It won't have regular updates, because the ideas come and go, but I have no willpower so I may update more often than I've planned.
Same disclaimer applies-Twilight belongs to S.M., but the idea of this story is mine.
Many thanks to my awesome beta and friend - TeamAllTwilight.
December 2010
His room—goodness.
It's amazing. Truly.
The bed is sturdy and made of massive wood, placed in the middle of the room. There are a few carpets that connect the bed with every spot in the room—the door, the windows, the bathroom probably and his huge dresser.
Edward wraps his long fingers around my hip and turns me to him, pressing my chest against his. He looks down at me with such a hunger in his eyes. It makes me crazy.
I want him. I need to feel his touch again.
"Hi," he whispers, ducking his head to kiss up and down my neck.
I manage to moan loudly like some wanton hussy.
We make quick work of our clothes. His hands on my body make me feel like I'm about to burst in flames.
"Please," I beg him, unsure what I really want.
"All in good time, Isabella. Would you like to experiment something? I really don't want to scare you away, but if you agree, I'll show you what great pleasure I can bring you."
I nod, dazed by his hypnotizing voice.
"If you're not comfortable with what we're doing, please stop me," Edward says authoritatively.
Would I have a reason to stop him?
What did I get myself into?
He pushes me to the bed but doesn't let me sit down. He reaches up and unties something from the canopy. Ropes.
Fuck.
I gulp, my stomach tightens, but desire and curiosity win over the fear that suddenly has me rooted in spot.
"Don't say no before you try it," he murmurs, taking my wrist and tugging me closer. "Here, climb on the bed and kneel. Face the other side of the bed. Good. Hands up. I'll tie a loose grip but not too loose."
"O-ok-aay," I stutter shakily.
Feeling the rope against my wrists sends a wave of desire through my body ending in a gush of juices on my thigh.
Huh. I never thought this could get me off.
I feel Edward behind me, stroking my ass and slowly tracing my rosebud. I moan, throwing my head back as I shiver violently.
"So responsive. I like." He kisses my shoulder then I hear him moving around the room. Soon, he's back. His finger goes back to my hole, but not before it pumps a few times in my soaked pussy.
The only thing keeping me from collapsing on his soft bed is the rope.
"I'm going to introduce you to two of my favorite toys," Edward says quietly. "The first one is a bullet, the second one is a wand."
I've always wanted to experience a bullet, but was afraid of using one. As for the wand...is he talking about his wand? I smirk to myself, but before I know it, I feel his long fingers flicking my clit. Then something cold enters me.
"It will distract you from any pain you may feel while I'm preparing your lovely ass."
The bullet starts vibrating softly. I lurch forward, my legs shaking as I'm on the edge already. When I feel Edward lubing me up, I clamp on his finger and shout his name as I come violently. I'm spent and the bondage doesn't allow me to sink in the bed and go to dream land.
The buzzing subsides until it's on the lowest level probably. I'm surprised to feel a rather large something inside me. I guess he managed to ease my muscles enough to enter the wand. It's touching some delicious spots inside me, making my eyes cross and a new wave of desire rise inside me.
So soon?
I've never managed to have two orgasms in a row, though I heard they could be really pleasurable.
"Are you ready?" he questions in my ear, catching the lobe between his teeth, then licking the shell.
"Yes!" I wail. "PLEASE!"
"Oh, a greedy little girl."
I whine, pushing back my ass against the wand. He allows me to fuck myself on it.
God, it feels so good.
Why didn't I play with that hole in so long?
Suddenly, the wand disappears and I feel Edward's wet dick head at my entrance. "I'm clean."
"We covered that when you took a dip in my pussy earlier," I mutter, wiggling my ass.
He chuckles, resting his hands on my waist as he sinks into my ass.
"Shit!" I groan. He's so big.
"Does it hurt?" he asks worried, stopping.
"Just go. I'll adjust," I breathe through the pain flaming from my ass.
I jump startled when I feel the bullet vibrating a little faster as Edward penetrates me deeper. I like that he's thinking of me too, not only about him.
He moves in deep, slow strokes until I start pushing back. That's when the bullet turns on full speed and Edward starts fucking me in earnest.
I'm shouting out incoherent words as I sway on the bed. He's panting against my neck, his hands on my breasts, tugging at my nipples.
"Are you close?"
"YES!" I grunt, almost crying from my need to come.
I guess it was a bad idea to be truthful because he stops the bullet and his thrusts becomes languid once again. I'm on the edge, I'm losing my mind.
"No, please! Please, don't stop," I beg, shaking my ass.
"Be a good girl. You're in no position to fight me," he says jokingly.
I feel a sob stuck in my throat.
When my muscles relax enough, Edward turns the bullet on once again and starts a punishing rhythm only to stop once again when I start tensing, ready to burst.
He keeps me on the edge, denying me that much needed release for what feels like hours.
But when I'm finally allowed to come, it seems impossible. Edward slaps harder and harder into me, one of his hands moving down my stomach to flick my bundle of nerves...and I explode. Literally.
I feel Edward emptying his load inside me, squeezing me tightly in his arms.
"You fucking squirted. I never thought that thing was possible," he gasps into my ear.
"I'm tired," I moan, pressing against his chest.
Our bodies are slick with sweat but I don't care.
Edward reaches above me. The second I feel my arms free, I fall forward. He groans as he slips out of me and follows me, hugging me tightly once again.
I feel his hands take the bullet out then he disappears from the bed. I'm in and out of conscious as he cleans me and tucks me under the blanket.
Present time
I wake up with a crick in my neck.
As I regain consciousness, I realize we're still in the entertainment room. Edward is fallen on his side, snoring loudly, and I'm curled around his back, my head between his shoulder blades. To complete the picture, Slob has his head on Edward's lap, drooling.
I jump a mile when the doorbell rings. Edward mumbles something about more sleep while Slob doesn't even flinch. Poor thing is so deaf.
The bell rings again and groaning loudly, I make my way down the stairs.
I'm expecting one of our parents to be there, demanding to get involved in our wedding...which we haven't even started preparing. People stay engaged for ages, but I guess we can't. Not with such crazy parents.
Surprisingly it's not one of our parents. It's Edward's little sister. Little puts it loosely since she just turned eighteen.
"Hola, Bella!" she greets me cheerfully. "I didn't wake you, did I?"
I squeeze my eyes shut and sigh loudly. "Morning, Vic." I yawn loudly into the back of my hand. Then I smile sheepishly.
"Late night?" she jokes.
I roll my eyes, ushering her to the kitchen. "As if. We watched a movie and then crashed on the couch. I'm stiff all over," I mumble, starting the coffee. "Can I ask what do we owe your early visit?" I glance at her.
"I need help with my science homework." I can tell that's a huge lie and she realizes I read through it. "Fine. I need to talk to you."
"Talk to me. It's the weekend. We won't see Edward any time soon," I chill her.
"Oh, good."
She's quiet as I make my coffee. Then we go to the living room when I slump on the couch, stretching my legs under the coffee table. "Talk, Vic."
She snuggles on one armchair, bringing her knees up. "I broke up with Mark."
I want to slap my cheek, but refrain.
This was boyfriend number five in the past year. I think. She's always broke it off, at least.
"What happened now?" I wonder.
"He came to the get-together after the game not showered and tried to feel me up next to the whole team. I was 'hell no' and pushed him away. I screamed, and slapped him then took off."
Totally a piece of Edward in her. The thing about blood relatives is so fucking true.
"Good job," I mumble. "But don't you think you should tone it down? I mean, seriously, Vic. This is your last year of high school. You start collage this fall…"
"Why do you sound like Edward?" She groans, pouting. "Besides, I'm done with those idiots my age."
My eyebrows shoot up.
Idiots her age?
That means she's into older guys?
"Phew! I can smell smoke. Stop thinking!" Vic says amused, smirking at me.
"So you like older guys? There's nothing wrong with that. I'm three years younger than your brother." I shrug.
Her smile widens. "You see, the man I have my eyes on…is at least thirteen years my senior."
I spray my sip of coffee in front of me, coughing as I stare at her shocked.
I don't have to ask. I know who he is.
It's obvious.
She makes gooey eyes to him every time she drops by at the office.
"Victoria, he'll never look at you," I whisper, frowning at the stain forming on my cotton dress. Coffee is hard to wash.
"How do you know who I'm talking about? I never said a name."
"Neither have I," I mutter. "It's obvious. Mr. Brown."
Her blue eyes widen and she chokes. "Don't tell Edward! Please!" she begs me.
I sigh and grit my teeth. "I hate lying to him, but so be it. Our little secret."
"Thank you so much, Bella!" She sighs in relief, her shoulder sagging as she drops her feet to the floor. "Now…" Vic looks up at me, smiling. "Will you help me?"
"Hell no!" I shout.
A loud bang from upstairs alerts us that my shout woke Edward. He's gonna be pissed to be awake before noon on a weekend day.
Oh well.
I can deal with him. Who I can't deal with is his teenager sister having the hots for our boss.
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