Um…. So this was longer than I thought it would be and well… I blame Eric Packer… if you all don't know who Eric Packer is… go right now to cosmopolisfilm[dot]com and watch the trailer…

Okay, you back? Ok…let's break in some mild kink with dear Bella and Edward….

Disclaimer- Dr. Creepy safe chapter ( I am cruel enough to leave you with blue balls last chapter. We do not need creep and kink to share time…lol)

McMxc A.D.- Enigma (yes… the entire album- the soundtrack to my first kinky endeavor in college)

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Chapter 55: I'm going to do things, Bella.

EPOV

She really wants this.

She really wants this.

Fuck.

Gottathinkgottathink.

Go easy.

Where to start?

What to use?

Fuck! Why did I waste all that time wallowing!

I needed to gather supplies.

Now she's up there naked.

Fuck she looked good lying in my bed.

Fuck I want to….

Thinkthinkthinkthink….

What to do first.

Easy.

Don't scare.

Did she really want this?

Fuck are you kidding? Did you see her eyes when she mentioned jacking off?

Holy shit! Bella got off with thoughts of me.

So what did I start with?

Feather? Fuck do we have a feather in the house?

What to use?

Shit shit shitshitshit!

Ok, calm down. She wants this.

I can improvise.

I don't need a fucking playroom.

I just need to think.

Fuck she was amazing.

Willing and naked probably already. And…

Fuck I want to just bury myself.

Sore… she had to be sore from last night… but maybe not?

Think thinkthink….

Plenty of stuff to do without having sex….

But God I wanted to.

Ok…

Breathe….

I took a long breath at the bottom of the stairs, unaware I had even come down from the third floor.

She did that.

Distracted me in the best way.

God I love her.

Love her enough to share this.

Go easy.

I took another breath and started for the kitchen, sure I could find tools in there to use as toys for this little session.

Think thinkthinkthink.

Looking around I went straight to Esme's jar of utensils, eyeing them like an artist looks at his brush.

Which one will work?

Wooden spoon?

No. I didn't want to hurt her, just sensitize her.

Think…

Flat plastic spatula.

Perhaps.

I grabbed it, knowing I would never be able to watch Esme flip pancakes ever again without getting a hard on.

Right. Focus.

Tools.

I found the stainless steel turkey baster and grinned. So many ideas.

Yes.

Basting brush.

Oooh. That would totally work.

I looked around quickly, knowing I was wasting time that could be better spent upstairs.

But I wanted this to be right too. I wanted her to enjoy it and feel everything possible in this experience.

Already I was aching from the anticipation.

How had Bella singlehandedly dismissed all my fears in a matter of moments?

She simply did, and that she thought of things when she was alone was simply amazing.

Maybe she was just like me.

Was that so bad? We were together; we could do what we wanted. Us. Together.

There was no room in my head for anything else but pleasuring Bella with this little bit of my world that I enjoyed.

I opened up the silverware drawer and a thought came to me.

Smiling broadly, I shoved a number of teaspoons into my pocket, knowing they would be perfect. I rushed around for the remaining items. Grabbing and grinning at the ideas pouring out of my head.

I finally filled a tall glass with ice, putting a little water into it.

I plunked a few of the spoons into it, already breathing heavy with the anticipation of what I'd use them for.

I spied bamboo skewers tucked behind the cheese graters, and grabbed a few of those as well. The dull side would make a nice drawing tool along her skin.

Hands full, I hurried back upstairs. Glancing at the clock in the hall, I knew we could do quite a bit with the few hours we had left.

Opening the door quietly, I felt a surge of lust work through me.

There she was. Lying quietly, eyes closed. Just as requested and my breath caught at just how beautiful she was.

Not just in her incredible body as it nestled so perfectly in my bed.

But the fact that she wanted this. That she had thought about this too.

She was perfect for me.

I wanted to show her the world.

I wanted to cherish her body.

I wanted to be everything she needed.

"Damn, Bella. You're so beautiful in my bed," I croaked, feeling my legs drift closer to her as if she were my own personal magnet.

I saw her body shiver at my words, a tightening of her thighs.

Yes.

Already she was reacting.

Fuck that was hot.

I turned to close and lock the door, smirking when I heard her soft gasp at the sound of the lock turning.

It wasn't fear but anticipation.

She knew I wanted alone time and we would not be interrupted.

Definitely not.

Emmett was with the football team in Seattle.

Esme wasn't due back until later.

She was mine.

Alone.

I intentionally made a little noise as I laid out my tools, watching her from the periphery as she tensed and relaxed and shivered.

Was it too cold in here?

It felt warm. But when I used the ice….

Mmmm. She was going to definitely react to that.

I watched as her eyelids fluttered, her curious nature trying to the better of her and make her open her eyes.

It was a good thing for my cashmere scarf I never seemed to use here in Forks.

Now I would.

I took it and laid it gently across her eyelids, leaning over just enough to move my hands to tie it.

"Lift your head for me," I whispered softly near her ear.

She immediately lifted her head, her eyes covered but her mouth visible as I watched her tug on her lips with her teeth while I tied the scarf behind her head.

She was nervous.

Maybe she was having second thoughts?

"You'll tell me to stop if it's too much?" I asked quietly.

Her eager nod and breathy yes made my body relax some.

She was just nervously anticipating then maybe.

I tried to remember my first time being blindfolded and quickly pushed that thought out of my mind.

I had definitely been nervous.

Embarrassingly ill performing sort of nervous.

That wouldn't happen with Bella.

Nope. Never.

I felt so much more at ease with her.

On the same level.

Even when she lay so vulnerable underneath me.

I leaned in to kiss her softly over the blindfold.

Once over each of her eyes.

Did she know what she was in for? Did she know what this would do to both of us?

"This is one of my favorite things," I whispered. "Something we can both enjoy. Together, Bella. This is us. You're right about that. It's no one else but us."

Every word I spoke made her body react. She was so into this!

"Shall we start then?"

She nodded, so emphatically I thought she'd push the blindfold off, but it remained on and I sealed our preparations with a kiss and then slipped away from her, intent on simply watching her as she waited.

There was nothing more erotic or beautiful than watching her laying there, quietly anticipating.

I barely breathed, simply stood over her at the side of the bed beside the toys I had collected and watched as her body tensed and trembled, hardened in the right places, as well as grew wet. I knew she was aroused already.

You don't realize how many muscles move when you are trying to satisfy an ache discreetly.

Her stomach slowly tightened, raising her pelvis just slightly, offering me more of a view of her hair below. I smiled when I noticed her thighs slowly flex, knowing her ass was tightening as well.

Trying to satisfy with just muscle control.

She'd lose all control soon enough.

I couldn't wait.

But I did.

Waiting created anticipation and heightened sensation.

And heightened sensation created mind-blowing orgasms.

She shifted slightly, as if to listen for me and I knew I needed to start this.

I took a slow breath, watching her body tense when she heard it.

I don't think she knew how close I had been, watching.

I opened my mouth to speak and her whole body shivered.

So reactive.

"I'm going to do things, Bella," I started and just those words made her moan softly.

"Because you're blindfolded, you won't know where I will start, or what I will do. But you need to trust me that I won't hurt you," I continued, my voice the only sound in the room.

Well that and her quickened breaths.

"You trust me?" I asked, my voice barely audible.

She nodded.

"I trust you, Edward," she breathed.

Her body was goosefleshed and vibrating.

"I won't ever hurt you, Bella," I assured her. "That's not my thing. I only want you to feel good. All right?"

She nodded again and swallowed hard.

"you'll tell me to stop if you don't like something?"

She licked her lips and whimpered, nodding again.

"Are you nervous?"

"A little," she confessed. "But it's a good nervous. I want you to touch me, but I don't know how you will. It's driving me crazy."

"That's good," I whispered and leaned down to inhale her, the noise making her vibrate and arch her body slightly, as if begging to be touched.

I smirked and took a slow step back, enjoying the sense of control I had with Bella.

No master servant here. But there was definitely a measure of relinquishing control.

Bella was never one to do that since I had known her, but here she was, offering that little bit to me.

I looked over at the table, eyeing the toys.

Where to start?

I slowly unbuttoned my jeans, her head tilting a little at the soft noise.

"Do you know what I'm doing right now?" I asked.

"Buttons," she croaked. "The buttons to your jeans."

I smirked and felt myself grow more confident.

She was so attuned.

I slid the jeans down my legs, the sound of the rustling fabric sounding noisy even in my own ears.

Her breathing quickened again and I paused to watch how beautiful she looked, her breasts rising and falling excitedly. I kicked off the jeans and turned once more to the nightstand. I could see her from my periphery tilting her head slightly to listen to what I was doing. I fingered the brush, along with the bamboo skewers between my fingers, contemplating.

Curling my fingers around both I moved slowly towards the foot of the bed where her feet rested, her toes pointing straight to the ceiling. Had she been completely relaxed, I knew they would have tilted off to the sides a bit, but her legs were tenser than that.

Clenching, ever so minutely.

"Take a long breath in," I whispered.

Her toes wiggled at the sound of my voice, and she hesitated for only a moment.

Then she inhaled long and deep.

"Now let it out just as slowly."

A slow whoosh out, trembling slightly. But she visibly relaxed, making the next step more intense for her.

I fingered the basting brush for a second before leaning over slightly and barely grazing it along the underside of her foot.

Bella gasped and her body jerked, a reflex action that without being restrained was typical.

But I didn't want to restrain her.

Just yet.

She let out another big breath and her foot settled, allowing me to do it again, this time a little slower, but still barely grazing her skin.

"Oh my god," she groaned and her head lulled to the side while her fingers gripped at the bedding beside her.

"How does that feel?" I asked, moving to her other foot, catching her by surprise only a little.

She moaned again and her foot curled as I drew lightly up from heel to toe.

"T-tickles," she groaned and arched. "And so electric."

I smirked and pulled the brush away, satisfied with how she reacted.

Now for the other.

"AAIGH!" she cried out when she felt the dull side of the bamboo stick slide up her foot.

I pulled it away and watched as her body convulsed.

"And that?"

She shook her head from side to side, biting her bottom lip hard.

"Did it hurt?" I asked, frowning for a moment that perhaps it had been too much.

"Do it again."

I swallowed at the sound of her strained voice and moved to the other foot, repeating the motion. A quick flick along the soft underfoot.

"Shit!"

I pulled away again. She twitched again but this time instead of biting her lip, she giggled.

"What was that?" she asked, wiggling her toes.

I let out a breath in relief and chuckled.

"That's my secret," I replied. "Do you want to continue?"

She nodded eagerly and a smile broke out across her gorgeous lips.

She was enjoying this.

I couldn't believe it.

Bella was just… so much more.

I moved along side her, keeping my body just far enough away so that it didn't touch hers. Not that she didn't try. I noticed her fingers of her closed hand spreading out to reach for me.

"You don't want me to tie you up just yet do you?" I teased and brushed her fingers with the brush.

"Maybe?" she snickered.

"Killing me Bella," I whispered, closing my eyes in restraint.

I didn't think I could handle both blindfolding and tying her up.

I'd want to do entirely too many things.

"I promise, I'll behave," she said softly, a playful smile on her lips.

I leaned in and kissed her, her body jolting slightly at the surprise touch.

"Good girl," I mused beside her and leaned back to look at her, the brush hovering over her body, doing virtual patterns in the air before I decided where to land it.

"The difference in touch and texture intensifies when you are left not knowing what it is or from where its coming from," I instructed. "So a feather light touch may be overly ticklish, while something like the other feels almost like it is breaking the skin. But it doesn't."

At my last words, I stroked the brush around one nipple, making her gasp and shudder.

I traced down her sternum, listening to her breath as it quickened again. Everywhere the brush touched the skin puckered and goosefleshed.

"The contrasts create a much more pleasurable experience though, right?" I asked, pulling away the brush and hovering over her for a long few seconds before the stick twirled around her navel.

"Yes!" she cried out and tightened her stomach on reflex.

"Does this hurt?"

Bella shook her head and groaned when I ran the stick slowly up the inside of her arm. The wood pressed into the skin only slightly, enough to be felt but never pierce. Enough to cause her to physically react to the touch. I pulled away the stick and without a second to let her compose herself, the brush was swirling along her inner thigh.

Her legs opened slightly from their tightly clamped position and she sighed heavily, her head rolling back slightly.

Oh she thought I was going there.

Not yet.

I pulled away again, moving off the bed. She was pouting and tilting her head towards where I had been. This was so much better than I had ever hoped for.

And my own body was singing at every little reaction Bella offered me. I was beyond aching. I pressed my palm over my cock that was struggling to free itself from my boxers and moaned softly at the relief.

What would she think if I jacked off while I did this to her?

Would she know?

She heard the buttons come undone on your jeans, of course she would know.

Would it get her excited?

Maybe another time.

She was still trying to figure out where I had gone and the ice was starting to melt in my glass.

"Round two?" I asked, and her whimper told me she was most definitely ready.

I reached for the spare spoons I had not placed in the ice and slipped them into my mouth, hoping to warm them quick. I let them sit in my mouth for almost a minute while Bella squirmed slightly in anticipation.

Oh she had no idea.

Ice was heat was my favorite thing to do.

When the spoons were good and warm, I removed them and tucked them under my arm, being sure they stayed so. Then I slipped the spoon out of the cup of ice, making sure Bella heard the noise it made.

A loud clattering sound that made her stomach tighten as I watched.

The spoon had fogged up from the cold.

Adjusting beside her on the bed, I leaned over so that my lips hovered over one nipple, giving just enough space for the spoon to move.

The curve of the spoon fitting perfectly over her nipple.

"Ahhhh!"

Her body convulsed at the sensation; but her whimper when my hot mouth enveloped her chilled breast was what I enjoyed most. She squirmed against my hot mouth, panting and jolting against my body that leaned against her trapped arm underneath.

Another spoon from the glass made its way to her other nipple, repeating the action. Cold and then warm sucking on her most sensitive parts.

"Oh my god. Oh my god," she babbled as I repeated it once more, taking longer with my mouth to tease her.

Without giving her a chance to relax, I trailed a freshly dipped spoon down her stomach, drawing lazy squiggles along her porcelain skin. She was humming and moaning with each slow arch of the spoon until I knew it had warmed to her scorching skin.

The glass clinked again, and she whimpered at the noise.

She was learning.

Pulling out another spoon, I adjusted again on the bed, holding the warm spoons still.

"Open your legs, feet touching, knees to the bed out beside you," I ordered, feeling the strain of this exercise on me as her body called to me.

She did so quickly, so fearless to my request.

Wasn't she shy at all?

Had it been me with someone I was still learning, opening myself up like that would have been difficult.

She really did trust me.

It made my heart soar at that thought.

She was truly giving herself to me.

I repositioned myself so that my head was closer to her thighs, and from there, I could see just how much she trusted me. She was well and truly mine.

"Do you know how beautiful you are, Bella?" I asked, my voice strained.

She sighed and her thighs tightened near my eyes, the rest of her body tightening and adjusting as well. To see her tighten and flex where I wanted to be tempted me to toss the spoons aside and forget about her soreness. She was wet and swollen and there for me to take.

Breathe.

Her essence there in my nose and on my tongue as I breathed in through my mouth.

I wanted to taste. I wanted to bite.

I wanted to be inside.

"Please."

Her soft voice begging fueled the temptation.

Reaching for the nightstand, I dug around to grab the condoms I had hiding there.

Laying them beside her clenched hand I resumed my position beside her.

A new cold spoon in hand I slowly extracted a hot one from my arm.

She was expecting cold.

So when the heated bowl of the spoon pressed against her clit, she cried out.

And then she arched her body up into the air when the cold one pressed against her entrance. Softly pressing, gently rocking against her, I moved the spoons so that she could feel them over and over, her body writhing and her breathing staccato as I pushed and stroked.

"Oh god please!" she begged and this time it was more difficult for me to deflect. I tossed the spoons aside and she let out a pained moan. Once again I moved to the nightstand and filled the baster with some of the cold water.

I had never done this before, but I had the thought that while messy, it would drive her crazy not knowing what I was doing. Carefully, I let a few drops go, perfectly aimed at her hard nipples. The ice water splashed and ran quickly down the side of her body, lost in the sheets.

She gasped and jerked again, her hands moving for a second before slamming back down on the bed, clutching at the sheets.

"Open you mouth."

She did so immediately, her tongue taking in the several drops I offered her teasingly. I offered her another bit of water from the baster before moving down her body, dripping into her navel. She moaned and fought not to move. But when I leaned down to lap up the water her body instinctively arched, spilling the water along her sides and down into the hair between her legs.

"Please, please, please," she continued to beg, cracking my resolve. I needed to be closer. To see. Too feel.

Tossing the baster to the floor, I slipped further down on the bed, carefully taking her near leg and wrapping it over my shoulder blade so that I was suddenly beneath it. Closer to her and where I wanted to remain for sometime to come.

She let out a moan that turned into a long and drawn out groan that sounded like my name when my lips finally touched her.

Tongue exploring, I tasted in her sweet taste, diluted some by the water rivulets and I searched her out further.

Flicking the hard bit of her before rolling my tongue deep and true against her.

So full of flavor and so much for me to enjoy, I lost myself in her body.

Her taste, her smell, her body as it rubbed against me, burying my nose deep into the short coarse hair.

Oh yes, I liked that she had some hair. So much better than bare.

I could inhale her and swallow her down and never stop.

Never stop.

Never.

Never.

I could drown in her. Die between her legs and be satisfied.

Savor her quivering body, clenching thighs as they tried to crush me into a happy death.

"Edward!"

And still I wanted more.

So much more as she stiffened and arched and shuddered and flooded my mouth with her sweetness.

Intoxicating me.

Drunk on her.

Needy for her.

"Oh god please, Edward!" she was crying, clawing at me.

Nails scraping along my scalp, pulling at me.

I didn't want to leave.

Didn't want to waste her.

"I need you. I need you. Now! Oh please now! Please too much! I need… need."

Her nails succeeded when she added her words.

I was high on her, feeling her on my lips, on my tongue, my chin. But not where I needed.

Where she was begging.

Begging.

I fumbled around with my hands while I trailed my nose through her mound, up to her stomach, my hands finally finding the small wrappers that had drifted away from us in her writhing.

In no time I was covered and moving up her body. Mouth to breasts, hands slipping in between to angle me towards a warm wet place I wanted to be so very much.

Both of us desperate as her hands continued to clutch and claw and pull and tug, trying to get me where she needed.

And then I was there.

In.

A sigh. A groan.

Sliding so easily.

Hips flexing. Moving in sync.

Her hands grabbing at my ass and pulling harder. Shoving me in deeper.

"Ah yes!" she cried out and pulled again, setting me to a frenzied pace.

Forgotten was the need to take it slow. To tease, to be gentle.

She didn't want it and neither did I.

This was what we wanted.

Fast.

Deep.

Hard.

Frenzied.

Passion overtaking reason.

Completion.

Oh so much with her.

So much of her in my senses.

Breath on my shoulder, panting my name.

Her scent all over me.

Her taste still on my lips when I licked at them.

And her. Tight and warm and flexing.

She was everywhere.

I had no chance of making a good show of lasting.

She had overwhelmed my senses.

I felt myself tightening. I buried my head into her still covered hair and groaned as I felt it sweep over me, panting her name as I lost myself in her once again.

Falling away.

Falling.

Floating.

Sinking.

Collapsing.

"I love you."

It sounded slurred in my ears as I said it, but I couldn't think.

I was floating in her being.

She was everything.

She was…

"Edward?"

"Everything," I murmured and felt myself growing heavier.

She was my everything.

I love you, Edward.

I smiled into the warmth, feeling it wrap around me like a warm blanket.

I wrapped my arms around my warm blanket and drifted, not wanting to leave this euphoric feeling.

Never.

I was never leaving.

This was mine.

This was ours.

Bella and me.

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This chapter is brought to you by the Cosmopolis movie teaser trailer… and my Frigidaire ice dispenser … I gotta go wash me some spoons now.

I got nothing else… I have to go put Rob on repeat….

More soon…

MWAH!

steph