Pairing: Bella/Paul

Genre: Adult (no intercourse or sex, but D/s could be construed as erotica, so consider yourself warned)

Rating: M, obviously

Word Count: 500

Prompt: Though the quote prompt "The world is a lot bigger than you and me." did technically inspire this one, I did not use it anywhere in the flashfic or the 100-word drabble sequel, Prompt #24, Mistress Isabella".

A/N: I need to point something about about this scenario. This is not true ritual BDSM play. This is a couple in a loving, consensual relationship, engaging in D/s roleplaying as part of their sex play. True BDSM with a professional Dom/me does not involve sexual intercourse. This is an important distinction. This is a roleplaying fantasy fic.

Bella's Puppy

Paul sat back on his heels, his burnished skin sheened with sweat, limbs shaking with the effort it took to hold the subservient pose—arms bent, hands zip-tied behind his head.

Bella circled him, her red latex catsuit and black leather boots hugging every luscious curve like second skin. She clutched a riding crop, her knuckles white on the grip as she turned it in her hand, smacking the tip into her other palm with a snap.

Paul flinched.

Fuck, but she had him on edge with this teasing shit today.

Stalking the room in a tight circle, she allowed him to watch the sinuous and deliberate movement of her boots as instep caressed curvy calf with every footfall, each measured step calculated and tortuously slow in sinful, artful choreography.

Paul whimpered behind his gag.

The telltale sound of the familiar spring hook clicking into place made his muscles go lax momentarily.

The sharp sting of her riding crop on bare cheek brought him back to attention seconds before she choked up on the leash, pulling his chin up, forcing him to all but close his eyes to avoid looking at her without express permission.

"You may look at me, Puppy. I want to see your eyes."

He obeyed, gazing at her, pleading with his eyes to allow him to speak.

Her expression never softened, but he saw the curiosity there.

"You may speak, Puppy." She yanked the gag from his mouth, but kept the riding crop under his chin for leverage. She loved to see him strain to hold his position, the sweat pouring down his throat and broad chest in rivers of proof of his desire to please.

"Mistress Isabella…" He dropped his eyes to her boots, desperate to ask for permission, but it was always a crap-shoot. She may be pleased that he sought to give her pleasure or she may be disappointed that he asked to give her pleasure, it depended on her mood. His only goal was to please, though, so he judged it worth the risk.

"May I…" He swallowed convulsively, glancing down at the riding crop before it fell away from view and she circled behind him, dropping into a deep squat. He felt the pulsing heat of her sex against his hip as she dragged the tip of the crop down the slope of his spine, curved in supplication.

It took all his willpower not to jerk away when the tip of the riding crop slid over his bare ass cheek.

She loved his ass.

Almost too much at times.

Her breath at his ear was hot when she asked, "You want to lick me, Puppy? You know how I feel about asking for pleasure."

"Not my own," he insisted, shaking his head. "Yours, always yours."

She stood, hooking one long, lean leg over his shoulder. Planting the heel of her boot on the floor between his thighs, she nudged his cock and he moaned.

"You may begin by licking my boots, Puppy."

The follow-up 100-word drabble sequel follows below.

Word Count: 100

Mistress Isabella

a drabble follow-up to Prompt #24, Bella's Puppy

The pack mind blew up in a mushroom cloud of lust as Paul recounted the memory of role-playing with his usually shy and quiet mate.

Embry's wolf's eyes bulged, "Why is Bella dressed like Britney Spears?"

"Fuck that." Jared rumbled. "Britney Spears wishes she looked that fuck-hot in red latex."

"We're supposed to be having a pack meeting," Sam whined, trying to restore order.

"Shut up, Sam!" Quil was nearly hysterical. "Don't ruin this for me! Brothers don't do that."

"She enjoys that?" Jake hissed, furious. "Playing your sick games?"

"Are you kidding? It was her idea," Paul said, chuckling.

E/N: If you haven't heard yet, meliz875 and I recently published a one-shot collaboration called "Brothers". It is markedly different than my usual erotic and science fiction fare. The genre is labeled as 'Family/Tragedy' for a reason. Heed the warning and arm yourself with tissues before you track it down to read on my profile.

I have another one-shot that I may be posting later tonight as well. LOTS of new reading material coming out in the next few weeks!