my apple gag but I didn't care anymore about being a lady. I let myself go and howled like a banshee.
After a decent amount of time had passed and I had already come once or maybe twice, he pulled out, and flipped me over onto my tits, then re entered my vagina from the back, his voice crying out in even more pleasure.
My breasts felt a little tender against the warm-hot surface of the stove. I put my hands at the sides like they were when I was laying on my back and I got a snarl of approval from my chef behind me. I wasn't burning at all, it was very hot but not painfully so…just causing a bit of discomfort…I kept my face up and off the area, the steam rising up and blurring my vision again.
I just laid there and bucked against him, and he slapped my ass on both cheeks while he rode me, and it was very sensitive from the heat and steam. But, by the time Edward came, I was a happy, hot mess…a pig that was oinking heartily with glee.
Edward came at last and filled me with his hot essence.
I heard him flip off the dials on the stove and then he pulled out of me, a high pitched yelp coming out of my throat.
I waited, staying where I was as Edward took another gulp of the wine.
The silver slab I laid on cooled off quickly. I did smell like a medium rare steak, covered in rich oily goodness.
I wondered why Edward would tempt himself like this so much…wouldn't this make him WANT to drink me until I was dead? Was that his plan and then he changed his mind? Or was he just playing and it went too far?
In any case, he HAD resisted. I am still alive.
Edward pulled me up by the hair until I got up on my hands and knees on the stovetop. He gave me a small spanking, making my body jerk forward over and over again. I cried and whimpered and held still while he touched me all over, disciplining me with no real reason.
Finally, he spoke to me.
"Make your little piggy noises.", he demanded pleasantly, kneading my sore ass cheeks with his lovely long cold fingers.
I hesitated, finding that humiliating…I wasn't even sure what to do…the apple was still in my mouth.
"Need I repeat myself PIG?", he gave my pussy lips a hard slap as I screamed out loud.
"Make the sounds, little piggy.", he chuckled.
I made snorting, oink like noises using my nose and throat. I felt tears in my eyes and I kept doing it while Edward giggled, fingering my clit. I didn't stop making the sounds until he pulled me off the stove completely, and I was over his shoulder again.
"Very good, Bella.", he sounded pleased, laughing a little more as he walked with me…off to a new adventure I was sure.
I felt so tired and out of it…I still had the apple in my teeth…my jaw aching now.
"Let's wake you up for round six.", he said, "A nice cold shower should do the trick."
"MMMMMMM!", I whined through the apple, protesting that idea as the stairs moved backwards under me as I dangled from Edward's strong shoulder.
*Poor Bella…(yea, right). And Edward is so not finished with her yet. I hope you guys didn't think that kitchen sex was weird, I thought it was a great idea, since Edward is a vampire…that's probably been a fantasy of his, being a carnivore and all.
See next chapter soon ! More black lemons…and maybe a nice golden one next. See ya !*
