AN: First let me start by saying, "This is not a figment of your imagination." Okay, now, let's get those mundane questions answered and out of the way. Yes, I am still alive! Yes, even if it takes me the rest of my life, I will finish this story! And, no, I am not lying! So, to make up for my lameness, I will add picspiration to this chapter on TWCS to aid in your visual comprehension of the following events. However, because those things are NSFW, that chapter may not be up until Saturday. As always, thanks for hanging in there with me and being loyal readers, even when I am lame and unable to update.
I will see you all at the end...
Kudos and many thanks to my awesome beta princess07890 for sticking with me and correcting all my mistakes. I solely own up to any errors you may find.
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For the Love of Domination:
Chapter Thirty
A Moment of Clarity…
EPOV
I will never forget the exact date, time, and place of my, aha, moment. It was June 20, 2011 at exactly 8:45 pm. I was sitting at my dining room table surrounded by family, some of my closest friends, and coworkers, but, in that moment, I only had eyes for my beautiful and sexy Isabella.
My Bella...
My pussycat...
My lover, my best friend…
My submissive…
My life...
Staring at the woman who kept my balls in her Jimmy Choo clutch and my heart in her perfectly manicured hands, nothing else mattered. Not even my best friend, Jasper and my baby sister, Alice, who were playing footsie under the table, nor my big oaf of a brother, Emmett, and his perfect match, Rosalie, who were laughing quietly at some inane comment made by him. And not even my strange intern, who was trying, to no avail, to gain the attention of Bella's new personal assistant, Kristie, Kelly, Kathy, or something like that could take my focus away from the love of my life, who was seated at the end of my dining room table.
The world and everything in it was nothing more than background noise right now.
Not even the fact that my parents were being completely inappropriate in front of their children, not to mention our guests, could take my attention away from the mahogany-haired goddess sitting across from me.
Isabella's beauty was so quiet and understated that it literally took my breath away. Oblivious to the storm of raging emotion, churning within me, her head fell back, and she let out a throaty chuckle at something Emmett had said to her.
Uninhibited and carefree, the sound was like music to my ears. The light hit her just right, and I could make out the natural auburn and gold highlights in her hair, the greenish-gold flecks in her soulful brown eyes, and the perfect translucence of her porcelain skin. I knew I sounded like some emo-pussy, but I couldn't help myself.
I was in complete awe of this beautiful creature.
How the fuck I ended up with someone so perfect was beyond me, but, I knew, in that moment, I could never live another day without her being completely mine – in every way possible. Waking up with her in my arms every morning was beyond amazing, but I wanted something more permanent than a live-in girlfriend.
I wanted Isabella Marie Swan to be my wife!
I wanted her to have my name!
I wanted to permanently mark her as my own!
Ever since my conversation with Chief Swan, the night of the Valentine's Ball, I had been walking around with Bella's engagement ring burning a hole in my pocket. Hell, we'd only been together for a few months, but, I've loved her for as long as I can remember.
Was it too soon to propose? I had wondered.
Second-guessing myself was not something that I was accustomed to; even with the Chief's blessing, I was still having doubts about my decision. Well, that was until my precocious little, soon-to-be, brother-in-law set me straight. Just thinking about Seth brought an automatic smile to my face.
God I missed that kid!
I chuckled inwardly at how absurd I was being. The truth was, Seth has only been gone a few hours. Just before Charlie and Sue whisked him away, he called out the window. "Man up, Eddie! I'm not getting any younger!" Somehow I think my future father-in-law was behind that statement.
Of course, Seth was full of wisdom all his own...
Sue, Seth, and the Chief came up last weekend for my surprise birthday barbeque at my parents' house on Bainbridge Island, and Bella and I convinced them to let Seth stay with us for a while. Having wrapped everyone in a hundred-mile radius around his little finger, there was no shortage of babysitters for the little guy.
From Uncle Carlisle to Aunt Esme, Ali to Jazzy, Emmy to Rosie, and last, but certainly not least, his Nana Shelly, Seth was a well-cared for and spoiled little boy – but in a good way.
"Hey, Buddy," I leaned over whispering to my companion for the day. "How are your nachos?"
Grinning at me with a cheesy mustache, Seth's long hair flopped in his eyes as he bobbed his head up and down. "The best, Edward!" Taking in his surroundings with glowing eyes, Seth had a smile on his face that was a mile wide. "Thanks, Edward, this is awesome!"
Pushing his inky black curls from his eyes, I couldn't help but return his enthusiasm. "No, thank you, kid, for wanting to hang out with me." For good measure, I added, "Baseball's always better with my best bud."
It was sunny day in Seattle, and Seth and I were taking advantage of warm weather by seeing a Mariners game. My folks had given me season tickets for my birthday, and today was all about the kid.
My heart damn near burst with pride when I saw the look on Seth's face this morning when I told him where we were going today. Leah was still being a colossal bitch, always wanting to be the center of attention, so Bella and I tried to have Seth spend the weekend at the penthouse whenever we could carve out some time in our busy schedules.
The game was intense, going into an extra inning, but the Mariners pulled it off and won by two runs. Seth and I were waiting in traffic when he looked up at me sleepily and said. "Eddie?"
"Yeah, buddy?
"When you gonna marry, Bells?" he asked matter-of-factly. "I want you to be my big brother for real. Leah says that Jacob is my brother because they're married, but I don't want Jacob." Looking down, he mumbled almost too quietly. "Jacob hates me; he's always telling me how annoying I am, and to go away. He never plays with me either, or makes me feel special like you do."
By this time, the poor kid had big fat tears running down his face. I wanted to fucking throttle Jacob Black, and Leah, too, for wanting to be with such a douche bag! Seth was a great kid; I don't even think the devil himself could resist falling for this amazing little boy.
"Listen, Seth," I gently nudged his chin up. "You are a great kid, and I don't care what that village idiot, and your less than stellar older sister, say; Bella and I love you! And we love hanging out with you!"
"Really?" he asked, sounding skeptical.
"Really!" I said, seeing a glimpse of a smile. "Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a rusty nail in my eye." I sealed my declaration by running a finger across my heart.
"Whoa, dude, I believe you." Seth said, staring wide-eyed. "A rusty nail sounds painful, Eddie; a simple pinky promise is fine."
"Okay, Mr. Smarty Pants, pinky promise," I held out my finger for him to take. When he did, I used my free hand to tickle his sides.
Just as we made it home, Seth told me to man up, and ask already, then proceeded to fist pump, and victory dance all the way up to the penthouse.
Why can't life be that simple for all of us?
Maybe it was…
I kept telling myself that I was waiting for the right time, but there was never going to be a more perfect time than this? This moment. This perfect moment, surrounded by the people we loved and cared for the most, save for Charlie, Sue, and Seth.
I mean, it is my fucking party; I can propose if I want to!
Gee, Cullen, that was pretty fucking cliché, even if it was only a thought, my conscience taunted.
"Man up, Cullen," I internally chastised myself, sitting up a little straighter in my seat and smoothing my tie. "Stop being a pussy, and, ask Bella to marry you already!
"Oh well, no time like the present," I thought, steeling myself for the biggest moment of my life. Mrs. Cope, who had insisted on serving us tonight, had just headed into the kitchen, along with Esme, to prepare for dessert.
Which was really just code word for light the candles on my birthday cake.
I knew the old lady and my mom were going to kill me for missing this, but I just couldn't stop myself from getting up; it was as if my legs had a mind of their own, and, they propelled my body in Bella's direction.
"Edward, babe," Bella said, placing her wine glass on the table. "Is everything okay? Why are you just standing there?" Taking my hand, she looked up at me with concern in her eyes. "Is there something you need?"
Looking around, the room had become silent, and all eyes were focused on me. It was then that I realized that I had just been standing there gaping at her like a fucking idiot.
"Yeah, Eddie," Emmett belted, punching my leg, "what gives?" Letting out a rumbling chuckle, he added, "Why you go all fan girl on us all of a sudden? You want Bella's autograph or something, lil bro?"
Smack…
"Ow…" Em whined. "What was that for, Rosie?"
"For picking on your brother. Now," raising an eyebrow, Rosalie gave Emmett an icy glare, "behave, or no dessert for you tonight."
Instantly, Em's face fell, and he looked appropriately abashed. Smirking, I realized that what Rosalie had said was code for no playtime. Yeah, my big oaf of a brother straightened up pretty quick after that.
Kneeling next to Isabella's chair, I turned her around to face me. Feeling her sixth sense kick in, from the corner of my eye, I could see Allie squirming in her seat. When it came to our relationship, Alice was one of our biggest cheerleaders.
Giving her a knowing wink, I took Isabella's hand in my own. "Babe," Bella blushed, feeling uncomfortable at being the center of attention. "What is it?" she asked, cupping my cheek after another beat of silence.
Manning the fuck up, I looked her in the eyes and said, "Nothing, nothing at all. For the first time in my life, everything is absolutely perfect. You are perfect." I said, truth and conviction lacing my words.
Reaching up, I threaded my fingers in the hairs at the nape of her neck. Tugging, I pulled her closer, and rested her forehead against mine. "Pussycat," I sighed on a quiet breath into her ear. Her responding shudder gave me the courage I needed to proceed.
What the hell was I worrying about; this was not just anybody this was Isabella…my Bella!
After swallowing thickly, the words just seemed to pour out of me. "Isabella Marie Swan, I have loved you for as long as I can remember. These last few months, having you here, waking up, and falling asleep with you in my arms, have been the happiest moments of my life."
"I know it's sudden, but I am 100 percent certain that you are it for me. I don't need to blow out candles on any cake to make my wish come true." Pulling back, I stared deep into her eyes, and bared my soul. "All I need is you. You are my wish come true. You, beautiful girl… are my everything!"
"So, Ms. Swan, what do you say?" reaching into my breast pocket, I pulled out the little blue velvet box. "Will you give me the best birthday present I could ever hope for and say yes, to becoming my wife?"
Time seemed to stand still as I knelt before the one person who held the fate of my heart in her delicate hands. And, try as I might, I couldn't stop the aforementioned heart from trying to beat its way right out of my chest.
Seconds turned to minutes, minutes turned to hours, hours turned to days, and days turned into months, or so it seemed. My mind was such a blur, and I only had eyes for my beautiful girl. There could have been an explosion in the room and I would have been none the wiser.
As if sensing my trepidation, Isabella finally put me out of my misery. "Y-yes..." she whispered through a torrent of tears. "Yes, Edward." Finding her voice, Isabella cried out even louder, "I'm going to be Mrs. Edward Cullen!"
Damn right sweetheart!
Completely frozen in place, it wasn't until my precious girl cupped my cheeks in her soft, warm hands did I come to life and remember the ring. With unsteady hands that belied my profession, I removed my great-grandma Masen's ring from the blue velvet cushion, and slid it on her finger, where it would remain until she received her more permanent replacement.
"Edward Anthony Masen Cullen," I jumped at the shrill sound of my mother's voice. "How dare you wait until Shelly and I leave the room to propose to my baby girl?"
Alice, ever my saving grace, chose that exact moment to jump out of her seat and shriek loudly, "Bella, it's official now, you're going to be my sister for real now!" And, just like that, the room erupted into girly squeals and giggles as the women none too gently scooted me out of the way, and swarmed on my fiancée.
My fiancée...
Damn, I like the sound of that!
Alice gave me a knowing sly wink as she enveloped Bella into a freakishly tight hug. "I owe you one," I mouthed, knowing my sister would hold it over my head if I didn't repay my debt.
Reaching out for my hand, Allie mouthed back, "Not this time, big brother. Thank you for making her so happy." The look of utter sincerity and pure love in Alice's eyes told me that my decision had meant a lot to her as well.
A strong hand clapping on my shoulder pulled me from my trance. "Congratulations, son," Carlisle said, flashing me the signature Cullen grin. "Too bad your mother's going to kill you once the high wears off."
I tried to smile as I accepted the proffered tumbler of whiskey from my father's hand, but, I'm sure it came off as more of a grimace. "Think she'll make an exception, just this once, Dad?" I asked, already knowing the answer to my question.
"Not a chance." My dad grinned, feeling no sympathy for me at all. "You've got a lot of groveling to do son. Between Shelly and your mother, you've definitely got your work cut out for you."
"Oh but it's going to be so worth it," I grinned, gazing at my beautiful bride-to-be as she soaked up the attention my mother, Shelly, and her friends were giving her.
Catching her eye, I tipped my scotch in a silent toast to our future. "I love you." She mouthed, grinning from ear-to-ear.
"Ditto, Swan," I mouthed right back.
~FtLoD~
Thankfully, Isabella acted as a buffer between my mother and Shelly. She managed to singlehandedly keep them from killing me before the night was over, but it didn't stop me from having to suffer through cake and presents when all I wanted to do was make love to my fiancée.
Isabella Marie Swan is my fiancée...
Will I ever get use to saying that?
Although I pouted through being overly-celebrated, I crawled into bed at the end of the night feeling like I was on top of the world. I had a wonderful career, a loving family, and the sexiest fiancée in the entire Pacific Northwest.
Yeah, life was pretty fucking awesome from where I was sitting!
"Hey you," Bella whispered as she slid into her side of the bed. "Where were you just now?"
Pulling her into my arms, I captured her lips in a long, slow, languid kiss. "Mmm…" I moaned as I pulled back. "Here, baby, I was right here waiting for you, as I will always be." Picking up her hand I placed a kiss on her ring to seal my declaration.
Giggling quietly, she ran her free hand through my hair. "I can't believe you asked Charlie for my hand in marriage. That was so gentlemanly of you, not-to-mention, sexy as hell, Edward," she said, tugging my head back, and kissing me aggressively.
"Fuck," I growled when we broke apart to breathe. "My ring looks so sexy on you, babe." Reaching between her legs, I cupped her heated sex, "And it's going to look even sexier in my fucking playroom, pet."
Unable to contain myself, I made quick work of removing Bella's tank top and skimpy boy shorts, and buried my face in her delectable little pussy. Her pussy juices dripped from my chin as I drank from her heated source. My girl was so wet; it was either sink or swim.
Honestly, I'd be a happy man with either one.
Slender fingers entwined themselves in my hair and tugged without mercy. My sweet girl had a hungry little kitty, and it was eager to have my tongue lapping, and flicking that engorged little bud.
"Fuck, Edward... so good... so fucking good!" The pain from her hair tugging spurred me on.
God, my girl was so hot!
She was every fucking thing to me!
The pain in my head was going straight to my cock, and the sonofabitch was rock hard, but, right now, this was about Bella…my Isabella!
I nibbled and nipped at her clit as I slid one, then two, then three fingers in her tight little hole. Christ! Her body felt as if it was on fire. Feeling her inner muscles clamp down, I knew that this was going to be a big one.
Boy, I was not disappointed!
The intensity of Bella's orgasm all but forced my fingers from her body. "Oh my…fuuuckkkk…" Bella's body tensed, and spasms rocked her core as she screamed obscenities, and garbled choked out phrases. "Oh my… oh my… oh my gah…" she panted, locking me in a death grip with the strength of her thighs.
Slowing my ministrations, I continued softly lapping my girl's sweet pussy juices as she came down from her high. "Mmm… so fucking sweet," I moaned into her pink, swollen lips.
"Goddamnit, Edward." Bella's arm was thrown haphazardly over her eyes as she fought to regulate her breathing. "Enough," Bella wheezed when the sensitivity became too much and she could take no more.
Rolling over onto my back, I laid there with the biggest shit-eating grin on my face, and a tent the size of the Taj Mahal in my fucking sleep pants. I was hoping that Bella would take pity on the old birthday boy, and give Eddie Jr. some attention.
Awe… who am I kidding, my girl loves my cock!
And as if she was reading my thoughts, Bella rolled over, and palmed my cock, causing me to jerk and hiss at the sensation. "Fuck, Baby, what are you doing?"
"Well, Birthday Boy…" she breathed in my ear, tugging my lobe with her front teeth. "I plan to wrap my lips around your dick, and suck on my favorite Popsicle, then, once I've got you nice and wet, I plan to mount you, and ride your hard cock until you make my pussy sing again."
Slipping her tiny hand underneath the waistband of my pants, she purred. "How does that sound, Dr. Cullen?"
"Uhh…" came my intelligent response, because, it would appear that the little minx had rendered me stupid.
"But before I do that," I startled as I felt something cold against my wrist, "I've got a little surprise for you."
The sound of the handcuffs snapping closed had the complete opposite effect on me than I thought it would, seeing how it had been years since I'd subbed for anyone.
And from the way my cock was throbbing, he didn't seem to mind being at her mercy.
Finally finding my voice, I quirked a brow, and asked, "Are you sure you know how to handle those, pussycat?"
"I don't know, Sir," she purred in a husky voice, dangerously close to where I needed her touch the most. Her warm breath fanned against my aching cock, and I nearly exploded in my pants like a fucking virgin. "I graduated top of my class, so, I think I can figure it out." Next thing I knew, my sleep pants were gone, and I watched with rapt fascination as Bella swallowed my fucking cock whole.
This woman was going to be the death of me!
But, oh, what a fucking way to go?
True to her word, Bella sucked my cock until I was on the brink of blowing my load. Then the little vixen mounted me like a prized stallion at the Kentucky Derby.
Painfully slow, she rolled her hips until I begged for mercy. I was her little bitch, and she was in charge tonight. Never had I felt such pleasure in giving over myself completely to another human being. But, she wasn't just another human being, she was Isabella, my fiancée… my love.
My life...
Several times she built me up only just to return to the fucking torturous slow roll of her hips. "God, Bella, you're fucking killing me here, Love." I whined unabashedly. "I need more. I need to fuck you…harder. I need to cum... Please..." I was a goner. Rambling nonsensically, I was lost so deep in my head, that I had no idea which end was up anymore.
"Mmm…" she grinned evilly. "What's the matter, baby," she purred in a sugary-sweet tone. "My big man wants to punish my tight little pussy?"
"Holy fucking hell, Babe; you can't say shit like that to my while I'm buried in your pussy!" I was going out of my goddamn mind, and hearing the word pussy fall from my little kitten's lips was not fucking helping. At all!
Yanking at the cuffs in frustration, I was sure that I would bear the evidence of my birthday surprise in the morning. Note to self, make sure to keep my sleeves down all day. "Bella…" I growled in warning.
"Ah ahh…" Bella tsked, shaking her head and clucking her tongue. "No big bad Dom here tonight; it's just me and my sexy-as-hell fiancé."
"Oh fuck, Edward," Bella moaned, tweaking and tugging at her nipples as she threw her head back, and rode me faster.
"Damn it," I groaned, thrusting with everything in me, but hating that my hands couldn't get in on the action.
"Oh, God," Bella faltered, just a bit. "Oh Edward... I'm… Ahhh..." Just then her walls clamped down on me, causing my own release to catch me off guard.
"Motherfucker!" I roared as my body seized and tightened up. My orgasm shot through me like a rocket, nearly taking my fucking breath away. I swear I could see white spots behind my eyes. "Ungh... ungh… Christ!" I grunted in tandem as my cock shot thick hot spurts of cum deep inside my girl's greedy little pussy.
Talk about euphoria!
I must have definitely blacked out for a couple of minutes, because the next thing I know, my arms were free and my girl was curled up, tight to my side, snoring softly.
Best fucking birthday!
Ever!
Hands down!
~FtLoD~
"Enjoy your weekend, Dr. Cullen." Dr. Ross, my associate, called as I headed for the door.
"Oh, I plan to, Patrick." I smirked, knowingly. "I have a very beautiful fiancée waiting at home for me. I'd hedge that it will be a fantastic weekend." I grinned wickedly, and there was an extra bounce in my step as I headed to my car.
I was not due back to the hospital until Monday. Strict instructions had been left with my staff to call me in only the gravest of emergencies.
I had a naughty little pussycat to tame…
~FtLoD~
As I walked into the condo, I didn't bother calling out my arrival because I knew that it would go unanswered by my beautiful fiancée. Hmm…just the thought of Bella being my fiancée had me as giddy as a fucking schoolgirl. I couldn't wait until the day that Charlie would walk her down the aisle to me, and we would be bound together for life. Isabella Marie Swan, soon-to-be Cullen, was it for me; without her, I had no life.
Shaking my head from the Bella induced fog; I picked up the phone and dialed Mrs. Cope. She picked up on the second ring with an obvious smile in her voice. "I wonder if you'll still find time to check on an old lady, once you've taken on your new bride?" she asked, instead of her greeting.
"I don't know," I replied with a smile. "I would have to find an old lady first."
"Oh Edward, my impossibly charming boy, what am I going to do with you?"
"Love me and never leave me," I responded as I always did when she asked me such an absurd question. We both knew that was all that could be done with me.
"Oh my sweet boy, soon you'll have a wife to put up with all your bratty ways, and you won't need me anymore." I could hear a note of sadness in her tone, and I didn't like it; not one bit.
Shelly Cope was a permanent fixture in our lives, and nothing was about to change that. Little did she know, that the future Mrs. Cullen had already insisted upon it, and what Isabella wants...Isabella gets.
You know, happy wife, happy life…
"I assure you that the future Mrs. Cullen loves you just as much – if not more – than I do, and she will hear none of that crazy talk." I scolded her playfully. "Seriously, Shelly, you do know that we want you here, right?"
"Oh, Edward, I just don't want to be in the way," she admitted resignedly. "You two are so young and in love; I know what that's like, and I just don't want to be a burden on you guys or be underfoot."
"Would it make you feel better if I told you that we've taken all that into consideration, and Mom has her Realtor scoping out houses for us near her and dad on Bainbridge Island. And…" I continued before she could cut me off, "We specifically asked to be shown only the ones that have the adjoining or separate in-law suite on the property."
"Oh Edward…" she gasped.
"Don't you 'oh Edward' me, Shelly Cope, you, young lady, are going to be here to help with your future grandchildren, so no more of that nonsense talking, you hear me?" I chided lightly. "Now, enough of the heavy, did you make to Hilda's okay, and how is my favorite aunt doing?"
"Yes, I made it okay, and Hildie is just as feisty and stubborn as ever. Thank you, sweet boy for always looking out for me; Frank would be so proud of his little bear cub." I laughed at hearing the late Frank Cope's nickname for me as a child.
"I miss him, too," I sighed wistfully. "And I wouldn't have it any other way. You're one of my best girls, and I'll always look out for you."
After a few more words, a hello to Hildegard, and goodbyes to them both, I headed to my room to shower. I passed Isabella's submissive bedroom on my way, and saw that the door was closed. Pausing with my hand on the cool wood, I could feel my pet calling to me like a siren, but I had to allow her to finish her preparations for tonight, so that she could be in the right headspace for me.
In the shower, I took my time to rub one out; relieving the pressure would help to get me centered and in the right headspace for our trip to the club tonight and our weekend of play. Isabella was expecting to release control to her Dom and I had to be at the top of my game.
After shaving, and running a hand with some gel through my hair, I walked to the back of my closet and pulled on my charcoal grey, Diesel button-fly jeans, a black Armani dress shirt and a pair of black Jimmy Choo motorcycle boots.
Yeah, Alice…enough said!
~FtLoD~
At six-thirty pm sharp, I was standing in the opened doorway to Isabella's room, taking in the beautiful sight before me, and trying desperately to contain myself. Trust me; it took everything within me to keep from tearing through that room, and burying my cock balls deep into the beautiful naked creature kneeling before me. But, alas, I too had to wait.
Silently, I watched as my pet held a perfect waiting and inspection pose for me, knees shoulder width apart, back arched, putting her magnificent tits on display for me, hands clasping her elbows, and her head bowed. My pussycat was a vision of perfection. Circling her like a vulture, I smirked as her breathing gradually increased in speed, and the scent of her obvious arousal permeated the room.
"Good evening, pet." I spoke in a low, deep tone, stroking her hair, and enhancing the mood.
Knowing that my girl would not speak unless given permission, I went on to say how pleased I was to see her ready and waiting for me. Of course, I would expect nothing less for our scheduled playtime. That was all I said as I busied myself with preparing the toys I would be using on my girl for our time away from home tonight.
When the anal plug had been sufficiently lubed, and the c-grip had been lubed and programed, I placed them both on a towel outside of my naughty little pussycat's view. "I trust that you have prepared your body to my specifications, pet?" I adjusted my anxious and impatient cock at her silence, and gave her permission to speak. "Until I tell you otherwise, pet, you may speak freely, but remember to remain respectful."
Needing no more prompting, Isabella answered my question. "Yes, Sir. Your girl has been waxed to your specifications, and she has showered your body, and eaten the meal that you had prepared for her at the specified hour."
"Good girl," I smiled broadly.
I smiled at how far we'd come in our BDSM relationship and Isabella's training. My girl was a Dominant's wet dream. She very rarely had to be punished, and when she did, though I couldn't prove it, I sometimes believed that she was just being naughty on purpose. "Very good, pussycat," I said, stroking the top of her head.
Moving to sit on the edge of her bed, I bid her to come. "Come, pet." I watched my girl's lithe body slink towards me, as she crawled the short distance on all fours.
Patting my knee, Isabella moved to lay her head on my thigh, and relaxed while I gave her further instruction for this evening. Before talking, I took a moment to just be.
Running my fingers through the length of her silky mahogany hair, I could feel her body slipping into a more relaxed state. My girl was shutting everything and everyone else out and giving over her mind, body, and soul to her Master. If I listened carefully, I could hear the quiet purr of her contentment.
"Pussycat, we will be attending the club tonight with Master Jasper, Mistress Rose and their submisives. Unless otherwise instructed, you are to keep your eyes cast down at all times and speak to no one. Am I understood?"
"Yes, Sir." She purred, leaning into my touch.
"Very well," tapping her lightly on the head, "up you go, so I can get you ready, pet." Extending my hand, I helped Isabella to her feet.
Slowly, I ran my fingers through her slick folds, relishing in her readiness for me. Sadly, it had been a few days since we'd been intimate, so I knew that my girl was near combustion.
She wasn't the only one, either.
Lazily, I stroked from her entrance to her rapidly swelling clit, stoking her already blazing fire, and coaxing out more of her body's natural lubrication. "Mmm…" a low rumble sounded from my chest. "Always so eager and ready for me, pussycat." I tugged on the little tuft of hair above her pussy, causing her to whimper. "Quiet, pet!" I admonished. "I wouldn't want to have to punish you; it would ruin all the plans that I have for you this evening."
Looking down at my watch, I saw that I had about forty minutes to prepare my girl, and get down to the club, or we would be running behind. We were sitting in on a Shibari demonstration, given by Jasper tonight, and I didn't want us to be late.
Tapping against her thigh, Isabella opened wider for me. Using her juices as lubricant, I used my middle finger to tease her back entrance. "That's my girl," I cooed, as I watched her use her breathing techniques to stay calm. Latching on to her taut nipple, I decided to kill two birds with one stone.
When she was sufficiently relaxed and stretched with her nipples prepared, I slid the jewel-crusted butt plug into place, and used the tiny pump to place the rubber bands around her nipples. Once the plug was properly seated within her ass, I picked up the c-grip, and slid it into her pussy, applying a little pressure locking it into place.
"Nghh…" Isabella sighed quietly, as the first sequence of vibrations to her pussy started. With her ass, pussy, and nipples being stimulated all at once, I knew my girl was going to be on sensory overload.
"Breathe, pussycat," I said, giving her a chance to acclimate to all the stimulation. "Use your technique, find your place of Zen, and center yourself. What color are we, beautiful?" I asked, because failure was not an option.
"Green, Sir," she responded breathily. I planned to enjoy my pet to fullest tonight, and wanted her primed and ready for me.
"Good girl. Now tell me again what your safe words are if things get to be too much?" Even though we'd come a long way, communication was still big part of play.
"Yellow, if I need to slow down, and red, if I need to end the scene."
"Very well, pussycat; let's get my naughty little slut ready for the evening, shall we?" My girl would be dressed in a fuckhot little number that didn't require a bra, and the rubber bands would have her nipples hard enough to cut glass all evening.
Dressed to the nines in a midnight blue, low cut, deep V, silk party dress, Isabella looked stunning. The high-as-fuck peep-toe, Louis Vuitton, pumps made her legs look like they went on for days. The ride down to the underground parking was wrought with sexual tension.
Unable to help myself, I leaned back, and whispered darkly in her ear. "Too bad we already have plans, pussycat, because you look good enough to eat." I couldn't have planned that better, as a small shudder escaped my girl's body. The c-grip was definitely doing its job.
The ride to the club was short, and before I knew it, I was greeting Laurent, and heading up to the VIP section and over to the private stage viewing area. Rosalie was perched on a stool near the front of the stage with Emmett on a leash at her feet, with a "don't fuck with me" look on her face. It took some getting used to, seeing my brother that way, but I couldn't lie, Emmett was a much happier person with Rose in his life.
"Mistress Rose," I greeted, giving her a kiss to the cheek. "Would you mind looking after my little pussycat while I check on Master Jasper and his pet, please?"
"Of course, Edward," she replied automatically. "Pet, get Isabella a seat." Wordlessly, my brother rose to his feet and crossed the room, returning with an empty chair.
"Thanks, Rose," I responded, before turning towards Isabella and capturing her lips in a sensual kiss. "Isabella, I don't need to remind you of your place, now do I, pet?"
"No Sir," came her docile response.
"Good girl," I kissed her lips again before leaving her in Rose's care.
Dressed modestly in a nude strapless bra and panty set, Alice kneeled quietly in the corner. Now that was a sight that took some getting used to. Alice had always been such a hyper little girl, and that certainly followed her into adulthood. It was a bitter pill to swallow, but I finally accepted her being a part of the lifestyle. Knowing that our shared interests would have our paths crossing, Jasper never allowed my sister to show any more skin than we would see if she had been wearing a bikini.
And for that, Emmett and I were both eternally grateful to our best friend/brother-in-law.
I couldn't have chosen a better Dom or husband for my little Ali Cat. Jasper was the yin to my sister's yang; he balanced her out perfectly. Out of respect for us – her brothers – Jasper was always considerate in his choices of dress or demonstrations for her when we were all at the club together.
I really couldn't ask for more.
Honestly, the same went for Rosalie; she may allude to their play at times with threats of punishment for her mischievous little sub, but she and Emmett were also respectful of the sibling boundaries. Some people may look at us strange, but we made it work, and we were all okay with our choices.
And, at the end of the day, that's all that really matters.
After checking in with Jasper, and making sure he didn't need anything, I made my way back out front. I was anxious to get back to my girl. Stopping by the bar, I got a cranberry spritzer for my little pet and two fingers of Johnny Walker on the rocks for myself. There was a one drink minimum for me when we played, and I always kept it light by making sure it was substantially watered down.
Safety first...
Always!
Periodically, throughout the demonstration, I would absentmindedly brush against Isabella's stiff peaks. Her answering shudder was her only response. "Pussycat, you make me proud," I all but growled into the shell of her ear. "I can't wait to get you home, and strapped to my St. Andrew's cross."
Her breath hitched, and she let out a low moan. "Y-yel-low…"
Looking down at the screen of my phone, I checked to see how much longer the vibrator would be on. Seeing that it had less than a minute left, I decided to shift her focus. "Can you name all the current Supreme Court Justices for me in your head?"
"Y-yes, Sir, this girl can do that." I watched as her hooded lids slid closed, and her lips began moving as she silently mouthed the names. With each name that wordlessly fell from her lips, I could see her body relaxing.
Isabella was finding her center, and I couldn't have been prouder.
When Jasper was finished, and I had congratulated him, and had words with a few of the other Doms/Dommes, I bid them all a good evening. Part of having Isabella be hyper aware of me and what I wanted from her this evening was to not allow her to speak, at all, while we were at the club. It just so happened that Emmett and Alice weren't allowed to speak, either, so it made it a little easier for my pet to spend the evening mute.
During the ride down to the car, my little pet was getting antsy behind me. "Isabella, if you don't stop that squirming, I'm going to take you over my knee, and you will NOT be allowed to cum for the rest of the evening." Her sharp intake of breath signified that I had successfully gotten my point across.
Needless-to-say, I didn't have to remind Isabella again about her behavior. And when we reached the car, I felt that my pet deserved a little reward. Opening the car door for her, I instructed her to place her hands on the roof of the car, and spread her legs. "Do you trust me, pussycat?" I asked darkly.
"Yes, Sir," she whimpered.
"Hands on the roof and legs spread. If you move out of this position, you will lose your orgasming privileges for the rest of the night. Understood?"
"Yes, Sir."
"You are going to have to be very quiet, pet," I said, cupping her tender breasts, and tweaking her elongated nipples.
"Ungggghhh…" Isabella let out a low, keening, guttural cry.
With her back flush with my body for support, I waited for the c-grip to come to life before pinching her nipples and saying, "Cum for me, pet!" The combination of my words and my hands had Isabella's body stiffening, and a low keening sound erupting from her throat.
"Unghhh…" Her eyes rolled back in her head as a light sheen of sweat glistened on her forehead. She was magnificent, and my rock hard cock couldn't wait to be buried inside her tight walls.
When she was finally able to catch her breath, I helped her into the car, and shut the door. Looking over my shoulder, I got the eerie feeling that we were being watched. I didn't see anyone, so I chalked it up to the fact that all the blood in my body was now pulsating in my dick.
Cupping my naughty girl's sex, I growled. "I'm nowhere near finished with you, pet. I want you to cum at least two more times before we get home." Starting the car, I chuckled darkly as I heard the c-grip buzz to life yet again.
Tonight was shaping up to be one hell of a night…
~FtLoD~
Mystery POV
I watched from the shadows of the parking garage while Edward got that little slut off. Why the fuck did she deserve to have everything, while I was left behind with nothing? I couldn't wait until I could get my hands on her, and it would only be a matter of time before I did.
Ducking behind the concrete pillar, Edward was none the wiser. I suspect that when he looked in my direction that he felt my eyes on him, but I was smart and dressed in all black so I could blend into the shadows. Soon, Dr. Edward Cullen, soon everything you have will be mine, including your love. Frustrated, I removed the hand from my pants that had subconsciously been there since I watched him get that little slut off.
Poor little Isabella Swan had no idea what was in store for her. She would become collateral damage, simply because she was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Angrier than before, I hoped in my car, and headed to the one place and the one person who would gladly allow me to take out all my frustrations on them. Throwing my head back, I let out a dark, evil chuckle.
Isabella Swan and Edward Cullen have no idea what's in store for them!
AN: Okay, I hope you all enjoyed that little update and you will continue to be patient and hang in there with me. I am happy to report that I didn't post this until the next chapter was almost done. So, I can hopefully keep with that writing schedule, and keep the updates rolling in. Please if you are so inclined, leave me some love and let me know what you thought of the chapter. I will see you all in two weeks with the next chapter! No Mojo this time, but we should see the little guy next go around.
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Chimera by WeeKittyAndTAT
Threes A Crowd by RobzBeanie
Lead Me Not Into Temptation by princess07890 *My awesome beta & pre-reader!
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