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The characters still belong to Stephanie Meyer.
Warning: this chapter has a sexual scene.
EPOV
Just because our bodies cannot age does not mean our minds will not.
Jasper's words echoed throughout my mind. My own thoughts reflected his. The majority of them held a positive aura.
When she told you to stop, you stopped. When she told you to continue, you continued. You have had enough control to live amongst humanity for nearly one hundred years. You have been able to accompany Bella for the past two years without feeding on her. You should trust her to know her own limits, and trust her judgment. She can trust you, why can you not trust yourself?
She liked what you two did. She had been imagining actions and scenes reflecting the other night for over a week. You did not even have to elicit a reaction. I approached the verge of decision and a grin was forming on my face; yet the aggravating part of me, the one that stressed more caution and conservative values than any Catholic nun, spoke up.
But, what if she yearns to go too far? Can you recall all the crazy actions she performed last year? The ones that fooled Alice into thinking she was suicidal? She rode a barely functioning motorcycle without a helmet, she went cliff diving, and only the wolves could possibly fathom what else. My eyes bulged when remembering her relations with the wolves. Nearly a year later, and I still harbored jealousy towards the wolves that were able to form such an easy friendship with Bella. It caused another thought of skepticism on our actions.
Part of the treaty involved the Cullens never harming a human being. Would binding Bella onto her bed be considered harm? Black would certainly view it as such. Both sides of my perspective snorted. Isabella was more than willing. They smirked at how much she enjoyed our actions. Her disdain was held only for not "returning the favor."
You know, Gramps thought he 'returned the favor' when he struck Grams-- I shoved my fist through an elm tree to end the thought. Could I ever remove the Victorian mind frame from my way of life?
The sudden surge of kinetic force on the tree awakened the birds and their reactions alerted me to my location. I had, unwittingly, wandered into our meadow.
Not surprising.
I recalled when I laid with her, innocently, on the grass; both of us were naïve to the future tension between our bodies. I enjoyed that innocence. I, partially, even missed that innocence. But could we return to that lifestyle?
Probably not, but I could try. No matter how much I longed to form a compromise between the twenty-first century teen and the gentleman who formed in the 1910s, a happy medium did not exist. It would be all for one and none for the other. Could I bind her hands, or barely hold them? It took great persuasion of the one to even allow myself to carry her in our chosen style. The feeling of her warmth on my back was almost too intense for my iron-clad morality.
I tried to view how my perspective had changed over the century. My ideals on the sciences, equality and lifestyles of others had evolved. I accepted, supported and even agreed with, the majority of the mainstream viewpoint on society; why could I not allow my own self the permission to act on some of those accepted views?
I was running once again, back towards Bella's house.
I could smell her before her house even came into sight. It was an alluring, intoxicating aroma. I closed my eyes and inhaled-- but her scent was accompanied by a less enticing one.
Alice and Rosalie were still with her. How could I talk to Bella with the other girls around? Yet, I could not ask them to leave. The three had formed such a bond. While it did little to surprise me how the ever-chipper Alice had befriended Bella, the suddenly formed relationship between her and Rosalie amazed me. It provided me with further awe towards Bella and an even deeper respect and understanding for Rose.
The girls could tell I had arrived; I heard their thoughts drift towards me.
You better live up to the other night. She may never want vanilla again, came from Rosalie's mind. Alice was directing a more compassionate message to me.
Now, if you are up for continuing, she has some things up in her room she is thinking about introducing you to. Not tonight, she has not the courage for it at the moment. She is worried about your reactions; and, despite requests on her behalf, I am not going to try to dig into the future of your sex life. I have seen enough just by viewing the aftershocks.
I have seen, however, Alice's thoughts continued, that something you are thinking about doing will make her very happy. So happy, she will have the balls to smack a werewolf across the face. Now I know you would adore seeing that. I laughed aloud at the image of Black getting struck by Bella. I pondered briefly at the reason, but shook my head, and would allow it to surprise me in the future.
"Thank you, Alice. Rose," I whispered, so only the two of them could hear me.
You're welcome, Alice responded in thought. Rosalie simply sighed.
While I could suppress the thoughts of Bella striking Black, I could not hold in the grin forming on my face. I was full of such unusual excitement. I jumped onto the tree, then through the window into Bella's room.
The "props" Alice mentioned were in clear sight, sitting in a clear bag on the bed. They could be interpreted as everyday items with little inappropriate use. There was a collection of scarves, a thin bungee cord, a still packaged feather duster and a few bright red votive candles. I could smell the artificial black cherry scent accompanying them. Several thoughts of what I could do with the items crossed my mind. I closed my eyes to collect myself.
You can do this, my mind declared. The thoughts gathered into a forbidden fantasy world which had only existed in a magazine. Screw the Victorian Edward, simply being in this environment allowed the desire he forbade to fill me and a smirk formed on my face. I knew exactly what I would do tonight with Isabella. I took off my shirt, opened my eyes and sat bare-chested on the rocking chair.
"We're off to catch some dinner. We will see you tomorrow Bella," Rose's voice echoed.
"Weren't you two going to stay and bring the males over?" Isabella inquired.
"Not tonight," she replied, "I need to inform Emmett on how he is expected to act when talking to you about these matters." I held in an amused snort.
"They'll be by tomorrow," Alice concluded.
"Well, I guess I'll see you then," Isabella's voice responded. I heard the front door open and close, followed by quiet chuckles from my sisters. The sound of approaching steps caught my main attention and the bedroom door creaked open. My eyes drank her in through the darkness.
"Good evening, Isabella," I greeted her smoothly. I felt cool and collected. She, however, did not. Her eyes froze and her breath quickened. It was not fear she exhumed, but pure, straight, desire. I raised my hand to crook an index finger at her. She walked toward me; I could hear her pulse reacting to the excitement.
"Now, Isabella," I began, "shall we see if the lesson from last night was learned?" I arched an eyebrow. "You may speak." After a pause and a nervous swallow, she replied.
"Yes, sir," her eyes moved to the ground.
"Good girl," my voice practically purred. "Now, kneel." She knelt on the floor directly in front of me without complaint or question. I stood, strolled at a surprisingly calm pace to her and stroked her hair. Acting this way and her response to my action filled me with an odd sense of completion. I dared not to question it.
Back to work, my mind growled.
I turned to the bed and picked up one of the new scarves.
"Do you remember your words? You may respond." She nodded.
"Yes sir," she said. "'Caution flag' for when I need you to slow down, and 'red flag' for when I would want to stop."
"Use them," I commanded, "and do not worry, there will be no consequence for them. I want you to know you have every right to say what you want to do and what you do not want to do." I kissed her forehead lightly and proceeded to wrap the scarf around her eyes. A smile flickered across Isabella's face. I could not stop my own mouth from smiling as I took her hand.
"Stand," I told her. I helped lift her up and walked her to the bed. I turned her around and gently pushed her onto the surface. My hands trailed down her face, grazing the outside of her breasts and skimming along her waist. I grasped the hem of her shirt and yanked it over her head, leaving her partially exposed, my index finger running up and down the center of her torso; causing a light moan to escape from her lips.
"Quiet now, Isabella. You do not want me to gag you."
"Yes, Master. Sorry Master," she whispered. I could feel my cold blood inflame at her response. I added a light scratch to my actions and she bit her lower lip lightly to control her voice. My nail located the front clasp for her bra.
"Did you know I would come over tonight? Did you expect something like this to occur? I guess my Isabella has a naughty side." I flicked her bra open and began to caress her flesh with my lips. Her voice remained contained, until I flicked her nipple with my tongue.
"Oh God!" She cried out, her still-clad hips lifting off the bed. I responded with a harsh pinch. She gasped and tightened at the shock.
"Strike one, Isabella. You do not want another punishment in less than twenty-four hours. Does your father know how much you misbehave? I will gag you at strike two." I growled. My voice was harsh, from both the tension in the air and the tension in my pants. I brought my free hand to unbutton my own; while using the other to unbutton hers. I slipped my fingers along her center, enjoying the heat she emitted. I was pleased to discover her skin was smooth. She deserved a reward.
I inserted two fingers into her while massaging her clitoris with my thumb. The sudden penetration caused her to pant. I could feel her muscles clenching, almost like her body was fighting off a massive convulsion. She was attempting to control her reactions to my fingers. Isabella also remembered another rule I told her.
"I want you to orgasm now!" I shouted with a curl of my fingers and an increase of pressure from my thumb. Her hips bucked, her back rose and her neck arched back, exposing her veins. Yet, the blood from her veins did not call to me, other moisture from her body did. I removed my hand from her and proceeded to release her eyes. I wanted to look into them.
What I saw was a pair of brown eyes alight with fire. I noticed a light sheen of sweat glistening on her brow. I caught a pair of flushed lips panting while holding a light smile. I caught her eyes with mine, smirked and lifted my wet fingers to my mouth.
They tasted better than any mountain lion in the state of Washington.
I'm mildly evil with my endings, I know. I hope it lures you into reading the next chapter. I plan to get it done in less time than it took for this one. I'm spending today at the beach, and what better place exists to write down my dirty thoughts.
Next: What does Bella do to finally "return the favor."
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