A/N:
Hello and thank you for your patience while I spent time on the J&A outtake. We have a few quick matters to discuss:
1-Saintward is feeling quite jealous from all of the outtake Jasper love. Jasper has always been better with the ladies in this story. Saintward is sad, but I'm overjoyed by the love this outtake has received from so many of us who don't typically like A & J fics. I have more planned for these two. If you haven't read, but would like to, you can find it under chapter 20 of the teaser/outtake story on my profile.
2-It sounds like many of us have wonderful memories of bad/terrific/sexy seventies music. No worries, Edward tipped the driver well and is getting the car detailed.
3-Thank you to Tanja from So You Think You Can Write? for interviewing me. If you'd like to know more about me, or my thoughts on SGMR, you can find the link to the interview on my profile.
This chapter is for the wonderful Elli~Iris who sent me a photo a million years ago that prompted this chapter and also pre-read this chapter.
And to the usual suspects: orangeapeal, Sunshine (who beta'ed this), and robsjenn for all they do.
Let's catch up...
From Chapter 26:
At the bottom of the stairs, she strikes a sexy pose with her hand on her hips. There's lots of black smudgy make-up around her eyes and her lips… crimson. I still don't get the shoes.
"If you have a question, Mr. Masen, I expect you to raise your hand." She presses those red lips together, already playing a role.
I raise my hand and she gives a nod, so I speak. "I… I um… You look hot."
"That's not an appropriate way to speak to your teacher and that is not a question. Do you have a question?" Oh, God… she is into this. She might actually spank me.
I want to ask her what's in the satchel, about those shoes, and a million other things… but I keep it simple and raise my hand again. I'm actually nervous.
"Yes, Mr. Masen?"
"Where do you want me?"
"I'm taking you someplace where no one can hear you scream."
She stole my line.
Chapter Twenty-seven
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"Do you want to be my teacher's pet?" Bella wraps her plump, crimson lips around each word and I wonder how long she's been practicing that line.
"Yes, ma'am." I say shaking my head, unable to believe the strange world I've landed in.
"Get your trench coat and put it on me."
I run at maximum velocity, retrieve my coat, and put it on her, carefully synching the belt at the waist.
"May I carry your bag?"
"Please."
I place the heavy satchel on my shoulder, dying to know what she has in here.
Bella runs her fingers through my hair on the side of my head. "Thank you, Mr. Masen."
This role-play stuff is pretty strange. I always want her approval, but now it's a whole game about getting her approval. It's… interesting.
Bella starts a strong stride to the door and I run behind her, fast enough to reach the door first and open it for her. Again, I race past her to call the elevator. Where is she taking me?
When we get inside, Bella presses the button for the top floor to The Vine's rooftop terrace.
I'm so excited, that I'm rocking back and forth of the balls of my feet. My hands are shoved in my pockets to stop myself from clapping. She's not really going to spank me… maybe she is. I dare a quick glance at her.
Bella's cold eyes are fixed straight ahead on the elevator door. I can't tell if she's having fun. The trench coat covers the naughty teacher costume that could pass for some as everyday wear. Only the ruby slippers are odd. I'm reminded how modest Bella really is, and how only weeks ago she hid her nude body from me. Is she only doing this for me? I want her to have fun, too.
Make her laugh.
I lean to the side and whisper like we're actors in the wings, "Hey, Bella, what's in the bag?"
She snorts and shakes her head, whispering back. "Edward, you are supposed to raise your hand."
I raise my hand, and repeat, "Hey, Bella, what's in the bag?"
"Grading. I'm a teacher and have a million papers to grade." she flirts with a sideways glance.
"Hey, Bella," I whisper again, "what's with the shoes?"
She stomps her foot and turns to me. "Mr. Masen, if you don't follow the rules, you will never learn what the shoes are about."
"Alice is behind the shoes, isn't she?" I ask, with a sympathetic wince.
"Yes," she says annoyed, but smiling.
The doors open, and Bella's eyes turn more serious again. "Are you ready for this, Edward?"
"Yeah, yeah, absolutely… You?"
"Oh, I am definitely ready."
I follow her out through the small lobby that leads to the terrace's glass entryway. She stops at a chair next to a credenza and asks me to sit. I place my hands on my knees and keep my eyes on my fingers.
"We've read a great deal this week, haven't we Mr. Masen?"
"Yes, ma'am, we have."
"Did you make yourself come after you read?" She did NOT just ask me that.
"Um…"
"Answer me," she orders.
"Yes ma'am… sometimes." My chest suddenly feels heavy and I draw in as much air as I can.
I steal a glimpse and see Bella lift her chin and look down at me through her rectangular, dark-rimmed glasses.
"I want you to sit here and think about what you learned this week—what you found arousing and what you didn't. What have we done that turns you on the most, and what we haven't done that you would like to do. We're playing this game to explore our fantasies."
I nod my understanding. I gasp when Bella presses her hand to me and curls her fingers around my swollen cock against my thigh. Gripping my knees, I stare at her pale hand on me.
"If you look through that door or if you touch yourself, I'll punish you."
I snap my head to her, unable to believe what she just said, what she did. Is she serious?
Her cold eyes thaw, and she looks like Bella again. "Just teasing, Edward." But then she smiles in a way that makes me wonder if she is serious… a total mind fuck… and totally hot.
Bella releases me. "No peeking, Pet. Just thinking. " Grabbing the satchel, she disappears through the glass door.
My mind fragments and shoots out trying to tackle a million things at once. My first coherent thought: I have ADD. My second coherent thought: You are a good student; you know how to fulfill an assignment. You made charts this week, for the love of God. My third coherent thought: You are a seminary student. You write papers about Jesus and the Bible, the history of The Methodist Doctrine. This is fucked.
My mind scatters again and I fight against the familiarity of the situation, but it is futile. I'm back in high school, waiting outside the principal's office. I'm in trouble for fighting—again. I've come to hate everyone, even those who were once my best friends. I want to be punished, to be sent home on suspension so I can hide in my bedroom, but I'm never that lucky. Carlisle, or worse, Esme will be brought in. Everyone will have sympathy for the kid with the murdered parents.
In my mind, I pull out a box and store this memory. I lock it shut and push it to the back away for safekeeping.
God gave me a second chance—Esme and Carlisle, college, baseball, Jasper, the church, and most importantly, Bella Swan.
I take a cleansing breath and start my assignment again: What I liked, didn't like, would like. What I like: Making her happy. Winning her approval. Watching her come. What I didn't like: That book, She's on Top, short stories about male submission. Only one of those stories led me to private time. More than anything, I found those women to be horrible—very rude with dirty mouths.
Fear begins to spread. What if she has all kinds of crazy shit in that satchel? She is really going to do this, isn't she? What if Bella likes this and wants to start doing it all the time? Would I want that? No. Would I do it for her? Yes. What if she wants me to be her submissive and she begins to humiliate me? Oh, fuck. No, no, no. I know Bella better than that. This is probably freaking her out more than me.
Curiosity takes over. Yes, I'm sure she's anxious. She's doing this for me… I've been baiting her for weeks to spank me…
The sound of the door opening jolts me out of my thoughts. Bella's legs come into my view.
"You like to please me, don't you Mr. Masen?"
"Always," I murmur.
"Edward," Bella places her hand under my chin and lifts my head so I meet her eyes, "why aren't you looking at me?" Her brows are knitted together with concern.
"What we read this week… I don't know. Am I allowed to look at you?"
Bella runs her fingertips down my face and over my lips.
"Don't you ever hide those eyes from me." Bella bends down and gives me a soft kiss. "Edward, we are just goofing around, right…? We're not really doing the stuff we read about, are we?"
"Right," I quickly say. We're just goofing around. But I still don't know what that means.
Bella tilts her head, and something changes in her eyes. "Let's go back downstairs."
"You don't want to do this?"
"Edward, I have a nagging feeling you don't want to do this."
I think about it for a second and try for honesty. "I'm curious… but I like that we're just goofing around. You know, because I'm pretty goofy."
"I know. Me too." Examining my face, she shifts her eyes between both of mine. "Is he here, Edward?" I know who she's looking for.
"No. Teddy is locked in his bedroom playing X-Box. He's completely entertained."
"Good. The second any of this feels uncomfortable, stop me, okay?" Just as I thought, she looks more concerned than I. There is lightness in my chest and I wonder what I was worried about.
Bella smiles and inhales deeply through her nose, preparing herself. "Mr. Masen, will you open the door for me, please."
"Yes, ma'am." Let's have fun.
We walk through the glass door and I take in the terrace. It's a shared space and I can't remember the last time I came up here. Dozens of votive candles are lit, adding elegance. There are four different seating areas. The furniture, with clean lines and thick emerald green cushions, would look appropriate in any tasteful living room. The largest seating area is in the center. It is a sectional sofa that could seat ten people, and a low, large coffee table in the middle.
"Pet," I turn back to Bella to see she's holding a key, "no one can come up here; it's ours for a long as we want it."
How did she do that? You can't reserve this space. I want to ask, but it doesn't feel like my place right now. I simply want to follow her commands.
"Follow me. Your condo has a lovely view of the water. I want you to stand here and look at the skyline. Palms here." She points to the ledge and, taking a step forward, I reach out and place my hands on the cold stone.
"Mr. Masen, would you like a glass of Champagne before we start?"
There's Champagne?
"No, thank you. Would you like me to pour you a glass, ma'am? I'd like to serve you in any way I can." I say, truthfully.
"No, thank you. I'm keeping my wits about me."
Bella retrieves a ruler from her satchel, and places it on the ledge. As I stare at the ruler, Bella reaches her hand back in and takes out a blindfold, then rope. Rope?
"I am fully prepared to use any of these things on you tonight. I asked you to think about what turns you on. You can pick any of these, all of these, or none at all."
"All of them," I quickly respond. My curiosity is now an obsession—I need to know what she's willing to do to me… with me… for me.
"Not so fast. Think about this. Touch them… I will use anything you choose." I look her in the eye and see she's deadly serious. She will.
I touch the blindfold first. It's black silk—much better than socks, ties, or even handkerchiefs. If I'm blindfolded, I can't see her in that sexy teacher outfit. Maybe another time. I push the blindfold to the side. I pick up the ruler and guide my hand down the sharp, gold edge that glints in the moonlight. You're why we're here; you're staying. I place the ruler on the other side of the rope.
I lay my hand over the long coil of red rope. It feels smooth. It's long enough to tie more than my hands. What will she do? Tie my feet? I envision being bound, unable to move. What if she's hurt? What if I can't get free? My heart rate picks up and I start to feel lightheaded… a little nauseous. I can't swallow…
"Edward," she says softly, her hand covers mine. "No rope… I'm sorry." Bella takes the rope and disappears behind me, I hope putting it away.
Immediately, I feel better. Bella's hand is stroking my back, and she is making soft cooing sounds.
I want to tell her not to, that I don't need or like to be taken care of, but that would be a lie.
I continue staring straight ahead and relishing the feel of Bella's hand. The lessons I learned this week—communication, honesty, control—come back to me.
"I'm okay, Bella."
"You're sure?"
"Yes… yes, ma'am. I'm sure. Let's keep going."
Bella's warm hand leaves my back, she takes the ruler, and steps away.
"Mr. Masen, turn around."
Here we go.
"Spread you arms. Keep your hands on the ledge."
I do as she says, placing my palms back down on the cold stone. She paces back and forth slapping the ruler on her hand. My mind is quiet, I am present, and I am now completely at her will.
"Mr. Masen, I shouldn't punish you unless you deserve it."
I don't move a muscle or make a sound; I simply watch her walk back and forth with her cool, but sexy stare.
"And you know you've been a very, very bad boy."
I think of all the things I've done wrong since I've met her and begin to feel ill. She should punish me. Maybe if she does, I'll feel right again.
"Haven't you been a bad boy?"
"Yes, ma'am," I barely croak out.
"You have kept this…" Bella steps closer and presses the ruler against my thickening cock, "away from me for a full week. And that is a very serious offense." I close my eyes, free falling from the relief at hearing her words. I don't want to think about my real offenses, not now. Bella strokes me with the edge of her ruler, and I grow longer, harder. The ruler moves from my shaft to my balls, to my tingling thighs.
"Mr. Masen," she leans in and breaths in my ear, "you are going to be punished for your offense, so that you never keep this part of you away from me again. Do you understand me?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Good. Turn around…"
I quickly comply.
"Hands here."
She slaps the ruler on the ledge with a hard crack. Again, I immediately comply.
"Step back." Holy shit, she's really going to do this. I step away until my back is stretched out.
Bella unzips my pants and reaches her hand into my fly, firmly holding my erection in her warm hand.
"You can't help it, can you? You always get hard for your teacher."
Bella begins moving my flesh with her hand. My head is spinning—is she gong to spank me or jerk me off? I'm lost in sensation.
"Answer me." What was the question?
I groan, it sounds pained.
"Are you hard for me, Mr. Masen?"
"Always."
"Do you touch yourself and think of me?"
"Yes, always." I draw in more labored breaths.
"What do you think about…? I want an honest answer."
I have no saliva, but I swallow hard. "Touching you… making you come… coming in you."
"Coming where?"
"In you… on you… in your mouth."
Bella kisses my temple, slowing her strokes. "Thank you for your honesty, Edward. I think about those things, too. Mr. Masen, it is inappropriate to get hard for your teacher, isn't it?"
I nod quickly, unable to speak.
She continues to stroke me and I'm sure I could come all over this wall if I let myself.
Her voice is soft in my ear. "Here are the rules… I will spank you once with the ruler for keeping yourself away from me this week. You may ask for up to five additional strikes. For each one, I will grant you a wish."
I get wishes?
Bella lets go of her hold on me and lovingly strokes my backside.
"We're going to keep these pants on. This fabric looks great on your ass." She snaps the tight polyester and I get a thrill thinking about the ruler. The anticipation is killing me.
Bella places a firm hand on my lower back.
"Are you ready, Mr. Masen?"
"Yes, ma'am."
There is silence—nothing but the night wind whirling in my ears-then the snap of the ruler directly across my ass. I'm shocked by the sound, and confused. She actually did it. It takes me a split second to grasp that the sound did not match the feel. It was feather light. Of course it was—it's Bella. The realization that Bella actually did it, the shot of adrenaline from this game, the build up to this one gentle spank, all brings about a huge fit of laughter. Forgetting myself, I nearly stand as I bellow.
Crack
Bella strikes me with force, hitting me low across my upper thighs, and leaving me burning.
"Don't laugh at me." She sounds desperately wounded. I still, all humor gone. I should stop this game and apologize, but if we end it here, end poorly—we'll both regret it.
Bella begins to gently stroke my sensitive skin.
I stretch back out into the proper position and raise one hand from the ledge. "Permission to speak ma'am?"
"That was too hard. Do you want to stop? We should stop." It's Bella's voice, mixed with fear and regret; the teacher is gone.
"No ma'am. I wasn't laughing at you, but it was… inappropriate. Thank you for punishing me. I don't want to stop. I'd like to have my wishes, please."
It takes her several long seconds.
"Alright then." The hard edge is back. That's my girl. "You will receive these one at a time. Are you ready?"
"Yes, ma'am."
The ruler lands so softly on my left side it doesn't make a sound, but I am a world away from cracking another smile.
"One wish," she says, "would you like another?"
"Yes, ma'am. May I have another?"
The second blow is harder and lands to the right. Bella is a good student, we learned from our reading not to strike in the same place twice—especially if you're beginners like us.
"Two wishes. Would you like another?"
"Yes, ma'am. May I have another?"
She takes a long time between each swat. I put away my list of wishes and meditate on my desire to give Bella what she needs—in and out of the bedroom.
Another light blow, and another.
"That's four wishes so far, Mr. Masen. Would you like another?"
"Yes, please." It's the last one, and I hope she makes it good.
The last strike is swift, but not nearly as hard as the one prompted by my laughter.
I feel her fingertips brush over my legs, ass, and back. "Turn around, Pet."
My legs sting as I stand up straight. When I turn around, I nearly drop to my knees.
At some point, Bella undressed. She is wearing a matching bra and panty outfit that is white and blue check—with the ruby slippers, it's obvious she's Dorothy. She pulls something from her hair and two Dorothy-like ponytails fall to her shoulders. With those doe eyes and little chin, she really looks like Judy Garland.
There is a sofa cushion in front of me. When did that get here?
She is not! Is she? In spite of her fear…
"You did so well, I think you deserve a very special reward." Bella kneels and looks up at me, taking off her glasses.
"Bella, you don't have to do this."
"Do you want this, Edward? Do you want to come in my mouth?"
"I… please… only if you want," I stutter.
"I want… You will keep your hands on the ledge and you won't thrust. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, ma'am… Bella," I say in a quiet strangled voice as I stretch my arms back out onto the ledge.
Bella unhooks the waist of my pants and pulls them down to my ankles. Everything crystallizes—this game is for her, too. She needed me to submit, to be in power to take me in this way. God, I love this woman.
I gape down at her as she strokes me. She starts with her mouth on the inside of my thigh-so soft, so wet. Her tongue makes it's way along my shaft to the tip, she circles me and slips her tongue into my most sensitive place. I shudder and slam my hips back against he wall, pinning myself there. I'm already twitching in her hands, ready to come.
"I'm not going to last," I breathe, anguished, shaking my head.
Bella squeezes me between her finger and thumb, and I feel my orgasm recede. She wants this to last.
Watching her red lips moving over me is too much. I let my head fall back and stare at the midnight sky. The feeling of her hand stroking my thick base, and her magical tongue, dancing over me, overwhelms my senses.
I'm instantly there again, contracting muscles to stop me from losing it. Please don't let this end already. I groan, and Bella responds by pulling back. This is our new dance, with Bella in the lead. She brings me to the edge and lets me calm, again and again. Each time, I climb faster and higher, only for her to let me drift back down again.
Watching her lavish me with her hands, lips, and tongue makes me feel so wanted, desired. There is no fear here, for either of us.
Our eyes lock as Bella slips her hand into her panties, and strokes herself, moaning vibrations into my core. She reaches up and I suck her fingers into my mouth. I grunt at the sweet-salty taste of her.
I start to scrape my palms against the ledge in time with her bobbing head, itching to touch her… her mouth is so warm… the pressure is too great… the separation between us, too maddening.
"I need to touch you."
Bella grabs my hands and brings them to her face, her dark eyes assenting.
We are Bella and Edward again. Brushing my fingertips over her cheeks, her neck, her shoulders, carefully holding her head, I feel connected to her.
"Dear God, I love you, Bella. You… you feel so good."
She takes me deep and a quake rips through that reaches my chest. I cannot resist any longer.
I try to warn her, but I'm only able to make coarse sounds. Bella grabs my hands, threading our fingers together, and takes me deeper still, her throat closing around me.
I come spectacularly with a whimper and weak knees. With each forceful release, Bella squeezes my hands until they are pressing together so hard, we both shake. She swallows, and swallows, and swallows until I am nothing but a pulp of a man.
Unable to stand, I slide down the wall. I reach out my arms and pull her to me. Limbs tangled, I press her body to mine as I float back to Earth and we catch out breath.
Wide eyes search mine, needing a reaction. This is my Bella.
While I try to form the words, she asks, "Yay?" in a small voice.
"Yay," I pant. Eloquence eludes me once again. 'Read poetry' is back on the things to do list.
I lift her chin to me and kiss her with passion, love, and more than anything, respect. Bella is smart, courageous, and loving; and I am blessed. When I pull away, I ask, "Are you sure I can't buy you that car?"
She laughs, just like she did the last time I offered.
"My Escort would be sad."
"Your Escort is sad."
She laughs again, stroking my cheek and kissing my neck.
I let it go. There will be no pushing for a car tonight.
"Mmm, Edward, you need aftercare," she says, stroking my neck.
Aftercare? I silently scoff. The only aftercare I need is a shower and bed. Bella begins to get up, but I pull her back tightly to me.
"I don't need aftercare. Let's just stay here for a minute. Can that be my aftercare?"
"I have that cream we read about. I don't want you to be sore… and we should talk."
'Aftercare is for both partners,' we read.
"Hey, Bella… yeah, let's talk." Her eyes widen slightly, and then she gives a small nod.
I caress her arm and she nuzzles my neck as I thank her for being so good to me, for overcoming fears, and for simply loving me.
"Did I hurt you?" she asks.
"No. And I'm really so sorry I laughed. I think I was just so surprised you actually spanked me. It came from nowhere. I would never laugh at you."
"I guess I'm not naturally the spanking type. It was fun, though." I think she's asking me instead of tell me.
"Yes. Fun. How about we go downstairs and have some fun in the shower." I bite her earlobe and playfully growl, "I'll take care of you in there."
"Wait… you don't want your wishes?"
"Bella, you have already fulfilled all of my wishes."
She bites that full bottom lip and I know what that means.
"You still want to play?"
"I know it's late, but…"
"Oh, no, Isabella. It's your turn. What are you in the mood for?"
She shrugs one shoulder, seductively. "You don't have any other wishes?"
Don't do this to me. I've already come twice, my imagination is pretty fucked up, and we'll need lasagna if I'm really to have my dreams fulfilled.
"Are you still feeling a little wild, Isabella?"
"Yes, sir. Give me something to think about in church tomorrow."
My body slacks at the idea of getting up for church—but I wouldn't miss.
"My church has a 12:30 mass."
"It's a plan. How about we have a nightcap?"
"Okay." She sounds disappointed, but she doesn't know what I have in store.
I help her to stand and take off my suit jacket, putting it on her.
"You're dressing me?"
"Yes. I don't want you to get cold."
"I'm not cold, I'm…"
I hold up a finger, stopping her and trying for a sexy Dom voice, "My wishes, remember. No arguing."
Her large eyes burn dark with excitement.
"Please, gather your props."
I walk to the sectional and stack a few sofa cushions on the floor at the end.
"Do you want the rope, too?"
"Yes. Place everything on the coffee table."
Trying to hide her smile, Bella arranges them in a line next to the Champagne, while I roll up my sleeves.
Slowly, I reach into the suit jacket, her breath hitches, but I'm careful not to touch her breast. From the inside pocket, I find the second cigarette and my lighter.
"You have another cigarette?"
"Yes." I sit down and hand her the lighter. Bella's hand shakes as she lights the cigarette for me. Anticipation is the best part; I don't want to shortchange her.
"Kneel." I say, exhaling the smoke and gesturing to the cushions on the floor next to me.
She complies. I sit back and relax, taking a few long drags as she simply waits. When I angle my head to look at her, she opens her mouth, and leans forward. I hold the cigarette to her bottom lip and allow her to take one of her quick puffs.
"Isabella, are you scared or excited?"
She looks away, contemplative. "Definitely more excited," she whispers in a husky voice.
"Good. Bend over. I want you across my lap."
She follows my orders, and I can feel her body trembling across my thighs. I brush my fingertips over her legs and watch her skin pink up. I don't need to spank her to watch her blush for me and I have no intention of doing anything that might hurt her, but she doesn't need to know that yet.
I turn her head towards the coffee table so she can see the blindfold, rope, and ruler.
"Should I choose what I want?" she asks.
"I didn't say you were allowed to choose."
I take another drag and fold up the hem of her suit jacket so I can see that fine ass. I slide my finger under the fabric on her thigh and move it down until it is between her legs.
"What to do you want, Isabella?"
"You."
I slip my finger inside of her.
"Ahh."
In and out, I take my time as I smoke.
"How did you get the key to the terrace, Isabella."
"Carlton… augh, Carlton your doorman."
I continue my slow ministrations, enjoying hearing her try to talk.
"Did you pay him?"
The way she grips my finger, it is no surprise it feels like Heaven inside of her.
"No… he likes you… he helped me… I made him lasagna."
"My lasagna? With homemade noodles?"
I add a second finger.
"Oh, oh, ohhh… yes, I made one for you, too. We're having it tomorrow… Carlisle and Esme's." Do not talk about them as we are doing this. Maybe I should get out the lasagna—no, I'll save that fantasy for another time.
"Isabella, stretch out your left arm."
She does.
"Your right."
She does.
"Are you going to tie me up?"
"No. I just like when you follow directions."
Bella lifts up on her hands, and turns to me, with her jaw dropped. I withdraw my fingers and suck them into my mouth.
"You're kidding me, Edward."
"I prefer you call me Master," I say, starting to laugh.
"Oh… give me that ruler…" she groans reaching for the coffee table. In one smooth action, I put out the cigarette, grab the bottle of Champagne, and kick the table away.
"You had your chance. It's my turn to punish."
"I went easy on you."
"I know." I press her body back down across my legs as she wrestles against me, laughing.
"But why would you punish me? I'm so good," she says, feigning innocence.
"I believe you used the word ass earlier tonight. That is a bad word, Isabella… too wicked for my virginal ears. And do I need to bring up that dirty scene in the car? I am a seminarian and should be treated as such."
"You're not a virgin anymore, Reverend Master."
"No kidding."
"Are you really going to spank me?" she asks quietly, her anxiety evident.
"No, but I will punish you."
She starts to pant and writhe as I open the bottle.
"Edward… Master… I'm warm, can I take off the jacket?"
"No. I have other plans to cool you off. I told you, we're having a nightcap."
Bella startles at the sound of the cork popping.
I lift the jacket higher and run my fingers around the Venus dimples on her lower back. "I've always wondered if these are deep enough to hold Champagne."
I tilt the bottle, dripping the bubbly liquid onto her back. The puddle foams up and drips to the sides, as Bella bows her back. She squeals and begins to kick. I throw my leg over hers and pinion her with my arm.
"Stay still or I will spank you." No, I won't. "That is my wish."
"What are we on, wish 137… Master?"
Bella is aroused, sarcastic, amused—this combination is one of the many things I love about her.
"Oh, you are definitely getting punished."
"How… what… what are you going to do?"
"Are you scared or excited?"
"Both."
"I'm going to make you come so hard, you'll forget your own name."
Bella moans as I pour more on her, watching it stream down her backside and thighs. I lean down and begin to suck the carbonation into my mouth. Though she tries to move, I hold her still as I pull down her wet panties inch by inch, to reveal that perfect peach of an… "What the fuck is this?"
"What?"
"This bruise… you have a bruise across your ass. Did you fall?"
"What…? Oh, shit. No, I didn't fall. It's nothing."
"What is it? Tell me."
"It's embarrassing, Edward."
"Bella… I am worrying. Don't forget your rules."
"Okay, okay… I practiced snapping the ruler so I wouldn't hurt you. Maybe I took it too far."
"Oh, Bella. From now on, I am the Dominant and you are the Submissive."
She laughs. "Oh, okay, so nothing changes."
"You know what I mean." I say softly and bend down to kiss her blue bruise.
"I bruise like a peach, baby. You know that."
I pull her panties to her ankles. "I'll make you feel better."
Sliding my fingers inside of her, I slip my tongue along a place I've never been before.
"Oh, God-Gosh… yes, fuck, yes."
"You like that? I love when you surprise me."
I go back to work with my tongue and two fingers—my thumb circling over her sex.
"Yes… oh, yes… I like it… don't tell anyone."
I laugh against her skin, but I don't want to stop what I'm doing. I keep going until she reaches frenzy.
It is much better to be on this side. I want control. I love control. I play her body like an instrument-arpeggio-and feel an incredible high mounting as she mewls sounds and words of ecstasy.
"More," she cries. "Oh, God, hold me..."
She starts to shake and I fold my body over hers.
"I have you, love."
"Please… oh, Edward."
"Faster?"
Her yes sounds animalistic. Back and forth, as quickly as I can, I grasp for her orgasm. The sound of our wet skin moving against each other makes my head explode. In this moment, I am certain that giving her physical pleasure is far more gratifying than receiving my own. I need her orgasm.
"Don't hold back… come on Bella… give it to me…" Her cries are frustrated. What does she need? I refuse to spank her. "You like me fucking you? You liked to be fucked so hard, Bella? You like fucking my fingers?"
She stills, silences, and her ruby slippers drop to the floor. I see her toes curl. Her body erupts, clamping my fingers like a vise. I brace her as she bucks violently against me. The orgasm is so great, so powerful… when she peaks, her come hits the floor. Magnificent.
Dirty talk, I think silently.
I scoop her up into my arms and press her face to my chest as she continues to quiver.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah," she breathes. I'm not convinced.
"I want to get you downstairs."
"Yeah."
"I'm carrying you."
"Kay."
I wrap the trench coat around her, and throw everything in her satchel. They're will be time for a better clean up and dry-cleaning later… lot's of dry cleaning.
As we ride the elevator down, she keeps her face in the nook of my neck, and asks amused, "You don't think I have epilepsy, do you?" That orgasm was like a seizure.
I give her a kiss. "No, love. You just have very special gifts."
"What's my name again?"
"You're Dorothy Gale, from Kansas."
"There's no place like home."
When we get into our condo, she asks to be placed down.
"Really, Edward, I'm okay now."
I rest her back on her feet and go to the refrigerator.
"Hungry?" I ask.
"No. Just tired."
"Last bottle of Pedialyte. Split it with me. I'll get more tomorrow."
"It's all you, Edward. I'm okay, I had some already."
"But it's good for hangovers."
Bella walks over to me and wraps her arms around my waist. I love those ponytails.
"Edward, how do you feel about Gatorade?"
It has more sugar than Pedialyte, and in clinical studies, it was less effective at replenishing after dehydration. But that's not what she's asking me. No teddy bears.
"Yeah, Gatorade, we'll get some Gatorade."
"You know, actually, I'm a plain water type of woman."
"How about we get some Gatorade?" Please, I'm the Dominant, remember?
"My Edward," she smiles and shakes her head, "we'll get some Gatorade."
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I hate this waiting room. The furniture is uncomfortable and looks cheap. When I'm a therapist, if I'm a therapist, Esme will help me design my office.
Even his wood laminate nameplate looks cut-rate: Dr. Jack Sparrow. As soon as I saw his name on Jasper's list of recommended therapists, I knew this was my guy.
Oh, please God, let him have eyeliner and a braids in his hair. It would make my day.
"Mr. Masen," the tall receptionist calls to me, "Dr. Sparrow will see you now."
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No, they aren't the hottest BDSM pairing in Fandom, but hey, they're Saintward and Gracella :-)
A link to the outdoor furniture and a link to the So You Think You Can Write interview with me are on my profile. Next up, Edward in therapy.
Any guesses on Bella's gift she promised?
Love to hear from you.
Liz x