December 25, 2022
7F
I thought I might have been pushing my luck asking her to kiss me, but by the enthusiastic way she was clinging to me and the adorable and insanely sexy sounds she was making, this attraction was mutual.
I gripped her ass and lifted her so I could walk her to the couch. The force of us landing on it while she was still wrapped around me had my cock kicking against my zipper.
Bella's gasp broke our lips apart and she awkwardly shifted so she was straddling my lap instead, though doing so had her sitting back a little.
"I'm sorry, that was a little forward, but I'd been thinking about that for a while."
Bella blushed a deeper red and ducked her head even further to the side. "It isn't that. I'm just … I don't know how to say this."
"It's okay, Bella. Just tell me," I urged.
"I'm not into kinky shit. I tried it once and I can't. I'm sorry if that's a disappointment, but—"
I cut her off, quick to reassure her. "Bella, neither am I."
Her eyes shot up to mine. "But your show? I mean the way you use your whips and the variety of them, I just assumed … I'm sorry, I'm an idiot." Bella tried to scramble off my lap, but I held her in place.
"Those are bullwhips and trick whips. They'd at best leave bruises and welts, and at worst cut you. It's why I give the warnings I do and only really work with Emmett, or on rare occasions, Alice. Plus, if I did that in the bedroom, I'd be thinking about it onstage, which would lead to a bigger problem."
"A big problem indeed," Bella murmured.
I chuckled at her comment. "Why don't we go back to our marathon and we can leave those discussions until I've at least taken you to dinner?"
Bella went to move again and this time I let her, taking a trip to the bathroom to rearrange my problem and splash some water on my face. Suddenly it was way too stuffy in here.