Hellooooo again!
Ha! And so soon, sorry Reyes139, RL prevented me from posting sooner, but here you go... and I just want to clear up any confusion. I prefer to be the SPANKER and not the SPANKEE! So honey you can put your little crop down and read away! Lol! Thank you all sooooo much for all the great feedback I´m getting. You guys are the shit! Love ya lots! Enjoy the aftermath and we´ll hook up at the end!
~Krazi~
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For the Love of Domination:
Chapter 11
Guess Who´s Coming to Dinner... the Morning After...
BPOV
As I rode the elevator up to the playroom with Alice, my nerves were beginning to get the best of me. I couldn´t believe I was about to willingly spend two hours in a playroom, with a complete stranger; who could do God knows what to me.
Yeah, right about now... I´m freaking the fuck out!
Then on the flip side of that very same thin coin, I was absolutely drenched with anticipation. Could you make up your mind? Remembering the way it felt to have his strong hand cupping my moist sex just had me gushing even more. I was turning into such a slut!
¨Turning, don´t you mean giving into, after all, I am your conscience... remember! I know exactly how you feel on the inside.¨ My subconscious taunted as she readied herself for the events to come.
She made a valid point; I´d be lying if I said that the prospect of being Sir´s personal slut didn´t turn me the fuck on.
The electrical current that flowed throughout my body when I felt his presence behind me was indescribable. I wanted to do nothing more than have him take me right then and there in front of everyone.
Exhibitionist much?
Honestly, my nervousness was stemming more so from my lack of experience than anything else; I desperately wanted to please Sir. Though I would never tell anyone, well except for maybe Alice and Rose, but I was so looking forward to having Sir´s cock in my mouth that was the one thing I wanted to give him the most.
Mistress and I had worked really hard all week on removing my gag reflex; I had sucked more silicon cock than a retired porn star living in the Playboy Mansion; I was so ready to test my skills. Mistress was really proud of me, her words of praise echoed in my head.
¨Isabella my dear, don´t let anyone fool you, a way to a man´s heart is not through his stomach,¨ Mistress said raising a perfectly arched eyebrow, ¨it´s actually through his dick, and if you suck it like that... you will fucking own him.
I smiled to myself at the thought of owning Sir; I wanted him to be mine, just as much as I was already his. ¨What are you smiling so big about,¨ asked Alice, startling me from my thoughts.
I could feel my cheeks burning with the evidence of my blush; did I really want to tell her that I was fantasizing about giving Sir a blowjob? ¨Umm... nothing really, just remembering something Mistress Rose told me,¨ I confessed, deciding to tell the truth, or at least some form of it.
¨You´re such a fucking liar, look at how bad you´re blushing.¨ she accused quirking a perfectly arched brow at me. ¨Spill it Swan!¨
Just as I was about to answer, the elevator dinged and the doors slid open. ¨Saved by the bell,¨ I laughed as we exited.
We walked pass several metal doors until we reached the one at the end of the hallway, but didn´t go in. Alice paused outside the door and looked me square in the eye, before speaking. ¨Okay Bells, this is it... no more thinking, over analyzing or whatever the fuck it is that you do,¨ she said placing her hand on my shoulder. ¨There is no perfect way to do this, just give in to what you feel; I know how bad you want this, I can see it in your eyes. Just enjoy yourself, trust him to take you where ever it is that you want to go.¨ she instructed. ¨Make the best of this opportunity and I swear to you; you won´t regret it.¨
I looked into the eyes of my best friend, my sister in all the ways that counted, and decided that I would follow her advice; I would leave all my preconceived notions and insecurities outside in the hallway. ¨You´re right Ali,¨ I agreed wholeheartedly. ¨I want this more than anything. I feel like I belong to him already; I don´t need the test scene to confirm that. I just hope that after tonight that he´ll still wants to take me on as his sub.¨ I could feel the doubt creeping up on me; I was praying that I could keep it at bay and not let it consume me.
Alice looked over my shoulder towards the elevator, as if to make sure no one was listening. ¨I shouldn´t be telling you this, but I´m just dying to tell someone,¨ she whispered looking over my shoulder again. ¨He ´!¨
¨Pixie say what?¨ I questioned my slightly demented friend. ¨Could you try that again, in English this time, please?¨
¨Come on¨ she snapped, unlocking the door and yanking me inside. ¨We have to get you ready or we´ll both be in hot water.¨ she warned. ¨I don´t know about you, but fifteen lashes to my ass as a punishment is not my idea of fun.¨ she threw over her shoulder as she buzzed about the room like a hummingbird.
¨No... I´m not moving until you tell me what you said,¨ I whined, stomping my foot like a two-year old.
Really Swan! Did you really just stomp your foot?
¨Fine,¨ she huffed, ¨but can you at least start getting undressed in the meantime that hood is a bitch to get on, especially; with all your hair.¨ she acquiesced unzipping my skirt. ¨I said that he already has a contract for you; he´s already decided he wants to keep you as his sub!¨ she squealed, no longer able to contain her excitement.
Before I could even blink, she was wrapped around my body – like a fucking anaconda – giving me a tight squeeze. ¨Ali,¨ I coughed, ¨can´t breathe.¨
Her tinkling laughter floated throughout the playroom while she helped me prepare for Sir.
_FtLoD_
As soon as I heard the door click behind me, I went into panic mode; I was sure he could hear my heart beating, as it tried to claw its way out of my chest. I knew that my time for adjustments was over, so I hope he was pleased with my waiting position. Back straight, hands at my sides, breast jutting out slightly, and my ass resting on the heels of my feet; I patiently awaited Sir´s instructions.
Get a fucking grip Bella... I don´t think that passing smelling salts under your nose is his idea of foreplay!
I didn´t have time to dwell on my present situation, because I was ordered to stand and from that point on everything flew by in an erotic blur.
God, the way this man manipulated my body was nothing short of a-fucking-mazing! When I felt the riding crop against my skin, the sting nearly caused me to come undone. My dreams were in fucking PG compared being here and experiencing this in real life.
My body tensed automatically when I felt his erection press against my ass; my hands and feet were restrained, so there was no way I could stop him if he decided to break the rules.
Thankfully, my fears were short lived, as his velvety voice calmed me, when he reminded me that he remembered our agreement and he would never break the rules.
The tender flesh of my neck burned with desire, as he left a trail of open-mouthed kisses from my neck to my shoulders.
I mentally berated myself for even thinking such a vile and disgusting thing about him; he had given me no reason not to fully trust him. I vowed from that second on to just enjoy my time with Sir and not make the same error in judgment twice.
Tears sprang to my eyes when he denied me my orgasm as he finger-fucked my pussy to oblivion. Thrashing wildly in my restraints, it was becoming crystal clear who was running the show.
¨Noooo!¨ I screamed in wild abandon; I needed to have a fucking orgasm, and I wasn´t too proud to beg for it. He roughly stilled my movements and threatened punishment if I didn´t keep still.
I quickly learned that a bad pet was an unsatisfied pet.
The moment his strong hand made contact with my ass, I was done for. It was like a switch had been flipped. He was my drug of choice and I needed a fix, bad! It was like getting my first hit of smack and I was searching hungrily for the return of that same euphoric feeling; I wanted it over and over... and over again. As if it had a mind of its own, my body beckoned him for more... seeking out the fire of his hand, until it met with my hungry flesh.
I was so worked up that I didn´t even recognize my own voice, as I shamelessly begged him to grant me release. Thank God, he didn´t make me wait too long, once he had me strapped to the padded table; life as I knew it was over.
¨I want to milk that sweet pussy of yours pet,¨ he said, warning me of his impending attack on my all too eager pussy. ¨Would you like that? Would you like to feel my mouth on you pussycat?¨
Ya damn Skippy!
What kind of fucking question is that, by all means eat until your little heart is content!
Did he really think I was going to say... no!
I don´t fucking think so!
Nervous and burning with desire all at the same time about having someone put their mouth on me there for the first time, I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth. Sir let out a throaty moan that went straight to my pussy; I could only give him a quiet ´yes Sir´, unable to trust myself to say more.
I felt Sir´s skilled tongue swipe through my throbbing pussy and I nearly lost my mind.
What the fuck took me so long to have any kind of sexual contact with a man?
Edward Cullen... the name ring a bell?
Vaguely!
OMG! I want to just super glue his fucking lips to my pussy and just buy bigger pants to accommodate his head.
¨Ahh... fuckkkk!¨ I screamed thrashing against my restraints. The harder I tried to bring my legs together, the more frustrated I became.
Arrrggghhh... fucking restraints!
The best I could do was lift my hips up to meet his golden tongue. ¨Yessss Sir that feels... God that feels soooo good,¨ I moaned like a wanton bitch in heat. ¨Ungh, please Sir... this girl needs to cum,¨ I begged shamelessly.
¨Not yet,¨ he growled and bit down on the fleshy part of my thigh.
¨Aaaa...¨ I moaned. Call me a psycho, but that was such a fucking turn on.
Mistress Rose advised me after my psychotic break in the playroom on Wednesday, to try focusing my mind on other mundane things, such as work, books, or counting, when I needed to hold off my orgasm; so I began to recite passages from law books and old cases in my head.
Santa Clara County v. Southern Pacific Railroad Company, 118 U.S. 394 (1886) was a United States Supreme Court case dealing with taxation of railroad properties. The case is most notable for the obiter dictum statement that corporations are entitled to protection under the Fourteenth Amendment.
I have to admit that it worked for a while, but the intensity in my stomach was beginning to build again; the feeling of his tongue thrusting in and out of me like a torpedo, was causing me to inch closer and closer toward the ledge.
It had been a long week of teasing and torturing and my body just wanted to give in to the heat that was threatening to boil over.
¨Ungh... I can´t... Sir please... this girl needs...¨ I was so caught up in the sensations running rampant throughout my body that I was finding it impossible to form a coherent sentence.
Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime of agony, his velvety voice, though gravely with lust, spoke the words I longed to hear. ¨Cum for me pussycat, now!¨ he growled as his teeth clamped down on my clit.
My body exploded into a million tiny pieces at his command. He fucking owned me and there was no denying it! In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to give myself over to him completely.
The earth shattering explosion that was rocking my body took my breath away, if I were to die this very moment, I couldn´t have died a happier person. Okay, so I lied, but that shit was still fucking intense! I was still having trouble catching my breath.
He licked and nipped at my swollen clit as my pussy continued to spasm lightly with the aftershocks of my release. After what seemed like hours of floating on a blissful high, but in reality was some of the best minutes of my once boring life, I finally came down off the white horse.
The gentle way he rubbed my muscles and took the time to care for me, only served to cement my internal feelings for him. It was there, strapped to a padded table that I realized; I wanted to give him what I had so foolishly saved for another man... a man I could never have.
I wanted him to have my virtue, but not like this.
In the midst of this blinding ecstasy I was experiencing for the very first time in my life; I was imagining this mysterious stranger making sweet and slow love to me.
Stop it Bella!
No strings attached, remember!
This is about all of us just getting our kinky rocks off!
He gets to dominate!
You get to turn over the reins and just enjoy some hot fucking safe, but on a regular basis and consensual sex!
THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH LOVE!
No matter how loud the voice inside my head screamed logistics, there was no way I could separate love and lust where this man was concerned – not after tonight.
Fuck!
I hadn´t even seen his face, but my heart was telling me to go for it; maybe the fact that I was blindfolded and strapped to a table completely at his mercy, was impeding my judgment a bit, but my instincts were screaming at me to not hold anything back from him.
The last time I held back, where did it get me? No fucking where... that´s where! I was two weeks away from living life as a spinster with forty fucking cats, because I didn´t have the balls to go after Edward fucking Cullen! Not this time, this time, I was going to listen to my heart. Hopefully, it would lead me to someone just as terrific as... him!
I didn´t have time to dwell on my delusional fantasies, because the moment of truth had arrived; Sir commanded me to suck his cock.
And suck it I would!
The liquid pooling between my legs was a true testament to my feelings; I had literally died and gone to heaven. My eyes rolled in the back of my head as I felt the silky smooth skin of his seemingly enormous cock slide into my mouth. Sir had ordered me not to speak, so I did my best to worship his cock in silence.
It was definitely a mouthful; I´m glad Mistress had me training with a large dildo. She informed me that, ¨when in doubt... bigger was always better.¨ Never had I been more grateful for her advice than in this very moment.
I was somewhat of a naughty pet when suddenly, strong vibrations to my clit startled me. The wand he placed on me was so unexpected that Sir´s cock slipped from my mouth with an audible ´pop´; I was spanked for my faux pas and Sir commenced to fuck my dirty mouth into submission as punishment.
If this was punishment... I planned on fucking up on a regular basis!
Not to brag or anything, but I was pretty damn proud of myself as a short while later; I felt his hot spunk shooting down the back of my throat like molten lava as I swallowed the head of his enormous cock. I made sure to show my appreciation by licking him nice and clean.
I was grateful for the hood; I think had I seen his dick beforehand, I would have been extremely intimidated by its size.
We hadn´t discussed or ruled out kissing, so when his soft, yet firm lips pressed against mine; I was a bit startled but quickly surrendered as I opened my mouth and granted him entrance. The taste of my essence on his tongue nearly caused me to explode again.
I never thought I would find such a thing so erotic, but I could´ve spent the rest of my life kissing him, and still wouldn´t have been enough. He continued to devour my mouth until we were forced to seek a much-needed breath.
Feeling his warm breath fan across my heated skin, only served to send me deeper into the recesses of my lust-filled mind.
Flying somewhere between fantasy and reality; my body was feeling weightless as Sir asked me to trust him and just feel. At this point I couldn´t deny him anything; if he wanted to forgo the contract and fuck my brains out... I would have conceded. In that very moment, I would have given him anything.
Yeah, by this time... I was three sheets too the wind!
_FtLoD_
I was so lost in the feeling of Sir´s fingers moving inside me that I couldn´t concentrate. Who the fuck knew ´the spot´ really existed! He was massaging my clit with one hand and moving those fucking magic fingers against my newly discovered g-spot with the other; the pressure building inside me was so consuming it frightened me!
I was too terrified to let go!
¨You said you trusted me,¨ Sir growled. ¨Prove it!¨
¨I can´t... it´s... God... too much...¨ I cried as the tumultuous sensations overwrought my ability to discern what was real; the gradual urge to urinate was scaring the shit out of me. I felt as if I was losing control of my body. ¨Please Sir... nooooo...¨ I pleaded
¨Listen to me pussycat,¨ he growled authoritatively, ¨you can and you will... now fucking cum!¨
¨Fuck, fuck, fuck...¨ I chanted, ¨God... I can´t... pleasssseeeee... make it... ahhhh... stoppppppp!¨ The wand, the clamps, his mouth, now this... it was too much; I was spiraling out of control. The only option I had was to trust him to take care of me, so that´s what I did. I forgot about everything and everybody, and let Sir take me on a phenomenal ride into orgasmic bliss.
I came harder than I ever imagined possible; I fucking squirted all over the place. I thought that shit was just a trick of the camera in porno movies! Who fucking knew! The walls of my pussy were contracting and releasing like I had just given birth... it´s a boy motherfuckers!
The shit was intense, but scary as hell all at the same time!
As my muscles continued to contract, almost painfully, with my powerful release; I was absolutely sure of three things: first; this man was a master at his craft, second; I wanted nothing more than for him to mold me into his greatest masterpiece, and third... I was falling in love with this mysterious man with the liquid velvet voice. This would not end well.
I was totally screwed!
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Floating that´s all I could really comprehend; I was somewhere out in space, floating weightlessly among the bright stars bursting behind my eyelids.
Where am I?
Wherever it is, I don`t want this feeling to ever end.
I hear it, the beautiful voice of my Master, yes, my Master; he is the only one I trust to take me to the land of no return. The feeling of his cock sliding between my swollen pussy lips, only makes me crave more , of him, of Sir, my Master. ¨So close pet, come on girl give me one more,¨ he grunted.
There was absolutely no denying him; my body followed his commands willingly. My head was thrashing wildly in disbelief; I had nothing left to give, and yet the feeling of Sir´s hard cock slapping against my clit, caused the damn to break and once again my body yielded itself over to his will.
¨Unghh... yessssss...¨ I moaned as the coil in my stomach snapped for the fourth and final time.
Somewhere in the distance I could hear Sir reaching his own release. ¨Ungh... fuck... pussy... ungh... cat... fuck meeeeeee!¨ His guttural moans rang out, echoing faintly in my ears; I barely registered the weight of his body as he collapsed onto my abdomen. I was lost in an orgasmic haze, a prisoner to the pleasure I´d so graciously been given.
I never wanted this moment to end, but my body had other ideas. My teeth began to chatter as I shook violently; I couldn´t do anything to stop the tremors that rocked my body. Is this what withdrawal feels like? ¨Shh pussycat... I´ve got you¨ Sir cooed softly in my ear.
The sound of his voice not only brought with it a sense of calm, but also what I was dreading the most... reality. The cold hard fucking truth, he would soon be leaving me. I laid there silently in a daze as he undid my cuffs and massaged my arms, legs, and shoulders.
Delicately, he worked my tender flesh, as if I was made of the finest breakable China. The warm towels he placed over my cooling flesh did very little to warm my body on the inside; I wanted him... I needed to feel him!
My arms trembled slightly as I tentatively wrapped them around his neck; I buried my face in his chest and breathed in his masculine scent, it was intoxicating.
He smelled strongly of sandalwood, sunshine and sex... my new favorite smells. Sir lowered the towel and brought his chest flush against mine; the warmth permeating his skin and flowing throughout my body felt like... home. I never wanted to leave the safety and security of his arms; the cognition of this not being a possibility, mixed with my fragile emotion, had me breaking down in his arms.
Tears soaked the hood covering my eyes; I was grateful that it was hiding me from his view. I didn´t want him to reject me for being too needy, after all, he only saw me as his potential sub; it didn´t matter that I was feeling differently.
The vulnerability I felt was crippling; I seriously hated that fucking contract right about now. Unable to stop the traitorous words from escaping my mouth; I did the unthinkable... I begged. ¨Don´t leave me, please,¨ I whimpered sounding like a small and needy, ¨I need you.¨
¨Never,¨ he breathed into my hair, almost too quiet for me to hear. His words just made me want hold on tighter, and that´s just what I did, for now I´d pretend he was mine.
My cries quieted to hiccups and an occasional sniffle, while we continued to hideaway in our own private little bubble. A quiet knock on the door brought with it the end to my fantasy and reality reared its ugly head.
¨Just a minute,¨ Sir called, giving me one last squeeze.
Was it my imagination or was he as reluctant as I was to let go?
As soon as he pulled away, I felt my heart shatter. I curled my body into a ball and tried to detach myself from the situation, effectively shutting myself off from the world.
I vaguely remember acknowledging Rosalie´s presence; I just wanted to go home and cry myself to sleep. The look of compassion and the tears that glazed her eyes, when she removed the hood, was too much for me to handle. I just cried harder as she gently rocked me in her soft embrace.
It felt nothing like Sir´s strong arms; these arms offered me none of the safety and security I had been feeling moments ago.
I dressed as quickly as I could, given that my equilibrium was still a bit off from the intensiveness of our session; I just wanted to leave that room, as soon as possible. The memories... the pain... the loss... I just wanted to leave it all behind now.
I felt like I was free-falling from the sky, just waiting for the moment my body hit the ground.
_FtLoD_
The elevator ride was so quiet – you could hear a pin drop. It stopped briefly to pick up the guys on the VIP floor, along with Laurent, who personally escorted us to the car parked in the private garage.
I crawled into the backseat along with Alice and Rosalie, pressed myself tightly against the door and cried... all the way home.
Jasper pulled into the garage and cut the engine, a collective sigh was heard amidst the awkward silence that was now encompassing the car. Rose was the first to break it. ¨Come on B, let´s get you inside and into a warm bath.¨ she said placing a hand gently on my shoulder.
I was certain that her touch was meant to be one of comfort, but to me it just felt wrong; I involuntarily flinched away because it burned, but not in a good way. No, this touch – her touch – was not what I wanted. In that moment it wasn´t what I needed; it wasn´t the touch my body craved. I was so caught up by the barrage of new emotions I was dealing with that I didn´t even bother to respond.
I just sat there, like a statue. I felt as if a part of me had died, or at the least, had been lost to me forever.
Little did I know, but my mentoring Mistress was having none of that shit, gone went the caring and concerned friend and out came the hardcore, no bullshit taking Domme. ¨Isabella, you have exactly five minutes to be waiting for me outside the door of your bathroom. I want you naked and kneeling in your submissive position.¨ Mistress barked. ¨I don´t think you want me to punish you. Now go!¨ When I was in a better place, I would have to remember to thank her, for knowing exactly what I needed, and not being afraid to give it to me. A blind man could see how fragile I was; something as simple as the blowing wind could have shattered me at this point.
Unable to break free from my submissive state of mind, I followed my Mistress´ instructions as if they were an everyday occurrence. A fresh round of tears began to fall, as thoughts of Sir´s commanding, yet caring voice flooded my mind. I moved with the enthusiasm of a zombie as I followed Mistress´ instructions, it all passed in a blur.
How was it possible to feel such a strong connection and sense of loss, with a total stranger? Well he wasn´t a total stranger; he does know my pussy better than anyone, and if I had my way that would never change.
Caught up in my own convoluted thoughts; it wasn´t until I opened the car door to climb out that I realized... Mistress and I were alone.
That´s funny, because I didn´t even remember Jasper, Emmett, or Alice leaving the car, but somehow Mistress and I were alone.
This was quickly becoming too much!
In the back of my mind I knew that my separation from Sir was only temporary, but that did nothing to alleviate the pain that weighed heavily on my chest and made it hard for me to breath.
_FtLoD_
Kneeling naked outside my bathroom door, or anywhere for that matter, felt like an everyday occurrence with me now; I had become just that comfortable with being around Mistress in some form of undress. Granted I wasn´t usually nude, but I was secure enough in my body to not let it bother me.
Although, Rose was new to our circle; Alice and I never found it embarrassing to see one another in the nude. Spending as much time together growing up as we did, it often found one of us showering, while the other brushed their teeth or took care of some other mundane human need that required the other one´s presence in the bathroom at the same time. Sharing our pre-teen years we shared a lot of firsts and made a lot of new discoveries, especially about our bodies together.
I concentrated on my posture and evening out my breathing and was able to ignore Alice bustling about the bathroom in preparation for my bath. I wasn´t privy to all of it, but I knew that Sir had been very specific about my aftercare. Little things like those were making it hard for me to keep the tears at bay, so I gave up on trying and silently they fell.
¨Isabella, come,¨ Mistress commanded reaching out a hand to help me up. I stumbled slightly as I stood to my feet and headed into the bathroom.
The deliciously calming scent of lavender and jasmine assaulted my senses; it saddened me that I was too wrapped up in my emotions to appreciate the candles and the soft music that played in the background; though there was no denying that the hot bubble bath was a welcoming site. My entire body ached with delicious memories of my time tonight, with Sir in the playroom.
I slid into the hot water and my muscles immediately began to loosen, as did the thin grip I had on my sanity. All of the pent up frustration, anxiety, nerves, and my sudden overwhelming sense of abandonment, came crashing down on me.
I buried my hands in my face and wept loudly. I wept over the loss of love that was never really mine to begin with. I wept that my first marriage wasn´t a beautiful wedding to the man I loved, filled with the happiness and joy that all little girls dream of, but was a mockery and a sham instead. Jacob only viewing me as a means to an end was a blow to my self-esteem. I wept for the small feeling of guilt I had at casting my feelings for Edward aside so easily.
And I wept as I longed for Sir... my Master... my Dominant... in so many ways... my first Lover.
¨Isabella, you may speak freely, but remain respectful,¨ Mistress warned. ¨Would you like to talk about tonight´s scene? How are you feeling?¨
The more I considered her questions, the more I longed for Sir.
Why couldn´t I be having this conversation with him?
Because you decided on the terms of the damn contract! He´s just giving you what you asked for!
¨No, no, no,¨ I cried to no one in particular. ¨Why... why did he leave me?¨ I whimpered. ¨He told me he wouldn´t... he said never... he told me I could trust him.¨ I was feeling desolate and unsure of myself. ¨In the end was I not enough for him? Had he changed his mind and doesn´t want me anymore?¨ I sounded so desperate that I didn´t even recognize my own voice.
¨Isabella, it´s okay to feel that way,¨ Mistress told me. ¨I would be worrying if you weren´t upset.¨ I looked up at her in confusion. Was I supposed to be on the verge of a mental breakdown? Is that what he wanted? Reading the look on my face easily, Mistress put my insecurities to rest. ¨Endorphins Isabella, they play a big part in what you experienced tonight. They kind of make you feel like you´re all over the place. Under normal circumstances, he would never have left you this way. That´s what makes him a good, no a great Dom.¨ she reassured me. ¨I can tell you for a fact that at this very moment; he´s experiencing his own form of withdrawal. He wants nothing more than to hold and comfort you. After something so intense, he wants you both to come down together.¨ Gently cupping my cheek, she urged me to face her, ¨Isabella, I saw the look of pain in his eyes; it nearly killed him to leave you. You have nothing to worry about; tomorrow, this will all be over and you guys can be together.¨ I looked deeply in her eyes, searching, but not finding one ounce of untruth to her words. ¨You have him Isabella, if that´s what you still want, because he damn sure still wants you!¨ I leaned into her touch and let her words give me something to hold on to. Something that would get me through the night; I hoped.
Shortly after our heart to heart and a lot of TLC from my girls, it never ceased to amaze me how Rose could go from the hard ass Domme, to my crazy girlfriend in the blink of an eye, we crawled into bed.
I snuggled in between Alice and Rose and for the first time since leaving Sir; I felt safe. I drifted off into a deep, but restless sleep; dreams of Sir haunted me all through the night.
_FtLoD_
APOV
I laid there stroking Bella´s hair and listening to her snore lightly, and couldn´t help the smug grin of satisfaction that spread across my face. Phase two of my plan was complete and went off without a hitch.
And what do you call Edward´s reaction outside the playroom?
Well... almost without a hitch, but it was still nothing compared to what could have happened!
I knew that I was taking a huge risk, by interfering in my best friend and my brother´s lives, but I would gladly accept their combined wrath any day, if it meant that they could finally find the happiness that they both deserved – together.
Actually, I was preparing myself for the fall out.
I knew that there would be consequences for my actions, even if they were both to stubborn to acknowledge their feelings for one another, but I couldn´t stop myself from bringing two of my favorite people together; initially, they would be angry with me for meddling, but ultimately I knew that they both would forgive me.
During phase one ´initial contact´ they´d already developed a bond stronger than most people who start a relationship by conventional means; I was actually pleased with myself at how the little scheme I´d concocted was coming together so nicely.
Believe me, this hasn´t been the easiest of my feats.
When I stopped by Edward´s condo on Wednesday, he was absolutely beside himself with worry. Rose had informed him, during her debriefing of Bella´s training that she had to use her safe word to end the scene they were doing.
Now as a sub, I knew that neither Rose nor Edward were angry with her, but it was her emotional breakdown afterward that had his knickers in a wad. It´s normal for a sub to become emotional while playing because of the high amount of endorphins running through your body; it hurt him deeply that he couldn´t be there to help her through it. I couldn´t count the number of meltdowns I´d had with Jazz in the playroom.
That coupled with her feelings of insecurity and inadequacy; you really have an emotional mess on your hands. Edward acted on sheer instinct; he already saw himself as her Dom, so naturally it would be his job to take care all of her needs. In this instance, he needed to be sure she was okay emotionally.
Yeah, I know... you thought it was all about the kink! On the contrary, D/s or BDSM relationships entail much more. In many ways being a D/s relationship was much harder than being in a vanilla one.
He had already grabbed his keys and called for the elevator by the time I arrived, it took all I had to convince him that she was in good hands, and that Rose was taking care of her. It broke my heart to see the look in his eyes; they were full of nothing but helplessness and defeat as he conceded by handing me his keys.
She had come to mean so much to him in such a short time.
If only you knew big brother, if only you knew...
Though, I would be the one receiving the punishment for my crimes; I wasn´t acting alone.
Let the record show, I would never throw my silent partner under the bus. Esme´s secret involvement was safe with me! Sometimes, having a very knowing and perceptive mother was a pain in the ass; but I would say, in this instance – where Edward and Bella were concerned – it was definitely a blessing.
There weren´t many secrets that Edward, Emmett and I kept from our parents, truthfully, we all had a close relationship and we could talk to Esme and Carlisle, as well as each other, about anything, she was well aware that Edward and Bella had feelings for each other.
It´s not what you think people; I would never betray my best friend´s confidence, by spilling any of her secrets. Esme found out just like I did ´from the source´ Bella.
Esme was one of those mothers that would walk the halls late at night while her children slept, making sure to double check everything: windows, doors, closets (Emmett).
And I´m talking about when he was in high school here people!
She always made sure her babies didn´t turn into icicles during the course of the night – she was an avid ´tucker´ – always making sure we were covered up to our chins, not too hot or too cold.
Bella and I were notorious for kicking the covers off at night; resulting in us turning into a mass of tangled limbs, seeking out warmth from one another by morning... if Esme wasn´t around to save us.
So, I wasn´t the only one who was privy to her little nocturnal confessions; I would soon learn.
Mom revealed to me her knowledge of Bella´s feelings for Edward, when I tried to get advice on what to do for my hypothetical friend´.
Yeah, that random bullshit didn´t fly with Esme Cullen. She had the ability to sniff it out a mile away.
I was, however, impressed with the advice she gave me for helping out my friend with her situation. I still recalled the wisdom she´d imparted on me standing in the kitchen of our childhood home that day.
¨Sweetheart, the heart can´t help who it loves, neither can we discount people´s feelings because of an age difference. Some people fall in love as early as two or three years old or with people that are several years older than them. Friendships evolve and change as people mature and grow; some may not become a couple until much later on in life, often after several failed or maybe even successful relationships, but if you ask them they will tell you that he or she was always the one.¨ Esme confided. ¨Take your father and I for example, our families have been friends since before we were born; we practically grew up in each other´s homes, but we had other relationships before finding our way back to each other.¨ she confessed looking somewhat embarrassed. ¨However, I always knew that your father was the person I was destined to spend the rest of my life with, but it didn´t happen until it was the right time... when we both were ready.¨ she admitted. She stroked my hair lovingly, the look in her wise and beautiful green eyes, conveying to me the meaning behind her message. ¨Sometimes you have to leave Illinois and go all the way to Washington just to get to New York,¨ she explained as I looked at her quizzically. I had no a clue as to what she was talking about. Smoothing my furrowed brow with the pads of her soft fingertips, Esme explained. ¨Meaning... in life, especially when it comes to matters of the heart, you don´t always take the shortest route, or in this case the most obvious, but ultimately it doesn´t matter which route you take you´ll inevitably end up exactly where you´re supposed to be.¨ As an afterthought she added, ¨so don´t worry, leave them alone for now and you´ll see… Edward and Bella will find their way back to each other. It´s fate,¨ she said softly while exiting the kitchen.
My mouth began to flap open and closed like a fish, I didn´t know what to say. I wondered if Edward had confided his feelings for Bella to mom. Was he into Bella as much as she was into him? When? He was never home? A barely audible ´how´ was the best I could come up with, before just sitting there with my mouth forming a little ´o´ of surprise. I knew my mother would never betray his confidence, but she also knew that I hated to be kept out of the loop.
I sighed; this whole matchmaking mess, was going to cause me to age prematurely.
Alice Cullen at a loss for words?
Who would have thought!
As if her mother´s intuition came with the ability to see through walls, Esme commented as if we were still in the same room. ¨Alice,¨ my mother called from the family room, ¨close your mouth dear, you´re going to catch flies.¨ Her melodious laugh could be heard ringing throughout the house.
I snapped my mouth shut and folded my arms across my chest like a spoiled two-year old; Esme may have won this round, but this was not over by a long shot.
Esme – 1 - Alice – 0
I was brought back to the present, by Bella´s soft whimpering. ¨Please don´t leave me Sir,¨ she sighed becoming a bit restless. I snuggled a bit closer to her body and continued running my fingers through her hair, letting her know subconsciously that she wasn´t alone.
Lying there watching while my friend suffered, from what can only be described as a form of separation anxiety, was breaking my heart. Although it was necessary, this was the part I was dreading... for both of them. I knew that Edward was at home having some of the same feelings; it broke my heart to see the pain and longing in his eyes, outside of the playroom.
I knew that he would never physically hurt me, but the loss of control and the sheer feeling of helplessness radiating from his body, would have moved even the most obdurate of hearts. All I could do was stand there and let him get it out. It wasn´t personal, I knew that it was necessary for his own peace of mind that he be able to express his feelings to someone; I was just glad I was there to be his sounding board.
He was a Dom, after all, and prided himself on how well he was able to take control of a situation; he needed to feel the rush of adrenaline that came along with the relinquished will of his submissive, but that was just a part of it. Without the ability to oversee her aftercare, he felt inadequate, as if in the end he had somehow failed her and the process wasn´t complete. He loved the feeling of being needed.
It could loosely be related to the feeling you got when your partner got off and you´re left hanging; the process wasn´t complete until he took the time to bring her down from her high, with whatever ritual he deemed appropriate for the occasion. The fact that he actually cared for her in more than just a Dom/sub way, just multiplied his feelings of self-loathing.
I sighed as I hugged Bella´s tiny body closer to my own, soon, I thought; soon she would have everything her heart desired. There was no doubt in my mind that once he got over the initial shock; Edward would move heaven and earth to make Bella his. I just prayed that neither one of them let their stubbornness cloud their judgment and that they would just give in to the lifetime of feelings they´ve kept hidden from each other all these years.
My eyes were beginning to feel heavy, when I heard a soft knock on the door. Making sure that Bella was covered; I quietly called for Jasper to come in. ¨It´s open Jazz,¨ I whisper yelled, not wanting to disturb Bella. She stirred slightly, but otherwise continued to sleep.
¨Hey darlin, how´s she doing?¨ he asked quietly studying Bella´s sleeping form.
¨About as best as can be expected,¨ I sighed wearily. ¨You should have seen her Jazzy; it was like she was nothing but an empty shell. She just lay in the tub and sobbed, as Rose and I sat with her while she soaked; the empty look in her eyes was heart breaking. Rose tried to get her to open up about what she was feeling, but she would just whimper softly, asking ´why did Sir leave´; it was extremely painful to watch.¨ No longer able to keep my tears at bay, I leaned into Jasper and buried my face in the crook of his neck, just breathing in his masculine scent; right now I needed the strength and reassurance that only he could provide. ¨Jazzy, please tell me that this wasn´t all in vain... that she´s going to be okay... that they´ll both be okay...¨ I begged, suddenly feeling very unsure of myself.
¨Shh... Baby,¨ Jazz cooed in my ear. ¨I know it´s hard now, but tomorrow, come hell or high water, all of this will be over,¨ he promised. ¨For the record, I don´t think you did anything wrong; your methods may have been non-conventional, but your heart was in the right place.¨ He softly spoke in my ear. ¨Edward and I have been best friends since grade school, I know him better than anyone, from what I saw in his eyes the other day; there is no way Edward will let Bella go when he finds out who she is. Despite the circumstances and how unorthodox the situation is, I´ve never seen him happier. He´s never kept his feelings for her a secret from me, her name yes, but I´ve always known that he was in love with her. I´ve also been privy to the pain he feels at being the odd man out, as confident as he may seem on the outside; he´s always second guessed his decision to remain a Dom, because he feels that he can´t have both... a lover and a submissive.¨ he admitted. ¨Rose,Em, you and me, we´ve all proven to him that it´s possible; he can have it all, a girlfriend and a submissive... all in the same person.¨ he whispered placing a finger under my chin, silently pleading with me to look him in the eyes. The look of love and adoration that shown in them was my undoing; I knew that now wasn´t the time, but I brought my lips to his anyway, needing to find comfort in my rock. He was the only man besides my father and my brothers that I trusted with my life.
I gently swiped my tongue across his bottom lip, silently requesting that I be granted entrance. Never one to abnegate me anything, Jazz parted his lips and allowed my tongue to slide passionately against his.
I tangled my fingers in the thick blond curls at the base of his neck drawing him closer to me; if I could crawl under his skin and make us one, I would, there was no other place I´d rather be than in the arms of this wonderful man, my soul mate. This man was my lover, my Dom, my best friend... my life.
All too quickly, Jazz pulled away burying his face in my hair as we collectively tried to catch our breath. ¨You, Mary Alice Cullen, are the center of my universe. I would be nothing without you,¨ he declared, pulling back to look me in the eye. ¨I love you, Baby.¨
Unable to stifle them, once again tears stained my cheeks. ¨Oh Jazzy, I love you too,¨ I breathed. ¨I don´t know what I would without you.¨
Smiling that cocky grin I loved so much; Jazz placed a chaste, but lingering kiss on my lips. ¨Darlin´, that´s something you will never have to find out.¨ He gently cupped my cheek and whispered sweetly, ¨goodnight sweetheart, I´ll see you in the mornin´.¨
I watched him leave before settling in once again with Bella; tomorrow was going to be a long day, but I hoped we would all come out of it unscathed. Esme was now singing a new tune and all too willing to help the two love birds' ´get their shit together´ as she so delicately put it – little did she know that would be sooner than she thought – so tomorrow would be at best entertaining, if nothing else. Especially, since she had no idea that Edward would be there; let´s see how well Mrs. Esme Cullen works under pressure.
My how times have changed, I thought as sleep finally claimed me.
_FtLoD_
I was running down a long hallway, trying to get to Sir, but always remained just outside my reach. ¨Please, wait!¨ I yelled. Why can´t he hear me? Why doesn´t he stop? Just when I got close enough to grab a hold of his shirt, he vanished completely. I crumbled to the floor and sobbed into the only thing that I had left of him... his shirt. ¨Sir please... don´t leave me,¨ I cried helplessly over and over.
Tiny hands were relentless in their attempts to shake me from my nightmare; I fought off the pull towards reality for as long as I could. I knew that the dawn of a new day would take with it the memories I´d wrestled my subconscious to hold on to all night long.
¨Belly... Belly, wake up sleepyhead,¨ Alice´s overly chirpy voice grated on my eardrums. Failing at any all attempts to get me to rise, she decided to fight dirty. ¨You have another surprise from Sir, but I guess if you don´t want it I´ll...¨ She didn´t have time to finish that thought, because at the mention of Sir´s name; I shot up like a rocket. I had to take a moment to gain my bearings as all the blood rushed to my head, making me dizzy.
¨I´m up!¨ I yelled reaching for the Blackberry. ¨Has he called? Text? Anything?¨
¨Whoa... slow down there Speedy, one thing at a time,¨ she giggled.
I narrowed my eyes at her; this was not a laughing matter. ¨Ali,¨ I huffed. ¨This is not funny!¨ It was then that I noticed that we weren´t alone, there was a young woman standing just inside the opened balcony doors. I quickly snatched the covers up trying to cover my half-naked body, while I eyeballed a very beautiful blond woman who seemed to be unfazed by my confusion.
¨Ma´am are you ready?¨ the beautiful stranger asked.
¨Ready… ready for what?¨ I asked Alice, but kept my eyes on the young woman standing in the doorway.
¨Massages silly, come on,¨ she squealed pulling me from the bed.
¨Alice,¨ I chided, ¨I´m not dressed.¨ I blushed looking down at my skimpy bra and panty set.
Before Alice could respond the beautiful strange spoke. ¨It´s okay ma´am, there´s isn´t anybody here but us.¨ she pointed out to me
That´s when I noticed that the balcony had been covered and elaborately done up to look like a tiny piece paradise.
God who was this man?
And how did I get so lucky to have in my life?
Now if I could just keep him there!
She took advantage of my lack of speech and took the time to introduce herself, ¨by the way, my name is Jane, and it´s a pleasure to meet you pussycat.¨ she winked and let out a girlish giggle as my mouth flew open. ¨Sorry, I just couldn`t help myself, Sir made it clear that this time, no names were to be given. Now let´s get you all pampered up, shall we?¨ She extended her hand to help me situate myself on the table that was placed in front of a gas patio heater.
An hour later I was still moaning and singing praises to Jane; she was definitely a master at her craft, my body felt like Jell-O and amazingly relaxed when she was done.
Alice and I invited her to join us for brunch, as we enjoyed the delicious meal and the Mimosas that had been prepared for us; I was never one to be blown away by a lot of fanfare, but I could definitely get use to Sir treating me like this, especially if I was allowed to reciprocate the gesture.
We laughed and joked like old friends, while I took the time to get to know Jane a little better. The first thing I noticed was that she was totally oblivious to how gorgeous she was, even though she was absolutely stunning with dark blond hair and baby blue eyes; she was neither cocky, nor pretentious, just easy going and down to earth which only made me love her more.
I found it quite refreshing to spend time with her; I actually was starting to consider her a friend. It just made my decision to relocate to Seattle that much greater; I´ve never really had many friends, now I was acquiring them at every turn.
I also learned that her father was the owner of Breaking Dawn and she also was a sub. Ironically, she had been with her Dom Alec, since high school; I found it hard to believe she had been living the lifestyle so long.
She too offered me advice and told me that I was more than welcome to talk to her anytime I needed to; I was grateful to have another objective view into the world of BDSM. There was also a submissive´s group that met at the club twice a month that she and Alice insisted that I should join; I promised to think about and give them an answer later.
The truth was that I was beginning to get a bit antsy, because I´d yet to hear from Sir this morning. Had he changed his mind? Was my little emotional breakdown in the playroom a deal breaker? Did he think I was clingy and too much of a hassle to deal with?
My mind was filled with a barrage of unanswered questions and insecurities, as I tried to keep up with the flow of conversation.
It wasn´t until Jasper informed us that the catering company had returned to clear the patio that we realized we´d been talking for hours. Alice promised Jane as she gathered her equipment to leave that we´d get together soon for lunch; I was actually a little sad to see her go.
I promised to have her over for another one of her magic massages, once I went back to work. The stress of the courtroom and a new law firm was definitely going to require some type of stress relief.
That´s what we have Sir for!
Cue the wet panties!
Okay, then she could work out the kinks that he leaves behind!
Alice being her normal bossy and over-bearing self insisted that I take a nap before dinner; we were being summoned to the big house on Bainbridge Island tonight. Esme insisted that we have a family dinner since we all skipped out, cutting her New Year´s celebration short.
I really wasn´t in the mood to be around anyone tonight, especially my friends, who all knew about what happened last night, but that was inevitable; Esme Cullen would not take no for an answer.
Wanting to escape reality for a while, I took Alice up on her suggestion and crawled into bed. Jane had definitely worked her magic and I wasn´t as gaunt looking as before, but my eyes were still a little puffy from all my crying and the dark circles from my restless night´s sleep had only faded slightly. I placed the refrigerated sleep mask Alice left over my eyes and as soon as my head hit the pillow... sleep claimed me.
_FtLoD_
No sooner than my eyes closed, Alice was back to her bossy ways, ordering me to get into the shower and to use the body and hair products Sir had sent to me. Huh? Why can´t I use my strawberry shampoo? ¨Why Alice,¨ I whined, ¨I want to use my own body wash and shampoo.¨ I didn´t have a problem with the other stuff, the lavender and jasmine was actually quite calming, what I didn´t want to admit though, was that using his stuff would only make the gaping hole in my chest burn more; it was now half past five and I´d yet to get a text or a phone call from him.
What did that mean?
I was terrified of the answer!
¨Look Swan, stop with your bitchin´ and just do what I said,¨ she barked. ¨Trust me, you won´t regret it,¨ she placated with a sly look in her eyes.
What the fuck was she up to?
¨Fine,¨ I huffed slamming the bathroom door, but not before I got a glimpse of the smug ass grin planted firmly on the pixie´s face.
Two and a half hours later I was primped, primed and ready to go. Rosalie had come over to take care of my hair, while Alice did my make-up. As much as I didn´t want to admit it, I was looking and feeling beautiful.
Rose had set my hair with hot curlers and styled it beautifully; she gathered the left side with a stunning Swarovski barrette exposing the creamy skin of my neck and the right side hung in ringlets cascading down my back and right shoulder. My eyes had a smoky look, but they weren´t over-bearing at all; they were just right for me.
I was feeling a bit risqué in my black Herve Leger strapless cocktail dress, which was fitting me like a second skin. I would be lying if I said that the idea of standing before Sir in this sexy ensemble didn´t appeal to me.
The thought of him stripping me down to nothing but my Agent Provocateur lingerie and my Christian Louboutin open-toed heels, all gifts from him, had moisture pooling in the apex of my thighs.
Focus Bella!
You´ve got a family dinner to get through!
I had confided my worries at not hearing from Sir to Alice and Rose, while they played Bella Barbie, but they both assured me that I had nothing to worry about. He probably was thinking that after last night, I was still resting.
Okay, that makes sense; it did get a bit intense towards the end. Maybe he was just giving me time to rest and recuperate.
Silently I agreed with their assumptions, but didn´t quite understand the look they shared. Shaking it off as paranoia, I finished off my ensemble with the jewelry from Tiffany & Co. that Carlisle and Esme had given me for my twenty-first birthday.
The Sterling Silver Return to Tiffany´s heart pendant, matching charm bracelet, ring and a pair of simple heart-shaped earrings, were perfect for me, simple, yet elegant. Esme knew me just as well as she did Alice; ostentatious wasn´t my style.
I grabbed my black Christian Dior wool coat with the fur trim, my black clutch and headed to meet the others. When I entered the family room, I could´ve sworn I heard Emmett mention Edward´s name, but as soon as they noticed me Rose silenced him with a look.
Okay, that was weird!
Wrinkling my brow in confusion, it was becoming painstakingly obvious I wasn´t paranoid. They were keeping something from me, but what? Not liking the feeling of being left out, I decided to try asking first, before I started jumping to conclusions. ¨What are you guys whispering about?¨ I asked no one in particular. ¨Did something happen to Edward?¨ I knew I´d heard them mention his name, even though I was moving on; I still cared, after all, he was still family.
All of their eyes flew to Alice, as if silently electing her as spokesperson. ¨Of course nothing´s happened to Edward and nobody´s whispering,¨ she laughed nervously, ¨especially if you heard Emmett´s big mouth.¨ The disapproving look she shot her brother didn´t escape me, which was odd, because very rarely was she ever angry with Emmett – even when he was being a pain in the ass prankster.
Wanting them to know that I wasn´t a fool, I decided to speak my peace, but otherwise let it go. ¨I have no idea what you all are keeping from me, and at this point, I really don´t give a damn, so if you´re all done with your little secret society meeting, I´d like to just get this fucking night over with.¨ With that I spun on my heel and headed to the garage, leaving four gaping mouths and shocked faces in my wake.
I just love when the courtroom bitch in me comes out, rarely do people ever expect it.
I didn´t have to wait long, until they all came marching out of the house in a single file line. I could tell they were at a loss for words, but the moment was short-lived as Emmett opened his mouth to speak. ¨Damn Belly Boop, that was so fucking hot,¨ he boomed. ¨Are you sure you want to be a sub, because personally, I think you would make one kick ass Domme.¨
I just rolled my eyes as I climbed into the back of Jaspers truck; leave it to Emmett to find humor in any situation. I heard rather than saw Rosalie´s reaction to Emmy´s little compliment. ¨Ow Rosie, fuck... what was that for babe?¨ Emmett cried.
¨For being an idiot,¨ Rose snapped, ¨now get in the fucking truck!¨ I couldn´t help the giggle that escaped my lips as we followed behind Emmett´s Escalade to the ferry that would take to us across to Bainbridge Island.
The ride was mostly quiet, save for the small talk Jasper and I made about the firm. Alice on the other hand was eerily distant the entire ride, only responding to direct questions, but never contributing to the conversation. At one point on the ferry she excused herself to go and talk with Rose and Emmett; I took that opportunity to interrogate Jasper subtly.
¨Okay Whitlock, spill it,¨ that´s your idea of subtle, genius ¨what is the pixie hiding from me?¨ The last time Alice was like this, she gave me a tour of her playroom. Now you see why I´m a bit leery!
¨Why darlin´ whatever do you mean?¨ he asked, laying the Southern charm on thick. Any thicker and my Louboutin´s would be swimming in shit. ¨I have no idea what you´re talking about.¨ he finished giving me a pair of innocent puppy dog eyes.
Damn he must be a force to be reckoned with in the courtroom, no jury in their right mind could side against him, even if he was lying through his pearly white teeth, but I digress. ¨Okay Jazz,¨ I said just a bit too sickly sweet. ¨I see where your loyalties lie, but tell me again,¨ I paused. ¨Who wields the whip in your playroom again?¨
¨Very good Swan,¨ he chuckled, ¨I believe you´ll fit right in at the firm¨ he told me before turning to face the front. Catching my eye in the rear view mirror, ¨and I still don´t know what you´re talking about.¨ he winked as Alice rejoined us in the truck. That was the end of conversation until we pulled up to the beautiful brick home overlooking the Puget Sound.
_FtLoD_
Esme opened the door with Mojo dancing at her feet, looking like a vision of beauty in her emerald green Oscar de la Renta cocktail dress and a pair of gold sequined Christian Louboutin´s. The beautiful tapestry looking material brought out the unique green of her eyes. She squealed with delight in pure Alice fashion as she took us all in. We were certainly a stunning group.
Rosalie was looking like a runway model in a red draped plunge dress that fit her body like a second skin and left her entire back exposed with a pair of red and black Christian Louboutin open-toed pumps.
Alice looked truly magnificent as well, in a Zimmerman original, Ziggy Gathered Bandeau strapless bubble dress; her platinum open-toed half-boot Louboutin´s had Jasper´s mouth watering, when she came downstairs earlier.
The guys were picture perfect gentlemen; Jazz in a pair of dark washed jeans, a black button-down shirt and a gray blazer and Emmett in a gray pinstriped suit with a white and purple striped dress shirt underneath and opened at the collar.
Who knew they could clean up so well?
I took a moment to greet my overly eager little puppy, as he barked and did his little happy dance around my feet. ¨Mojo, come to mommy,¨ I called as I scooped him off the floor and into my waiting arms. ¨Were you a good boy for Grammy Esme?¨ I asked as I nuzzled my nose into his soft fur, it wasn´t until I had him in my arms that I realized I had missed him so much.
¨He was a pleasure as always sweetheart; I swear it´s just like have a child running around the house when he´s here.¨ she admitted lovingly. ¨Carlisle, my babies are here,¨ she gushed taking a moment to give us each a hug and kiss.
Carlisle came strolling into the foyer looking as handsome as ever in a chocolate brown suit with a brown button-down opened at the collar. ¨Esme, I thought you said there were babies here,¨ he joked. ¨The only baby I see is my little Bellarina,¨ he grinned, calling me by my childhood nickname and enveloping me in a warm hug. ¨How are you sweetheart?¨
¨I´m good Daddy C, how about yourself?¨ I asked returning his tight squeeze.
¨Hey,¨ Emmett pouted; ¨I thought I was your baby.¨
¨Jealous much Emmy?¨ I teased poking my tongue at him behind Esme´s back. Carlisle chuckled lightly at our childish antics, some things never changed, no matter how old we got.
¨Emmett, son you haven´t been our baby since you were ten years old and started smelling worse than barnyard animals.¨ Carlisle said, causing us all to laugh uncontrollably. Emmett actually looked hurt, which only made us laugh harder. Tears were starting to glisten in my eyes as I held on to my sides; the look on Emmett´s was priceless.
Kate called out to us from the dining room, signaling that dinner was ready. Esme looped her arm through her pouting son´s and guided Emmett toward the food. ¨Don´t worry sweetheart, you´ll always be mommy´s little boy,¨ she cooed into his ear, ¨even if your feet do smell like something crawled in your sneakers and died.
¨Aww... Ma, not you too,¨ Emmett whined as we made our way to the table.
God I love Mama E!
We carried the light banter into the dining room as we settled ourselves at the table. It wasn´t until Kate had filled my glass from a bottle of 1982 Chateau Mouton Rothschild and I was swirling a sample of the delicious dark liquid in my mouth that I noticed the extra place setting.
I opened my mouth to speak, but before any words could leave; I was rendered speechless.
The past had come back to haunt me.
¨Happy New Year mother... father.¨ The velvet voice coming from behind me a literally took my breath away.
¨Surprise!¨ Alice squealed. The entire table, with the exception of me, Carlisle and Esme, seemed to be in on the surprise.
Was this what all the whispering was about? God, I´m such an idiot! They were just trying to surprise their parents and I jumped to the wrong conclusions.
Carlisle and Esme I get, but why would they keep it a secret from me?
¨Edward, darling,¨ Esme exclaimed. ¨I thought you weren´t coming back until next week?¨ She was on her feet in an instant, wrapping her tiny arms around her oldest son.
I could visibly see his body relax as he melted into his mother´s warm embrace; my mouth watered as I took in the way his clothes hugged the contours of his perfect body.
He was wearing a platinum gray blazer with a black dress shirt underneath and a pair of ass hugging dark washed denim jeans. When he turned around I caught a glimpse of the bronze colored patch of hair peeking out of the top of his shirt; I had to squeeze my thighs together as I openly ogled this beautiful Adonis.
Fuck my life!
Hey, forget about him! We have Sir now! You know your new Dom! You do remember him, don´t you?
Never one to disappoint my inner bitch had to go all Dr. Phil on me and ruin the fucking moment.
I discreetly wiped the drool from my mouth and fidgeted in my seat, playing with an imaginary string hanging from the table cloth.
He had yet to acknowledge my presence; he probably didn´t even remember me. Why does the idea of that cause me physical pain? He made his way around the table greeting everyone in attendance, my breath caught in my throat when I heard him speak my name. ¨Isabella, is that you?¨
Holy shit!
I think I just had an orgasm; the way my name fell from his lips had me once again squeezing my thighs together. ¨Um... Edward, hi.¨ Yeah Swan that was fucking brilliant! What are you twelve?
¨What are you doing here?¨ he asked. ¨I thought you were on your honeymoon? By the way congratulations.¨ For some strange reason, he didn´t sound sincere. Damn... something else for me to obsess over!
My eyes bulged out of my head and there seemed to be a shortage of oxygen in the room, at the mention of my disastrous wedding. Fear gripped me and I had no clue how to respond, I wasn´t ready to tell him.
To tell the truth, I wasn´t ready to tell anybody. Thankfully, Esme picked up on my distress and saved me from further embarrassment. ¨Edward, sit... tell me about the clinic and how you managed to get away so early?¨ Way to change the subject Mama E; God I love that woman.
Gratefully, the conversation shifted, never to return to my sham of a marriage and things flowed smoothly. Kate made a wonderful bread crusted pork tenderloin, accompanied by chestnut potato puree and glazed baby carrots.
Several times throughout dinner, I caught Edward staring at me, but oddly when I looked his way he would quickly avert his gaze in another direction. I swear a couple of times I caught him trying to sniff me. What the fuck was that about? I know I used a different shampoo and soap, but I didn´t think it made me smell bad.
Emmett, ever the court jester, managed to keep the table entertained, well that´s when Esme wasn´t scolding him about his language or Rose wasn´t smacking on the back of the head. No wonder the poor boy was bit Looney; he was suffering from brain damage. Between pro-ball and Rose, he couldn´t catch a break.
We were waiting for dessert to be served and making small talk in individual groups when Esme decided to ask Alice and me about the fashion show. ¨Alice... Bella... I almost forgot,¨ she looked over at Alice and I. ¨How was the fashion show? Did you girls have a good time last night?¨ I damn near choked to death as the wine I was drinking went down the wrong pipe.
Edward gently patted my back and lifted my arm in an attempt to help me catch my breath. ¨Isabella are you okay,¨ he asked patting frantically. The electric current flowing from his hand to my body had me momentarily in a stupor. Why did his touch feel so familiar?
The moment his hand connected with my back something clicked and several things happened at once. Alice jumped from her seat and scrambled from the table, Edward looked deeply into my eyes as if trying to find out the answer to some unknown question, before abruptly leaving the table to follow Alice, and in the midst of all my confusion three sets of guilty eyes rested on me, as the Blackberry started to vibrate in my purse.
My heart stopped and my palms began to sweat; you know like when your mom tells you wait until we get home... yeah, it was that bad. After waiting all day to hear from Sir the moment of truth was finally here. What the fuck do I do now?
Uhh... I don´t know... wise ass... maybe you should... READ THE FUCKING TEXT!
Must I always be the smart one!
Damn... tell me how you really feel?
I looked across the table to my friends, hoping to get some kind of silent moral support, but was met by what can only be described as three extremely guilty expressions.
Now I´m really fucking confused!
I let out a huge breath and excused myself from the table; Alice was nowhere to be found and the three amigos didn´t look like they were going to be any help at all.
I slipped quietly into the family room looking for a little privacy, just in case I freaked out at what the message said. I didn´t realize I´d been followed, until Mojo hoped in lap and nuzzled comfortably into my stomach.
Resigning myself not to fall apart no matter what the message said; I let out a breath I didn´t even know I was holding and opened the text.
Pussycat~ meet me in Carlisle´s office ~ Sir
My eyes nearly popped out of my head; I couldn´t believe what I´d just read. Did that message say what I thought it just said? Surprised by what I read I dropped the phone on the floor as if I´d had been burned. With trembling hands, I bent down to pick it up, only to find the exact same words I read the first time.
I stood on shaky legs and slowly began to make my way down the hall towards Carlisle's office. I felt as if I was walking to my execution and the farther I walked; the longer the hall seemed to get. When I reached the office door; I stood there for a minute, knowing, but not wanting to acknowledge what was on the other side.
I could vaguely make out the muffled voices of Alice and Edward, as they no doubt argued about what she had done. I was numb. I couldn´t believe my best friend would do something like this to me… to Edward? ¨Alice what the fuck were you thinking!¨ Edward shouted. ¨How could you do this to me… to her?¨
¨Edward, I´m sorry, I never intended for either of you to get hurt,¨ she pleaded desperately. ¨She wanted a Dom and I needed someone trustworthy. I couldn´t just let anybody train her!¨ I could hear the tears in her voice and even though I was pissed at her for what she did; it still broke my heart to hear her cry.
¨Damn it Alice,¨ he roared angrily, ¨you just can´t play fucking God with people's lives!¨
Despite the circumstances, the next question had me trembling with fear, but I had to look him in the eye when he answered. ¨Edward,¨ Alice´s voice shook with emotion, ¨are you going to leave her now?¨
I couldn´t stand there another second; I had to see him, look him the eye as he responded to Alice´s question. I threw the door open and was met with a pair of angry jade eyes; the moment our eyes locked, I knew I couldn´t live without him.
Whereas it broke my heart to find out that my relationship with Jacob was a lie; Edward walking out on me would finish the job.
It would literally kill me to lose him now!
His hair was standing up in disarray as he pulled through it furiously; he never looked sexier. The sight of him before me, coupled with the memories of last night in the playroom, had me blushing with embarrassment.
The intensity of his gaze was too much and my body responded to his presence automatically; my head lowered and I clasped my hands behind my back, with my feet shoulder length apart. I caught a glimpse of what looked like pride in his eyes, before I planted my gaze firmly on to the floor. The sound of his sudden intake of breath indicated he was pleased with the way I was presenting myself.
I felt, rather than saw him leave the room and had to battle with myself internally not to move. If this was a test, I was damn sure about to pass. I could feel the tears forming in my eyes, trying to no avail to escape, but fought them back with everything I had within me. I would not break down; I had to prove to him that I was what he needed.
After an eternity of waiting, I felt the familiar electric pull that´s only present when Sir is near me; I flinch slightly, but otherwise didn´t move, when I felt his warm breath fan across my skin. ¨Isabella, come!¨ Hearing my name attached to that one powerful word, had me wanting to explode, without a second thought I turned and followed my Master down the long hallway.
I could hear the clicking of Alice´s heels as she raced to keep up with us. ¨Edward, where are you going?¨ she asked breathlessly, ¨and what am I going to tell mom?¨
Never looking back Edward replied, ¨I don´t know Alice, but – you´re good at making things up – I´m sure you´ll think of something creative.¨ Opening the door and leaving a very stunned Alice behind; I followed Edward out into the night and hopefully the start of something beautiful.
In that very second I knew that I would follow him anywhere... even to the ends of the earth.
I'm dying to know what you guys think... would you just follow Sir into the night too? My answer is 100% hell to the yes! I would follow Sir barefoot and naked to the 'after Christmas sale at Wal-Mart, now you know I love some Domward! Squeeee! Okay my pets, you guys know what to do... leave me some love and Sir may give you a little reward! Until next time... be safe, happy and loved!
Laterzzz:)
~Krazi & Mojo~
xoxo
Rec time!
House of Hope by rbsschess
Human Sexuality by rbsschess
Be My Master - Head Master? by rbsschess
Diamond in the Rough by lmlx8
My Greatest Masterpiece by luvrofink & MarchHare5
Reliquish by luvrofink
Located on the Writer's
Gateway to the Heart by samekraemer
The Adventures of Rusty and Spidey by samekraemer
And don't forget to check out the blog: www(.)fortheloveofdomination(.)blogspot(.)com
That ought to hold you till I get back! lol!
