A/N: Has it been a week already?! Happy HUMP DAY everyone! And no, I do not mean Wednesday ;-)
Chapter Three:
BPOV
I stumble, naked, into the upstairs bathroom of the townhouse I now share with Edward. He's just done crazy mind blowing things to my body for the past hour. My arms are a little achy from being held over my head for so long and I'm sore between my legs. It's the most amazing feeling to still feel my master's presence all over my body even after we've parted.
I need a shower desperately and waste no time turning on the hot water in the glass stall. As I wash away the evidence of our session together I'm reminded of everything we did. The apparatus, the anal beads, the video camera! My heart practically stopped when my eyes caught a glimpse of my body displayed so vulnerably on the flat screen TV. It was a real shock to see myself the way Edward sees me, so I was relieved when he said the footage wasn't being recorded. As much as the thought of being watched in that way turns me on, I prefer to discuss it beforehand. Edward's taped a few of our performances at the club but those videos were from the back of the theater, not up my ass like the one this morning.
When I'm clean and feeling refreshed I dress in a short satin nightgown Edward's laid out for me and head downstairs to the spare bedroom to take a nap per his instructions. I really am exhausted after our physical exertions in the basement and will have no trouble falling sleep. My submissive's journal is on the bedside table, taunting me, and I know I need to write in it before I forget. Edward's goal for the journal is to get me to express my emotions about my submission in an organized way. I think of it as his way of getting uncensored access to my brain. I don't see why he feels the need to snoop on my thoughts, he already knows me better than anyone ever has.
A year ago I would have said it was my best friend Jacob who knew me inside and out. We've been friends since our mothers bathed us together and have remained close through a number of difficult times for him and for me. Recently Jake's been dating my other friend, Angela, and has been less than supportive in my choice to explore the BDSM lifestyle. But he is trying to understand it for the sake of our friendship, which has grown into more of a brother/sister relationship since the days he and I were romantically involved as teenagers. I think it's only natural for me to gravitate towards Edward and for Jake to do the same with Ang. Edward has been a lot of things to me over the past year: local celebrity infatuation, Dominant, friend and lover, and now live-in boyfriend. Mmm, and my Master, can't forget that one.
All these thoughts are rattling around in my brain in a most haphazard fashion as I finally put the pen to paper in my journal. In this state of mind I find it best to just jot down whatever fleeting thoughts come to mind and then I'll pick one to elaborate on.
Blissfully sore after last night and this morning.
Love Edward and my Master so much it feels like my heart could burst from happiness.
Need to call Jacob and see how he's been. How's Angela?
Looking forward to round two after my nap. What does Master have planned?
Still hating on this journal!
Forgot to give Beanie a bath... whoops.
What's the whipped cream for?
Kinky Catie's perfume soaked letter makes me see red.
Master, we are friends with so many of your past submissives at the club and it hasn't really bothered me that they have had you inside them because that's all in the past. Now I am the one and only submissive and lover who makes you come, and that keeps my irrational jealously at bay. Knowing you are mine, I am yours, and no one can get inside our bubble. This woman, she frightens me because I don't understand what her game is. She must know that I am with you... why is she trying to take what is MINE?
I went grocery shopping today, which is normally a rather mundane task, except for those times when ones master makes you go sans panties! I was mortified stepping out of my car knowing that if I wasn't careful I might pull a Britney Spears. Though, if I were to flash the good people of Port Angeles I'd end up being arrested. I prayed no strong winds would sweep across the parking lot as I darted into the building. Once inside I felt better, and perusing the aisles with my pussy bare was actually kind of thrilling. I had a fantasy about my master sneaking up on me near the packaged lunch meat where he'd whisk me down the hall to the restroom and fuck me hard and fast against the bathroom wall.
We should do that one day, Master.
The only trouble I ran into was in Aisle 7 when the brand of shampoo I typically buy was located on the bottom shelf. An older gentleman was selecting a new razor blade about ten feet away and call it paranoia, but I swore he could tell I was going commando because he stared at me as I carefully bent down to retrieve my item. Perhaps it was the awkward crouch/curtsey movement I made that caught his attention?
I wake disoriented but well rested, the time on the clock radio telling me it is just after two. I can hear the television in the living room and after a quick bathroom visit to wipe the sleep from my face I find Edward lounging on the sofa. This is his typical Saturday afternoon routine. He's eating red grapes and watching the weekend news coverage on channel six. Before meeting Edward in person I used to watch the news mainly to see his perfect face every day. Edward watches it now to keep informed on current events.
"Isabella," he says turning his head as I enter the great room. "Come lay with me."
I settle into the crook of his arm and rest my head on his chest. During our Saturday play time I am not allowed to speak unless Edward permits it. The kitchen is the only free zone where I can talk respectfully without waiting for him to address me with a question first. His hand settles on my head and affectingly smoothes down my hair with his fingertips. I close my eyes and listen to the local weekend anchors debate drone strikes over US territory. Edward's job requires him to report on and understand a wide range of topics, everything from local Port Angeles news to national headlines. He's so intelligent and well informed that I usually sit idly by his side as he and Jasper discuss all kinds of political issues. Sometimes I contribute my two cents but typically I just like to listen to Edward's angelic voice as he explains his point of view on whatever the topic may be.
"Lay on your back, pet," he says after a few minutes. I willingly move from my left side onto my back and keep my head resting on his jean covered thigh. Edward's hand runs lazily up my arm and over my breasts, which are still dressed in the satin night gown. My body relaxes against him as his hand continues slowly down over my abdomen. His eyes are trained on the television, seemingly focused on the program he's watching while his idle hand stirs up arousal deep in my belly. I study his throat as he swallows and the stubble starting to poke through on his chin. Every inch of Edward's body turns me on. I love times like this when I can stare freely at him.
When his hand reaches the apex of my thighs I let my knees fall apart and have to stifle a soft moan. My eyes close reflexively and I concentrate on the intimate contact his hand is making with my pussy. I'm not wearing panties so his fingers meet no resistance as they slide between my lips to find the wetness at my entrance. He strokes me so gently, leisurely, as if it's any other part of my body. His touches aren't intended to make me come, just a relaxing petting that causes my skin to tingle the same way as when he brushes my hair or massages my back.
Edward touches me this way until the program ends. My body is humming with arousal after the way he's teased me and I want to come. But I know it is not up to me; my master decides when and if I'm granted a climax. Just as I think he's going to pull his hand away and get up from the couch, his fingers pinch my clit tightly. My hips buck at the intense and unexpected sensation.
"You've made me so hard, Isabella. Can you think of a way to ease this discomfort in my pants?" he asks while dipping his middle finger inside me.
"Yes, yes," I pant wanting nothing more than for him to let me come. "I want to suck you off, Master."
"I like that idea very much. I want you to come now and then do that," he instructs.
His finger plunges deep inside me over and over and the prolonged state of arousal causes my body to explode quickly. I cry out as he pinches the sensitive nub once more, all the built up pleasure from the past half hour shooting out of me like electrical currents.
The moment I recover, I twist my body off the sofa letting my knees fall to the carpet between his legs. "Take off the night gown," he orders.
I quickly lose the offending silk gown so that I am completely bare and then tug greedily on his button fly until his cock is in my hands. It's thick and hard as I slip it into my mouth. Edward's hands move to my head, gently gripping my hair between his fingers. My mouth devours his cock, hot and hungry for it as I always am. I love showing my master how devoted I am to his pleasure. The sounds he makes while I suck him make me so proud. He loves it when I cup his balls in my hand and when my teeth gently graze his length. Opening my mouth as wide as possible I take him in until his cock head hits the back of my throat and my nose presses into his groin. My throat muscles relax and I suck as hard as I can. I hum happily so he knows I'm enjoying myself too. Moments later Master thrusts hard against my face and I know he's coming. I swallow what he gives me, licking him clean as he carefully withdraws his cock from my mouth. Sitting back in my kneeling position I can't help but smile up at him.
Edward's lips turn up at the corners and he reaches out to me, pulling me into his lap. He holds me while his breathing returns to normal.
"Thank you, pet," he says kissing my hair. "I'm going to prepare dinner for you tonight. I'd like for you to dress modestly and give the dog a walk. Then do your household chores until I call you into the kitchen."
"Yes, Master," I reply sliding off his lap to kneel at his feet. Edward stands, shuts off the television, and walk towards the kitchen.
Beanie and I go for a long walk around the block stopping at every street sign and tree he sees along the way. It's unusual for Edward to offer to make a meal, partly because I enjoy doing the cooking, but also because he is not known for his culinary skills. Still, it's making me hot picturing him in the kitchen and as we walk my mind wanders thinking about what he might be making.
I'm careful not to look into the kitchen after the walk, which is difficult because the living room and kitchen are only separated by the breakfast bar. Beanie follows me upstairs and into the bedroom to fold laundry.
As I finish folding our clothes, it all goes in the appropriate drawers. I used to fold Edward's t-shirts neatly in his dresser drawer. But no longer, as I've learned every time he goes in there he messes up my neat piles while looking for whatever shirt it is he wants to wear that day. Now they all get tossed into the drawer straight from the dryer. I don't think he's noticed the difference.
I can hear Edward whistling in the kitchen so I must have a little more time to kill. Remembering that I wrote in the sub journal that I forgot Beanie's bath I decide it's a perfect time to fix that before it earns me a punishment. He's here watching me do chores anyway.
"You wanna play in the water, boy?" I ask.
His ears perk up realizing that I'm speaking to him. He follows me into the bathroom where I turn on the water and quickly shut the door, trapping him inside. Bean loves the idea of a bath, but not so much getting soaped up or towel dried.
"You're my good boy, aren't you Beanie?" I say setting him down in the tub using a high pitched voice people always seem to get when talking to babies. In a way Beanie is Edward's and my baby. We certainly spoil him the way parents do their kids.
I never had a dog growing up and his company is very comforting when Edward is at work. Our schedules are still a few hours off kilter. My personal shopping clients usually expect to see me by 10 or 11am. Edward doesn't head off to the news station until 3pm. I wait up for him every night and we spent time together until I fall asleep, but it still means eating dinner alone those nights. I should really invite Jake and Angela over to eat more often. They live just an hour away, in Forks where we all grew up...
Beanie startles me, jumping out of the tub soaking wet and covered in suds. I squeal as he slips and slides around on the tile, trying to get away. His little hotdog shaped body is not so easy to grasp when wet. After a number of attempts I finally catch him and deposit him back in the water much to his dismay. The floor, towel, and me are now all wet. Illustrating another similarity that Beanie shares with a child, he has made a huge mess of the bathroom while I wasn't paying close enough attention to him.
Edward calls me down to dinner a few minutes later. I quickly change into one of my preapproved submissive outfits before going down to meet him. He's prepared chicken cutlets, steamed broccoli, and white rice. The wine I purchased earlier at the grocery store has been poured into glasses on the table. Everything smells delicious and I realize just how hungry today's activities have made me. I sink to my knees on the cold tile at the entrance to the kitchen, presenting myself to my Master. Edward walks over to me and hums in appreciation at the dark blue baby doll negligee I'm wearing.
"You look beautiful, as always, Isabella," he says in a deep sultry tone. "Please, take a seat at the table."
We eat in silence, all the while my body humming with desire. Even after all this time together, nearly a year now; I still can't get enough of him. I can tell Edward showered while I was out walking the dog because his hair is almost tamed; the way it looks when it first dries. He's wearing a white button down linen shirt and dark blue jeans. He looks as edible as the food on our plates. When we've both finished eating I stand and clear all the dishes to the sink.
"I have a gift for you, Isabella," he says while my back is still turned towards the counter. "Go put your hair up in a pony tail and hurry back here. I'm eager for dessert."
"Yes, Master." I drop the dish towel immediately and hurry out of the room. The tone in his voice makes it obvious that my scantily clad body is on the menu. My mind jumps back to the grocery store when I purchased whipped cream per his request.
Edward is wiping down the empty breakfast table when I return with my long brown hair tied tight the way he asked. There's a wrapped gift box in the center of the table and I rack my brain trying to think of what he's going to give me. I kneel at his feet as I always do and he pets my head affectionately. It sends a rush of arousal through my groin every time he does that.
"I ordered this weeks ago and have been waiting for the right time to give it to you. I know you worry about other women at the club vying for my attention, no matter how many times I tell you those fears are unnecessary. I'm consumed by you, Isabella. You own me as much, if not more, than I own you and hopefully this gift will help prove that to you."
Edward reaches for the box and hands it to me. I don't doubt his commitment to me, or his love, but I don't think I'll ever stop looking out for other women who might try to take it all away from me. That reminds me of the psychopath from the night before with her stinky lavender love note. Her attempts to seduce Edward proves to me I'm not overreacting.
I take a moment to calm myself and refocus my attention on Edward. Opening the box I gasp. Nestled inside red tissue paper is a collar. A very obvious, decorative, and probably expensive collar. The band is black leather about an inch thick with diamonds nestled in the center spaced a centimeter apart all the way around. A platinum pendant hangs from the center with an E engraved on it.
I pick it up, eager for him to place it around my neck. The necklace I currently wear to symbolize Edward's ownership is a beautiful piece of jewelry, but meant to be something I can wear anywhere without drawing attention to its true meaning. This gift is the opposite of jewelry. It is very much a bold symbol of dominance, ownership, and my submission to him. Everyone at Coming Attractions will recognize it for what it is.
"Look at me," he pleads softly. I look up and see both dominance and love reflecting in his eyes. "You knew before I did that this relationship would work for us; that it could satisfy our sexual natures as well as fill the lonely voids in our lives. I don't know why I ever doubted you. I really need to stop because you always turn out to be right."
My face starts to break out into a smile and I fight to suppress it. Edward pushes up the sleeve on his left arm to reveal a slim leather bracelet that closely resembles my new collar. "I own you, Isabella, but you own me too. And now no one will doubt that we belong to each other," he whispers.
"I love it. Thank you, Master."
Edward reaches his hands around my neck and removes the delicate chain that also bears his initial. The thick leather collar feels heavy and stiff as he closes the clasp at my nape, and it makes me feel the way I do when I'm tied up during a scene. I feel controlled, possessed. Edward leans down and kisses my lips chastely. They part at the contact and he takes advantage, slipping his tongue inside my mouth and swirling it around mine. He pulls away far too soon, still in control of himself, but the hot fire of desire is burning in his eyes.
"Lie down on the table, pet. Oh, and you can take off that sexy outfit," he says smirking.
My stomach does somersaults as I follow his instructions, peeling the lingerie and thong off my body and climbing onto the table where we just shared a meal. I watch eagerly as Edward takes a container of chocolate ice cream out of the freezer, scoops two hefty spoonfuls into a waiting bowl, and returns with it. His hands grip my thighs and pull my bottom closer to the edge of the table. He positions my legs open with feet flat against the wood so I am fully exposed. He kisses my cleft, sucking gently, and then leaves me to retrieve something from the refrigerator. Whipped cream!
"Keep your hands flat on the table and don't move them or you won't come," he warns.
An ice cold dollop of chocolate lands on my right breast and I gasp in surprise. We've never played with food like this before. Banner, my previous Dom, once used hot wax on me and it felt strangely erotic. This is so much better. Edward spreads the cold ice cream over my nipples, making them stiffen into taut points. One drop starts to run down the side swell of my breast and Edward licks it with his tongue, cleaning my skin of the sticky sweetness and swirling it around my nipple. He sucks the ice cream into his mouth and swallows, sucking my nipple into his mouth in the process.
I moan in delight. "Do you want some, pet?" he asks. I nod my head emphatically. Edward takes a small spoonful and feeds me. The chocolate is so good.
He coats my nipples again and repeats his previous mode of cleanup. I can feel an achiness between my thighs that begs for his attention. As if reading my mind, Edward squirts the whipped cream in a long line down my belly that ends just where I need him most. He deposits a small amount on my closed mouth.
"Lick it off," he orders. I do and he groans. Then his mouth is on mine, devouring me. It takes everything I have not to wrap my arms around him as he kisses me so deeply and passionately. As if suddenly remembering the whipped cream he's left all over my abdomen, he stands up and walks down to my spread legs. Standing between them, Edward leans over me and slowly laps up all the cream that's starting to melt from the heat of my body. His tongue swirls around my clit making my hips lift up to meet his mouth.
"So greedy," he murmurs to himself. He tilts the bowl to the side spilling drips of the melting chocolate all over my pussy, and then his head is gone from view. I feel his tongue and nose press against me, licking and sucking and driving me wild. Edward is amazing at oral sex and with all this foreplay I know it won't take him long to make me climax. His tongue invades my hot center and his nose presses against the nub. His hands are gripping my hips possessively and my body convulses from the ferocity of his touch. A long intense orgasm bursts through my consciousness making me see stars. My fingers grip the edges of the table fiercely as he finishes cleaning me with his mouth. I shudder from the contact with my over sensitive skin.
I'm expecting Edward to slam his cock into me at any moment and fuck me hard after such a built up scene, but he surprises me by offering a hand to sit up. He wraps my legs around his waist, lifting me off the table, and carrying me up the stairs to our room. I'm sated and sleepy but still expect him to fuck me hard. Edward's prominent erection is proof that he isn't done with me yet. He lays my limp frame gently on the bed and strips his clothes off, tossing them casually to the floor. He crawls up the bed and covers my naked body with his. He fingers the new leather collar adorning my neck and plants sweet kisses all along my shoulders and chest. Instead of an intense possessive fuck like I am expecting, Edward eases his substantial length inside me carefully and thrusts in and out with agonizing slowness. He makes slow, attentive love to me until the pressure and feel of him inside me is too much to bear and I come again.
"Oh, pet. Fuck I love it when you come on me, baby," he groans following after me with just another couple deep thrusts.
After we take turns cleaning up in the bathroom and brushing our teeth, Edward and I fall asleep together in our bed, his hand possessively cupping my breast as we spoon under the covers. All in all, it's been another spectacular Saturday.
A/N:
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