And the results are in! I'm so excited to say that Mia Bella won Second Place in Public Vote and Best Dirty Talking in the 2023 Bodice Rippers contest! Thank you so much to Ariel, the judges, and everyone who voted for this story! Also, a huge thank you to Fran for beta reading for me!
So, remember that new story I was talking about posting soon? Well, Mia Bella is technically an outtake based on my new, soon-to-be-posted Mobward fic! (Yep, back to Mobward for me!) If you enjoy these two in this one-shot keep an eye out for their upcoming story, Il Bellissima!
Ready for some lemony goodness from sin city? ;)
The lights from the Las Vegas strip illuminate my penthouse bedroom better than the soft glow from the lamp in the corner. Perfume seduces me as I tug on my cufflinks, freeing my wrists from the confining fabric of my crisp white button-down. My suit jacket already lies discarded against a plush gold chaise near the window.
"Let me help." The showgirl sprawled across my bed speaks in a breathless pant. My lips curve as my eyes drink her in. She's the devil's sin in high heels and a corset. It's blood red with a black ribbon lacing up the back, holding the garment in place. Her panties match, their black ribbons tied on the sides, begging me to pull and reveal the glistening pussy waiting for me.
But I enjoy the anticipation, so I shake her off, pulling my gunmetal gray tie from around my neck. It dangles from my left hand as my right wraps around the actual metal of the Smith and Wesson tucked into the back of my waistband.
She gasps, eyes wide as I place the weapon in a dresser drawer for safekeeping. When I face the bed, her thighs rub together as her fingers trail from her knee up the crease between her legs. Danger turns her on.
"Don't you dare touch yourself." My voice is low, commanding, and her eyes widen at the threat in my tone as her hand stalls, inches from where I want to touch her the most. "Put your arms above your head."
She listens. She's smart, especially for a showgirl. I wouldn't usually fuck an employee, but from the moment I first laid eyes on her long legs and supple body, her cascading mahogany hair, and plump lips, I knew I'd do anything to have her.
I'm careful not to touch anywhere but her wrists as I bound her with my silk tie, tugging her hands toward the headboard and knotting the fabric around the corner. She is diagonal across my gold satin sheets, hair in a halo around her heart-shaped face. I can't restrain myself any longer, leaning down and catching her lips with mine. Her mouth is pillowy soft as mine lands hard against it. I'm not gentle, swiping my tongue between the opening and demanding entrance.
Good girl.
She obliges, allowing my tongue to fuck her as a heat builds between us that has my erection straining against my slacks.
"Enough," I rasp, pulling away. It's not time yet. No. My little showgirl has tortured me all night in her barely-there costumes and with her sultry choreography. In a dark theater, watching her on stage, I was forced to delay my pleasure. Forced not to take my cock in my hand as I watched her body gyrate to the beat of the music, as her limber legs taunted me with their flexibility.
"Please," she whimpers and tugs at her arms to reach for me. But I've tied the knot in a way that her struggle tightens it more.
I send her a smug smile as I discard my shirt beside my jacket. I'll need them again when I return downstairs to run my casino after I leave her satiated in my bed.
"How many men do you think wanted to fuck you tonight?" I reach for my belt, slowly unbuckling as she catches her lip between her teeth, her eyes dipping to the bulge beneath my hands. "While you stood on that stage, seducing the audience, your body enticing everyone in that theater with the way you moved and the heat burning in your eyes as you enraptured them. How many of those men will go to their rooms tonight and rub their cocks to release, thinking of you?"
"I don't want them to, Edward! Please, I only want you." Her eyes shut tight, catching her mistake as she pulls air through her teeth. "I'm sorry," she moans. "I'm sorry, Mister Cullen."
But it's too late. She knows the rules. I swipe my belt from its loops and stalk forward. Her feet kick, trying to find purchase on the slick sheets as she scrambles away. Silly girl. She has nowhere to go.
I drop the belt to the mattress and reach for her hips, taking a bruising grip, my biceps flexing as I turn her until she's flat on her belly. Her thong and the laced-up back of her corset taunt me in the best way possible. I hum in appreciation as I slide my palm against the round globe of her right cheek, mesmerized by the soft creamy skin.
"You know the rules." I clench my jaw, my breaths shallow as I attempt to hold myself back from giving her a punishment that will have her screaming and begging- for more. It's always for more.
She tries to pull her knees underneath her torso, but that only serves to place her round ass on display. "I'm sorry, Mr. Cullen. Please, it won't happen again."
"You know the punishment for girls who misbehave," I growl, my finger tracing under the seam of her panties. She whimpers. My cock twitches. Fuck I shouldn't get off on this.
It's the monster in me. The mafioso. The man who must always be in control.
She knows what's coming the second my hand lifts. The smack of flesh hitting flesh, of my palm on her ass, has my cock leaking and my hand switching sides to mark her other cheek red.
I spank her four times, two on each cheek, enough to see her skin flush from the impact.
I lean in close, my breath in her ear. "Can you follow my demands?"
Her answer strangles on a moan of arousal. Her musky scent fills the air, and the lace at the gusset of her panties is dark with moisture. She's wet for me.
I need a minute. A break, because if I don't step away, I'll bury myself inside her tight heat and pound into her so hard I'll be coming before I have a chance to truly enjoy myself. Out the window, the bustle of Vegas at midnight centers me. I watch a scantily clad bachelorette party as they walk toward my casino. Good. Drunk women bring in horny men. Horny men spend money to impress drunk women.
I unzip my fly and let my slacks fall to the floor. They're added to the collection of discarded clothing on the chaise.
My focus turns to the reflection in the tinted window. Bellissima. My beautiful showgirl looks at me over her shoulder, her hair running down her back and tempting me to grab and pull. To fuck her from behind and force an arch in her back, causing her to take me in deeper. I stroke myself through the cotton of my black boxer briefs, making my abs clench with the pleasurable sensation.
"Mr. Cullen…" She's timid. Brown doe eyes watch me as she licks her lips. "Can I taste you?"
"Fuck," I grunt and tug harder, imagining those fuckable lips, colored red from her show makeup, wrapped around my dick. "You want my cock in that sweet little mouth of yours?"
The tip of her tongue darts out to lick her bottom lip. Moisture settles against the cherry red, and I imagine how her hot mouth can torture me in the best way possible. "Lay on your back and open up."
She does as I say, but she's awkward with her hands bound, so I untie the knot, freeing them and allowing them to take purchase on the back of my thighs as her head falls slightly over the edge of the mattress.
My cock hovers in the air above her face. She strains her neck, trying to reach the engorged head, and flicks the seam with her velvet tongue. No more waiting. I need this now.
I reach my hand under her neck, supporting her and propping her into the perfect angle before I slip my tip between her parted lips. I groan in ecstasy as the warmth and softness of her mouth surround my shaft. Pushing in slowly, I make her take me into the back of her throat until her neck bulges and her eyes water. With my hips flush to her face, her breaths through her nose are choppy against my balls.
This position allows me the control I crave and the submission I demand from her. I pull out slowly, my eyes affixed to hers, waiting for permission to take what I need. I won't force her, but I've never had to. She's never said no.
I stroke her cheek, allowing her to swallow and adjust while moisture collects at the edge of her mouth. "You like my cock filling your throat?"
"Yes sir," she rasps, her hands on my thighs pulling me toward her for more.
"I can't be gentle, Mia Bella." I use my Italian sparingly, but she truly is my beautiful girl, my Bella. The term fits.
"Please." It's a whimper, a plea for me to take my pleasure from her, a pleasure I know she's desperate to give.
My hips buck forward, and I'm filling her mouth again. I pause, buried deep, flush against her face once more while she massages my length with her tongue, her lips forming a tight seal as she does her best to suck in, tightening around me.
She releases me with a pop when I pull out, and she gasps for breath. A tear rolls from her eye, but quickly she's digging her nails into my ass, encouraging me to continue.
So I do.
I set a rhythm when I reenter and find bliss in the debauchery of taking her this way. One hand fists in her hair, tangling the wavy strands through my fingers while the other rests lightly against her throat, not enough to put pressure but enough to feel the movement under her skin as I fill her over and over.
I'm losing myself, giving over to base need, waiting to see how much she can take from me.
"You're doing so well, Mia Bella. Look how deep you can take me. How bad do you want my cum?"
She moans at the filthiness of my words. The vibration sends shock waves up my spine as my balls tighten. My chest rises and falls with each pump of my hips.
Through hooded eyes, I watch her trying to keep her composure. She's working to remain relaxed, allowing her throat to stay open for me, but I can see the struggle, the fight she's pushing away. She's had enough, whether she's willing to admit it or not. And I'm too close to coming. Fuck me if I'm going to waste the chance to shoot my seed deep inside her pussy.
Her chest heaves, sucking in air when I slide out and roughly fist my dick in my palm.
The rapid beat of my heart stutters as she looks at me, wrecked, abused by my want, but desperate for more. God, how she makes me crave her.
I reach for the nightstand, pulling tissues from a box and running them across her eyes. She takes one to wipe her mouth. As her breathing evens, a coy smile breaks across her face. She knows she did well.
"On your knees." I swallow hard, reaching for the discarded tie on the corner of the bed.
She flips over, once again presenting me with a view that rivals the wonders of the world. My cock twitches, and my hands take purchase on her waist, tilting her forward until her head and chest lay on a pillow she retrieved from near the headboard.
Gently, I pull her wrists, looping the silky tie around each until they are bound together behind her back. I'm pleased when she lets out a needy whimper and pushes her ass toward me, further opening her legs.
I slip my finger under the lace of her panties and along her slit, reveling in the wetness of her arousal. "Your pussy is greedy for my dick, isn't it?" Humming, I lift the pad of my finger to my lips and taste her nectar. "So damn sweet."
Her hips taunt me as they rock back and forth slowly, enticing me to peek at what's mine. Her panties fall to the sheets as I pull the ribbons on either side, revealing the pink folds of her most intimate place.
"Gorgeous," I whisper in reverence as my thumb pushes inside, and I relish how her entrance pulls me in, begging for more.
"Mr. Cullen, I need you inside me. Please don't make me wait." She bucks against my hand, pushing my thumb further inside, causing me to chuckle at her impatience.
The laced-up back of her corset mocks me. I don't have the patience to unravel the garment, so I reach forward and pull, snapping some of the hooks holding it in place. She gasps as I mutilate the lingerie, tugging the ribbon until one side is completely free and the deep red fabric drops to the mattress below us.
Throwing it to the side, I slide my palm against her spine, pushing her chest further against the bed until I reach her hair, wrapping it around my fist. "You ready to stretch for me?"
She groans with a "God, yes!" when I position the head of my thick erection at her entrance. I'm the biggest she's ever had, she's told me before, and each time I'm with her, I have to let her adjust, but tonight I can't be gentle. No. Not after watching her on stage for hours, not after the fantasies that ran through my head as I followed the movement of her body, not after the way she just let me fuck her mouth.
So, with a grip on her hair and a hand stilling her hips, I buck forward, the muscles in my legs tight with exertion as I kneel behind her and bury myself to the hilt inside her tight cunt.
She cries out in pain or pleasure, or some mixture of the two, her body struggling under my hold, torn between pushing me away and getting me closer. I count the seconds, gritting my teeth, giving her the time to stretch and allow for the invasive nature of our actions.
Soon her cries turn to moans, and she rolls her hips, signaling me to continue. So I do.
Releasing her hair, I take hold of her hips and grip with a strength I know will bruise her pale skin. I should feel remorse at my actions- guilt at marking her this way. But how can I when my fingerprints on her skin are evidence of my ownership? A symbol screaming to the world that she's mine.
I pound into her without mercy. Her "Fuck me" and "More, more" mix with my growl as I take her bound hands in mine, forcing her chest to lift and her back to arch.
She trembles as each pass of my cock hits the spot inside her that will make her come undone. I push away my release, knowing how much better it will feel if I wait until she comes. If I wait until she pulses around me, milking me for everything I have.
My thrusting slows to a deep sensual rhythm as I stroke her long and hard, the way she craves. "You wouldn't believe this sight, Mia Bella," I hiss, watching my shaft disappear between her folds. "You're taking my cock so well. God, such a good girl."
The praise has her growing wetter, her fluids covering us and dripping to the inside of her thighs. I pull her hands so she's upright, arched in an enticing way that puts her breasts on display and allows me so deep I hit her cervix with each penetrating rut.
I wrap an arm below her neck, across her clavicle, to keep her upright as the other reaches forward to pinch and roll a hardened nipple between my thumb and index finger.
"Edward, please!" The rules are forgotten as she closes in on her climax. My speed picks up because she's one step from flying, and I want to follow her off the cliff.
My voice is hoarse in her ear when I demand, "Tell me what you want."
"Touch me. God, please touch me," she pleads while my body begs for release.
I can't hold back much longer, so I listen, dragging my palm down the flat expanse of her abdomen, past the jewel hanging from her navel and to the slick nub of her clit that throbs with desperation.
I give her the lightest touch. She begins to shiver, her inner walls fluttering, so close to giving in. Pressing harder, I circle the bundle of nerves twice and latch my lips to the curve of her neck, sucking against the sweat-slicked skin.
"Edward!" Her scream echoes through the room as her pussy clamps down, and her body stiffens in my arms. I pump into her heat once, twice, and I'm gone. Seeing stars behind my eyelids, I vaguely register that I'm buried to the hilt, gifting my woman with endless spurts of cum.
I feel more hot liquid seep from me as she shudders with an aftershock, reacting to the force of my orgasm inside her.
Satiated and exhausted, I fall forward, catching myself with my forearm before I crush her body. But in the hazy glow of intercourse, I've neglected her bound wrists, and she struggles under me to flip off her stomach and escape the pillow her face is buried in.
"Oh, shit." I pull out, still half hard, and quickly untie her. She pants as she flips over, out of breath from exertion and the suffocation of the pillow. "You okay?"
She grins, catching her lip between her teeth. "Better than okay."
I trace my fingers along her temple, fixing a wayward strand of hair as I gaze in reverence at the woman who stole my heart- breaking me for all others. "I love you. You know that, Bella?"
"You've told me a time or two." She stretches, rolling her wrists and humming. "It's a good thing that I love you too."
"That so?" I raise a brow, teasing her, knowing she will meet my next request with resistance. "If you love me, does that mean you'll stop performing in the casino's show?"
"Edward, not this again," she groans and turns to her side, propping on her elbow and leveling me with a not-so-amused glare.
"I hate the way men watch you on that stage. And the way those costumes you wear leave so little to the imagination. I was serious when I said you arouse the audience."
She sighs and takes my hand in hers, weaving our fingers together. "It's my job."
"I'll find you another one," I promise.
Seconds drag on while emotions play across her face. Hesitancy is the most prominent. "Let me think about it."
I grin in victory because I know it's the best I will get right now. But I'm a determined man. I'll wear her down.
She giggles, laying her head on the pillow. "It's not helping your case when you fuck me like a man possessed each time you watch me dance."
"I can't help it. I take what's mine." I kiss her softly before standing and heading toward the bathroom. My brother is expecting me on the casino floor in half an hour. We have business with a high roller that we need to address.
"What's yours, huh?" She watches with a spark in her eye.
I wink from the doorway, a single word on my lips, a statement, a declaration.
"Mine."
That's what she is. Mia Bella, my beautiful Bella.
And I'm a man who will do anything to protect what's mine.
