Forty-One

B

"Tonight was a good night." I hum while Edward washes my back. "All things considered."

"It was," he agrees, placing an open-mouthed kiss on my shoulder. "But that doesn't mean you aren't in trouble."

"Trouble? On what grounds?"

He drops the loofah and trails his hands around, squeezing my tits almost painfully. "You teased me all night. I'm shredding those fucking jeans."

I lean back, smiling, when I feel how thick and hot he is pressed against my backside. "But they're my favorite."

His hand travels down, and I spread my thighs, thrilled that he's not too mad to give me what I need—a few orgasms and a good night's rest.

"You might be able to change my mind. But it isn't going to be easy," he warns and cups my pussy, pressing the heel of his hand into my needy clit, making me moan.

"Tell me what I need to do." I gasp when he thrusts three fingers inside me, still rubbing my sensitive bundle of nerves relentlessly.

"You're going to do exactly what I say without argument." He growls in my ear and quickens his movements.

I reach up and try to pull his head down for a kiss but the position is too awkward, and Edward fights me.

"Ah, ah, ah." He tsks. "I'm in charge tonight."

I whine out loud and start to come undone, but he stops, moving away from me so we're no longer touching.

"Edward? W-why?" I ask, turning to him with pleading eyes.

"How does it feel? Being left feeling like that?"

"Horrible. Please?"

"Now you know how it feels. You prancing around like that knowing I can't control anything."

''I'm sorry." I reach for him, but he turns off the water and grabs a towel.

I think he's going to dry me off, something he usually does, but he hands it to me and grabs another one and leaves the room.

"Don't keep me waiting, Bella."

My legs tremble as I dry off and anticipation fills me. Something tells me no matter how "mad" he's trying to act, I'm still going to get what I want tonight.

I'll settle for one orgasm as long as it's a good one. Edward will make sure of that. I'm positive.

"Bella," he calls, voice full of gravel.

I'm ready to tell him to shred the fucking pants, but there's another, bigger part of me that wants to see just what he plans to do to punish me.

"Bella."

I smile and join him. He's sitting on the foot of the bed, one foot tapping impatiently and fingers fiddling with an old tie.

"Took you long enough."

"I'm sorry?"

"You will be." He stands and his towel drops to the floor.

He's hard, so incredibly hard, and my mouth is watering. Surely, a blow job could be proper punishment. But Edward has other ideas.

"Get on the bed, Bella."

It's starting to annoy me that he's using my name instead of baby or beautiful, but I keep my mouth shut and crawl onto the bed like he instructed.

"Good girl. On all fours. Hands up."

I hold onto the headboard, and he uses the tie to secure my hands to it. Sweet Edward makes an appearance, checking to make sure it's not too tight, and is gone just as fast.

"Spread your legs."

Don't have to tell me twice. I'm so wet, practically dripping down my thighs. Edward notices this, sweeping his hand across my heat, making me squirm.

"Be very quiet," he whispers, coating two fingers with my wetness, trailing up to my no-no spot.

"Edward," I grit out, heart racing and fight my restraints. "No."

"Okay, baby." He chuckles.

My body relaxes.

"Now, it's been a long night. You in those jeans, and me unable to take you in the back and fuck you senseless."

"E-edw—" My words are cut off by a scream of pleasure. He just ... slapped my ass. He didn't swat it playfully. We're talking open handed with enough force behind it to sting. Deliciously so.

"I'm pretty sure I told you to be quiet." Another slap.

Oh my god. I never knew I was into this kind of kinky shit.

"Good girl," he repeats, soothing my marred flesh.

I bite down on my bottom lip to stop myself from telling him I'm not a fucking dog, but he delivers a few more spankings before entering me from behind without warning.

I choke on a surprised scream as he sets a punishing pace. I'll feel him for days, I just know it.

"No more jeans at Rebar." He grunts. "No more cutoff skirts and tight shirts. I can't fucking take it anymore."

I'm trying to meet his erratic thrusts but I can't with my hands tied up like they are.

As if he can read my mind, Edward reaches up and pulls the knot, freeing me.

"You're not giving me many options. Do you expect me to work in my underwear?" I ask, sweat pouring off my body. "Or naked?"

"Bella." Another grunt. He reaches around and attacks my clit with furious circles. "Time to come, baby."

And I do. I come and come and soak his cock as he finishes deep inside me with a roar.

I collapse onto the bed, not caring about the wet spot I've left, and my body convulses with aftershocks.

Edward leaves, returning with a warm washcloth and a glass of water. He takes care in cleaning me up and softly asks me if I'm all right.

"Are you kidding me?" I give a weak laugh. "I'm wearing those fucking jeans every Friday if this is how you react."

He chuckles and slides a thick towel under my body before joining me in bed.