Author's Note: I want to apologize right now for the probably terrible French in this chapter. I speak like ten words of French, and they are mostly numbers, and I don't really know how to spell them. Anyway, I used Microsoft Translator to translate my text, and I can't be sure, but I don't think it did an awesome job. So, if you do speak French, feel free to have some laughs at my expense because I have no way to make sure it's accurate. If someone wants to message me the correct French interpretation of the passages, I will repost with the changes. In case it was so awful, that no one could understand it, I went ahead and put my intended meanings after each paragraph in parentheses. Keep in mind, that Bella doesn't know French at all and though I have 'translated' it for you, she doesn't know what's being said.
This is the last chapter. I hope you enjoy it.
Chapter 22 – My Turn
For days, I'd been trying to figure out a way to pay Carlisle back for the teasing incident in the bedroom the other day. The problem I had was that while I could tease him, he could always overpower me, not in a bad way, and force my teasing to come to an end. Knowing him, he would probably feel needlessly guilty about using his strength against me, though I would take it as a great compliment if his perfect restraint cracked a little bit because of my teasing.
I decided to bring up my concerns about this with him at night after lovemaking.
"I still plan on getting you back, you know?" I informed him, attempting to sound offhanded.
"Whatever for, my love?" He played innocent.
"You know exactly what." I poked him in the chest. "I was just enlightening you that I fully expect to win, and I don't want you to feel bad if you should just so happen to… I don't know… lose your mind and use physical force to end my teasing."
"I would never…" He was dead serious, and I knew that I was right about him.
"I didn't mean that you would ever hurt me, sweetheart." I assured him, as I palmed him through the sheets. "I'm just saying that I intend to fight dirty, and you're going to lose."
"That sounds like… very interesting," he seemed a little intrigued, a little turned on.
"Yep." I popped the P, stilling my hand. "And when you bend me over the bed and take me roughly from behind, I will love every second of it."
"It's never going to happen, you know." He looked confident, a little too confident.
"Whatever you say, sweetheart." I blinked repeatedly at him.
My chance at reciprocity finally came a day later when Alice called and told us that the next two days would be cloudy enough for us to go to Paris and see the Louvre. A public setting would be a great place to exact my revenge on my beloved husband.
Need help? Alice texted me, seeing what I was trying to do to Carlisle. I would SO like to help you break Carlisle's restraint.
I need you to find me an arrogant, amorous Frenchman. I replied. That shouldn't be too hard.
I see the perfect guy. Mind if I watch? She asked.
Ummm…
I'll stop when he cracks, but pretty please let me watch. She begged me.
Okay, I relented, but text me when I can meet flirty guy. I texted a final time before picking out my clothes.
I looked through the dresses that Alice had packed for me and found an empire waist dress that crisscrossed over my chest and was fairly short. The top was white and the skirt was black. I chose it because I couldn't wear a bra with it because it was backless and because the skirt flared out a bit. I channeled my inner Alice and found a pair of heels to match. The dress was tasteful, not slutty. I didn't want to tip him off before I even got started.
Good choice. Alice texted again. See if you can get him to take the bus to the Louvre. The green and white one just to the right as you exit the airport. It will be nearly full, and the shocks aren't great.
What? She should have known that I had no idea what that meant.
Shocks are what absorb the bounciness in a car. Sit on his lap. It will be extra bouncy.
I giggled at her, understanding exactly what she had in mind and selected a pair of black see-through panties, and went about the business of fixing my hair. I went with soft curls and light makeup.
It was nearly eight in the morning when I met my breathtakingly handsome husband in the foyer.
"You look beautiful this morning, my darling." He kissed me deeply. "You look beautiful every morning, but you know what I mean."
"Thank you." I smiled at him and led him out the door to the helicopter.
Carlisle insisted that I have a moderate breakfast this morning before I got ready so that I wasn't nauseous on the helicopter or starving once we landed. I also brought some crackers so that I could nibble them in case of air-sickness. I was grateful that they weren't necessary.
After a two hour helicopter ride, Carlisle led us toward car rental place, but I intervened.
"Why don't we take the bus?" I asked him as innocently as possible.
"Because…" He waited for an explanation.
"It's fun." I answered, smiling brightly at him, hoping that my enthusiasm would be contagious. "The full tourist experience and whatnot."
"If you insist, my darling." He laughed and let me lead him to the bus that Alice had described.
We were nearly the first people on the bus, so we got seats together. I didn't see a graceful way of sitting on his lap until a little old lady came up without a seat. She didn't look like she would do well standing for long even if she could hold one of the little handles overhead. For once, I beat Carlisle to the punch and stood to let her have my seat and promptly set on his lap. I didn't say anything to her because I didn't know very many French words.
Before the bus was even in gear, I could feel his erection poking me in the bottom. I pretended I didn't notice. In fact, I started a nice conversation with the Australian couple on the other side of us. Carlisle didn't join in much at all, but he did shift uncomfortably a couple of times. I suppressed a laugh.
Alice was right, of course. We could feel every single bump in the road. About five minutes in, I turned to sweetly peck Carlisle on the lips, and surreptitiously gauge his mood. He had a very hard look on his face. He must have been concentrating on not losing it. I didn't feel the least bit sorry for him. He had teased me mercilessly the other day, and now, the good doctor was going to get a taste of his own medicine.
When we finally stopped in front of the Louvre, I couldn't be sure, but I could swear I heard Carlisle say, "Oh, thank God."
I was getting to him. I tried very hard not to smile at him.
When we were exiting the bus, I was in front of Carlisle. I accidentally dropped my purse and bent at the waist to collect it. I knew that it was a very unladylike pose, and Carlisle and everyone behind me would be able to see up my dress. I trusted that he would see it quickly and protect my modesty.
As soon as I bent, I heard a sharp intake of breath behind me and felt Carlisle close the distance and cover my backside with his body. Unfortunately for him, he had to kind of had to press up against me to cover me, and also, as soon as I felt him back there, I backed up a little bit, pressing myself harder into him.
He growled. He actually growled at me. I stood up and made my way off the bus as if I didn't hear him.
As soon as we stepped through the doors, I got a text from Alice, but I couldn't answer it immediately because Carlisle abruptly turned me to face him.
"Don't think for a second that I'm not well aware of what you are trying to do, my love." He looked almost confident, but not quite. "You're welcome to try, but you are very much out of your league."
I feigned confusion as I looked back at him, and he laughed at me.
"You're not fooling me, Mrs. Cullen." He patted the top of my head in a very condescending way.
It was SO on. I was going to ramp up my game in a major way. I walked away from him and discretely checked my text from Alice.
Medium build, brown hair, blue eyes at the Alexander the Great exhibit. Don't let Carlisle get to you. You're doing great.
I led us toward the exhibit he was looking at and stopped right beside the man. He noticed me right away.
"Pardonnez-moi, belle dame." The obviously French guy spoke to me grazing my arm, and completely ignoring Carlisle. (Pardon me, beautiful lady.)
"I don't speak French." I shrugged at him with a hint of a smile. I wouldn't call what I was doing flirting. I wouldn't do that to Carlisle. That being said, I wasn't exactly shutting him down either. I bit my lip nervously, not knowing how to tell him that in French before I shrugged and said, "Sorry."
"An American?" He spoke with a thick accent as he took both of my hands in his. "I know all about the Louvre. I come here often. I could show you all the best…"
"Je parle français, et je suis parfaitement capable de montrer ma mariée autour du musée sans votre aide." Carlisle interrupted very rudely, pulling me away from the man, keeping an arm around me as he spoke to our momentary companion. (I do speak French, and I am perfectly capable of showing my wife around the Museum without your help.)
"Cette gâterie succulent est votre mariée? Vous devez démissionner pour que je peux montrer ses amants français mieux combien sont que les américains." He told Carlisle in a rather mocking tone. (This mouthwatering treat is your wife? You should step aside so that I can show her how much better French lovers are than Americans.)
Carlisle set his jaw but said nothing. I gathered that the man was very insulting to Carlisle, but I actually had no idea what either of them was saying.
"It seems your husband is a rather jealous man." He laughed.
"Really?" I cast a smirk over my shoulder at Carlisle. "I thought that my husband had excellent self-control."
"Self-control?" He taunted Carlisle. "Ce n'est pas ce que les femmes veulent, mon ami. Votre femme a besoin d'un homme réel, pas un moine." (That isn't what women want, my friend. Your woman needs a real man, not a monk.)
"Let me show you how a real man treats a lady." He stepped in closer. "Your oaf of a husband could never please you the way I could."
"I have a real man, thank you," I smiled sweetly at him, "who has absolutely no reason to be jealous."
Since I had memorized the layout of the museum before we came, I led Carlisle away from the lecherous flirt, slightly swaying my hips as I walked. Carlisle growled at me, not menacingly, but playfully.
I wanted to text Alice to congratulate her on finding the 'French Edward', but I couldn't find a way to do it without Carlisle seeing what I was doing.
After the initial confrontation with the flirty guy, we made our way to the sculptures. Most people would have gone straight for the Mona Lisa, but I just gotta be me. I was more interested in Rodin and Michelangelo. I could have spent days just taking in all of the wonderful works, but alas, my stomach growling had another agenda, and besides, I had a husband to torment.
For the most part, I was being gentle with him while we were in the sculpture area mainly because I didn't want to peak too soon and miss the opportunity to see some of my favorite works in person. I knew once it was lunchtime, I would ramp up my game in a way that he would never expect. Don't get me wrong, I was naughty and flirty in the sculpture area, but it was all very lackluster compared to what he had done to me. I wanted him to think that I was indeed out of his league, and that I had exhausted my bag of tricks. Then, I would go in for the kill.
Since I was starving, Carlisle took me downstairs to the food court where I chose corndogs with mustard. I usually didn't eat food like that. It didn't taste great to me, and it definitely wasn't healthy, but today it would hopefully accomplish what I intended. I put one corndog in front of Carlisle just for show.
Carlisle sat across from me with his own corndog but watched me while I ate. I gazed away from Carlisle pretending to be thinking about something else. Once I had dipped a very generous amount of mustard on the end of my corndog, I very slowly placed the tip of the corndog in my mouth circling the end with my tongue before sticking just the end of it in my mouth and moaning softly. Though the moan was somewhat exaggerated, I was actually a little turned on.
Carlisle cleared his throat and gave me a reprimanding look.
I pulled the corndog out and smiled at him, "When I'm finished with mine, I'd love to taste yours."
His eyes got really wide at my suggestive comment. It seems he didn't quite know how to handle what I had said, so he looked away from me, refusing to look at me for the rest of lunch. It took every bit of my self-control not to laugh at him, but somehow I managed.
It was then that I noticed that he wasn't breathing. I didn't know if he didn't like the smell of the food or maybe he couldn't take the smell of my arousal without snapping.
After I finished both corndogs, I excused myself to go to the restroom.
Is he angry or just horny? I texted Alice.
Definitely horny. She replied. You're doing great, by the way.
French Edward was awesome! I finally managed to tell her. I can't believe how perfect he was.
And will be… look for him when you leave the restroom. She suggested. French Edward? That's funny.
Oh, goody, French Edward was back! I could so use this to torment Carlisle a little more!
I had planned on slipping my panties into Carlisle's pockets since I got dressed, but now a sudden inspiration came over me. He would never expect what I was about to do. But first… I had to text Alice.
Don't watch for a minute. I told her. There was no way I could do this if I knew she was going to see me do it.
Too late, Bella! Holy crap! Are you trying to kill him? Better yet, are you trying to kill me? And also, have you been hanging out with Emmett too much?
I was completely mortified, but I had to do this anyway. She'd already seen it. It wasn't like not doing it would erase her memory.
I decided to own it.
Do you think that if you'd seen that while you were hunting, you would shoot blood out your nose? I asked her.
LOL! That's never happened to me before, but when you get back, ask Emmett about the Bear in 1976.
Do I want to know? I worried.
Oh, yes. I could almost hear her laughing.
Will my plan work? I asked her.
Cause Dr. C to lose his shit? Yes. She replied. You need a translation ap. Download it before you do the other thing.
I had no idea what that was about, but I assumed it was necessary since she mentioned it. I did a quick search and bought an ap so that I could translate from English into French.
After putting my phone back in my purse, I very carefully slipped off my panties and took a deep breath before putting my fingers inside my private place and gathering as much of the juices as I could. I was aroused just to do this to him, so there was plenty of fluid down there. With another deep breath, I exited the restroom with my panties in one hand and my feminine wetness all over two fingers of the other. It was quite a trick opening the stall door, but I somehow managed gracefully.
Carlisle was standing near the exit of the restroom, now smiling pleasantly. I was glad that he had stopped breathing earlier, or he would know what I was up to. I reached my left hand into his pocket and deposited my panties at the same time I brought my juice coated fingers on my right hand up to his mouth and lightly wiped it all over his lips. He took a deep breath and lost his beautiful smile.
Before I could pull away, Carlisle held me against himself in a vice-like grip.
"Do you have any idea how naughty you are?" He growled softly in my ear, but with an edge to his voice.
"I thought that I was out of my league." I told him innocently. "Or have you misjudged my teasing abilities?"
I felt the rumble of his growl before I heard it, but the message was clear. He was shoring up his defenses for another assault on my part.
"I left a present for you in your pocket as well." I nipped at his ear, playfully.
He reached inside to feel what I had left him, and he growled at me once again.
Carlisle was closer to cracking than I had ever seen him, but he wasn't quite ready to break yet. It seems that I was going to have to push him over the edge.
I looked over Carlisle's shoulder to find French Edward as Alice had suggested. He was getting some ice cream, and I mentally applauded Alice for her insight. I formulated a new plan.
"You know what sounds wonderful?" I put a lot of excitement into my voice. "Ice cream!"
I walked away from him, and he didn't follow. Perhaps he was trying to regain his composure. If my plan worked, his self-control wouldn't last long. On top of that, I seriously doubted he would let me be alone with that womanizer for very long.
My friend noticed as soon as I walked up. He smiled politely, looking around for Carlisle. I pretended that I hadn't noticed that he was there.
I pulled out my phone and typed, I would like a single dip of vanilla ice cream.
The philanderer saw what I was doing and put his hand over mine. "May I order for you, mademoiselle?"
Though I didn't speak much French, I didn't miss the fact that he referred to me as a single girl instead of a married woman.
"I guess." I nodded nervously. "This translator isn't very good anyway."
"Cette belle dame aimerait une trempette unique de glace à la vanille.." He ordered for me. (This beautiful lady would like a single dip of vanilla ice cream.)
The proprietor rattled off something or other. I assumed it was the price. I reached into my purse for my credit card, but the man was quicker.
"Allow me, belle dame." He started to hand the woman his card, but Carlisle suddenly showed up behind us. (beautiful lady)
"Cette belle dame est le mien. Je paie pour la Putain de la crème glacée." Carlisle growled at him and paid for my dessert. (This beautiful lady is mine. I am paying for the fucking ice cream.)
"Elle a demandé mon aide, mon ami. Si j'étais vous, je n'aurait pas laisser cette petite colombe hors de votre vue, ou un certain français attrayant elle voleront de vous." The Frenchman laughed tauntingly at him. (She sought my help, my friend. If I were you, I would not let this little dove out of your sight, or a certain attractive Frenchman will steal her from you.)
I pretended that I didn't know what was going on. True, I didn't have any idea what they were saying to one another, but I could guess from their tones that Carlisle was being possessive, and the Frenchman was implying that he could easily take me away from Carlisle. It was unbelievably sexy to see Carlisle angry and horny.
Sometime during their argument, the proprietor had given me my ice cream, and I stepped back to eat it. Truthfully, I didn't really want the ice cream. It was just another prop in my plot to publicly seduce my straight-laced husband. I barely stuck the end of my tongue out of my mouth and circled the top of the ice cream with it, imagining that I was tasting Carlisle. I pretended that the ice cream was his cold, hard member as I opened my lips to engulf the top of the somewhat lackluster treat. I'm sure the ice cream was perfectly delicious, but I knew what the real thing tasted like, and this was nothing in comparison. Both of them broke off their arguments to stare at me in shock when I let out a soft moan and licked some residual ice cream off of my lips.
Carlisle quickly walked to my side and grabbed me roughly by the upper arm and pulled me along with him.
As we passed the Frenchman, Carlisle growled at him, "Si vous regardez ce que ma femme encore une fois, je vous briserai dans la moitié." (If you so much as look at my wife again, I will break you in half.)
I continued eating my ice cream provocatively and making yummy noises. Carlisle quickly took my ice cream away from me and threw it in the nearest trash bin.
"I think that we've had just about enough of this, Isabella." He growled at me as I struggled to keep up as he dragged me toward the exit. "You're very lucky I didn't put you over my knee in front of everyone."
I felt a rush of feminine wetness dribble down my leg at the thought of getting a spanking from Carlisle, even though he had threatened to do it in public.
I suppressed a smile and allowed him to drag me to the nearest hotel. He had cracked. I was so happy.
I didn't listen as he paid for the room. He had to take his arm from around me while he paid. I not so discretely reached down to my exposed leg and caught a bit of juices that were still dribbling down into my shoe. This time, he knew exactly what I was doing. He caught my hand before it reached his lips and pushed it away from him. On a whim, I just put my finger in my own mouth instead and licked it clean.
Carlisle's eyes were solid black as he snapped his face toward mine. He turned me to the side and gave me three sharp smacks to the bottom.
The clerk at the desk looked positively shocked that he would do such a thing until I smiled and wagged my eyebrows, and Carlisle threw a couple extra hundred Euros on the desk.
Carlisle guided me to the elevator which was already crowded by the time we stepped on. He groaned when he saw that he had no choice but to put me right in front of him. Once the doors closed, I wiggled my bottom over his straining erection.
"Isabella." He chided me sternly but softly.
I ignored him and kept swaying my hips until he put his hands on either side and stilled my movements.
After we reached our floor, Carlisle hauled me out of the elevator and unceremoniously hoisted me over his shoulder and carried me. Once the doors to the elevator shut, he smacked my bottom again.
"You do remember that my panties are in your pocket, and anyone in this hall can see right up my dress?" I asked him, but he didn't put me down. He simply walked faster, giving me swats all along the way.
When we finally reached our room, he gave me a slightly harder smack before he bent me over the bed. I giggled internally that he was doing exactly what I had told him a few nights ago.
"You've been a very naughty girl, Isabella." He scolded me as he flipped up my dress. "Very naughty."
I wondered if he was going to spank me in earnest this time before he… well… fucked me, but he didn't. I heard his pants hit the floor only seconds before he pushed into me from behind. The force of him almost drove me head first into the bed.
"Yes!" I screamed the same time he grunted.
I wasn't quite tall enough to maintain this position. I was straining on my toes to keep my sex high enough for him. Thankfully, his gentlemanly side was not completely gone. He lifted me slightly so that I was on my hands and knees on top of the bed.
"Mine!" He growled as he pounded into me.
He thrust repeatedly with much more force than ever before, and after only a few pushes, I felt the walls inside me contracting. He was hitting a magical spot inside me that he had never hit before, and I was in heaven.
"Oh, Carlisle!" I yelled as I fell hard and fast into oblivion.
I felt his cool release inside me quickly after. I went to climb up in the bed, but he stopped me.
"Do you think that I'm going to let you get away with that stunt you pulled at the museum?" He scolded me, pulling me by the arm over to a chair and bending me over his lap.
"You are a very wicked girl, Isabella." He scolded me as he landed a spank on my bottom.
I moaned in pleasure as he continued to rain down swats on my upturned backside. I lost count after about ten, and it wasn't from pain, it was from sheer pleasure. I arched into his spanks, and he took it as permission to increase the intensity. My bottom was very warm, and I was quickly ready for round two.
"Have you learned your lesson, you evil little minx?" He ended with a slightly harder swat.
"Yes!" I yelled and twisted myself out of spanking position to where I was straddling his legs.
He removed our remaining clothing so quickly that I was surprised that he didn't rip anything. I kissed my beloved husband on the lips and impaled myself on his rather large erection. This time wasn't as fast and furious as the first, but it wasn't exactly slow either. We both had two more orgasms before we ever disconnected. He could tell that I was spent. I collapsed into him and was nearly asleep before he carried me to the bed and allowed me to sleep.
I woke up the next morning to an overly cautious Carlisle.
"Are you alright?" He asked me.
"Perfect." I kissed his lips. "And you?"
"Worried." He answered honestly.
"You're not angry with me?" I wondered biting my lower lip.
"For what you pulled at the museum?" He laughed. "No. It was fun to see my sexy temptress come out to play, and to be fair, you did warn me."
"Then why are you worried?" I was genuinely confused.
"That maybe I pushed it too far giving you a spanking, or maybe because I went all caveman possessive on you and was anything but tender." He confessed.
"Did you not hear what I said the other day? I took all of that as a compliment." I told him, giggling. "I have never felt as sexy as I did yesterday, causing my husband's perfect control to snap."
"Well, you definitely did that." He laughed with me. "But part of me still worries when I treat you less than gentlemanly, though the larger part of me relishes being playful with you."
"I'm glad that you have let loose a little bit. You have no idea what it did to me when you told me that I was lucky that you didn't spank me right there." I relished the memory.
"I think I may have some idea." He smirked. "If I hadn't smelled the sudden rush of arousal when I said it, I probably wouldn't have had the courage to go through with the rest of what I did to you."
"I loved seeing you like that." I kissed him again to assure him that I was happy. "You are very sexy when you're jealous."
"But physically, are you alright?" He worried again.
I stretched my body to check it out. There were definite tender spots on my pelvis, probably where he grabbed me when he bent me over the bed. I smiled knowing that I could tell him about this, and he wouldn't freak out.
"I think you may have bruised my pelvis." I pulled back the covers to allow him to check me out.
"I definitely see finger marks." He ghosted over them with his hands, causing me to shiver. "Did it hurt when we were…?"
"Not that I remember." I shook my head at him. "I'd like to think that I would have told you to stop if…."
"I know that, my darling. I just worry about you." He kissed me passionately.
"I'm blissfully happy, husband." I returned the kiss.
"Internally, how do you feel?" He apparently was not done worrying.
"A little sore, but not nearly as much as after our first time." I tried to be as honest as I could as I assured him. "I could definitely go again… if you want to."
"I most assuredly want to, but you haven't eaten since lunch yesterday." He reminded me. "Let's get you some breakfast before we put any more strain on your body."
"I guess." I grumbled playfully as I skulked off to the bathroom. Carlisle swatted me lightly and chuckled at me before he grabbed the phone to order room service.
I took a shower while he ordered breakfast. I heard a knocking on the door as I stepped into my bathrobe. Room service was just bringing the cart in the room when I emerged from the bathroom.
Much to my surprise, the room service guy was the flirty Frenchman from the museum. I snickered to myself that he probably never mentioned his profession to most of the women he attempted to seduce. He most likely relied on his accent to woo unsuspecting American women into bed with him.
I immediately made my way to Carlisle's side, and he wrapped his arms around my waist. I wanted to let French Edward know in no uncertain terms that he never had a chance with me, and he never will.
"Good morning, belle dame." He smiled at me and reached out to touch my arm. I couldn't believe that he actually had the audacity to flirt with me again. I leaned into Carlisle away from him before he continued. "Have you decided to give up your fumbling American husband for a skilled French lover?"
"It is a good morning, isn't it? Last night, on the other hand, was a fabulous night." I smirked as I turned to face Carlisle and kissed him passionately on the lips. "Trust me when I say there was no fumbling last night." As I said this I ran my hand seductively over his perfect ass. "My British husband could teach you Frenchmen a thing or two about how to treat a lady."
"British, belle dame?" He laughed haughtily. "That's even worse. No romance. No girth."
"Trust me when I say that my husband has plenty of girth, and more than enough length." Instead of giving a rough estimate to our server, I instead stroked him through his pants, causing an instant erection.
"Naughty." Carlisle playfully scolded me as he swatted me lightly on my bottom as he half-growled, half-whispered in my ear, "mine."
"Caveman." I retorted, pulling him closer by the belt loops.
Carlisle reached into his back pocket for his wallet and pulled out fifty Euros while his other arm was still around me. He kissed me deeply as he reached around me to hand the man his tip. The second I heard the door shut, Carlisle ripped the robe off my body, and ravished me. It was a very good thing the meal was served in a container that retained its warmth because it would be awhile before I got to it.