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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Squeeze My Lemon~~~~~~~~~ 01.19.11~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Disclaimer: Twilight and its characters are property of Stephenie Meyer. This story is in no way an attempt at copyright infringement. This story and all plot lines therein are the property of Luvrofink and Chartwilightmom.
This story contains graphic sexual situations, which are not suitable for readers under the age of eighteen.
Beta'd by the sexy 'I want one of those' MarchHare5
Delicate Thin Lace
RPOV
A waft of lilies and vanilla attacked my senses as the bell chimed over my head. I had to stop by Mary Alice Boutique on the way home to pick up my dress that I'd had altered. The store was full of elegant handmade masterpieces. Alice, the owner, was at the front desk with her back towards the door as I perused through the racks of clothes. I could hear her dainty little voice as I checked out a red dress that hung on the rack titled New Items.
"I mean, she actually had drool coming out of her mouth! It was so cute! I know I've got great boobs, but that was a real ego booster!" she giggled at one of her employees.
"That's so funny," the other girl laughed.
"I know. I just wish she'd ask me out or do something. I mean, I know she's with someone, but I'm not looking for anything more than casual right now," Alice sighed as I took a peek over at them.
"Bella is a pretty great girl. I would think that she'd be the relationship type. Even if she does have a problem not looking at your cleavage," her employee snickered.
She said Bella. My Bella. My boob loving Bella. My in-deep-shit submissive Bella.
I took a few deep, calming breaths as I made my way to the counter. As soon as the little blonde saw me she gave Alice that "oh, here's the bitch now" look they often wore when I came in. Bitches were just jealous. Suddenly, Alice turned around, an all-knowing smirk on her little pixie face.
"Hey, Rosalie. Are you here for a pickup?" she asked, knowing full well I was.
"Yes, and if you don't mind, I'm in a hurry. Bella's taking me out tonight," I said with a smirk of my own.
"I'll get it!" the little blonde birdie chirped before fluttering back behind the curtain.
I turned around and surveyed the store, not wanting to give the little dark-haired pixie bitch any more of my time. I also didn't want to accidentally get an eyeful of her supposedly amazing boobs. I felt my phone vibrate in my purse and I quickly dug it out to see I had a text from Bella.
Looking forward to tonight - B
I growled lowly as I looked at the message. She sure as shit wouldn't be looking forward to the spanking her fine ass was getting when I got home. I was brought out of my angry mental tirade by Alice's voice.
"Here you go. We had to take in the top a little, you know, to give you a bit of push-up," she said as her eyes dipped down to my chest.
That little bitch was pushing me and I knew that if I didn't get out of there I was going to pound her face in. I glared at her and grabbed the plastic wrapped dress and turned to leave. I let the angry scowl on my face run full-blown now that she couldn't see me before I pushed open the shop door and back into the chilly afternoon air.
I got back into my car and hauled ass home, eager to come face to face with my Bella. A half hour later I pulled into the driveway of the home I shared with my love. Her car was parked in the garage, the little Mini Cooper all shiny and detailed. She loved that little car and babied it as much as she did her little pet Edward. I grabbed the dress from the backseat and hurried inside. Bella was in her bedroom getting ready. We shared the same bed, but with two high maintenance women in the house we each needed our own space to get glamorous.
I opted for a quick shower, foregoing the shampoo and conditioner so that my hair would be easier to style. When I came out of the bedroom I slipped on my dress before I heard the door open behind me. Bella came in wearing only a pair of black lace cheekies that covered her perfectly shaped ass. Her breasts were free, the dress she had out clearly not made for a bra. My mouth watered at the sight of her delectable breasts and I was suddenly thrust back to the conversation Alice was having with her co-worker.
"Bella, did you have a good day today?" I asked coyly.
She turned to face me, startled that I was standing in the doorway of the closet and out of her line of sight.
"Yes, ma'am," she said softly as her eyes raked over my dress.
Alice did have a point, the little push-up action worked to my advantage.
"I'm sure you did. I stopped by Mary Alice today. It seems you had a little run-in with Alice," I said as I stalked closer to my lover.
Her doe-like eyes went wide, the deep chocolate stirring with nervousness and arousal. She knew she was caught.
"I…I saw her, Mistress," she squeaked out while she stepped back, her body almost coming into contact with the high mattress of our king-sized bed.
"Mmm, and was there anything in particular that you saw?" I asked.
Bella's face furrowed in confusion and so I lifted my hands to my chest, squeezing my breasts to jog her memory a bit. Her eyes widened once more in realization and then her plump lower lip was pulled between her teeth: a nervous tell of hers.
"I…I…looked at Alice's cleavage," Bella whispered as she hung her head shamefully.
"That's right, you did. And you know what else? She was bragging about it to her co-workers. I could hear her talk about you, how much she wanted you and how much you obviously wanted her fucking tits in your mouth," I growled lowly.
"N…no, no, that's not it," Bella argued.
"Well, no matter. You admitted that you were acting like a little horny slut today, so I guess you should get punished like one. I want you bent over our bed with those panties tucked under your ass. Frame that beautiful behind with that sexy lace, baby," I chuckled darkly as I turned to leave.
I was angry at her and hurt. I would not be able to be the one to administer her punishment. It wouldn't be fair to her. I went downstairs to find Emmett. He would have to do as my replacement.
Emmett was my first slave. I got him a few months after Bella moved in with me. I was surprised to see that a successful architect at the age of thirty-two would be willing to give up his entire life and career to embrace becoming a twenty-four seven slave in my home. Emmett took much training, much to Bella's delight, and turned out to be one of the most well disciplined slaves I'd ever seen.
I found him downstairs polishing the silver. He'd been reprimanded for teasing Edward the night before and was given the punishment of cleaning each serving piece and flatware in the house. Bella had a lot from her grandmother who had passed away, so Emmett had his work cut out for him.
"Emmett, wash your hands. I need you upstairs," I barked before turning to go back upstairs.
Emmett was right behind me, obediently quiet as we entered the bedroom. There, on her stomach with her knees digging into the side of the mattress, toes grazing the floor, was Bella. Her panties were pulled down and tucked under the bottom curve of her backside, framing her cheeks in delicate thin lace.
"Bella was disobedient today, Emmett. She was staring at another woman's breasts. She gets twenty spanks with your hand. I want you to count them out for her before she thanks me for every one," I told him.
I could see the twitch his well hung cock gave at my words. Emmett was huge and beautiful. His cock was so thick and long and it always left me feeling a pleasurable ache every time I had it inside of me.
He got into position to the side and behind my angel where he pulled his hand back and borought it forward, letting the flat of his palm hit Bella's left ass cheek.
"One," he grunted.
"Thank you, Mistress!" Bella shouted through the stinging pain.
As the spanks went on I could see Bella's face flush with her arousal and pain. She was always such a little slut when it came to getting her ass spanked. Not only was she aroused, but Emmett was clearly aching as well. The head of his cock was leaking steadily, small droplets falling from the slit.
"You like spanking my slut's ass, slave?" I asked in an aroused growl.
"Yes, Mistress," Emmett moaned as his hand connected with my lover's perfectly pink ass.
"I can tell. That pathetic little cock of yours is drooling like a rabid dog!" I chuckled.
Of course, verbal degradation only seemed to fuel Emmett's arousal. I could see his other hand itching to touch his dick. His fingers would curl in, nails to palm, as he fought his instinct to rub some of the ache away.
I looked back and settled into the chair in the corner before pulling my dress up to my hips, exposing my bare pussy. Bella's eyes flashed with hunger as her gaze slipped down to settle between my legs.
"Look at my cunt, all wet and dripping for you, baby. I love watching Emmett punish that sweet ass," I purred as my fingers lazily stroked through my wetness.
Bella deserved her spanking and a little torture from me before I gave her any kind of release. She mewled as I slipped one finger into my opening. My walls were hot and tight against my finger and I wished it was Bella's instead of my own.
"Fuck!" Emmett cursed before counting the twentieth spank. Bella wailed out her thank you as Emmett stepped back.
I got up from my chair and walked over to where Bella lay. Her forehead was slightly sweaty and I knew that she was close to her breaking point. She needed me, just as I needed her. I slid down to my knees, between her spread legs. With my head against her warm ass I slipped a hand underneath her and began to stroke her needy little clit. Bella's hips lifted off the bed, her ass grinding against me until I shifted and gave her right cheek a harsh bite, "Stop squirming, slut!"
Bella whimpered pathetically before I slipped two of my fingers inside her dripping pussy. She was so hot, liquid seeping from her heat as I played her slowly. I looked over at Emmett and he was slowly stroking his cock, forgetting his place as he watched his Mistress work.
"You'd better be glad you made my slut so needy for me, or I'd have you in the basement chained to the wall while I flogged your little needle dick," I snapped at him.
Emmett's eyes flew to mine and he let go of his cock, his face a sheepish grin.
I turned my attention back to the woman underneath me. Slowly I ran my left hand down her inner thigh before pulling her leg up so that she'd put her knee on the bed, opening her up for me. I wanted to be able to get my mouth on her. Once she was steady I dipped my head and began to attack her pussy with my mouth. I pushed up on her legs, scooting her up on the bed a bit more as I licked, bit, and sucked at her sopping slit. I pressed my palms against the bottom of her ass cheeks, spreading them to give me better access and continued to assault her pussy with fervor.
"Oh, oh, yes!" Bella cried wantonly.
My face was wet with her arousal and I could smell her everywhere. I knew I needed to get her to come for me. I moved away from her pussy and looked over at Emmett before directing him to the chair I had vacated before calling out for Edward.
Edward was our other live-in slave. I had given him to Bella for our three-year anniversary. He was twenty-two, handsome, and well trained. With his lithe form, he was much the opposite of Emmett, more graceful and almost soft. He was always to be within earshot of Bella, ready to be at her beck and call at a moment's notice. I heard the door open behind us before he finally spoke, "Your slave is here to serve you, Mistress."
I turned to see him and Bella groaned as my hands slipped from her body. When I faced him, Edward lowered his eyes to the floor, his cock already stiffening at the view he was greeted with.
"Emmett did such a good job spanking my slut's ass that he deserves a treat. I want you to suck his filthy little cock until he comes down your throat. You'd better make him come before Bella does or you'll be sleeping in the cage tonight," I warned him.
Edward nodded stiffly with a "Yes, Mistress," before walking over to where Emmett sat. I moved to see him, his tight little bottom swaying as he walked. His muscles rippled sexily and I knew that it was doing wonders for Bella's arousal. I knew she loved me and the things I did to her body, but she definitely had a soft…wet spot for Edward.
BPOV
I'm a horny slut. I'll admit to that. Hence the reason I'm face down on a bed, my pussy dripping with desire.
For some reason, I've been blessed with an ongoing libido of a twelve-year-old boy.
I started having sex at the tender age of fifteen and haven't stopped. Girls, boys, girls and boys together, it didn't matter, as long as it was sex.
Shortly after finishing culinary school, I started working as a private chef for a celebrity couple and living in Seattle.
I had done the club scene and this was when I became bored with my sex life, not really caring for one-night stands anymore. I ached for something more. I realized that I needed more.
And with that revelation, that's when my sex life changed forever.
I was home visiting my dad Charlie, who by his own choice ignored what I did in my personal life. He had seen me parade boys and girls in front of him, and without my mom around to guide him, he let me have free will on my life, keeping his opinions to himself.
I was in a coffee shop when I ran into an old friend from high school, Angela. We sat and talked, slipping into the same easy comfort of our friendship that we had back in high school. Angela knew of my colorful sexual past, having caught her cousin, Lauren, going down on me at a party. I never saw the need to hide my sexuality, and Angela never questioned or berated me.
I found out that she was living in Seattle like myself and we were quick to reconnect and make plans to get together when we both got back.
Two weeks later, Angela picked me up from my apartment and took me to a large house outside of town. On the drive there, she disclosed to me that she had been learning to become a submissive, and thought I might enjoy learning more about the world of D/s.
She was on target with her suggestion.
Two years later, I had worked with several Doms and only one Domme in my education on being a submissive.
I was at another mingling party, and the Domme that I was working with, Heidi, requested that she perform a rope demonstration with me at the party.
Front row, of course, was Rose.
I remember staring at her as Heidi skillfully tied my naked body.
Her creamy skin, tinted pink with blush and heat; her full lips wet from her tongue darting out to taste them; her long platinum blonde hair, soft waves of golden sunshine caressing her face. But the best part of Rose was the confident position of her body, firm position in the chair, chin up, and the red corset that hugged her body, pushing up her mounds that just begged for my mouth. Everything about her screamed power, sex and domination.
After the demonstration, I was showering in one of the private bathrooms when the door opened and shut. I assumed it was Heidi coming to check on me.
When I turned the shower off and opened the door, the steam in the room couldn't prevent my eyes from snapping to the bright red of Rose's corset.
Quiet, but with a smirk on her face, she approached me. I immediately took my submissive stance: silent, still, head down.
Next thing I knew, her finger was under my chin and I was staring into her ice blue eyes, wondering if the waters of the Antarctic Ocean knew of such a color.
"Isabella," she whispered. "Would you have dinner with me next week?"
As I blushed, I nodded, knowing at that moment I was definitely falling in love with the luminous creature before me.
Rose became my lover, my mistress, and has shown me more pleasure and love than any one being has ever done.
Which led me to the position that I was currently in: face down on our bed, red and heated ass in the air with Rose's fuckhot talented mouth sucking, licking and teasing my needy pussy.
I deserved this spanking. I had a thing for boobs, and Rose knew this. And Alice was such a flirt and a tease, always pushing her beautiful mounds up and in my face anytime I came into the store.
I was a good submissive; I minded, listened and knew when to keep my mouth shut. But there were times that I just wanted to…misbehave.
I knew that Rose would be in the shop later to pick up her dress. And I knew that Alice wouldn't be able to keep her mouth shut.
I wanted to be spanked.
My face was turned, facing our slaves. I watched as Edward approached Emmett, kneeled down and took his hard cock in his mouth.
I groaned.
"Do you like that, my slut? Do you like to see Edward sucking Emmett's filthy cock?" Rose purred before giving my ass another smack.
"Yes, Mistress," I grunted. Rose thrust her fingers back inside my core, pumping feverishly, curving her fingers, a race to make me cum.
But as Rose worked my body, playing it as only she could, I watched Edward, feverishly bobbing his head up and down on Emmett's dick, his lips sucking tightly, his cheeks hollowed out.
Emmett's hands moved to Edward's hair, that same hair that I knew was a soft as feathers, my fingers having spent too much time tangled in the luscious locks.
I controlled my orgasm, which was deliciously building, as I watched the beautiful sight of Edward sucking Emmett off. One of Edward's hands moved to Emmett's leg, massaging and kneading the tense muscles. The other grabbed his balls, pulling and tugging before I saw a finger slip back, giving his perineum some pressure.
The pressure was all that was needed to push Emmett over the edge. I moaned as I watched his orgasm taking over his body, tremors rippling through him, as Edward greedily drank.
The sight was enough for me, and I began to beg my Mmistress for release.
"May I please come, Mistress," I huskily asked.
Rose moaned, a sign that her control of me was waning, her own desire to see my orgasm dominating her.
"Yes, slut," she breathed. "Now!"
My orgasm that had been holding released, flowing and taking over my body. Rose had one hand on my ass, holding me as she leaned in and sucked my juices.
My eyes closed, relief flooding my body, as I took deep breaths, enjoying the euphoria.
"Hmm, what a good slut. Such a beautiful sight to see you come."
Rose turned me over and helped me sit up, then pulled me to stand before her.
Her face was flushed as she smiled at me. I couldn't help myself, but lean in and kiss her. Her lips were soft, and the taste of my release enticed me to pleasure my Mistress. As my hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer, she placed her hands on my chest, pushing back.
My face scrunched in confusion.
"No, love. We can take care of my needs later," Rose explained. "We have reservations to get to, correct?"
Then I remembered what I was doing before being delightfully punished for my foolish behavior: getting ready for dinner.
"Yes," I whispered.
"Edward, make sure to clean her up," Rose directed as she gazed at me.
We kissed chastely once more before I retreated to my bedroom to clean up a bit. The soft footsteps of Edward were quickly behind me.
Entering my room, I moved directly to the bathroom. Edward came in behind me, grabbing and wetting a washcloth and kneeling down to clean me up.
"You were beautiful sucking his cock, Edward," I mumbled. It was an incredible sight watching the two of them. It wasn't the first time, but I was usually in a position that didn't allow me to watch.
My fingers moved to his hair, running through the same tracks that Emmett's large fingers made.
He remained silent, a blush covering his naked body. I noticed that he was still hard, pre-cum dripping.
"Are you going to take care of that, slave?" I sweetly asked. Even though Edward was my slave, I still had a hard time speaking firmly with him. If anything I started talking like a teenage girl, high-pitched and squealing.
He finished cleaning me, still silent and now still.
I raised his face with my finger to look at him. "Edward?"
Edward had been reserved lately over the past month. He normally grunted and groaned during sessions and hummed when he was attending to me. I'd always found myself very relaxed around him. But recently, he seemed distant, almost lost in thought.
"May I speak freely?" he asked.
Never in all the two years that Edward had been my slave had he ever made such a request.
Did he no longer want to be my slave? Had he moved past the point of wanting to serve me?
Wanting to know the answer, I nodded.
"Don't do this," he started. "I know what you are planning to do tonight. I saw the ring."
I gasped.
"I love Rose, Edward."
"But I love you more, Bella," Edward barely said above a whisper.
I shook my head. We'd had this conversation before. So I remained silent, turned to the mirror, fixed my hair and touched up my makeup.
Heading to the bed where my clothes were laid out, I pulled on my royal blue dress, and slipped on my heels before popping the black velvet box into my clutch. As I headed to the door, I turned back to the room, Edward was standing there, looking at me with a tear coming down his cheek.
I cared for Edward; ever since Rose presented him to me two years ago, I've known that my affection from him was more than just physical. But I loved Rose, and nothing Edward could say or do would change that.
I slowly walked back over to him, leaned up on the tips of my toes and gave him a quick kiss before turning to finally leave the room.
As I reached the top of the stairs, I took a deep breath, firming myself in my decision.
At the bottom of the stairs, Rose awaited me, her tight red satin dress hugging her body, her curves accentuated.
I kissed her sweetly before taking her hand and leading her out the door to our awaiting town car. We snuggled on the drive to the restaurant, our fingers interlaced with each other's.
Just as dessert was being served, I decided this was the moment. I reached my hand across the table, focusing on Rose before speaking.
"Rose, my love. Will you marry me?"
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