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**WARNING: PANTILESS IS ALWAYS BEST**
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For the Love of Domination:
Chapter 23
I Am Woman… Hear Me Roar…
BPOV
"Ms. Swan," the petite, middle-aged flight attendant whispered quietly, while shaking my shoulder gently. "We´ve been okayed to land. You´ll need to fasten your seatbelt, ma´am." She went about collecting the remaining napkins and cups that were sitting next to me on the table.
Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I tried to shake off the feeling of disorientation that came with being awakened from a deep sleep. Flying always relaxed me, so it was no surprise to me that I had fallen into such a catatonic state once we were airborne. That, and a good hard fucking, will make anybody pass out.
"Mmm…" I moaned when I felt my girlie parts tingle. The feel of my muscles protesting when I stretched, caused scenes of Edward and me, before I left Seattle, to flash through my mind. I still ached deliciously and there was a lingering fire burning in pit of my stomach from my little office tryst with Edward this morning. I would never be able to look at that place the same after today.
Clearing my throat a little, I petitioned the kind lady, whose name completely escaped me for a bottle of water. "Sorry to trouble you," straining to catch a glimpse of her nametag, "Patty, but could you bring me a bottle of water, please? The colder the better," I smiled, feeling at ease with the friendly stranger.
Normally, Dwyer had their own flight crew, but sometimes when a spur-of-the-moment flight was scheduled, they used a temp agency.
"Of course, Ms. Swan," was her friendly reply. "Can I get you anything else besides the water, ma´am?"
"Oh, no," I quickly responded. "That will be all, thank you."
She moved expertly to the front of the cabin and retrieved a small bottle of water along with a paper coaster and placed them on the table beside me. "If there will be nothing else, I´ll just prepare the cabin for landing and take my seat."
ooOoo
Despite the frigid temperatures, the sky was rather clear when we landed. I was extremely thankful for the private jet; because landing at the Dwyer hanger meant that I didn´t have to fight my way through the crowded airport.
Feeling like a celebrity, I threw on a large pair of Dolce and Gabbana shades, and was whisked by security into a waiting large black SUV. The drive to my parents´ house on Park Avenue could be quite long at this time of day, so, I decided to pop in my ear buds and use the forty-five minute ride to prepare for the hurricane that was my mother.
Flipping through one of my many playlists, I smiled when I came across the one labeled Edward´s Girl. My heart fluttered at the thought of my Master. I knew that if I said that out loud before Edward gave me permission to do so that I would be punished, but in my mind that´s who he was, and always would be.
Edward was my Master!
And I couldn't wait until he made it official!
Lost in my thoughts, I was startled when the driver spoke to me through the intercom. "Ms. Swan," the driver called through the speaker. "I´m sorry to disturb you ma´am, but I have a Mr. Cullen on the line, and he wishes to speak with you. Would you like me to patch him through?"
Mr. Cullen?
Frowning, I wondered why Edward would call the car instead of just calling my cell phone directly. How did he even know the number? Digging through the bottomless pit Alice deemed a purse I tried to locate my cell; it took me several minutes before I was able to find the damn thing. But once I did, I discovered exactly why he hadn´t called me.
Fuck me, it was still off!
I had forgotten to turn it on when we landed at the airport. "Oh God," I groaned looking at my watch. It had been roughly twenty-five minutes since we´d touched down. Edward must be worried sick about me! No wonder he was calling the car service! My phone, which had come to life, beeped, making me jump. I had over fifteen missed calls, and five text messages, all from Edward!
Oh shit!
I had broken one of his major rules!
When we´d gone over our limits and his list of rules, he was very adamant about being able to get in contact with me at all times! God, how could I be so stupid! I went into full panic mode, knowing that I would be punished for my disregard of his rules. Not entirely sure what I should do, I just sat there, dumbfounded. "Uhh…Ms. Swan," the driver called nervously. "Would you like me to put the call through?" My mouth opened and closed several times, and I´m sure I looked like a complete idiot, but I had no idea what to say.
For starters, you can tell him to put Edward´s call through, my snarky conscience suggested.
Yeah, I could do that, but then what?
Duh…how about you say hello!
Damn girl, do I have to think of everything? My conscience griped.
Technically, since the battle is internal, I am thinking of everything!
So not helping here, Swan!
Snarky bitch!
In true professionalism, the driver remained silent for the duration of my micro-mini meltdown; I had no doubt that he thought I was a few nuts short of a Payday. I would have to remember to give him a nice tip when he dropped me off later. Of course, at the moment, I was inclined to agree with him wholeheartedly, I was just glad that the privacy glass kept me from seeing just how crazy he really thought I was.
In an attempt to redeem myself, I opened my mouth to respond, but instead let out a shrill squeak when my phone started playing Rihanna´s S&M and a picture of Edward lying in bed, with nothing on but his reading glasses and a pair of thin pajama pants on, flashed across the screen. Immediately, my mind fell into the gutter!
Damn it, Bella, focus!
Here goes nothing, I thought as I tapped the intimidating green answer button that seemed to be taunting me.
Before I could get a word out of my mouth, Edward´s furious voice came across the line. "Isabella," he barked angrily. "Do you have any idea how fucking worried I´ve been about you?" His voice sounded strained, and I didn't have to be there to know that he was pinching the bridge of his nose and tugging his hair like a madman.
It also didn´t escape me that he´d called me Isabella. If I had any question about who I was speaking to, that was no longer the case. "I´m sorry, Sir," I whispered quietly, easing into my submissive persona. "I forgot to turn it on when we landed." I cringed at the low, deep growl that emitted from Edward´s chest.
"Isabella, need I remind you how you are to answer me?"
Damn it! Get it the fuck together, Swan! I internally scolded myself for being so stupid.
I took a deep breath to center myself and answered again. "No, Sir," I replied a little more confidently. "This girl does not need to be reminded, she would, however, like to apologize for her carelessness." I sucked in a ragged breath, and released it before continuing. "This girl did not mean to cause you to worry unnecessarily. She would never intentionally break your rules, Sir. She only hopes that you will forgive her, and she promises to be more aware next time."
"Apology accepted, pet," Master responded, letting what sounded like a sigh of relief pass through his lips. I really felt terrible for worrying him. I was lamenting internally, when Master spoke again. "Just know that I do not take your blatant disregard for my rules lightly, they are put in place for a reason! I must be able to reach you at all times. Know that I will be dealing with this matter further when you return to me on Friday."
"Y-yes, S-sir," I sniffled pitifully. My whole body slumped and my mood plummeted at his words, which I knew translated to punishment. Never in my life had I felt like such a failure. Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes, and I fought with all my might to keep them at bay.
The silence that loomed over the phone line was deafening. My Master was disappointed in me; he had every right to be, but it still hurt nonetheless. I knew that I should have called or sent him a text as soon as we landed. But no, I was too busy fantasizing about being fucked over my desk.
God, I´m such an idiot!
"Isabella," it wasn´t until Master called my name did I realize that I´d just been holding the phone.
My entire body flushed with embarrassment. "Y-yes, Sir," I responded meekly. I was just digging a deeper hole for myself, by dwelling on my needs and not Master´s.
"Focus," he snapped at me in irritation. "You will make mistakes. You will break the rules. You. Will. Be. Punished! Each word was punctuated, and seemed to be etched in stone.
Was he expecting me to fuck up?
It wasn´t long before I was receiving an answer to my unasked question. "As harsh as it may seem, that is just the way it is." Master didn´t sound angry, just very matter-of-fact. "That, my sweet pussycat, is the way of the world. There is no need to second-guess yourself; I don't expect you to be perfect. Consider it lesson learned. Friday, you will be punished, and we will put this behind us. Understood?" he asked in finality.
"Yes, Sir," was my resolute response.
"Now, one final order of business and then we´ll move on," he announced with a serious tone. "I´ve thought about it, and I don´t see why I have to suffer, just because you have been summoned to New York by your mother." He spat the word summoned as if it left a bad taste in his mouth. We were definitely on the same page when it came to that! "I´ve decided that we will keep our Wednesday usual in place, unless you foresee a problem. Will there be a problem, pussycat?"
Not when he said it like that!
I swear to all that´s holy, I just ruined my panties!
Again!
There was no way in hell that I was going to pass up an opportunity to serve my master, and redeem myself. "No, Sir," I replied confidently without taking the time to over think things. "This girl wants nothing more than to please you. It would be an honor to serve you tomorrow in any capacity you deem fit, Sir." Internally, I was doing a fucking happy dance.
I didn´t know, nor did I particularly care about how he was going to pull off playtime while on the other side of the United States, but I was definitely up for the challenge. Suddenly, flashbacks of Christmas Eve, and Edward commanding my body all the way from Switzerland assaulted my mind; I may or may not have whimpered.
I´ll never tell!
"Smart choice, Isabella," he said, and I could hear the cockiness in his voice. "Now that we have gotten that out of the way, how was your trip, my beautiful Bella?"
I was officially a puddle of goo!
Edward´s velvety smooth voice wrapped around me like a silk scarf as he made the minute transition from my Dom to my loving boyfriend. How the fuck did I get so lucky? I had everything I could ever want or need, all wrapped up in one sexy-ass package!
"It was okay," I responded, twirling a piece of my hair like a lovesick teenager crushing on the star quarterback. "It would have been a lot better if I could have taken my sexy boyfriend along with me." The fact that I was pouting must have been evident in my voice, because Edward let out a low chuckle.
"Aww…what´s the matter baby," Edward cooed slyly. "You wanted to join the mile-high club?" My blood boiled at just the thought of Edward taking me on an airplane.
"Arrgghh," I growled out in sexual frustration. He was fucking with me, and enjoying every minute of it. Especially, since he knew that my body was no longer my own. My filter must have malfunctioned due to the spike in arousal, because the next words that flew from my mouth were totally unexpected.
By both parties involved!
"Well, let´s see how you would like it if I fucked you 6-ways to Sunday, and then put you on an airplane headed across the country! Not-to-mention, forbade you to touch that delicious cock of yours so you could get off! See if you like it!" By the time I´d finished my rant, my chest was heaving and I was out of breath.
"Fuck, Bella," Edward´s raspy voice growled into my ear. "You can´t say shit like that to me, when it feels like you´re fucking light years away from me! I´ve got rounds starting in a few minutes, but, first, I need to take care of a very large problem. And guess who´s going to stay on the phone and listen while I do?" he growled out huskily.
I was fucking speechless!
True to his word, Edward got off while I listened. And boy, was it something to hear! I wormed and squirmed in my seat, envisioning the beauty that´s Edward´s cum face. The way his stomach muscles tightened and rippled while the pleasure wracked through his body was a glorious vision.
My pussy ached at the thought of his hot cum spewing all over his hand and stomach. Liquid pooled between my legs, and my mouth watered. A deep seeded longing burned in the depths of my core, wanting, no, needing to lick it up.
Fuck!
Why did Renee have to ruin things!
Why couldn´t she just come to Seattle?
Damn it to hell! I thoughtjust as Edward growled my name. He had no doubt just reached his peak.
Once Edward´s breathing slowed, he told me "Thanks for listening", and "Love you". I had no clue as to why he was thanking me. I was so fucking sexually frustrated that I was sure I would combust, if I didn´t get a release soon. All that went to hell in a hand basket, just as Dr. Domward made another appearance. "Oh and Isabella," Edward said snidely. "I´m sure I don´t have to remind who that sweet little pussy between your legs belongs to." I rolled my eyes, even though I knew he couldn't see me. "No touching, naughty girl." And with those last parting words, the line went dead.
ooOoo
"Mi hija," Carmen greeted me in her thick Cuban accent as she enveloped me in a motherly embrace. Carmen Rodriguez had been my parents´ cook/maid for as long as I could remember. Having no family in the United States, I was the apple of her eye.
Her querida!
"Carmen," I squealed, breathing in her sweet cinnamon and brown sugar scent. "It is so good to see you!" I said, pulling back to get a good look at my friend. "Are my parents´ home?" I could tell by the twinkle in her eyes that she knew exactly why I was here.
Carmen opened her mouth to respond, but was interrupted by an angry shout coming from somewhere in the vicinity of the family room. "Isabella Marie Swan-Black, get your ass in here!"
Oh no, she did not just full name me!
Not only did she full name you, my snarky-ass conscience kindly pointed out. But she used his ugly-ass name also! She was sitting on a beach lounger, nonchalantly rubbing suntan lotion all over her legs.
Bitch!
I was snapped out of my haze when Carmen spoke. "Listen to me, don´t let her change your mind, querida," she insisted in a hushed tone. "I see the television, you are happy with Mr. Edward." She looked around the vast kitchen in search of prying ears. Tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear, she cupped my cheek. "Siempre fue el, cariño, el es tu destino…recuerdas eso mi hija." She gave me a swift pat on the butt and pushed me towards the door. "Now go, you don´t want to upset your mother," she chuckled and gave me a sly wink as I headed out the door.
Walking down the long ornate hallway, I felt like an inmate headed to death row. Stopping outside of my mother´s sun room, I squared my shoulders and took a deep breath, preparing myself for the battle of the century. "Well, are you going to just stand there biting your lip, or are you going to come in here and explain to me why the hell I had to find out that you were no longer married and living in Washington on TV?"
Well, here goes nothing!
My mother hated when I chewed on my lip. She said it was the one thing that I inherited from my father that drove her nuts. Most times, I did it just to annoy her. Rolling my eyes was another one of her pet peeves, so I made sure that I didn´t disappoint when I entered the room and my eyes went heavenward. After all, a lady never rolls her eyes!
Pfft…bite me!
"Really, Isabella," my mother snapped with annoyance. "Must you be so childish?"
"Well, I don´t know, mom," I replied in a snappish tone. "You did just order me to come here like I´m a fucking two-year-old or something. I´m just doing what I thought was expected of me!" I could feel myself becoming upset, and took a deep breath in order to calm down.
"You will watch your language when speaking to me, young lady," my mother warned. "I will not have you disrespecting me in my house!"
"That´s fine by me," I retorted with just as much fire as I plopped down on the nearest chair. "You´re the one who ordered me here," gesticulating between us, "I would have much rather disrespected you from home!" I fought it, but the cocky smirk I was holding back made its way back to my face.
Renee just simply glared; I could almost see the proverbial smoke coming from her ears.
Bella – 1, Renee – 0
After what seemed like an eternity of just staring heatedly at one another, Renee finally thawed, sighing in exasperation. "Bella, I don´t understand," she gave me a pleading look. "I thought that you were happy with Jacob. Please," she begged, eyes filled with concern. "Tell me what happened." I had never seen my mother look so desperate for answers before. Normally, she was so self-absorbed in her own affairs that she didn´t have time to even notice, much less inquire into the lives of others. I could tell by the look in her eyes that she was sincere.
Running my fingers through my disheveled hair, I let out a long, slow breath. Where to begin? Feeling like the beginning was as good as any place to start; I dove into the sorted tale of my short-lived marriage to Jacob Black.
Needless to say, Renee was beyond pissed by the time I finished. She sat there rocking me in her arms, while I cried myself to sleep. I´m beyond happy now, but I´d had to endure a shitload of pain to get there! Suffice it to say that William Black would be hearing from my parents. It was a good thing that Jacob was somewhere on the West Coast right now, because my step-father would have caused him severe bodily harm.
I awoke a few hours later to the biggest surprise of my life, a mother that was attentive and concerned with my well-being. Renee had gone from the self-centered, flighty socialite, to the caring and loving mother that I had always dreamed of having. After checking in with Edward, Renee and I spent the rest of the day and the better part of the night catching up.
Turns out that she approved of Edward, and the only reason she was upset about the whole Jacob fiasco was because I didn't bother to fill her in on what I was going through. Phil, on the other hand, was not as calm. He planned to make it his dying mission to ruin William Black and his son. Looks like ten million dollars wasn´t the only thing that they would be paying.
I was shocked to later learn that my mother had spoken to Esme, and was planning a trip to Seattle to visit her old friend. Neither one of the two women were fooling me, they were on a mission, of that I was certain. Those two wouldn´t dream of passing up an opportunity to meddle in their kids' lives, where they found the time to engage in such debauchery was beyond me. I decided that, for now, I´d let Renee have her fun.
ooOoo
The buzzing of my phone caused me to stir. I was having the most delightful dream, but it was doing nothing to sate my arousal. If anything, things were just getting progressively worse. Glad for the distraction, I rolled over and grabbed my phone from the bedside table.
"A text from Edward," I squealed, kicking my feet under the covers like a little girl on Christmas morning. Unable to contain myself, I swiftly unlocked the screen to see what he´d sent.
Bella – Good morning, my beautiful angel! I hoped that you were able to get some rest, and that you and Renee have patched things up. Just want you to know that I´m taking really good care of our babies! We miss you and we love you! – Edward
Immediately following the text were several pictures of Marley and Mojo in various poses. My absolute favorite was the one of Marley peeking out of Edward´s shorts as he sat on the toilet. Morbid, I know, but it warmed my heart to see that they were getting so close. It wasn´t that long ago, when Edward and Mojo weren´t seeing eye-to-eye, but now they were as thick as thieves.
I quickly shot back a reply, and then jumped in the shower. Renee had made us appointments at one of my favorite spas, and I was beyond excited. Although Renee and I had many mother-daughter days like this in the past, this one somehow felt like the start of her seeing me as an adult, and allowing me to come into my own. It was a rite of passage, so-to-speak, and I couldn´t have been happier to be sharing it with her.
First, Charlie, and, now, Renee, my family dynamic was changing, and it was all for the better. No longer was I envious of the way the Cullen´s were with each other, my family was shaping up to be just as awesome as their own family.
Spa day was amazing, and I was feeling more than a little pampered. We´d had facials, manicures, pedicures, mud baths, and we were still were far from done. After lunch we´d be off to have massages, waxing, and haircuts. As much as I was enjoying the royal treatment, I dared not let it go to my head.
The fact that my body was no longer my own, was always at the forefront of my mind. That´s why I asked the girl who would be waxing me to give me a minute to decide what I would be having done. I shot Edward a quick text asking him what he wanted me to get done. I knew it was a long shot, since he was probably already at the hospital.
Sir – This girl was taken to the spa by her mother, and she would like to know if you want her waxed bare or is the landing strip to remain? Since this is Sir´s pussy, this girl´s only desire is to please him and do what he would have me to do. – Pet
I think I may have had time to take one breath and release it before my phone was buzzing again.
Pet – Isabella, you never cease to amaze me. You please your Master greatly when you put his needs and wants before your own. Yes, you read it correctly, Master, but that is something we will discuss more when you get back. As for the answer to your question, I would like for the strip to remain for now. I´ve actually grown quite fond of it, enjoy your day. Don´t be late, pet! – Master
Sir – Thank you, Sir! – Pet
My heart was slamming in my chest as I replied to Edward, no, my Master´s text. I couldn´t fucking believe that Edward was planning on collaring me. And so soon! My fingers itched to type Master in my reply, but I knew that I had not been given official clearance to do so.
Calling him that without his permission would definitely add to my already impending punishment. No fucking thank you, I did not want to add fuel to that already blazing fire! A soft knock on the door pulled me out of my haze. "Come in," I called to the young lady that was outside waiting.
ooOoo
I gave my mother a kiss on the cheek, and exited the car with a promise to meet her at the gym in the morning for yoga. We´d done a bit of shopping after the spa, and when he saw my bags, George made a beeline straight for me. "Hey George," I greeted the elderly doorman with a one-armed hug. "Did you miss me as much as I missed you?"
"You know I did," he grinned excitedly. Looking around my feet and at the bags in my hands, George scratched his head in confusion. "Hey, where´s my little buddy, Mojo?"
I couldn´t help the grin that spread across my face. George was always kind enough to walk Mojo and make sure he had enough food and water during the day and on the nights that I worked late. He and his wife, Ethel on several occasions had been kind enough to keep Mojo at their place while I attended some lame social function. As much as I loved living in Seattle, I was going to miss George and his wife, Ethel, the most.
"It was a spur of the moment trip," I explained breathlessly. "So, I left him back in Seattle with my boyfriend and his new girlfriend." Shock registered on George´s face when I said the word boyfriend. As far as the great people of New York knew, I was still happily married to one Mr. Jacob Black.
Not wanting to get into it, I headed for the open lobby door. Stopping just inside, I looked back at George, and gave him a confident smile. "It didn´t work out," I shrugged nonchalantly. "And I couldn´t be happier!" I let out a girlish giggle as I left my old friend gaping like a fish in the doorway, he could draw his own conclusions from that!
Standing outside of my apartment, I took a few moments to get in the right frame of mind. Glancing at my phone, I had about twenty minutes to get into position and await further instruction. A swarm of angry butterflies filled my stomach, suddenly, I was overwrought with nervousness.
Once again, I looked down at my phone, only to discover that I´d wasted almost ten minutes. "Don´t be a coward," I told myself harshly. "Don´t. Be. A. Coward! This is Edward, my Master, I trust him implicitly." Another minute or two of trying to psyche myself up, and I walked through the door. Time was of the essence, so there was no time to reacquaint myself with my condo. There would be plenty of time for that later.
Dropping my bags by the door, I didn´t waste any time stripping out of my clothes. I was not given any specifics concerning my hair, so I quickly pulled it up into a high ponytail. With mere seconds to spare, I fell to my knees just outside my bedroom door as per Master´s instruction.
The anticipation of what was to come was rolling off of me in waves. I had no idea what my Master had in store for me, but I knew that I would enjoy every minute of it. Letting my lids flutter closed, I breathed deeply, searching for the place that no one other than the one who owns me and me; can go. I felt the exact moment that I´d succumbed to my Master´s will.
ooOoo
God, I felt so exposed!
Lying with my ass positioned at the foot of the bed with a spreader bar hooked to the cuffs on my ankles, which are locked into the chain dangling from the metal bar over the bed. Never have I felt so fucking open and aroused in all my life.
Once I´d hooked the cuffs and spreader bar as Master had instructed me to, my legs were hoisted in the air by a pulley that Master was controlling. Just the mere thought of him going to such great lengths to keep our regularly scheduled playtime, was making me pant heavily. The sounds of Master´s breathing echoed throughout the room; it´s almost as if I can feel it, warm and inviting, wafting over my heated flesh.
I was feeling like such a needy bitch!
"Look at you, girl," Master hummed in approval on the television screen. "All wet and needy for me, I can smell your pussy from all the way over here!" I knew that was impossible, but nevertheless, it still turned me on.
"Hmm…what shall I do with my naughty pussycat this evening?" He mused in a rhetorical sort of way. "Should I turn her ass and pussy a beautiful shade of red for teasing me so? Or, for being such a little fucking cocktease? Should I fuck you with my big cock and not let you cum? Decisions, decisions, decisions…" It was becoming more and more difficult not to squirm. Master had ordered me to keep still, but fuck…this was torture!
I´m not going to lie, initially, when Master´s voice sounded in my apartment, I nearly had a heart attack. Never in a million years did I think that he would go to such great lengths to keep our playtime. Thinking that being able to hear him was my only surprise, I nearly lost my shit when I saw the set up in my bedroom.
Master gave me a very brief moment to acclimate myself to my surroundings, but then ordered me on to the bed for my inspection. God, I felt so, vulnerable as I held my labia open, and fingered my clit for his viewing pleasure. As hot and erotic as that was, it didn´t hold a candle to my anal inspection.
Per Master´s orders, I had to get on all fours and present my ass to him properly. Following his instructions, I´d been faithful at wearing my anal plug, and today was no different. Well, maybe a little…I´d picked up a tiny surprise for Master yesterday, and I´d put it on right before Renee and I left the spa.
To say that I was nervous about him seeing it was an understatement!
I was fucking petrified!
This could go one of two ways, and I was so hoping that it would be in my favor. I didn´t know if he would be angry because I didn´t seek his approval or not. So when the moment of truth arrived, my legs shook as I got into position.
"Well, well, well," Master spoke in a tight voice. "What do we have here? I don´t recall buying this for you; what do you have to say for yourself, Isabella?"
"U-uh…Sir," I stammered nervously. "Your girl thought that she would surprise you with it. D-do you like it?" I don´t think I took a single breath as I waited for his response.
Ignoring my question, he asked a few more of his own. "Was there something wrong with the one I bought for you? Was it not good enough for my little naughty slut? Why did you feel the need to buy this anal plug, Isabella?"
Okay, this is so not how I expected this to go!
Going over my response in my head, I chose my words carefully. "No, Sir!" I said, my voice jumping a few octaves. Edward provided me with nothing but the best, so, I would never want him to think that his things weren´t good enough for me. Truth was; I bought it because it was pretty. Plain and simple! Although, I hated to admit it, I told him just that. "Sir, this girl is very well cared for. Her Dom gives her nothing but the best of everything." Blowing out a huge breath, I made my confession, "The truth is that your girl thought it was pretty, and she thought that you might like it." My head fell as did my shoulders with the weight of my confession. Though somewhat small and insignificant, his approval over this meant a lot to me.
"Pretty," chuckling humorlessly, "you thought that it was fucking pretty? Well then, my sweet little pussycat, show me how you would finger your pussy with such a pretty plug filling up your asshole!" Not thinking twice about it, I placed my hand between my opened legs, taking one finger, I slid it in and out of my dripping hole.
Over and over, I fucked myself with my middle finger. Tormenting and torturing myself to no avail. Fuck, one finger! One fucking finger! That shit was nothing compared to the monster-sized cock my Master had! This was like drinking a bottle of water, one fucking drop at a time. No matter how many fucking drops you got, they were never enough to quench your thirst!
Insane with need, I took a chance and ground my pelvis into my palm. I was dying, and in need of some type of friction. My mind was hazy, and the only thing I was able to focus on was the finger moving in and out of my pussy and the arousal dripping like a faucet down my hand.
Rule of thumb, always pay attention to your surroundings, trust me, in the end, you´ll be glad you did. Guttural sounds and deep moans were coming from my lips, and I was putting on quite the performance.
My audience all but forgotten, I was on a mission!
Until out of nowhere, thwack…thwack…thwack! When the thin fiberglass paddle connected with my ass, I immediately remembered my place. Fuck that shit stung! Embarrassed, my body turned several different shades of red before settling on the crimson that was now covering the expanse of my flesh.
"I see now that I´m going to have to remind my greedy little slut, just whose pussy that is," Master threatened from behind me. "Hands clasped behind your head, torso down, and ass in the air now," he barked out orders in quick succession.
There was absolutely no hesitation on my part as I moved into position. "Fuck, your pussy is dripping like a faucet, pussycat" Master growled through clenched teeth. "Let´s see how much my needy pussy leaks after I turn that pert little ass of yours a nice shade of red," he mused rhetorically. "Five warm-ups and then ten more, I´m feeling rather generous this evening, not one word aside from counting and thanking me for my generosity! Do I make myself clear, pussycat?"
The way his voice caressed my flesh made me feel as if he was really standing in the room, this only intensified my need to please him. In a voice full of fire and determination, I responded with a "Yes, Sir!"
Steeling myself for the first blow, I let out a whoosh of air as the paddle connected with the fleshy part of my ass. "One…thank you, Sir!" I wasted no time in showing my Master my gratitude. This continued on much the same, until the last sound resonated off of my tingling ass cheeks. "F-f-fifteen…thank you…Sirrrrrrr…" I squealed in a high-pitched voice.
By the time the paddle struck me for the last time tears were silently streaming down my heated cheeks. My ass was on fire, but my pussy was throbbing making it less of a distraction. I was so fucking wet, that it was boarding on uncomfortable.
"Damn, pussycat," Master´s husky voice sounded throughout the room. "My needy pussy has made quite the mess. Looks like my little pet likes to get her ass spanked."
I could hear a faint rustling in the background, if I had to guess, I would say that Master was touching himself. Internally, I was fist-pumping, while my face shone with a cocky grin. My heart filled with pride, knowing that it was my body that Master craved.
"Isabella!" Master´s angry voice brought me out of my daydream, and back to the present. "What color are we?"
"Green, Sir, very green," I panted. Grateful, that I was somewhat paying attention when he´d instructed me to hold on to the bar attached to my headboard, I tightened my grip, knowing that I´d have hell to pay if I let go.
"Remember, naughty girl," sounding almost menacing, "if you let go of that bar, you will not cum. So, I suggest you tighten your grip, it´s going to be a rough ride. And I want to hear you! As a matter of fact, I want all of fucking New York to hear just how much you like having my fucking dick in that needy cunt of yours!"
A low deep keening bubbled up form my chest at his words, I couldn´t help but squirm at the thought of Edward somehow appearing in my bedroom right now. "Mmm…" I mewled in quite a needy fashion. I couldn´t stop myself from looking toward the door of my bedroom in longing, was he really here? Had my Master flown to New York to surprise me?
Never one to miss a thing, Master´s dark chuckle resonated loudly in my ears. "My goodness, pussycat," Master taunted me mercilessly. "The mere mention of my cock has you all up in arms. Are you hungry for my cock, girl? Do want my big dick to fill my tight little pussy?"
"Mmmhmm…" I whimpered, frowning in frustration. With the spreader bar keeping my legs from closing, I was left open, aching, and desperately in need of some serious friction.
"Isabella!" His voice rang out with such authority, equivalent to that of a reprimanding slap to my pussy. My body jolted as if it had been shocked. "If you can´t answer a simple fucking question," Master barked in irritation, "then you don´t deserve my cock!"
That got my fucking attention!
"Please, Sir," I begged shamelessly as tears of frustration threatened to fall from my eyes. "Your girl is hungry, so hungry for your cock! Please, Sir," begging through my tears, "may this girl have your cock inside her pussy?"
"That´s my girl," Master praised proudly. "Tonight, I have something special for my little wanton slut." He was being very cryptic, but I could give less than two good fucks if he was going to give me any type of relief. "As you know, I am a very jealous man and the thought of another cock filling my pussy, plastic or otherwise, just didn't sit well with me. So, I took the liberty of making a mold of my cock and had it shipped overnight to New York. That fucking pussy is mine, and only my cock will be fucking it."
"Ungh…" I groaned, fighting the urge to let go of the bar and touch myself.
"Christ, pussycat," Master breathed out huskily. "We don´t even need any lube, you´re so fucking wet for me, girl."
Without warning, the fucking machine hummed to life, and I was crying out from being impaled by the replica of my Master´s cock. "Huh…" I sucked in a ragged breath, arching my torso completely off of the bed.
I did all of this while managing to maintain a death grip on the bar, but just barely. The feeling of being so full was only intensified by the slow, steady thrusts of the machine. A violent shiver ran the length of my entire body, and my internal walls quivered with my building need to release.
Reading my body like a well-worn novel, Master clucked his tongue. "Ah, ah aaa…pussycat," he drawled breathily. "I am nowhere near finished with you. You better not fucking cum until I tell you to." With my eye squeezed tightly shut, I fought with everything that was within me to ignore the burning embers as Master´s cock stroked languidly in and out of me.
To say that this was sweet fucking torture would be an understatement! And just when I thought I was going to lose my mind, a vibration centered directly on my swollen pleasure nub caused my grip to falter slightly. As quickly as I could, I readjusted my hands and recovered my hold on the offending object, but not before Master´s keen eye picked up on my mishap.
"Careful, Isabella," rang out Master´s velvety voice, full of condescension. "You don´t want to let go of that bar, pussycat."
The vibrating wand that seemed to materialize out of thin fucking air was doing nothing but teasing me. It must have been set on aggravation, because that´s all the fuck it was doing to me. My eyes were still slammed shut, but I didn´t need to see it to know what it was. Only a fucking magic wand could be causing me this much torture.
In…out…
Buzzz…
In…out…
Buzzz…
In…out…
Buzzz…
The torture to my poor body was endless!
Sweat poured from my body and little hairs that had come loose from my ponytail were sticking to my forehead. Between both the fucking machine and the wand, I still wasn´t getting the relief that my body so desperately needed…fucking craved!
Having about all I could stand, I cried out, "Oh God! Please, Sir! More…this girl needs more!" Tears of frustration and agony fell from my eyes as I pleaded with my Master to set me free.
My chest heaved and my lungs burned as if I was on a 5k run. "Please, Sir please may your girl cum," I pleaded between broken sobs.
"Not yet," came his strained response. I choked out a relieved sigh, because I knew that by the strain of his voice that he was touching himself.
Won´t be long now, I thought, willing myself to hold on just a little while longer.
Much to my surprise, Master´s cock began to fuck me in earnest, while the setting on the wand was amped up to almost unbearable. "Motherfucking…aaa…holy hell!" I screamed loudly at the onslaught of so much sensation that I was certain that all of Manhattan could hear my cries. "Fuck yes…yes…yes…Oh my God! P-p-please, S-sirrrr…" I let out on a half-moan, half-cry, half-scream.
I was literally beside myself with need, twisting this way and that, but never loosening my hold on that goddamn bar. "Fuck, pussycat," Master moaned. "I´m so fucking close, girl…ungh…ungh…motherfuck! Arrgghhh…" he growled, no doubt erupting and shooting his hot thick seed all over his stomach. "Fuck, pussycat…cum!"
He didn´t have to tell me motherfucking twice!
Pumping me on to the finish line, Master´s cock thrust into me once…twice…three more times, and my pussy erupted like Mt. Vesuvius! "Uhhh…Masterrrrrrr!"
Master!
Opps…
Ever have one of those moments where you can see something happening, know that it shouldn´t, but you´re absolutely powerless to stop it. Well, folks, that´s exactly what happened as I screamed in a high-pitched squeal and what felt like buckets of liquid squirted from my body.
I really hope this shit´s waterproof, or Edward just might have to forfeit his deposit!
ooOoo
Beep…beep…beep…
"What the fuck," I growled voice gravely with sleep. My head was buried under the pillow like an ostrich, but the annoying sound of my alarm was still coming through loud and clear.
Achy muscles protested as I reached across the bed to put an end to my torture. My body was so sore that even the ends of my hair ached. I couldn't stop the wicked grin that plastered itself across my face at the remembrance of how I got that way.
Cracking open one eye, my entire body flushed with heat when I zeroed in on the fucking machine. Flashbacks of last night hit me like a Mac truck. Groaning, I dragged my poor body from the comfort of my bed and into the shower, but not before I let my fingers skim across the shiny silver box that housed the replica of Edward´s amazing cock.
Just remembering the way it felt to be filled by such an amazing piece of art had my girlie bits tingling. I couldn't wait to get home to the real thing, I thought as I showered and dressed for the day. I stifled a moan, and had to fight off my internal hussy when I sank the lubed-up butt plug deep in the tightness of my ass. Once it was seated and I was comfortable, I moaned.
Looking at the clock, I groaned. I really didn´t feel like going to the gym today, but I knew that Renee wouldn´t take no for an answer. Grabbing my bag, I reluctantly headed downstairs. Not surprisingly, my mother was already there waiting in the back of her chauffeured SUV, sipping on a Chai Tea from Starbucks.
"Mother," I threw out grumpily.
"Well good morning to you too, Sunshine," Renee chirped. "What´s the matter with you, did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?"
Slumping in farther down into my seat, and pushing up my over-sized Gucci shades, "Mmm…" was my astute reply.
I must have dozed for a minute, because the next thing I knew my mother was shaking me awake. "Did you hear what I said, Isabella?"
"Huh? What?" I shook my head, trying desperately to regain my bearings. Once I eventually got the sand out of my eyes, and was able to focus, I looked around in confusion-
This isn´t the gym?
"I said," Renee spoke slowly, as if I was borderline retarded. "Go home to your man! It´s obvious, you don´t want to be here!"
Internally, I was doing a happy dance, but on the outside, I was trying to avoid hurting my mother´s feelings. "But Mom," I started, only to be cut off by Renee speaking again.
"Oh hush, now," she scolded playfully. "I was young and in love once too, you know. Hell, when I leave here, I´m may just pay my husband a visit at the office, so I know that you want to get home to nice hunk and play doctor." Renee gave me a knowing smirk and a wink.
"Mom," I groaned, both elated and grossed out at the same time.
"Oh please, Bella," my mother rolled her eyes heavenward. Renee Dwyer rolling her eyes, I never thought I would see the day! "You are living with the man for God´s sake, surely you don´t expect me to believe that you guys are playing chess every night, do you?"
I swear I must have turned twenty different shades of red at my mother´s casual interpretation of my sex life. She didn´t need to tell me that it was Esme that spilled the beans on my new living arrangements, I was just happy as fuck that she was okay with it. I didn´t want to have another fight with my overbearing meddlesome mother.
After a few too many kisses, hugs, and promises to see each other for the hospital´s Valentine´s Day charity ball, I boarded the Dwyer plane headed back to Seattle.
I couldn´t wait to get back home to my babies and my sexy boyfriend/Master!
I was even looking forward to my punishment.
Hang on Seattle, here I fucking come!
Pun totally fucking intended!
AN: Well, I hope it was worth the wait, and I hoped you used the PicSpiration as a companion guide! Love me, hate me, but leave me something! Thanks for sticking with me, and I´ll see you guys on the next one.
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