A/N: Happy Wednesday! Thank you so much for your interest in this story so far! Just a reminder, this IS a SEQUEL to my other story called Coming Attractions, so if you haven't read that one yet I recommend you check it out first!
And also, in case this story or any of my stories are ever removed from FF I want to assure you I will continue posting chapters elsewhere on the web! I'm working on uploading everything to my blog, located here (just remove the spaces) www. boysin booksrbetter .blogspot .com There isn't much there yet, and nothing for Full Exposure, but if it becomes necessary I promise you'll be able to find my writings there.
OK, here is Chapter 2 of Full Exposure, our first EPOV... very exciting! I hope you enjoy!
Chapter 2:
EPOV
In the morning I find the bed empty as I roll over onto my back. The sheets are cold where Bella usually lies. Mmm, it's Saturday morning which explains her absence. She's probably down in the kitchen fixing our breakfast. Listening closely I can hear the sound of her humming and the clinking noise of dishes. Call me domesticated, but I love the idea of her cooking in our kitchen. My dick is hard just thinking about it. Of course the activities Isabella and I will engage in throughout the day are by no means the definition of domestic bliss.
There was a time when I'd lie awake in bed Saturday mornings worrying about how the day would go. Bella moved into my house seven months ago and we set some ground rules to make the transition easier on both of us. I wanted to feel like I was living with my girlfriend and not my submissive. Using Bella's collar has worked really well in defining the parameters of playtime at home. I was more than a little nervous when she first asked me to try an all day play session. It wasn't something I'd ever craved before but Bella promised me that if I didn't like it after a few tries we could stop. It was almost a month later when I finally agreed.
Having Bella live with me had been wonderful up to that point and we were getting along better than ever. Friday nights after work I'd meet her at the club for our scene and she'd be in sub mode the rest of the evening. She usually came to me with her collar a few other times during the week to play at home in my basement play room. I figured replacing those surprise sessions for an all day Saturday was a good trade off; and that way I never had to worry about her slipping on her collar unexpectedly during the week. We agreed to those terms and then had our first Saturday session. My concerns about venturing outside the playroom ended up being completely unfounded. After three Saturdays I realized I looked forward to our 24/7 play as much as Bella did, if not more.
I smile thinking about her downstairs, anticipating my arrival and whatever I've planned for our day. She's such a natural submissive and every scene we do together is amazing. I don't want to make her wait any longer so I hurry into the bathroom to brush my teeth and face before going down to meet her. I walk quietly down the stairs hoping the dog won't notice my presence. Leaning against the wall I watch Isabella saunter around the kitchen in that little sheer apron I gave her. She's also wearing a lacy white thong but nothing else. She bends down to pull something from the oven giving me a delectable view of her behind. I have wonderfully naughty plans for that behind today.
I wait for her to place the hot dish on the stovetop and then clear my throat to alert her that I've arrived. It has the desired effect and she jumps, having been startled. "Good morning, Master," she greets smiling and glides over to stand before me. She assumes a kneeling inspection position; hands clasped behind her back and head down. I've never once requested this of her when I enter a room but Isabella does it anyway and I've come to expect it. It baffles me that she could have ever had such little experience with extended play before we met because she is so methodical with little details like this. I caress her face in my hands and kiss her forehead. She smells deliciously of strawberry body wash and a bit like cooked bacon. My stomach rumbles loud enough for both of us to hear.
"Breakfast is just about ready. I've made eggs over easy, hash browns, turkey bacon, and fruit salad," she says with a quirk of her lips.
"Excellent, I'm quite hungry this morning," I reply and move to take a seat at the table she has already set.
Isabella finishes preparing the food and carries over a number of hot dishes to the table. She sits across from me and waits until I take the first bite before picking up her fork to do the same. Mmm, she is a fabulous cook.
"The eggs are so good, pet."
"Thank you, Master," she replies and offers me the orange juice. I don't want to rush through this meal but I'm eager to get her downstairs. I need her naked, now.
"Take the apron off, Isabella. I want to admire your breasts while we eat."
A small smile plays across her lips as she follows my command; untying the apron and hanging it from the back of her chair. Yes, this is what I've come to love about all day play. The most beautiful submissive I've ever had, whom I love deeply, does exactly as I say without question. It doesn't get much better than this, and it makes for a near constant erection throughout the day. I love being able to take her whenever I want. We rarely make plans with friends or family on Saturdays. This is our time to express ourselves in the most natural way we know.
We have to hide our taboo sexual natures from most people. It bothers Bella that she has to lie to her family to keep our secret. I don't feel quite so sheltered because my cousins are active in the lifestyle, and my parents became aware of my participation in it not long after Bella and I began dating. But Bella's friends from Forks, Jacob and Angela, are the only people close to her who know the truth. I know she feels liberated on Saturdays when we both let down the walls and fully explore the BDSM lifestyle. Still, I wish she didn't have to feel like she was hiding the rest of the time.
My plate is clean and I rise to deposit it in the sink. "Did you make a shopping list today, Isabella?" I ask looking around the countertop.
"Yes, Master. It's next to my purse in the hall," she replies without raising her eyes from her plate.
Her list is just where she said it would be and I skim over the items we need from the grocery store. Sometimes we do the shopping together on Sundays but this week I'm going to send her alone as part of my plan to get her riled up while I prepare the playroom for our first scene of the day. I scribble down a few additional items that should give her a thrill when she looks at the list in the store; whipped cream, white wine, and masking tape.
"Finish your food, Isabella," I say in an authoritative tone as I stroll back into the kitchen with a smirk on my face. "Then I want you to buy everything on your list at the grocery store and bring it into the house. I'll put the food away while you go downstairs and get yourself ready to play. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master."
"Good. I'll leave your clothes laid out on the bed," I add retreating from the kitchen and heading back upstairs. Isabella's clothes now fill up half of the walk in closet in our bedroom. I find a knee length dark pink skirt for her to wear and search around for a white tank top and bra to match. I lay everything out on our bed, complete with white sandals. I purposely don't provide her with panties and laugh to myself at her undoubtedly surprised reaction when she discovers what I've left out.
I stay in the library until the front door closes. Beanie barks at it thinking Bella has left him alone in the house. "In here, boy!" I call. His little feet scamper across the tiled foyer floor and he nearly runs into the library door in his hurry to greet me. I bend down to pet his head and he falls to his side immediately to get a belly rub. After a minute or two I smack him playfully. "Come on, Bean. You can help me get things set up downstairs."
In our basement playroom I take out all the toys I'll need for our scene. There are still so many Bella and I haven't used together yet. She's had a lot of experience being a submissive before meeting me but not with a large range of techniques. It reminds me that we should probably revise our lists of limits. I'd given that new Dom at the club this advice last night, to keep updating the lists frequently, so I ought to be following it myself. There are a few items on there that I know Bella can move from her "soft limit" column into her "likes" column. The thought makes me smile.
It's a few minutes after 10am when I finish prepping the room. Bella left a half hour ago and should be returning shortly. That letter I received last night is still on my mind and I want to give it another look before Bella gets home. Honestly, reading that woman's words frightened me. It's by far the most extreme fan letter I've ever received and the fact that it came from someone at the club really has me on edge. Anonymity is such a crucial part of Bella's and my life that the last thing we need is some whacked out fangirl stalking me.
I read the letter over and over trying to figure out who this woman could be. The women who usually subbed for me in the theater were all gracious and understanding when I declared Bella would be my one and only sub from now on. I can't recall any of them reacting badly to my relationship with her. Except Victoria. But this couldn't be the work of Victoria; the picture looks nothing like her and this sort of thing just isn't her style. I'm particularly disturbed by the line "I'd do anything to belong to you." Anything?
The front door opens and Beanie abandons me to greet Bella. Refolding the letter I slip it into my wallet and make a mental note to pass it along to Rosalie like Bella suggested. Hopefully this is the first and last letter I'll be getting from Kinky Catie. Bella greets the dog in the kitchen and I hear her placing grocery bags on the counter. Then there's water running and I assume she's filling the dog's bowl. When the door to the basement creaks open I know it's safe to come out of the library.
I'm excited about our scene this morning because I'm going to push her limits a little. There are about seven bags of food and I put away everything quickly. Descending the stairs to the basement I find the door to the playroom ajar. Bella is there, kneeling on the pale yellow yoga mat I set out for her. She is naked with her hair tied back in a high ponytail. Her back is straight, head down, and eyes closed. She looks like an angel, so relaxed and at peace. My heart nearly leaps from my chest each time I enter this room to find her like this. My sweet, adorable Bella has such a naughty sexually charged side to her, and I love it. I love her.
Closing the door behind me, I cross the room to stand in front of my submissive. "You look lovely, Isabella. As always."
She says nothing. "Look at me, pet." She opens her eyes and her head tilts up slowly until those chocolate brown eyes meet mine. I smile and then lean down to kiss her parted lips. She responds willingly and my tongue sweeps across her bottom lip before slipping inside. She moans very softly as I take command of her mouth kissing her deeply, touching her nowhere else on her body. I pull away, leaving her panting and aroused. I can see the desire burning in her eyes before she respectfully drops her gaze back to the floor.
"I think we'll start with the apparatus, pet. I want you to walk to the center of the room, face the back wall, and lift your arms over your head," I command firmly.
Once Isabella is in position I tie her hands together with rope. The roll of masking tape she purchased this morning is around my wrist like a bracelet and she takes notice of it as I secure her hands to the chain hanging from the steel grid above our heads. I tweak both nipples which are erect already, before moving around to her back. She's surprised when my hands circle her ankles, moving upwards very slowly as I press my fingers gently into her calves, thighs, and hips. Skipping over her sex my hands continue massaging upwards over her torso, over each breast, and up both arms to her fingertips. She moans softly. I explore every inch of her body with my hands paying special attention to her breasts and stomach. Firmly I grip her hips and pull her back flush against my front knowing she'll feel the evidence of my arousal on her behind. My fingers pinch and tease her nipples while kissing her neck until she whimpers with need. The soft sounds of her pleading tells me she's close so I let my hands fall away and stay silent behind her for a few moments, letting the anticipation of my next move eat at her.
"Spread your legs, Isabella," I whisper. I lower the length of the chain overhead, leaving enough slack for her hands to come down level with her head. I place my hands on her back, bending her forward just far enough to remove the slack in the chains; until her face is looking down at the floor and her breasts hang from her body. She tenses, reacting to the sound of the masking tape as I tear a strip off about twenty inches long. I fondle her breasts with one hand for about thirty seconds and then pull them together, securing the tape around both at once. Another longer piece of tape reinforces the first so that her breasts are pressed together with the nipples only an inch or so apart. One of my hands slips between Isabella's legs from behind and cups her sex while the other reaches around her bent torso and teases both nipples at once.
She gasps as I touch her and then whimpers when the hand between her legs rubs back and forth over her sensitive nub. "Do you want to come, pet?" I ask innocently.
"Yes, Master," she coos. My hands continue their sensual assault until she moans again in need, so close to the edge.
"You can come, my dear," I say moments before her body jerks against my hand and convulses through a powerful orgasm.
I pull her hands down and release them from the chains above us as Isabella recovers from the physical exertion of the position I placed her in. She needs a moment to rest before we continue so I instruct her to lie down on the bed. She crosses the room with wobbly legs and lies flat on her back in the center of the mattress. I had been planning to take her on hands and knees but change my mind on a whim. I have a better idea.
"Slide down so your bottom is at the edge of the bed, pet, and put your feet flat against the bedposts. How are you feeling?"
"Good, Master. Still so hot for you," she replies inching her body down as I'd asked.
I smirk but turn my face so she can't see. "Such a naughty little slut, aren't you, Isabella?"
"Yes, Master. Only for you."
"It better only be for me. This pussy belongs to me and I'm not sharing. You're mine forever."
Isabella's legs are spread wide, her feet positioned against the bedposts level with my head. I take soft rope that I stashed under the bed earlier and quickly tie both her feet in place. Over the ankle, behind the heel, and tightly around the bedpost, over and over until her feet are secured.
"I don't want to hear you speak except for safe words now. Use them to tell me how this feels. I'm doing something new, Isabella," I warn her. She doesn't move at all and I'm not sure if that means she's comfortable with me pushing her or because she doesn't yet know what I'm planning. I'd like to think she trusts me enough to be open to anything. My fingers are coated in a sensitive lubricant and I apply it generously around her vagina, dipping one finger inside to sweep along the interior walls. I slowly lead two fingers down to the puckered entrance I've yet to fully explore.
"Remember your colors, pet," I coax as one slick finger presses against her and slips inside to the first knuckle.
"Green, Master," she says, her voice wavering ever so slightly.
"You look so beautiful, Isabella," I say in an attempt to calm her nerves. "I'm going to use beads on you. You must tell me with your safe words when you've taken enough of them." I hold up the long strand of pink anal beads that increase in size with each plastic bubble. There's no fear in her eyes looking at them, only desire. She even wriggles her bottom in anticipation. "Patience, pet," I tease.
One by one I gently push the bubbles inside her back entrance with my left hand, meanwhile teasing her clit with my right. Isabella moans quietly and whispers "green" as each one enters her. After four beads her head rises to look me in the eyes and she bites her lip.
"Enough for now?" I ask.
"Yellow," she says nodding her head slightly. I smile to encourage her. She can't ever be afraid to tell me what she's feeling. I know sometimes Bella worries about disappointing me in the playroom. I wish she'd believe me when I tell her no woman has ever satisfied me more.
Two of my fingers enter her vagina and feel along the slick walls, the texture of the beads evident on the other side of her flesh. I want to fill her now; my cock is rock hard in anticipation of this moment. With her eyes still on me I strip out of the white t-shirt I'm wearing and then lower my jeans to the floor, kicking them away.
When I enter her it's like coming home. My favorite place in the world is inside her sweet pussy. She gasps, and I know it's from the double penetration. She must be feeling so full right now. I ease my cock in slowly until her body accepts all of me. "That's right, open up for me. Take me in," I coax.
Once I'm sure I've given her enough time to adjust to the sensations I start thrusting harder. The experience is more intense for me too, feeling the beads from within. Isabella's breasts are still taped together and the hand I'm not using to brace myself reaches up to pinch both nipples at once. Her back arches off the bed and her hands grip the sheets tightly. I push into her harder and faster.
"You look so hot right now, pet. I want you to see this too," I groan. It's so hard to pull out of her wet heat but I make myself do it in order to reach for the television remote I placed off to the side on a low table. I press a button and wait for the LED screen on the wall to come to life. "Look at yourself. See what I see when I fuck you."
Her head turns to the left, noticing the video camera for the first time judging by the look of unease on her face. I'm aware that being videotaped is a soft limit for Bella, so I thought I'd warm her up to the idea by showing her what it would look like without actually recording the footage displayed on the flat screen.
"It's not recording, pet," I assure her.
Resuming my place between her legs, I twist the strand of beads left and right so she can feel them more intensely. She's watching the screen; seeing her own body being penetrated from my point of view. Then I thrust my cock deep inside her in one fluid motion. Her eyes shut tightly and her head slams back against the mattress. I love seeing how much pleasure her body can absorb before detonating with an involuntarily orgasm.
"Green," she shouts, following my instructions to say nothing but her safe words. I don't want to make her come before I've had the chance to give her permission so I do it now just in case she's too close to stop it.
Swiveling my hips back and forth I find a new angle and pound harder against her pussy. "You. Can. Come. Any. Time. Pet."
Isabella's mouth opens in a silent gasp and I can feel her body tightening around my cock, preparing for another much needed release. My hand reaches down to grasp the end of the anal beads and just as she tightens up one last time I start to draw them out.
"Fuck! Master!" she screams, coming long as hard. I pull the beads out slowly, prolonging and intensifying her orgasm before spilling my own release deep inside her and collapsing forward to rest my head on her belly.
After taking a minute to catch my breath I gently untie her ankles and pull the masking tape off her breasts. I lie down beside Isabella on the bed and pull her into my arms. I cuddle her close, relishing in the feel of her skin against mine. I never used to crave intimate contact like this after a scene until just a few months ago. Bella's changed the way I think and act in so many ways. All improvements on the man I used to be. I'm always left feeling love and appreciation for her after we play together, while a year or so ago it was merely sexual gratification. My life became so much sweeter when Bella became the focus of it.
I kiss her forehead and move to get off the bed. Isabella watches me as I dress and I can tell by the gleam in her eye she's already eager for more. "Be a good girl and tidy up the playroom. Then I want you to go upstairs and rest. Have something to eat. I'll want you to be naked and ready by three o'clock for round two."
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