Chapter 99

Chapter 99

BPOV

When this one first considered being Master's submissive one of her major concerns was how much pain she cold endure. It was a real fear as she hadn't ever considered herself to be a masochist and she certainly never would lump herself in with the pain sluts.

Throughout the time she has been in service to Master, pain has become something she has not only come to accept but also enjoy. It started out as a warmth in her body which enhanced the pleasure Master was giving her. Now with the events of last night she is beginning to wonder -

Does the pain make the orgasm better or does the orgasm grow out of the pain?

Putting down the pen to take another drink of coffee I glanced out the patio doors, watching Seth run around and pondered that very question. There was an unease in me and I wondered if it was a result of the intense session we had the previous night. The edginess wasn't an 'I'm freaking the fuck out' kind of thing, it was more of there was just something that wasn't setting right. Almost like a nervous twitch without the spasm, or I suppose it could be described as a strange disturbance in the force.

Something just wasn't 'sitting' right.

I couldn't put my finger on exactly what it was and it didn't hit me until sometime during the night. Of course that was probably because after our time in the playroom I was completely and thoroughly exhausted. The fatigue was so great that in my fried state of mind it took a direct order to get me into the bathtub. 

Then once I saw the oil, sweat, cum - both his and mine – along with some blood that had seeped from the cervical cup, coating my skin there was no doubt of the necessity to get clean. Still the warm water was so relaxing that I fought the urge to doze off while Edward saw to washing every inch of me. Including sticking his fingers inside to remove the cup, yet at that moment I just couldn’t bring myself to care.

My memory of walking up the steps was kind of fuzzy; I knew my own two feet carried me to bed as I fully remember sinking under the covers. There is also a faint memory of Edward joining me sometime later but I was already sound asleep. The next thing I became aware of was being startled awake, not from anything in particular, it was simply a 'jolt'.

One second I was in a deep sleep, the next I'm quietly calling out to Edward and turning into his chest. His arms tightened around me as I buried my face into the crook of his neck, letting his scent of his skin lull me back to sleep. Unfortunately the dreams followed and once again I was sitting in grand's kitchen, listening to my mother's voice imploring me to 'stay with the light'

I wish there was some understanding on what my subconscious was trying to tell me. It's not that the dream is scary or nightmarish, it's more that the recurrence was really starting to bug me.

Maybe that's the uneasy feeling that had woken me at six o'clock still wrapped in the warmth of Edward's embrace. The tight hold he had on me made disengaging myself from his arms a challenge and took me several tries before I could successfully escape. At one point I had even considered trying to sleep some more. But I had so many things on my mind that lying there in the breaking dawn of a new day was impossible.

With so much to think about I found myself at the kitchen table going over my list of all the things I needed to accomplish for the shower. The different stores which needed to be gone to and what extra chores had to be done before everyone started arriving the next day. Plus I still had no clue who was to be my escort for the day. Last time the subject was mentioned to Edward all he said was 'don't worry I got connections'

Wonderful

Whoever he had gotten to act as my security detail had better have a fondness for shopping, and not just the going to store to purchases what you need but also the process of browsing around. Because I still had no idea what kind of favors to make or exactly what decorations to get. Time was running short and everything had come down to the wire. I suppose that alone was enough to cause the unease in me or at the very least add to it.

A full page of 'things to do' and two cups of coffee later, my journal sitting in the middle of the kitchen table had me putting Leah's Shower plans aside as I started recalling the previous night. It was the most intense session Master had ever put his girl through. Every part of it from start to finish pushed me to reach inside of myself and give him another piece of my soul. There were times when I was frustrated as I kept thinking 'how much more can I take?'

Only to find out I could take a lot more, more humiliation, more pain, more dominance.

It started to become a testament to my service. It was as if my submission was no longer in question and I wasn't holding on to prove what I could take, I was taking what I could to prove I was holding on. And somewhere in that exercise of changing attitudes my entire being hungered for 'more'.

I craved everything Master was willing to give, not as a sense of pride in being able to prove myself but in a deep seeded carnal need of building desire. It felt so good, each slap of his hand, tug on my nipples, pull of my hair and lash of the crop, made my body burn in lustful need. 

The building intensity becoming so strong it was as if the whole universe revolve around each biting sting until the exercise concluded with one swipe of his fingers. Then my whole body exploded in radiant exhilaration, sending billions of warm tingly particles shooting through me as Master's slut came for Him in a mind blowing orgasm.

Still all that was nothing - absolutely nothing - compared to how he worked me, pushing me and filling me in a way I had never before experienced yet felt so completely elated over.

The way he drilled his slut and by that point there was no denying the pet was gone, the wanton whore was the only thing left. Evident by the way I begged him to take me, harder, deeper, faster while I worked myself over the dildo. Every inhibition was gone, replaced by His slave to carnality. Like at that moment my sole purpose for existing was for Master to fuck.

And did he ever fuck me

The agony and the ecstasy working together, driving me crazy with lust. My nerves so overloaded with pleasure and the intensity building so fast my mind couldn't completely comprehend what was happening. It was like an out of body experience, physically I was there but my soul was drifting along in another realm and it alarmed me. A kind of fear settled in me, afraid of not being able to hold off or perhaps it was the opposite and I was scared of letting go.

Calling out yellow without truly knowing what I was asking for or what I needed to ease the growing tension but Master knew – He knew.

Telling me to cum was like a reprieve from the doubt, He was giving me permission for my body to experience what my mind was trying to avoid. The orgasm was unlike anything I could have ever imagined, had I thought the previous release was mind blowing, the new one was unworldly. All I saw was a flash of light as my body soared to the highest heavens and just as I was coming back to earth, Master took me there again.

I was spent, completely and utterly spent. 

Perhaps the sheer amount of energy exerted in the playroom is the reason for the strange feeling of unrest. Perhaps like my sore nipples and tender butt hole, my invigorated nerves are going to take a day or so to recover. Whatever the reason, an overloaded day, strange dreams, fatigue or strenuous sex, there was something there I just couldn't put my finger on. 

Which was why I started writing in my journal, spilling out my heart and soul while documenting every detail of one of the most fantastic nights of my life.

Picking up the pen I glanced down at the last line I wrote

Does the pain make make the orgasm better or does the orgasm grow out of the pain?

Still having no answer all I could do was stare at the page while drinking the last of the coffee in my mug and writing.

I suppose that is a question this one will have to try to figure out before she can give an opinion on

what she thinks about the answer.

“Morning babe” Edward said coming into the kitchen wearing pajama pants and a T-shirt along with a slight trace of worry on his face I didn't quite understand but greeted with a smile “Good-morning”

Giving me a kiss he surveyed the table before meeting my eyes “I woke up, reached out and all I got was a cold pillow”

“Oh you poor baby” I smirked “what an awful way to start the day”

“You know it...” he gave a half yawn while asking “how long have you been up?”

Glancing at the clock to see it was a few minutes after seven I told him “An hour”

Holding my chin Edward stared into my eyes for a long moment as if he was searching for something before he asked “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I'm fine” smiling then adding “why wouldn't I be?”

Releasing my chin he shrugged “You slept weird, half the night you were dead to the world and the other half you were...restless”

“Yeah...” acknowledging the truth “...weird dreams”

At that Edward pulled out the chair next to me, sitting down “That same one uh?”

Narrowing my eyes at him I wondered “How did you know?”

The smirk that makes my belly tingle appeared on his face “Your a sleep talker remember”

“Ohhhh...sorry I didn't mean to disturb you”

Raising one eyebrow he gave me a questionable look that made me giggle “I can say sorry” using both hands to draw a square with my fingers “Bella is at the table...and she can most definitely say, sorry...sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry”

Chanting the word until Edward started chuckling “Ok, ok... I get it, you're sorry. But that wasn't what I meant” the humor leaving his voice as his eyes burned with curiosity “I was more interested in why you would be sorry for something you have no control over. Dreams come all by themselves, besides personally I like the night ramblings. You come out with the oddest things sometimes...which is kind of cute” extending his hand he brushed it along my cheek “much as that blush...it's rather adorable”

His words making my cheeks burn and my vag start to hum.

Letting his hand fall from my face to the table he entwined our fingers “The talking also alerts me when something is bothering you. So the fact you haven't had a nightmare in a while and then one occurs after a session makes me wonder...”

I wasn't channeling any bent up repression and I didn't want him to worry “It's not really a nightmare Edward, it's just a dream...”

“The same dream about being in your grandmothers kitchen”

“Yes...it doesn't scare me”

Pursing his lips he nodded “So then what did scare you, what was the other dream about?”

other dream?

I was going to tell him there was no other dream when he brought up my waking during the night “You snuggled into me mumbling something about...'not like the box'...was that part of the dream?”

Was it?

I didn't remember saying anything about the box and usually those memories result in me hyperventilating and breaking out in a cold sweat. It took me years of therapy to get -not over it, because that is something someone will ever get over – but to at least not dwell on the misery. So it would surprise me to think that dreaming about James putting me in the box didn't cause me to freak out, which made me even more confident that wasn't what happened.

“No...it wasn't the box...” thinking back the best I could come up with was “I'm sure it wasn't a dream” 

Sighing the unease in me seemed to intensify “...it was dark, I knew it was dark but there were far away voices, talking so I wasn't alone and I wasn't confined in a small space. The voices were close but I still couldn't make out what they were saying, kind of like they were muddled”

“But it wasn't a dream” he wasn't asking me a question, he was almost stating a fact as if he already knew the answer.

“I don't think so, more like a feeling”

“Or a memory?”

Narrowing my eyes I wasn't sure what he meant “Memory of what?”

“I don't know, you said you could hear people, anything else you can remember”

“No...I wasn't afraid of the dark, in fact it was unusually pleasant there...it was the blackness that woke me up”

Giving my hand a squeeze before release it, his face got a puzzled look as he pursed his lips like he wanted to say something and was fighting to remain quiet. A moment later he sighed and reaching out Edward picked up my empty cup asking if I wanted a refill. Telling him yes my eyes followed him for moment thinking perhaps he might say what was clearly on his mind.

Instead he pour the coffee and asked “So what are you working on?”

“Making a list of everything that needs to be done today...which reminds me, who's going to be my escort”

Turning to come back to the table Edward struggled to keep a straight face “Didn't I tell you yet?”

“No you didn't”

Setting the cups on the table he continued with the smug expression “Well I suppose since you waited this long another forty-five minutes wont kill you”

“Come on Edward... tell me” whining for a moment then realizing exactly what he said “forty-five minutes?”

“Yeah I asked that he come early, that way he can eat breakfast with us, you can get use to him and I can make sure he's clear on his duties”

“And this person knows we're going to be shopping all day, and he's going to be fine with getting my house ready and doing girly things”

“Girly things?” Edward questioned with a smirk and at my nod he assured me “He will happily take you everywhere you need to go today Bella, with no time or destination constraints. He's yours all day to order around and be at your beckon call”

I was going to give a smart ass remark about giving the poor guy estrogen overload instead my curiously got the better of me “So what's the going pay rate for a babysitter these days?”

Edward laughed “No pay...it's a personal favor”

“And I'm going to like this person?”

Edward narrowed his eyes “Bella I can't think of anyone you don't like”

Rolling my eyes I mumbled “I can think of a few bimbos”

“Are we ever going to get past them?” His eyes a mixture of both regret and irritation which continued to bore into mine with an imploring intensity.

Feeling bad that I even brought them up I shrugged it off “I guess as long as they leave me and you alone...I suppose in twenty-years”

Inclining his head towards me Edward kissed my cheek “In twenty years it will still only be you my Bella who has ever captured my heart.”

Sitting back in his chair Edward took a drink while nudging his chin at my open journal “What else are you working on?”

“I was just documenting our session from last night”

“Read it to me”

Reading my journal out loud still wasn't my favorite thing to do, it was bad enough when Edward picked it up and read it for himself. Having me voice what was on the written page was worse because it just seemed so much more inmate, as if it was an open window into my soul. Which I suppose is the meaning behind the exercise, writing, voicing and expressing the hidden facets of the inner workings of my mind. Instead of seeing it as an invasion of my privacy, I began to view it as a way of baring all to Master. Which although I was still not completely happy with having to read to him, the idea of it closing the gap between us made it easier to comply.

Starting with my initial impressions of his telling me I was late for our usual along with the reconciliation in agreeing with his assessment. Which was not as easy an accomplishment as it sounded, in my own mind I felt like I was on time, in fact I was a few minutes early. He was the one who knowingly, took the time to explain the new protocol rule of not turning my back to him. Then dismissing me with the intention of beginning the night all over again. So at first being called tarty was not something I was ready to accept. However as I thought of his explanation and his view point, I could see where he was coming from and agreed.

Reading my writing there was another question that came out.

Master has always made it abundantly clear when his girl has been inattentive. And then so there is no confusion on the mater, He will discuss it with her, allow her to explain herself and then tell her in detail what the punishment will be.

In this instance only two if the three parameters occurred, I knew there would be a punishment I just had no clue as to when or what it would be and that makes me wonder why Master would disregard his own rule by not keeping me informed.

“I didn't disregard anything” Edward's response causing me to stop reading and glancing from the journal to his eyes all I could do was sit there and wait for him to elaborate and he did.

“I asked how you intended to pay back the lost time, your suggestion of adding it on to the end was out of the question. And I specifically told you my time frame for the evening was set, meaning there was no extension and from that it would be safe for you to conclude your punishment would be taken care of within that allotment of time”

“How am I suppose to know that? Other times it was taken care of the next day or...”

Leaning forward Edward gave me a hard glare as he interrupted “That's true but in those instances I have always said 'I'll take care of that later' or something along those lines. Then you know the mater has not been rectified in my mind and it will be brought up again.”

After making his point Edward relaxed back into the chair and continued with his explanation “Sometimes the situation will require further discussion or perhaps I'm not completely comprehending your side or visa-versa.”

Taking another drink his face took on a serious quality “I can't just arbitrarily commence with a punishment for something you don't completely agree with. That would be wrong and constitute an abuse of my power. So it requires extra discussions or maybe the punishment itself is not conducive with the rest of the session. There's several reasons why it's put off until a later time and as you've said, later could be the next day or the next session. Either way you are aware the matter has not been put to rest and will be brought up again.”

Ok...I guess that kind of made sense, still there was the mater of not knowing what my punishment would be, Edward relaxed back in the chair and answered that question too.

“Now as to me not informing you of what the punishment would entail, you are correct, however I didn't overstep the boundaries of your rights. If I remember correctly and you can tell me if I'm mistaken, but I was given carte blanche on how to administer your punishment.”

“carte blanche?” I asked skeptically

when the hell did that happen?

“Yes...” Edward was awful sure of himself “...unrestricted power to use at my own digression. I was told my slut would comply with whatever I saw fit as a proper punishment. Therefore because it was completely left in my hands and I had decided to incorporate the punishment into the play, there was no reason to inform you. At least not until you had fulfilled my requirement at which time I informed you the debt had been paid and rewarded you for pleasing me.”

“So by my saying I would comply...”

“I told you many times, I am a man who thrives on control and will gladly accept any chance to dominate. So once you have granted me unconditional authority by saying you would comply with whatever I saw fit that is exactly what is going to happen. That is where the trust comes in, you know whatever I decided would be fair and I knew I could count on you to fulfill it simply by remaining obedient. I couldn't have told you the details of what I was planning because it would have ruined the element of surprise for the both of us. Besides, the added component to our playtime gives a little bit of spice and keeps the night from getting monotonous...don't you agree?” adding the last part with a sly smile.

I couldn't really answer because I was kind of stuck on what Edward had said before that “What do you mean by, it would have ruined the element of surprise? What surprise?”

He scuffed as if there was no way he could believe I didn't know what he meant “The surprise in when you were finally going to get to cum”

“But you knew...”

“No...” shaking his head and giving me that panty dropping smile of his “I knew how many times you'd be denied, I had no idea how long it would take to reach that point. It could have been ten minutes or all night.”

“And you enjoy that?”

“Fuck yeah...that's one of my greatest joys. Watching you get lost in everything, seeing your desire build. Knowing I have the power to allow you pleasure or in this case repeatedly deny it. Knowing there was a reason for the refusal gave me the incentive to continue even though I may want to give in. Then your resulting frustration is kind of an added bonus...” he chuckled “...it's rather enjoyable watching you struggle to remain obedient.” he shrugged like it was nothing “In the end the whole thing was worth it...” the sly smile was back “...or are you telling me that orgasm by my hand wasn't worth the wait?”

Oh he's a cocky bastard sometimes

Not bothering to respond to that presumptuous remark I went back to reading, only to come to the part of the evening when he finally allowed me an orgasm - and the bastard laughed

“I guess that answers my question”

Refusing to acknowledge his comment I attempted to keep readings when Edward said through his laughter “Wait..wait...Read me that part again, something about a 'mind blowing orgasm'...” the jackass continued to laugh “...come on Bella...you can admit it..make my day and tell me how much it was worth the wait”

“No” determined not to give him the satisfaction

Internally I agreed the orgasm was worth the wait and yes I wrote it down in black and white for all of eternity. But he was being so damn smug, hell could have froze over before I'd freely admit to his being right. Setting my jaw I continued to stare at his amused expression until he finally shook his head and gave one last snicker.

“Always so stubborn, maybe after your sighing habit is completely taken care of we'll start working on that rebellious tenacity of yours.” 

Raising an eyebrow his lips twitched as he fought off a smile while suggesting “Perhaps a few more spanking will cure that habit”

I gasped “You wouldn't”

“Why not, you certainly enjoyed it last night”

I thought back to the spanking he gave me when I stomped my foot. I don't know what the hell I was thinking, it was like an emotional release or maybe my hormones were having their last hoorah as I was slightly more moodier then normal. Whatever the reason; my foot came down quicker then I could have stopped it.

Worse was Edward was right, I had enjoyed it, not the being naughty part - and it was deliberate naughtiness. But the spanking along with the humiliation of being sent for corner-time was completely arousing. I have absolutely no idea why something that should be demeaning causes me to become filled with desire but it does.

Standing there perfectly still with my nose an inch away from the wall, knowing my red bottom was on full display and reciting that stupid phrase with my thighs tightly pressed together, was torturous.

It took everything I had to not squirm and rub against my own skin to alleviate the tension in my clit. It wasn't even tingling, the blood was literately thumping through the bundle of nerves making it ache as the wetness seeped down my thighs.

Just the memory had me wiggling against the wood of the chair making Edward smirk and my post-hormonal indignation grow “You think you know everything”

“I know you nâhtötse...” leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees “...I know that little hitch in her breath means your getting aroused”

Placing his hand on my calf it started to slide up my leg “...I know the fact that your biting lip, means your getting wet ”

His hand continued to move north over my knee and under the front of my nightie “...and I know that look in your eye means my touch is sending waves of desire through you”

His hand reached the junction between my thighs and I shamelessly parted them letting out a whimper as his fingers skimmed over my outer lips. “Oh yes my love, I might not know everything but I definitely know you”

Yeah, that was all it took.

I attacked him.

Springing from my chair I straddled his lap and plunged my tongue into his mouth while grinding myself against little eddie.

He must have known me very well because there was absolutely no shock in his actions. Holding my bottom with both hands he pushed up against my assault making me moan into his willing mouth. My breathing had picked up even more as his lips left mine and found my neck, kissing and nibbling his way down as I thrust my breast out. The slight pain from him brushing over my sore nipples making me moan even more and I wanted to feel his mouth on me.

Edward must have had the same idea as his hands moved over my sides until he was pulling down the front of my nightie, exposeing my breast. His mouth was gentle, kissing, licking and teasing my nipples causing the slightest ammount of yummy pain.

“Ohhhh...yes...” the moans came from my mouth while my hands fisted his hair, holding him to me and I rocked my happy spot over his dick. Each movement of my hips was met with a matching one from Edward and my orgasm started to build. My body was practically singing with desire, so lost in the yumminess that all thoughts of reason were gone.

It came out of nowhere, one second all I could think about was how good hot hard dick felt againt my clit and the next Fred Flintstones popped into my head. 

My plan to leave him high and dry for the next day and a half was not exactly working out the way I thought it would. Then again I hadn't truly taken own my desires into consideration and lets face it, since I've been with Edward, my sexual appetite has increased exponentially. Still I knew with all the control Edward had over his body I was going to need to use every trick I could think of. The bet was going to be a 'war of wills' and I needed to treat it that way, first and foremost no matter how much it killed me, I had to implement my major strategic offense.

Operation Cock Block

OCB was already being sabotaged by my own Benedict Arnold hormones.

Moving back from his insistent mouth was hard yet completely necessary and my panting breathes were not exactly conducive to halting what was sure to happen yet I still did it “I have to shower”

“What?” my poor unsuspecting man was just as winded as I was.

“Yeah...” the neediness still coming through loud and clear and my clit screaming at me to sit back down as I held his shoulders and stood on weak legs “...my chaperone will be here soon and I have to be ready”

Edward's eyes narrowed ever so slightly “Ok, I'll join you”

Great – now what the heck do I do?

“Alright but can you let Seth in for me”

“Sure”

“Oh and can you feed him too” I added quickly while walking away

I figured that would give me five minutes, if I hurried and since I didn't wash my hair, I might be able to get in and out before Edward even got upstairs. Because lets face it my resolve might have been strong but my body was weak and it would have only taken a little bit of persuasion on Edward's part for me to crumble.

Stripping off the nightie I put my hair up in a large clip and was under the spray before the water even heated. Squeezing a drop of body wash on the puff and lathering it up I started rubbing it over my shoulders, down my arms, under my breast and over my belly. I had just bent forward to start my legs when the door opened and Edward stepped in.

“I'll do your back”

Taking the puff, his touch sending tingles through me as he worked the scrubby on my skin, down my back and over my hips. My body was picking up steam quicker then the shower stall; when he turned me around to rise off the soap I caught the look in his eyes. A split second later his lips were on mine and a persistent little eddie was happily poking me in the stomach.

I don't know how in the world I thought OCB was going to be an easy mission because my body responded the same way it always did.

Desire ran through me pure and strong and I had to think fast. Pulling my head back my hand making a slapping sound as I clamped it against my face “Oh...there's soap in my eye”

“Let me see” The tone of concern in Edward's voice making me feel guilty as he drew my hand away to try and help me remove the make-believe irritation. His sympathy for me coming out as he ran the pad of his thumb over my eye with a look of pure concentration.

I really did feel bad about fabricating an injury but Fruity Pebbles mania knows no bounds and it was the first thing I could think of.

“Better?” Edward asked hopefully as I fluttered my eye open.

Feeling little eddie still poking me in his hopeful saluting position I had no choice but to stick with the story.

“Noooo...it still burns” I whined while quickly clamping my hand over on my eye.

“Here...” stepping back he held open the glass shower door “...go rise it out with some cold water from the sink” the guilt rising as he held my elbow to steady me on the wet floor “...be careful baby, don't slip.”

I went through the motions of pretending to rinse out my eye and brushed my teeth before heading into the bedroom. The water in the shower had just shut off and my phone vibrated on the nightstand, noticing the time was only quarter of eight I wondered who the heck would be calling so early. Seeing it was Leah I quickly answered the phone and thinking ahead asked if she'd call me back in five minutes.

If I knew my man – and I did – fifteen minutes was plenty of time for a quickie and once he surmised my eye was alright, we'd me right back at it, so Leah was just a little bit of added insurance.

Making sure the ringer was on I went over to the dresser to start getting dressed just as Edward came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and a tube of lanalin in his hand.

“We didn't get to finish our discussion this morning and I never got to ask how you were feeling”

“You did ask, I told you I was fine.” I said taking out my bra and underwear.

“No... I asked about your sleeping, now I want to know physically, how sore are you?”

“Ummm...” I was thinking of answering on a scale of one to ten but Edward sat on the bed and gave me the hand signal to go to him “Come here, let me see”

Dropping the towel around myself I stood in front him while he visually inspected my breast “You were wincing earlier when I touched them, do they hurt very badly?”

“They feel...well I can feel them” that was the best way I could explain it “not like an throb just a constant tingle”

“And when I touch them?” he asked while applying a small amount of pressure with his fingers, the agony was enough to make me suck air in through my teeth.

“Yeah I gave them a good workout but there's no abrasions and they're not cracked just very tender”

Leaning in he kissed the tip of each nipple before gently licking over the left one. The warmth of his tongue in soothing contrast with the accompanying pain that brought about a clenching in my belly and a pulsating in my clit. The hands on my hips gripped tighter as he leaned back to lay on the bed taking me with him until I hover over top with my breast still at his luscious mouth. Without any thought my legs automatically straddled Edward's thighs and I was once again in a vag to penis position. The moan came from my mouth without any conscientious thought as he switched breast and my hips bagan to move on their own accord.

All I could do was feel him, touch him, want him.

The sound of “Love Shack' playing made both our heads crane in the direction of the nightstand and it was Edward who expressed concern “It's really early, you better get it”

“Yeah” I said scurrying across the bed to retrieve the shrilling phone and answering with less eagerness then I should have “hello”

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah sure”

“You sound out of breath”

no shit

“Seriously, are you alright, why did you want me to call you back?”

to stop me from jumping Edward's bones, or rather one bone, one nice, big, hard, bone.

Smiling at the thought I gave Leah as honest an answer as I could “I just got out of the shower, your calling early is everything alright?”

I already knew the answer but glancing over my shoulder at Edward it was clear he was waiting to hear because as Leah said 'yes, everything is fine' I gave a nod and his expression went from worried to a cross between remorse and annoyance. The expression on his face at missing another chance for some nookie was just too funny I couldn't help but to silently giggle. Edward smirked and giving my upturned bottom a swat muttered “later”

Not if I can help it.

Remaining on the bed I multi-tasked by watching Edward get dressed – smirking at him shaking his butt at me when pulling up his boxer briefs - while still holding a conversation with Leah. She had the proofs ready for me to look at and wondered if there was anyway I could stop by sometime during the day to see them. She knew I didn’t want to show them all to Edward and since I was under an imposed house arrest...

"So do you think he could drop you off?"

I didn't know who was going to be with me all day but Edward did say he'd take me everywhere I needed him to so I guess that meant my sister's too “Ummm...are you going to be home all day?”

“I'm grounded Bella...” the way she said the words made me burst out laughing and Leah became indignant “Go ahead bitch...laugh it up”

“I'm ...sorry” I said wiping the tears from my eyes

“You don't sound sorry” she wasn't finding my humor funny at all

“I really am, besides it's not my fault.”

“I know it just...sucks” she too was finally giggling “anyway you'll be able to stop by?”

That would have to be the first stop “Yeah...is nine ok?” when she agreeded I assumed it best to inform her of my chaufer “I'll be with someone”

“Who?”

“Ummm...a friend” that was a good answer after all I figured after a whole day with the guy we'd either be really good friends or he'd never want to see me again.

Edward had completely dressed and was standing in front me with the tube of lanolin and I knew exactly what he wanted. Ending the call, I threw the phone on the still unmade bed and stood to make it easier for him to apply the lotion to my nipples.

The small wince I gave caused his eyes to dart to mine “We didn't get to finish our discussion...”

Interupting I grinned “Do you want to do it later?”

“No, I want to do it right now. You make sure to take this with you and apply it at least two more times throughout the day. It will help a little bit with the discomfort but more importantly it keep the skin moist so it doesn't crack. Now how's your rectum?”

Stupid that I should be self-conscious yet I was and bitting my lip my eyes looked anywhere but at his “Ummm...it's...”

“Sore?”

“Well I know it's been used...but it's not horrible...” grinning I teased “do you want to see there too”

“Yeah, I do” Edward wasn't teasing, his eyes told me he meant it when he said “Bend over”

“Why?" 

“Bella...” he said diplomatically “I rode you hard last night, I need to make sure there's no damage”

“I thought you looked last night?” it was an attempt to deter his intentions - one that didn't really work.

“I did, and now I'm going to check again” glancing at his watch his tone became more instant “I don't have time to debate with you, we can do this the easy way, where you bend over grab your ankles or the hard way where I put you over my knee and spread your ass cheeks apart. Either way it's going to happen because I need to inspect your rectum.”

Raising one eyebrow he glared at me “So tell me my Bella, which way shall it be?”

Not bothering to vocally answer I just turned around and choose the easy way, feeling awkward at the fact that Edward was getting up close and personal with my ass. It didn't take very long still my face burned and after he put some of the lotion on the surrounding tissue he patted my thigh and told me I could stand up.

After the initial head rush I was met with his contrite gaze. “I'm sorry I was so harsh, it wasn't about pulling rank. I just...” Edward sighed and his expression became inquisitive “I honestly can not understand why a simple examination bothers you so much. Honestly Bella what is it? You have no problems whatsoever with me sticking anything I want up there yet you balk at even the suggestion of having me inspect it.”

Edward continued looking at me, waiting for an answer “I don't know...it just really...personal”

“There's no such thing as personal between the two of us Bella”

“Don't take it like that Edward, after all it's not exactly my favorite thing to be bearing all at my yearly pap either. I mean how would you feel if I told you to bend over and spread your cheeks so I could get a good look at your poop chute?”

Being the smartass he is sometimes, Edward did just that, sticking his denim clad ass at me and since it was such a good target I couldn't help but slap it – hard.

“OWE! Fuck...damn nâhtötse”he jumped up, rubbing the spot while I giggle “Don't be such a baby”

“I'm serious that fucking hurt” still rubbing his butt while complaining.

“Come on...that was just a love tap” I said moving to the other side of the bed where I had dropped my clothes.

“Love tap my ass” he muttered while going into the bathroom and calling out over the running water in the sink “no wonder Emmett got a black eye. You're freaking strong”

He came back into the bedroom drying his hands on a towel, tossing it into the hamper he came towards me just as I was zipping up my jeans. “Come here and kiss me, and tell me you forgive me for me an insensitive ass.”

“You weren't an insensitive ass...” I said stepping in close to him and tilting my head towards his for the kiss he requested. Pulling my head back Edward continued to keep his arms around me while I smiled up at him “...maybe the ass part...but not insensitive, just dominating, and I kind of like that part of you”

“Do you now?”

“Um Hm” nodding while reaching up on my toes for another kiss.

“You just kind of like it?” grinning at me like the Cheshire cat because he already knew but I told him what he wanted to hear.

“Ok...I love it but I love you more”

“Well that's always nice to know, because I love you too. And I'll try to remember your personal...” saying the word as if it left a nasty taste in his mouth “...spaces.”

His face turned almost pleading as he continued “You're going to have to see my side on this one too Bella and somewhere in there we'll find a happy medium”

“Ok” 

Our comprise occurred just in time for the doorbell to ring and the basic quiet of the house to be disturbed by Seth barking. “Gee I wonder who that is?”

“Gee, I'll bet it's my babysitter”

“I think you can only afford to lose one bet at a time Bella” Edward chuckled as he left me alone to finish getting ready. His comment made me even more resolved to keep operation cock block in full force.

I was sort of both curious and nervous to see who I would be spending the day with so I hurried through getting ready and making of the bed. Standing in the mirror putting on mascara I gave myself the once over. The brown denim jeans and light blue cami covered with a white zippered hoodie was casual enough without being sloppy. The brown flats would be comfortable to walk around in all day and the ponytail hid the fact I hadn't washed my hair that morning. Grabbing my purse and phone I went down to see who Edward had coaxed into being my shadow for the day.

Not in a million years would I have been expecting the sight that greeted me on the other side of the swinging kitchen door.

“Hey girlfriend!”