AN: HELLO AGAIN! I´VE GOT SOME GOOD NEWS AND SOME BAD NEWS. THE BAD NEWS IS, WITH ALL THE COMMOTION GOING ON OVER HERE I GAVE YOU CHAPTER TWO BEFORE CHAPTER ONE. I WILL HAVE TO BACK TRACK PLEASE FORGIVE ME FOR THE ERROR. NOW FOR THE GOOD STUFF. I WILL BE CONTINUING THE STORY UNTIL SOMEONE IN AUTHORITY TELLS ME OTHERWISE. SO LONG LIVE THE QUEEN! LOL... SO LET´S GO BACK FOR A MINUTE AND CHECK OUT CHAPTER ONE. ONE MORE THING BEFORE I GO, I WANT TO THANK EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU WHO REVIEWED AND LEFT ME KIND AND ENCOURAGING WORDS. CRITISISM DOES NOT BOTHER ME IN ANY WAY, BUT HARRASSMENT AND BULLYING ARE TWO SEPARATE ISSUES. ENOUGH DRAMA!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT, NOR DO I PRACTICE BDSM. YOU´VE BEEN WARNED!
SEE YOU AT THE END!
KRAZI
XOXO
Chapter Two
Dreams What Do They Mean?
Fuck! I´m late. I should have called. It´s the second time in a span of two weeks. This time I know he´s going to punish me. Fuck my life. I press the button on the remote attached to my visor. The spot for Master´s Volvo is empty. Hmmm... maybe the gods have given me a reprieve. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth or the ass in my case, I scurry into the house to prepare myself.
I quickly take the stairs two by two, threatening several times to break my neck. Thank God I make it to my room without injury. Today is Wednesday and we´re scheduled to play before having a late dinner. Thursdays are late days for both of us, so we normally able sleep in. This gives us an opportunity for late nights on Wednesdays.
I quickly lever 2000 my girlie bits and head upstairs to the playroom, not even bothering with a robe. I immediately fall to my knees and assume my waiting position. Legs spread, back arched presenting my pussy and breast. My arms are behind my back. Each hand gripping the opposite elbow. It took some time to get accustomed to this position, but now it´s second nature.
My heartbeat is accelerating and my breaths are coming more rapidly. It´s the thrill, the absolute adrenaline rush I get each time I´m granted an audience with my Master. I live to please him. Tonight will be no different.
I wait...
It seems like I´ve been waiting hours, but surely it´s been mere minutes. That´s when I hear it. The sound I´ve been waiting for. The sound of my Master´s arrival.
Somethings wrong.
He hasn´t approached me. He never makes me wait. Especially when it´s been a couple of days since he´s seen me. I´m always rewarded with a light touch, a subtle caress at the least. Master please. I plead internally.
Why isn´t he moving?
Finally he moves, but it´s towards the cabinet. He still has yet to say a word to me. As I hear his movements in the cabinets, reality hits me like a ton of brick.
He knows!
Somehow he knows I was late. He´s going to punish me. This will not end well. At the realization of my error in judgement, the tears began to slowly fall. I should have called or at the least sent a text. My attempt to delude him of the facts, can and will only be interpreted as blatant disrespect.
My tears fall not because of what my ass will now have to endure, but they fall for the look of his disappointment in his eyes that I will have to endure. I hate to see that look in his eyes. Especially when I´m the one who´s put it there.
I can feel him behind me, but he doesn´t touch me. Please Master touch me. I scream in my mind. I need him to touch me. I need his touch to let me know it´s going to be alright.
Still nothing.
Finally, after what can only be determined as forever, he speaks.
¨Isabella, the bench.¨ Those three words speak volumes, there is nothing more to be said. I move to get up and stumble. My equilibrium is off, after being on my knees for so long.
He doesn´t bother to help.
I recover quickly and make my way to the bench.
I´ve really fucked up tonight.
The tears just come faster. I´m no longer attempting to try and keep them at bay.
He tightens the cuffs. First my wrists and them my feet. My ass is the perfect position and I´m completely at his mercy.
¨Isabella. Tell me why you are being punished.¨ He commands. I can feel the disgust in a predicament I caused rolling off him in waves.
I don´t hesitate with my response, knowing that my hesitation will only fuel to infuriate him more.
¨Your girl was late Sir.¨ I´m now a blubbering mess.
¨You´d do well to save the tears Isabella. There not helping your cause. They´re only serving to anger me more.¨ He all but growled. ¨Now I will ask you again. Why the fuck are you being punished?¨ Before I could respond, he spoke again.
¨And before you answer, think carefully, because your response will have a significant bearing on your punishment.¨ He warns.
I suck in a deep breath trying to no avail to gain my composure. ¨Because it is better that your girl confess her misdoings, beforehand. Master does not wish to have to question my faults. Master feels his girl is lying by omission. And Master hates a liar.¨ I speak with confidence even though I know it will do nothing to help my cause.
¨So.. it´s not that my girl does not know. It does however seem my disobedient slut chooses not to do, but I´m here to remind you. And tomorrow when you spend most of the day on your feet... your stinging ass will serve to reiterate that reminder.¨ This will definitely end bad. At least I don´t have to be in court tomorrow. The sound of his voice interrupts my inner turmoil.
¨How late were you Isabella?¨ His voice questions from somewhere behind me.
¨Fifteen minutes Sir,¨ I croak, my voice now raspy from my tears.
¨You will be receiving ten warm-up slaps with my hand and two for each minute you were late with the impact toy of my choice,¨ he warns me, his dom voice deep and unwavering.
Noooo! I screamed in my head. He´s gonna use a cane. I just know it. He always uses the cane when it´s his choice. Fuck my life. My warm-up slaps hurt like hell, but I endure them. Now comes the hard part.
¨You will count and thank me after each one. Am I understood?¨
¨Yes Master¨
Thwack...
¨One! Thank you Master! Fuuuuck!¨ I yell.
New York 2008...
I jolt awake at the sound of my voice. My heart is pounding and the unmistakable ache is throbbing between my legs. Fuck! Another dream. What the fuck do they mean. I throw the covers off in complete frustration. My body is drenched in sweat.
I need a damn shrink...
It was when the dreams continued to haunt me that I decided to explore my more kinky and erotic side. Since I was practically being whipped and fucked to an oblivion nightly in my dreams... I felt obligated to give this a try or at least learn more about it. Let´s face it, I´m getting more sex in my dreams than in real life. Seeing how I´m still a virgin and all.
Yeah, tell me about it. I´ve got one problem to solve after another.
Maybe I can kill two birds with one stone...
Trust me this won´t be an easy feat. Especially since I am an extremely well known and very successful Corporate Attorney.
Sucks to be me....
Huh?
Oh who in the hell am I kidding, people would kill to be me. I´m smart, young and rich.
What´s not to want?
A lot apparently, it´s becoming more and more obvious to me that money can´t buy everything.
Due to my extreme need of the utmost discretion and confidentiality. I´ve decided it would be a good idea to explore the internet and maybe find some reading materials to help boost my knowledge into the lifestyle.
I´m an extremely private and shy person, so I really have no one to talk to about this.
I didn´t think it was possible to feel anymore alone than I already did.
I very seldom go out, opting to spend most of my free time lounging around my condo, working, reading and snuggling up with my baby. My two year old chihuahua: Mojo.
I just love me some Austin Powers.
¨I want my baby back... baby back... baby back... baby back ribs!¨ Big shout out to Fat Bastard.
I also know what your thinking and please don´t go there. Elle does not live here. I have not now... nor have I ever been legally blond.
I´m a brunette... so screw you...
My only and best friend lives in Seattle, Wa. all the way on the other side of the U.S. Thankfully, due to her being a fashion designer, we got to see each other several times a year.
She owns a chain of high end boutiques and specialty lingerie shops, so I´m grateful she has business in New York often. Between my heavy caseload and finishing up my master´s degree I don´t get the chance to fly out and visit her as often as would like to. My dad either, seeing how he´s just a three and half hour drive from Seattle.
I so wanted to talk to Alice about my little problem, but I just felt it wasn´t a conversation to have over the phone.
What the hell was I supposed to say, ¨hey Alice, yeah it´s me Bella, how are you? I was just calling to get your opinion on something. I was wanting to look into finding someone to tie me up, beat my ass, and fuck me until my pussy falls off.¨
Yeah... that is so not happening...
Like I said, not something you wanna talk about over the phone. I´m not sure it´s something I wanna talk about at all. Will she think I´m sick and deranged? I know I think I am.
Really I do, my parents have never so much as laid a hand on me and now I want a complete stranger to do it.
If that isn´t therapy worthy... I have no idea what is...
Maybe it has something to do with the split personality I have.
Don´t get me wrong, I´m not talking Sybil or some bullshit like that. I don´t have a bunch of different personalities running the fuck around in my head.
It´s just I sometimes... I feel like I´m two different people.
Allow me to explain.
You see there´s Isabella- the kick ass corporate attorney that has never lost a case. She has to entertain clients, give press conferences and convince the jury beyond a shadow of a doubt that her clients have been wronged and deserve retribution. It´s my job. They pay me well, so I do it well.
Then of course there´s Bella- an incredibly shy, quiet and extremely introverted young woman. When I´m just Bella I am completely unsure of myself. I speak when spoken to and my interests only lay in being the follower and not the leader. I freely give of myself without a second thought. My submission seems to come naturally.
Sometimes I feel like Mr. fucking Rogers. You remember the perv, who wanted to be his neighbor. He´d come home and change his fucking sneakers and that damn stupid cardigan. Like that was gonna stop the world from thinking he was a child molester.
Hmmm... Know what... Scratch that... Bad analogy...(shivers)...
Hence, my craving and desire to submit. Make no mistake about it, when Isabella is on the scene ; I will have your ass and serve it on a platter. I take no unnecessary bullshit, but I still feel like something is missing. I know that it is possible to explore my submissive side without compromising the stubborn hard ass that´s within me.
I love the feeling I get in the courtroom. The absolute high I get when I cross examine a witness and I know my shit is tight. When I know without a shadow of a doubt that I´ve got the win in the bag. There´s no greater high for me then the thrill of my success. I´m not the type of person who brags and boasts about my accomplishments, but having accomplished so much at such a young age- I am extremely proud of myself.
I´ve questioned myself about this a billion times, because I´ve never been in a sexual relationship, so how can I know if I´m submissive or not. It´s almost like say like saying I´m afraid of bears, but I´ve never seen one. Well just because I´ve never one doesn´t mean I don´t feel fear just thinking about it. It´s just something that I feel. No matter how much I try to put the thoughts out of my mind. I can´t. Now I understand how a person can declare homosexuality at a very young age.
You can´t change how you feel. You can sell yourself short and live a life based on the standards of ¨normal people¨, but in the end all your living is a lie. Who the fuck determines whose normal anyway. Worst case scenario you find yourself living in your own personal hell and three kids later your wife catches you wearing her favorite dress.
Fucked up I know... but that shit happens right...
Don´t misunderstand me, I´ve dated. Granted nothing serious, but I have had a few boyfriends.
It´s just that I have to be extremely careful who I trust, because if not handled the right way, people will take advantage of me and the situation.
I know that all to well from my past failed relationships and my very short lived marriage to Jacob.
Unfortunately, my mother Renee and my step-father Phil thought it would be nice to promise my hand in marriage to the extremely handsome man whore named Jacob Black. I´m sure my parents meant well, and probably just worried that I would never find a man on my own, thus leaving them without grandchildren.
Honestly what fucking year is this people... Who the fuck still does shit like that..
Apparently, Phil and Renee Dwyer. I get that they love me and worry about me spending so much time working, but please just let me live my own fucking life now. I started college when I was fourteen, I think I´ve long since proven my maturity and my ability to make my own decisions. Ya think! I think ours was if not the shortest,one of the most shortest marriages in history.
It seemed that old Jacob had a problem keeping his dick in his pants. Since I was adamant about not putting out until the wedding night. He was constantly tripping and his dick would accidentally fall into various pussies around the surrounding area.
Only I had no clue at the time...
Of course his father knew this, but I guess he thought I was some kinda cure to his son´s fucking wandering dick. Or at least my bank account was.
Little did he fucking know... Ain´t gonna happen...
As if... Get a clue bitches... Helloooo... Not a fucking doormat here...
I´ll later learn that this bullshit of a marriage façade was more of a business arrangement than anything else. One in which Phil and Renee were both mislead, but it was business none the less. Not that my step-father and mother are bad people, but they know nothing about me.
Well about as much as you can learn from a handful of visits throughout college, law school, and dinner twice a month. A dinner in which most times one or both of them cancel. The later being the norm. There the typical New York socialites and I´m so not down with that crowd. Give me a first edition book, some Blue Bell and a chick flick any day, over dinner with a few stuff shirts pissing on their territory screaming- I´m the fucking richest, hear me roar.
Yeah... Sounds like fun right...Not!
Believe me the shit will hit the proverbial fan. Thankfully, it will before I end up loosing my virginity and emotionally scarred. Trust me in the end, I´ll be the only one laughing.
All the way to the bank...
Being that our families were prominent people in the New York society- some a bit more prominent than others- the wedding was anticipated to be the event of the year.
Let´s just say Alice was in hog heaven with all the hats she would get to where for this event- wedding planner, designer of all dresses, and most importantly maid of honor.
Like I said, I didn´t immediately know Jacob was a man whore. He was actually a very handsome and charming young man. That´s kinda what sucked me in, and made me believe that maybe this wasn´t the worse that could happen.
Boy was I wrong...
I enjoyed getting to know him.
I didn´t love Jake... yet. Not like I loved him, but I thought if given time, maybe there was enough room in my heart and I could grow to love Jacob as well.
Although I was not yet a trained submissive. My submissive tendencies came naturally and it was so easy to just be myself and submit to Jacob. I noticed that it began with little things that I was able to give up control over and trust him to keep me safe. I honestly think he enjoyed the control I relinquished to him. Especially since I was know as such a hard ass. Not many people knew the real me. Time had taught me to trust no one. I just didn´t let many people in. Which is why I was shocked me, when I found myself little by little opening up to Jacob.
He was just so easy going. Kinda like sunshine on a cloudy day. Boy does that sound cliché. Yet it was the truth. With his beautiful russet colored skin, fuck hot body, and that damn brilliant smile- he could charm the fucking panties off a python. Yes he was just that good. So logically... I could see why he had women falling all over him. When betrayal is involved, all logic and reason goes out the window.
He cheated... Fuck logic...
There are several ways to bring about submission, without involving of sex. There was never anything more between us than a few heated kisses and bit of groping, but it was easy to just follow his lead. I wasn´t really hung up on the whole losing my virginity on my wedding night. That really didn´t matter to me, but I at least wanted to make sure that I felt something for the person I would give my entire self to. It just wasn´t something I could take back once it was done... so sue me. I was being selective.
Okay... truthfully I wanted to give it to him, but that wasn´t going to happen. It had been years since I´d seen him, and I´m sure he doesn´t remember me. Unfortunately, I do remember him and that fact continues to haunt me everyday of my life. My own personal unattainable dream. Everybody´s got one... right.
I think in some sick and twisted way Jake really did care about me or maybe it was the fact that I had never been with another man. He never pressured me to go any further than I was comfortable with. And for that I was extremely grateful. Later I would understand just how much. That will actually be the one good thing to come out of this whole mess. Okay, the money was also good, but that´s a different story.
I thought he was being a gentleman, but when I talked to Alice about it she didn´t really believe it.
She was always going all over protective Mama Bear on me. I was her little cub and it was her sworn duty to protect me.
Whether I needed her to or not...
Even though she´s three years older than me, Alice is my best friend. The sister I always wished I had. I met her when we moved to Chicago. We were neighbors and attended the same private school. She has two older brothers and two of the best parents in the world. Carlisle and Esme Cullen were two of the nicest people you could ever meet. They welcomed me into their family with open arms. And continue to treat me as one of there own to this day.
Since I was only ten when I started high school, Alice made it her life's mission to protect me. And she´s still hard at work, so naturally everything is still run by her for approval. I was always ahead of my time. My mother call me her old soul and swears I was born thirty years old.
Two Months Before the Wedding...
¨Alice I can´t wait until you meet Jacob, he´s so smart... absolutely gorgeous... and such a gentleman.¨ I gushed. ¨I´ve already told him that you´ll be here next week, so I made him promise to clear his schedule so we could at least go to dinner one night.¨
Ironically enough Jacob and I had been dating for over seven months, but my best friend and maid of honor had yet to meet him.
It seems that both trips Alice made to New York since we´d been together, Jacob has been unavailable... coordinating schedules was a bitch.
That still didn´t stop my self-proclaimed psychic pixie from giving me her predictions as to why they´d never met.
Alice seemed convinced that Jake was hiding something and that once she put her all knowing... all seeing eyes on him, she´d immediately know whether or not he was in love with me or whether he was ´just full of shit´, as she so eloquently put it.
She would often say in her trilling soprano voice, ¨Bells it´s 2007 who the hell is saving it for marriage besides you, he is a hot blooded horny business man. Trust me girlie, he is fucking something, somewhere.¨
Alice was always right, but truthfully, I was praying this time she was wrong.
¨Aliceeee...¨ I whined in protest. ¨He is not. He´s absolutely amazing and he´s crazy about me. He just respects my choices that´s all.¨ I defended vehemently.
¨Is he now,¨ she replied smugly. I could almost hear the smirk in her voice. I knew exactly where this was going. She never passed on an opportunity to question my decision to marry Jacob, so why should I expect anything different today.
Que the bullshit...
¨Is he better looking that Edward? After all isn´t he supposed to be your soulmate?¨ She replied knowingly. For some odd reason we were never supposed to bet against Alice, but so far, when it came to Edward and I... she had be dead wrong.
Can´t win em´all pixie...
Alice and I talked about everything. We had no secrets, I trusted her with my life and vice versa. Knowing that she would never betray my trust, I confided in her about the crush I had on her older brother Edward, it is the one secret I have always regretted spilling.
She has never let me forget it.
I won´t let me forget it, so I certainly don´t need her little pixie looking ass reminding me every chance she gets.
Which by the way is pretty damn often.
She swears we are destined to be together and the sooner we get our heads out of our respective asses, she can begin planning our wedding.
Hmmm... If only it were that simple...
¨Mary Alice Cullen! You better not be saying that shit in front of Jazz. It´s embarrassing enough that I told you.¨ I whisper yelled in exasperation.
Let it go already... Why don´t cha...
Edward does not now... nor has he ever... nor will he ever want me that way. Hell he probably doesn´t even remember me.¨ I huffed bitterly knowing the my words were probably true.
I hope he doesn´t remember me...
The few times I was lucky to be in the presence of one sex god: Edward Anthony Masen Cullen, I was a very awkward pre-teen with braces, glasses and hair like Ugly Betty. And with probably just as much style. That is when Alice wasn´t playing let´s dress-up the Bella Barbie.
Not a good first impression...
Now that I think back on it, the second, third, and fourth weren´t that much better.
¨Well maybe if you would get off your lazy ass and move to Seattle, you could refresh his memory.¨ She snapped.
That was the second part of her life´s mission, to get me to move to Washington. Although my dad now lives not to far from Seattle- in a little town called Forks- my life is here in New York.
So I responded with my usual.
¨Alice, what in the hell am I supposed to do in Seattle?My job and my life are here in New York. Not to mention, where will you stay when you visit the city?¨ I countered.
¨Listen smart ass! First of all you can practice law anywhere and secondly you own that damn condo, so I could still stay at your place. No reason to sell it. Where will we sleep when we´re in New York for shopping. The only difference would be you´d be living in Seattle. C´mon B, I miss you like crazy. I want you here with me. Don´t you remember how much fun we had living together college?¨ She whined with an obvious pout in her voice.
The pout- it gets me every time and she knows it. She´s not above being a dirty bitch, especially if it gets her what she wants.
Even though she has a legitimate argument, that would sway any jury in her favor.
I still can´t give in...
Not yet at least...
¨Awww... Ali c´mon don´t put the pouty voice on. I´m getting married. I can´t just ask Jacob to move all the way on the other side of the world. His businesses are here.¨ I argued, with very little conviction.
You´d think I´d never won a case, because my closing arguments actually sucked.
Hey cut me some slack here...
I´ve got plenty of book sense, but in the court of real life... I have never won a case.
Then again not many have against Alice.
¨Look Bella in all seriousness. I have always believed that you and Edward belong together, it´s just a matter of working out the details...you know... knowing each other´s limits. Uhh... I mean getting to know each other better... you know likes and dislikes.¨ She stuttered as if wanting to retract her previous statement.
Hm mm... that is so unlike Alice. She never stumbles over words. Normally if it comes up, it comes out. She has absolutely no brain to mouth filter. Why do I get the feeling that there´s a hidden meaning behind the ´limits statement´.
Because I´m a freak... Obsessing over BDSM that´s why...
¨What limits Alice? What are you talking about? What kind of limits does Edward have?¨ I asked hoping it means what I think it means.
It´s not like I can just come out and ask her if he´s into BDSM, she has no clue I´m even interested in that lifestyle.
And I´m still not ready to tell.
¨Nothing Bella, I didn´t mean to say that. Look all that´s beside the point. I just don´t have a good feeling about this Jacob character and I don´t think he´s the one for you. That being said, I´ve never turned down the chance to plan an event and design some the hottest dresses around. I´ll see you on Monday and then I´ll be putting my good eye on this Jacob character for a better assessment. Now my sweetie I have to go.¨ She said her voice ringing with finality.
I still get the strange feeling she´s hiding something...
¨Oh and by the way. I´m staying the whole week, so you know what that means... SHOPPING! And rearranging your closets.¨ She squealed, causing me to move the phone from my ears to keep them from ringing.
I swear that girl can talk to dolphins.
¨No Alice, I´m not done talking to you yet. Tell me what you meant dammit and DON´T LIE TO ME!¨
¨Byeeeeee Bellaaaaaa! I´m losing you, must be a bad connection.¨ She yelled while making static noises over the mouth piece. That slut was pulling the oldest trick in the book.
¨Bitch you hear me just fine. Don´t you dare hang up this...¨
There was no need to finish... that bitch hung up the phone in my face.
Dirty ho!
I´ll get her next week.
Damn...
I was so caught up in her statement about Edward, that she slipped in shopping and rearranging my closets.
Arghhh! Damn Pixie!
Hours after my phone call with Alice I couldn´t help but let my mind roam over the possibilities of Edward being a dominant. Not just any dominant, but my dominant.
How I´d love it if my dreams became reality.
I immediately began rubbing my thighs together as different scenarios began to dance around my head involving Edward Cullen, me, and a rabbit fur flogger.
I was in desperate need of a release. Seeing how I wasn´t going to get any work done in my frazzled state. I unlocked the bottom drawer of my desk in search of reinforcements.
Hey don´t look at me like that, my job is extremely stressful. A couple of stress relieving orgasms throughout the day are a lot fucking cheaper than therapy.
Hm mm... what to choose...
Looking at the clock I have about twenty minutes until my next meeting. I´ll need something quick, but powerful.
I grab my butterfly clit stimulator and after locking my office door, head into my private bathroom.
I remove my sopping wet blue lace thong, silently thanking the panty gods that I have a dry one in my gym bag. Shutting the toilet lid, I take a seat and bring my right leg to my chest.
My juices are now glistening on the lid of toilet. I am so wet. I turn myself on. Is that fucking hot or what. Turning the butterfly on low speed I place it on my clit. I´m immediately rewarded by a shiver throughout my entire body.
Gradually increasing the speed.
I imagine Edward in nothing but a pair faded blue jeans hanging low on his hips, his beautifully chiseled chest glistening with the sweat of our workout. I so want to lick it, but I´m bond and gagged, lying face up on his leather table.
With a flick of his wrist he brings the flogger down on my chest, the sting is like a warm caress that envelopes my skin. It´s almost like the caress of strong, firm, but yet still soft fingers.
I moan into the gag, relishing in the sting of the flogger. Yearning for the sting where I want it most, but my master is set on teasing me. Not letting me have the relief I so desperately seek.
¨Look at you all bound and gagged for my pleasure, my naughty pet.¨ He all but purrs.
¨hng...mmm...gnnnnn...¨ is all I can respond.
¨Does my naughty girl wanna cum?¨ He asked already knowing the answer.
I shamelessly bob my head up and down, pleading...virtually begging him with my eyes to bring me to release.
I watch as the flogger lands one...two...three...four... times on my swollen pussy.
I scream through my gag as the sudden rush of pain turns into the most exquisite mind numbing pleasure.
My eyes roll into the back of my head as I wait for my Master to grant me permission to cum.
¨Cum Isabella...cum for me my beautiful little slut.¨ Edward commands as he brings the flogger down for three more swift licks to my throbbing swollen nub. His strokes are now coming with a bit more force behind them.
By his command alone I explode into a beautiful haze of bright light. Thrashing my head and pulling on my restraints as I ride out the most powerful orgasm I have ever had.
I switch the butterfly to high and bite down on my bottom lip, to suppress the loud moan that tries to escape and I explode just as I did in my fantasy. My orgasm is so powerful my whole body is trembling with the after shocks.
As the haze clears, I try to get my breathing under control.
In the distance I can hear my cell phone ringing, but whoever it is will have to wait.
I don´t have the strength to stand.
Taking a few more minutes to gather myself, with the help of the sink I pullup on shaky legs. I´m not a smoker, but fuck I could really use a cigarette.
Looking in the mirror I assess the damage.
My bun has survived with minimal damage and I have a fucking post coital glow, that would put ´glo worm´ out of business.
My breath is still pretty ragged, but I now think I´m ready to face the rest of my day.
After cleaning up my sticky mess I put on a fresh thong and check my phone for any messages.
It´s a text. I open the blinking envelope to see what I´ve missed.
B- Hey beautiful sorry I have to cancel our dinner tonight I´ve got to go to a meeting with my dad. I´ll call you later. - J
Well damn. I was looking forward to dinner tonight. It was at one of my favorite restaurants in the Four Seasons Hotel. Oh well he said he couldn´t go, no reason why I couldn´t still keep the reservation. I just won´t tell him. I´d hate to make him feel guilty for canceling.
Just then my intercom buzzes.
¨Yes Angela,¨ I respond to my assistant.
¨I´m sorry to disturb you Miss Swan, but your three-thirty appointment is here.¨ She responds, ever the professional. I´ve told her more times than I have fingers and toes that Miss Swan was my Gran.
¨Thank you Angela, please show Mr. Volturi to conference room three and let him know I´ll be with him in five minutes.¨
¨Yes ma´am.¨
I type a quick response to Jacob, before I head out to my meeting.
J- Don´t worry about it, I´ve got a lot of work to catch up on anyway. Call me when you get home. -B
I scurried to the conference room for my meeting with Aro Volturi.
This should be interesting...
An hour and half later I plop down in my comfy office chair, winding down from my meeting. I´ve still got about an hour or so before dinner, so I go over a few case files and make some much needed notes.
Removing my glasses and rubbing my eyes, I look at the clock and realize I´m going to have to rush to make my dinner reservation on time.
I quickly pack up my things and head out. Thankfully traffic isn´t that heavy, so I make my way quickly over to the hotel in a cab.
The Four Seasons is a magnificent hotel. Sometimes when Alice is in town, we book a room to relax and enjoy the spa treatments.
I´m not a big spender, but spending time with Alice always brings out the spoiled princess in me.
Even though Charlie, Renee and Phil are come from extremely wealthy families, I have never been one to exploit my families wealth.
I´m a simple girl who loves the simple things in life. Don´t get me wrong I have my addictions that I splurge on from time to time, but they are so far removed from what a ¨rich person¨ would buy it´s ridiculous.
For instance, Alice can´t stand the fact that I have just as many Chuck Taylor´s as I do Jimmy Choo´s.
Trust me the Jimmy´s weren´t my idea anyway. You kinda give up all fashion rights when it comes to Alice.
The broad is worse than a drill sergeant.
When I turned twenty-one and receive access to one of my trust funds she forced me to buy five pairs of Jimmy Choo boots, when all I wanted was a pair of fucking Uggs to keep my feet warm.
Being a Cullen, money means nothing to Alice. If you won´t buy it with your money, she´ll just buy it with hers- so your pretty much fucked either way you go. I´ve just learned to agree with her, after all isn´t that what you´re supposed to do with crazy people.
I strolled into the hotel with a smile plastered on my face thinking of my best friend. Waltzing up the the podium, I approached the hostess.
¨May I help you ma´am?¨ The hostess asked politely.
¨Yes ma´am. Black party of two please.¨ I replied with an air of confidence.
Looking over the reservation log, she seems a bit confused or she seems to think I am.
¨Umm are you sure your reservation is for today ma´am?¨ She asked, hurriedly checking the log once again.
¨Yes of course I´m sure. My fiancé and I have reservations for six o´clock.¨ I responded gradually getting agitated. ¨Maybe you should check again.¨ I stated firmly, giving her my best bitch brow.
It´s not a good idea to fuck with me when I´m hungry and in Isabella mode. She nervously looked over the log once again.
¨Oh here we are, please excuse my mistake, but Mr. Black changed the reservation to five, he just left to retire to his room. Perhaps you can still catch him, or speak with someone at the front desk... if there´s been some type of mix-up...¨ She suggested apologetically. She quickly averted her eyes. She´s hiding something. I know it. I´m a fucking attorney. I know these things.
Hold the fucking phone!
What the hell is Jacob doing here and why in the fuck would he need a room.
This shit just won´t fly.
I spun on my heels without so much as a backward glance at the hostess, headed to the front desk.
I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw Jacob waiting for the elevator with some whore´s tongue jammed down his throat.
What the fuck?
This motherfucker is cheating on me.
And we´re not even fucking marriedyet.
I saw nothing but a red haze.
I have to get the hell out of here. As quickly as I came, I spun around and took my leave.
I´m not a vindictive person normally, but so help me God.... I will make Jacob Black pay for trying to make a fool out of me.
And pay he would dearly...
Grateful to the cabbie for making haste to get me home. I give him a helluva tip and drag my sorry ass up to my condo.
Okay maybe I splurged a little more with my trust fund money than I first let on. I used some of it to buy my first condo and it´s fuckawsome. It´s in walking distance of Central Park and security´s like fucking Fort Knox. I even had a concierge service that takes out the trash and walks the dog during the day.
Yeah it was fucking righteous...
The thing with the money was that Phil was an only child and since he had no biological children, he´s parents considered me their only grandchild. So when they died I was left with a trust of twenty-five million dollars.
They really were good grandparents and not just because of the money.
I know how your small fucking minds think...
They were really welcoming. They also loved how happy Renee and I made Phil.
They were truly proud of their son.
Renee and Charlie´s parents did the same. I get thirty million when I turn twenty-five from the Swans and I got fifty million when I graduated law school from the Stanley´s.
Both Renee´s father and grandfather had been lawyers, so Grandpa Stanley was elated when I decided to go to law school. It didn´t hurt that he was able to brag that I was going with a full ride to Harvard at the ripe old age of nineteen. Having graduated both high school and college by the time I was eighteen, I had really made my family proud.
What the fuck can I do with all that money...
Helloooo!
At twenty-three I´m the youngest senior partner in the history of my firm. That type of shit also comes with a sweet ass salary. What can I say I´ve always been a fucking bookworm and learning makes my panties damp. I could retire if I so choose, but of course I do not.
Sometimes it´s the rewards that I get for working so hard that make me push myself even harder.
When I graduated from Harvard Mom, Dad, and Phil gave me an I. O. U. for a Aston Martin limited edition convertible DBS UB. Of course Alice was over the fucking moon. I on the other hand had no fucking clue who Aston Martin was, until Alice said these magic words.
¨Oh my God Bella, Edward has an Aston Martin Vanquish, this is confirmation you two are perfect for each other. You guys already have the husband and wife cars.¨ Alice squealed leaving permanent hearing damage in her wake.
Needless to say starting from that moment on I made it my life's mission to get to know Mr. Aston Martin. And I plan to know him well. Anything for the love of my life. Even if he had no clue he actually was.
I can dream can´t I...(swoon)
Did I just fucking swoon... How the fuck does one go about swooning anyway..
Sadly though I still have that IOU, because living in the city I don´t really need a car, but I feel like that´s gonna be changing and very soon.
Thanks to Jacob´s fuckery and betrayal. I think I´m finally ready to take Alice up on that offer to relocate. But first I´ve got to take care of Jacob.
Once I changed into something comfy, I make myself a cosmo and called Alice. We´ve got to come up with a plan, for O.G.J.B...
Operation get Jacob Black...
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned... Especially one that doesn´t go around looking for trouble...
If I were Jacob Black I would be very afraid right about now.
Be afraid Mr. Black... Be very afraid...
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