A/N: Hi and welcome back for a little "Kinky" fun. I was overwhelmed by the amount of reviews the outtake got. Thanks to all of you for your support and love for my little story. I'm glad you enjoyed the little male bonding time. You know, reviews motivates me to write more outtakes ;).
So, what's next? Dinner, dessert and burning off some calories. Before I let you have it, I want to remind you that my betas evelyn-shaye and EdwardsMate4ever are the ones who make this story what it is, although I'm sure I ruin part of their work by my last minute tweaking. I also want to send my love to my friend and prereader Vampgirl79 for always having my back. She also created a new banner for this story which I am so very grateful for. You can find it on TWCS, in my FB group, or you can click on the links on my profile.
Now, enjoy the chapter. See you at the bottom.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight but I love it non the less.
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Chapter 20 – Kinky
I opened the door to see Edward standing in the hall, holding a bag filled with four bottles of some liquids. "Oh, you brought quite a few bottles," I stated, shocked by the amount of alcohol.
"I didn't want us to run dry on anything," he answered before he gave me a passionate kiss on the lips.
He took the bag over to the dining table and unpacked two bottles of red wine, a bottle of Marsala, and a bottle of Grappa.
"What have you planned for tonight?" I asked, wide-eyed.
"I just wanted to be prepared for whatever." He turned around to look into the kitchen. "Can I help you with anything?"
"Not really. The lasagna is in the oven, and the garlic bread, too. The only thing that's not ready yet is the salad, but I'm starting on that now. Why don't you get two glasses from over there," I pointed to a cupboard in the living room, "and pour us some wine."
While I sliced the tomatoes, he opened one bottle of wine and came over, setting a glass with a beautiful dark-red wine next to me on the kitchen counter.
After washing the lettuce, I peeled an onion and started to slice it. As usual, my eyes filled with tears at the biting scent.
"Shit. I hate cutting onions. It always makes me cry," I complained as I tried to wipe away the tears that started to roll down my face. "And, like Scarlett O'Hara, I never have a tissue when I need one."
Edward chuckled. "Do you have some anywhere here?"
"Yes, in the nightstand, bottom drawer."
While Edward went to get some Kleenex, I mixed oil and vinegar with dried herbs and spices and poured it over the other salad ingredients that were already waiting in the glass bowl.
"Here you are," he said, handing me two paper tissues.
After blowing my nose and wiping my eyes, I looked up at him to find him sporting an amused lopsided grin.
"You have some interesting things in your nightstand." His voice sounded dark and sexy.
My thoughts began to race, trying to remember what might be there that could amuse and arouse him like that — certainly not the condoms. Of course, I owned the inevitable vibrator, but that had been relocated to the dresser when I started to bring Edward over here.
Noticing my confusion, he slowly pulled a pair of fur-covered handcuffs out of the back pocket of his jeans.
"I didn't know you were into that kind of stuff. Kinky," Edward purred as my eyes went wide.
Embarrassed, I covered my eyes with my hands. "Oh my God. I had completely forgotten I had those. They were a present from Alice a few years ago. She thought it would be funny. I packed them away immediately and never thought about them again." Of course I had wondered what it might be like to be at a man's mercy, but I'd never met someone I trusted enough to play such games with.
"So, you're saying you never tried them out? I think we should fix that." He pulled me close, holding my hands behind my back as his lips moved over the sensitive skin of my neck. Shivers of arousal ran up and down my spine, and my center started to leak at the mere thought of Edward cuffing me to the bed.
Suddenly the timer on the oven went off, and he released me reluctantly.
"I think we should hold that thought." He touched his lips to mine innocently, this time, before he stepped back to let me do my work.
I felt a pang of disappointment as Edward pulled away. It took me a moment to shake off the images his words and actions had conjured up. I literally shook my head to get out of the lust-induced haze and get dinner ready.
A few minutes later, we were sitting at the table, eating.
"Hmmm, this is really good," he complimented me with his mouth full of lasagna. "Just what I was missing last night."
I had to admit to myself that it had turned out exceptionally good tonight. "Thanks. It's my favorite. But I haven't made it in a while. I usually don't cook for myself, and you know I don't have guests over a lot. I always liked to cook."
"You can always cook for me if you like," he said, flashing me a brilliant smile.
In my mind, I suddenly pictured myself in a nice big kitchen, putting the final touches on dinner as Edward comes into the room. He takes me in his arm, saying, "Hi, baby, I'm home," before he kisses me soundly. Again, I had to shake my head to get rid of the fantasy that, surprisingly, made me smile rather than feel scared.
Edward ate three helpings of lasagna and we were halfway through the second bottle of wine before I brought over the tiramisu from the fridge.
"Wow, if I had known you had prepared dessert too, I would have stopped after two pieces. With your cooking, I'll have to find a gym soon." He laughed softly while he stroked his flat, toned stomach.
He went to get two new glasses from my cabinet and poured us some Marsala.
"I'm sure the tiramisu is not as good as the one from La Taverna Veccia, but I thought I'd make it anyway. And I promise I'll give you a chance to work off some of the calories later," I offered, wiggling my brows suggestively.
He liked the dessert just as much as he had liked the lasagna. This time, I took it easy on the Marsala. If Edward had been serious about the handcuffs, I didn't want to be drunk.
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When I had placed the last dried plate back in the cupboard, Edward's arms were suddenly around my waist, pulling my back against his stomach.
"I think we should start the workout now," he whispered huskily against my neck while his hands slowly moved up until they were cupping my breasts. He squeezed them several times until my nipples were showing through my bra and the thin fabric of my tight, purple sweater. His thumbs then started to stroke the erect little peaks, making me exhale audibly.
Satisfied with my reaction, he removed his hands to grab the hem of my sweater and quickly pulled it over my head. I turned around to give him a good look at my new, quite transparent dark-purple bra. He smiled, obviously pleased with the view. "Nice. Too bad that you won't be wearing it much longer."
Edward's lips captured mine in a searing kiss, and his arms wrapped around my waist again as he urged me towards the bedroom. Upon arrival, he backed me further into the room until I felt the bed against the back of my thighs.
"Get on the bed," he instructed me a little breathlessly.
I obeyed at once. I sat down and scooted back to the center of the bed. He climbed onto the mattress with me, his lips on mine all the time. When I had reached the middle, I halted, and Edward's experienced hands unhooked my bra. He pulled it down my arms to throw it to the side.
"Lie down." was his next instruction, and again, I did as I was told.
Edward was kneeling beside me when he took both my hands and brought them up above my head. Then he took both in one of his while the other one went to his back pocket, only to come back with the handcuffs a moment later. I hadn't even noticed that he'd taken them with him when we left the kitchen.
"Now, you'll be a good girl and stay very still while I chain you to the bed," he purred as he fastened one of the cuffs around my left wrist, then wove it around one of the bars of the headboard before he cuffed my right wrist.
"So, baby, now you're at my mercy. And I have a lot of ideas what I could do with you." Pleased with himself, he glared down at me, trying to force a menacing grin on his face. Although he worked hard to keep a strict front, not ruining the role play he had in mind, his eyes assured me that he wouldn't hurt me.
"Well, let's see what's under there." Determinedly he unbuckled my belt, opened my jeans and pulled them down my legs, at the same time removing my socks.
"These have to go, too." His fingertips slowly pulled down my panties, and he left me naked and exposed. Wetness started to pool between my thighs.
"I'll leave you for a few minutes. Just stay put. I'll be back." He kissed my bellybutton before he turned around and left the room.
Unfortunately, I couldn't see where he was going. When I didn't hear his steps anymore, I heard noises from the kitchen. Edward seemed to be rummaging through my fridge for a while before he walked again.
When he came back into the bedroom, he was carrying the bag that had been holding the bottles before and put it down next to the bed. He had placed it far enough away so that I could not see what was inside.
Very slowly, always keeping eye-contact with me, he first removed his shirt and then his jeans with shoes and socks. But he kept his black boxer briefs on for now.
"Now you'll close your eyes, Bella. And no blinking. If you peek, I promise that you'll regret it." Again, he had the menacing grin on his lips. When I didn't comply at once, he raised one brow to look more somber.
After waiting a little while longer, I finally shut my eyes. Compared to being blindfolded, it was much harder to keep my eyes closed at will.
"That's a good girl," his husky voice whispered way closer to my ear than I had expected. "I promise you won't regret it as long as your eyes stay closed." His nose ran up and down my neck before he planted one longer kiss on my collarbone and then pulled away completely.
My remaining senses were on high alert. But it was a hard fight to keep my eyes shut when I heard Edward taking something out of the bag.
"This might be a little cold," he warned before I felt something chilly being sprayed on my right nipple. I flinched as the cold substance hit my skin and shivers ran down my spine that were caused as much by the cold as by excitement. It took everything in me not to open my eyes and look at what Edward was doing. After a quiet moment, something warm — his tongue — licked the cold stuff off of me. When he had eaten away whatever it was he had applied before, he went on circling my nipple, then biting playfully. In a long moan, I let out the breath I had been holding.
"You like that, huh? I can tell you that you taste really good." His warm breath against my skin let another moan escape my mouth.
I winced slightly when the cold hit my other nipple. Just like the last time, he licked it off before pleasuring my peak with his mouth.
I felt the strong urge to run my hands through his hair, but the cuffs held me back. Knowing that I would not be able to stop him if he decided to do anything I didn't want, made me nervous, but it turned me on as well. I was quite sure he wouldn't hurt me, and there wasn't much else I could imagine to be opposed to.
When he had thoroughly sucked up whatever he had sprayed on me, his tongue drew a line from the middle of my chest, then down to my bellybutton. His hands wandered to my knees before he pushed them apart. I shuddered at the thought of being exposed like that while my hands were bound over my head.
Seconds later, I felt the same cold stuff he had put on my breasts being sprayed over my folds. I gasped in surprise when my bundle of nerves was covered by a layer of the cold substance. Edward chuckled quietly before he went to work, sweeping his tongue between my legs, eating up the chilly stuff. He was lapping up and down, his thumbs spreading my lower lips widely to grant his mouth easier access to my hidden bud. His mouth was still a little colder than normal, which made for a whole new sensation.
"Hmmm, baby, you're so delicious," he said after sucking up the wetness that had started to flow down my thighs. "Fuck, I love how wet you are." He slid his tongue as deep as possible into my center, circling it around my walls while one of his thumbs started rubbing my nub. My head began to spin.
I moaned, shamelessly trying to inch my hips closer to his face. "Oh, oh yes."
Without moving his hands away, his forearms pressed my thighs down on the mattress, showing me who was in charge.
"Uh, uh, uh, uh," he groaned while shaking his head slightly. "You stay still." Then he concentrated on the task at hand again. Unable to grab anything to direct my tension at, the muscles in my arms contracted as Edward relentlessly continued to suck and rub me senseless.
I felt him pushing me closer to the edge by the second. My breath turned ragged, and my eyes rolled back into my head behind my closed lids.
"Oh, fuck, Edward, yes." I screamed when all my muscles tensed, and all of a sudden I felt like I was floating weightlessly through the air, with sparks all around me.
He continued caressing me with his tongue, while I rode my high for a little while longer. His movements slowly died down as my frantic panting turned more regular again.
Edward climbed off the bed, and I heard him remove his briefs.
"Now, I bet you're dying to know what it was that I sucked off of you, huh?" He sounded amused and playful.
"Yes," I whispered, nodding my head.
His reply was quiet but firm. "Then open your mouth."
I heard him spray again but instead of spraying directly on my tongue, he applied the stuff somewhere else — not on my body.
Then something cold hit my tongue, and I smiled inwardly, recognizing it as whipped cream. When I tried to lick it off, I realized that Edward had sprayed it on his cock as my tongue unexpectedly hit his tip.
"Hmmm!" I moaned excitedly, closing my lips around him and licking in circles. Carefully, he started to thrust into my mouth, aware that I wouldn't be able to save myself from gagging if he went in too deep.
He groaned as his hands went to the back of my head, gripping my hair. "Oh, yeah, baby. Fuck, that's good."
I stopped circling in favor of just sucking hard, which made him moan even louder. Considering his movements and the noises that escaped his throat, I was quite sure that he was close, when suddenly, he let go of my hair and pulled himself out of my mouth.
My lips were swollen from the friction his dick had caused. I felt Edward climb on the bed again, spreading my legs once more before I heard him open the drawer of the nightstand, probably to retrieve a condom. I listened carefully, but several seconds later, I still hadn't heard him open the wrapper. I was about to open my eyes when he finally began to speak.
"So, you're kind of at my mercy. I'm just thinking, what if I decided to take you raw? It's not as if you are in a position to stop me." His voice was seductive, and I wasn't sure if he was serious or if the question was just part of the game.
My heart started hammering at the mere thought of us being together without a layer of latex separating us. On the other hand, I wasn't sure if we were at that point in our relationship. Admittedly, we were much closer since the night before Thanksgiving, but were we ready for something that we both had stated held a huge significance for us?
"Well, as you said, I'm hardly in a position to stop you. I think I'll have to live with whatever you decide to do. Tonight, you're the one who calls the shots." My voice was hoarse with immense tension, arousal as well as a little bit of fear.
It was quiet for a long moment before Edward ripped the package open.
"Don't think I don't want to, but not like this and not tonight."
There were the quiet noises of a condom being put on. I was as much relieved as I was disappointed. But this whole conversation was forgotten at once when he slowly slid his length inside me.
"Open your eyes," he whispered, his face only inches away from mine.
I did as I was told and found the room to be only dimly lit, which was a good thing because full lighting would have blinded me after keeping my eyes shut for such a long time. My brown eyes immediately locked with his deep emerald orbs that held a depth of emotion that had never been there before — or I just hadn't noticed it.
He slowly and tenderly touched his lips to mine, moving gently against my mouth. It was a relatively chaste kiss that seemed perfect in combination with the feeling of his length filling the emptiness inside me. I opened my mouth when his tongue carefully slid inside to meet mine. As our tongues started to move together, Edward began to slowly rock his hips.
Instead of our usual heated mating, this was much more tender. Somehow, it seemed like he was making love to me now that I was, for once, unable to stop him. And it felt incredibly good. We stayed like that for a few minutes — slow determined thrusts while we were in an extensive lip-lock — until the feral need inside us took over. Our kiss turned wild and passionate as Edward's hips slammed against me with increasing force, each time driving his hardness deeper inside me.
I needed him so very much. With my hands still locked above my head, I had no chance to pull him any closer. Desperate, I bit his lip and wrapped my legs around his hips to lock him to me. He accepted my challenge with equal determination, plunging into me faster and harder as our kiss went frantic. Our teeth collided as both of us tried to get impossibly closer to the other.
I felt my release coming. Edward's cock repeatedly hit that hidden spot, which brought me closer with every thrust, while my panting turned erratic.
"Uhhh, oh, fuuuuck!" My scream was muffled by his mouth on mine when suddenly my surroundings disappeared. My toes curled and fireworks exploded all around me. My walls gripped Edward's cock hard, milking it until, only seconds later, his own climax followed.
"Oh, yeah, baby, uhhh," he panted into my mouth as he started to twitch inside me. The movement of his hips slowed down until he lay still on top of me. Our lips were still locked for several minutes before he eventually pulled away and freed my hands.
Once unlocked, my hands moved down, and without a conscious command, they went to the back of Edward's neck, weaving through his hair and hugging him close to me for a moment.
He chuckled when he carefully rolled off of me. "I liked that. I think I should write Alice a thank-you note." His eyes held a smug gleam.
"Don't you dare!" I said, raising one eyebrow to threaten him. "I would never hear the end of it if she knew we used them. I always refuse to tell her any specifics about what we do. She's way too invested in what's going on between us."
Edward had removed the condom and was now lying flat on his back, his hands behind his head, a pleased grin on his lips. "Whatever you want, baby, is fine with me."
I snuggled up to him, and he wrapped his arms around me. There was no discussion whether he would stay the night or drive home. Of course, he'd had way too much to drink to drive himself. But that was not the point. Right now, it felt like he belonged here, and neither of us wanted to part.
We didn't say another word, and I fell asleep with Edward nuzzling my hair.
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We spent most of Sunday between the sheets. After starting the day, first making out then having wild sex again, I finally got up to make breakfast, which we, of course, ate in bed.
When I returned to the bedroom, carrying a tray full of eggs, bacon, and toast, I noticed that Edward had switched on the TV and was hopping through channels. When he reached one showing a rerun of one of my favorite Friends episodes, we left that on, realizing that we both loved the show.
It turned out that the channel was running a Friends marathon that day, and we spent hours watching episode after episode.
In the late afternoon, we ordered Chinese take-out and ate that in bed, too. Unfortunately, after dinner our little bubble had to burst because Edward had to go home. We decided to take a shower together, washing each other, kissing and touching a lot.
"Thank you for dinner last night and for today. I enjoyed myself very much," Edward said as we were standing at my door, his arms around my waist, my hands at the back of his neck. He seemed reluctant to leave, but there was no way around that.
"You're welcome. In fact, you're very welcome here." I raised on my tiptoes and kissed his lips. His arms around me tightened, and his tongue once again searched for mine. We stayed like that for a few minutes until he pulled away to grant both of us some air.
"Unfortunately, I'll have a lot of work this week because I have to go on a business trip to New Orleans next week." He had told me about his schedule before, and I was not happy about it, but I didn't let him know. "But I'll call you, and I'll see you Friday at the latest."
Then his lips were on mine again, chastely kissing me this time.
"Bye, beautiful," he said in a dreamy voice as he finally broke away and left with a smile on his face.
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A/N: Did you enjoy the little bit of kink? I think everyone should have a little fun like that every once in a while. And what about the way they spent their Sunday? That's just what I loved to do before we had the little ones.
So, next week there will be some "Coming Out". Here's the teaser:
… Alice's eyes popped wide open when she spotted Edward and me walking toward the table, holding hands. …
That's all for now. The next chapter will be up next Tuesday, as usual. In the meantime, I'd be happy to meet you in my Facebook group Payton79's Fanfiction (link is in my profile). See you next week.