Edward
I learned something new about Bella. She's a little bit of a koala. Which means she fucking likes to cuddle. A lot. That's a nice change from the cold shoulder I usually get. And the rolling out of bed immediately to take a shower. It's a really nice change. Although I'm playing with fire here since Bella's mother is down the hall in the master bedroom. In my bedroom.
Right now, I'm struggling not to fall asleep with this warm little creature cuddling to my side, her hot palm on my chest, her silky hair tickling my side.
It's fun to see Bella enjoy both the naughty and nice side of everything. She's a princess on the streets and a fucking whore in the sheets, that's for sure. I've never had the pleasure of meeting someone like that before.
Everything about Bella is refreshing. It's everything I didn't know I needed in a significant other. But that's the thing. The hiccup. We're not significant others. She's my stepdaughter. I'm a married guy screwing around. In his wife's fucking house.
"Stop beating yourself up and let us enjoy this moment while we can," Bella whispers.
"How did you know what I was thinking about?" I wonder.
"You've got that frown on your face. The one that you even had on your wedding day," she mutters darkly.
I decide not to comment on that. Instead, I think back to that day. It was a stressful day, one I had no say in. And if memory serves me well, Bella's right. Even my mom wasn't a big fan of that particular day. And she's the one who had been badgering me about finally marrying a nice girl since I turned twenty-one.
Bella pulls me back into the here and now, and sighs contently, her warm breath brushing over my exposed skin before she's trying to get even closer to me, her leg hooking over mine before I feel her luscious tits crush against my chest.
Little doll is trying to get more, but we really can't risk it. I've been in her room for over two hours. Even with Renée in her painkiller and wine haze, that's pushing our luck.
"Hey, baby," I whisper, my fingers brushing Bella's cheek.
"Hmm?"
"I..." I start, losing my train of thoughts when Bella looks at me like this. Her eyes are clear even in the darkness of her room.
She's so incredibly beautiful, naturally beautiful that it's unfair. She catches me off guard with every single look. But I need to be firm for now. This connection we share can't be the end of me. I can't give her my all. Not yet.
"We need to set some ground rules," I say softly. "So we don't screw ourselves over and get caught."
Bella's silent for a bit, and she pulls away before sitting up straight, running her fingers through her hair. I knew she isn't going to like this part, and neither do I. But it's necessary if we want this plan to work out.
"I was thinking about that, too," Bella says. She toys with the ring on her index finger. And then she shocks me.
"We shouldn't be fooling around in the house." She frowns. "It's too hard to be lost in your arms one second, and having to act like nothing is happening the next."
I nod quietly.
We're not even dating for Christ sake. Why the fuck does this feel like she's breaking up with me?
"So, what do you propose?" I ask.
Bella shrugs.
"You know I'm yours. I know you're mine." She says it so matter-of-factly it's like it's the fucking truth. But I guess it is right now.
"Behind closed doors," I smile.
"Behind every door except for this front door," Bella goes on. "I'm the doll you toy with. But make no mistake, Edward…You're my daddy every fucking second of the day. Don't you forget…" Her tone gets menacing, her eyes lighting up like fireworks. I guess this is another thing that makes my girl a little more dangerous. She is dangerous. And I like it, too.
"Wouldn't be able to forget even if I tried, baby…that pussy of yours made a permanent imprint on my dick," I wink.
"It better be the only pussy touching it, too…" She purses her lips, looking jealous as fuck, eyes sparking fire.
"I fucking promise."
I do.
"Good boy," she smiles wickedly. Her possessiveness makes me laugh, and turns me on so much I feel a tad stupid.
"Don't you forget it," I whisper before kissing her one last time. Bella hums against my lips, fingers tracing a path from my ear to my jaw, giving me goosebumps.
"Wouldn't dare, daddy," she grinnicks in between kisses.
"Go sleep now, sweetheart. You've got an early day tomorrow…" I trail off. As if I'd forget our little pact before everything turned X-rated.
"I do?" she giggles.
"Be at work by seven thirty a.m." I look at her one more time before I slip out of her sheets, and start pulling on my clothes again. "Because daddy will punish you when you're late, doll."
I still taste Bella on my lips, they're still tingling when I walk down the hall and into the master bedroom. Instead of feeling like a total cheat, I walk into the bathroom feeling like the happiest guy in the fucking world, dreading the fact that I have to wash my girl off my skin.
