Chapter 13

EPOV

We lay in my bed, Bella’s cheek pressed against my chest. She was very quiet, and by her unwavering breathing I assumed she was asleep. I on the other hand was wide awake. I debated as I carried her from our session which room to place her in, deciding that she should get use to her own room. Besides she was accustomed to sleeping alone, and I had to clean up the playroom and I still had some work I needed to finish. Our session had gone very well. I watched her become a burning flame of desire right before my eyes.

With each placement of the flogger, she released further into the sensation. The smell of her arousal, hung heavy in the air. My dick was doing summersaults in my pants, wanting to get inside of her so badly. I played her body as I wanted to, and she responded better than I expected. Bella panted with each strike, reaching with her body begging for more.

I thought she was close, but because I don’t know her responses very well, I couldn’t be sure, so I needed to ask her. I can’t wait until I didn’t need to rely on her affirmation. I needed to be able to judge on my own how her body reacted and then give her the command to cum. Or I could always have the enjoyment of taking her back down, then watching her respond to my actions as I build her back up.

Her voice was so breathy and needy; my dick twitched and throbbed from the sound of it. Her scream of pleasure and complete surrender, brought me such satisfaction. I watched her give over to the sensations and finally go limp. She was absolutely beautiful. I had to quickly catch her, sitting her on the horse. I couldn’t wait any longer, needing to be in her immediately, I was so hard it was fucking painful. As soon as she started being lucid I rolled on a condom, grabbed under her knees, pressing her thighs out.

The plug was still in her, and I shouted along with her as I drove my cock in as far as it would go. Between the vibrations and tightness that was just Bella; I knew I wasn’t going to last long. I needed her to cum again; she seemed so close, just needing something to push her over the edge. I bit her nipple making her cum hard.

My fucking balls felt like they were pounding, I needed my own release. Pushing her thighs further apart plunging into her with all I had, yelling out my own climax. I came so hard, my legs were shaking. I held on to her back collapsing on top of her. Once my own breathing was under control and I had the strength to pick Bella up, I carried her to the tub. We sat in the warm water her back against my chest as I massaged her thighs listening to her sighs of contentment. The feeling of this magnificent creature against my body brought me more joy then I have ever known.

I debated whether to put her in my room or her own, settling on the later. Even though it was the first time she slept in my house. In my mind I thought she was use to sleeping alone. Because in all actuality she would be here three to four nights a week and she should get use to her own room. But it was still hard to place her in that bed, cover her up and walk away from her. I had a strange feeling of regret as I kissed her forehead and walked out the door.

I was in my room working on getting more finals graded, while listening to what was going on in the room down the hallway on the monitor. The rustling of the bed became louder, for a minute I thought maybe she had woken. Her yelling brought me to my senses; I got to her as soon as I could. She was kicking her feet as if she was trying to get away from someone. She was clearly asleep, yelling ‘No!” over and over through tears.

Once I got her awake her little body was trembling and she was covered with sweat. I just wanted her to feel safe, taking her to my room seemed like the best option. When she calmed down I had to know if nightmares happened before or if it was triggered from our session.

She cried in my arms as she gave me more of a glimpse of the hell she went through. That fucking piece of shit locked her in a box. Left her there alone and afraid. How fucking long did he leave her in there? There are those in our lifestyle that use cages, personally it’s not for me. But what she went through has nothing to do with eroticism. First she didn’t agree to it, and she begged and screamed to get out. What he did to her was cruel and psychotic.

And what did she say? “I didn’t care what he did to me, just so he let me out of the box.” What the fuck did he do to her? My arms instinctually wrapped around her protectively. “Never again love. That will never happen again” I whispered into her hair as I kissed her head. Her small body fidgeted closer to me relaxing in my arms.

After a few minutes she sighed, “Edward” I answered her tenderly “What baby?” When she didn’t respond, my head moved back to try to see her face, but I couldn’t get a very good angle. As I moved she whispered my name again, snuggling back into my chest. She was sleeping. Was she dreaming of me?

She sighed again “No red, Edward.”

I chuckled softly not wanting to disturb her, because this was just too entraining.

“Edward..my Master..So beautiful” She called me Master I liked that title, I needed to get her to do that when she was awake, and did she call me Beautiful?

“Edward…mmm...sex-on-a-stick” Ok, that one did me in, I laughed, the movement of my chest must have disturbed her, because she rolled over onto her side. I wrapped my body around her, still chuckling. My body spooning hers listening for more little tidbits, but nothing came and somewhere during that exercise I went to sleep.

I woke up, reaching for the warm body that should have been along side of me, but came up empty. I thought maybe she went into the bathroom, but that was empty also. I made my way downstairs, the unmistakable smell of coffee and bacon coming from the kitchen told me where she was. I got the morning paper off the porch and went to see what was going on. Bella was by the stove, with her back to me. She still had on t-shirt I put on her last night, her long hair was braided in two pigtails, her body swaying and she was singing at the top of her lungs.

You opened up my world to paradise,
so nice
Feels so good my body liquefies
When you touch me I lose control and start to shake
Your love is so good I ain't gotta fake
Cuz everything you do is everything I like
The plot thickens,
time's tick'n,
you're my toy tonight

I stood in the doorway watching her, laughing to myself, wondering what the hell she was listening to. Her hips started gyrating as she sang
Tic Toc
Hands on the clock
Time to make my body rock
Move with me, you get me
So hot that I can't stop

She turned around from the stove, jumping when she spotted me in the doorway.

“Edward!” Her face flushed as she pulled the buds from her ear.
“What are you doing down here?” I chuckled,

“Enjoying the show” Her face turned pink, as I started walking towards her.

“Besides, I fell asleep with a warm beautiful woman next to me and woke up alone. I thought I was abandoned.” I reached out pulling her in my arms

“I was going to surprise you with breakfast in bed.” she replied looking up at me through her lashes.

“Oh, I was surprised” I said tugging on her ear buds. “I get breakfast and a floor show? How much more can one man ask for?” her blush making me grin

Our lips met, mouths parting, I growled as she pulled my bottom lip between her teeth.

“You’re going to get in trouble.” she shook her head, acting innocent

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, the kitchen is mine”

“No my sweet, only the table” her eyes widen in shock at my reminder

“What? I think we need to renegotiate” her hands were on her hips as she tried looking stern.

“I’ll renegotiate” I said swatting her bottom.

“Ohhh.. I like those kinds of negotiations.” her mock sterness replaced with a joyful glee as she wiggled her bottom against my hands,

“Do you now?”

‘Ah huh.”

“What’s for breakfast?” I asked looking over her shoulder as she moved away from me sighing

“I offer you renegotiations and you want food.” she sighed in mock irritation.

“Ah first things first and I never head into negotiations on an empty stomach” Bella sighed, I placed a chaste kiss in her lips before she moved away from me.

“The coffee is ready, and the flapjacks and bacon will be done in a minute.” I sat down with the paper and coffee. She put a place mat in front of me, and brought over the condiments. Reaching out for her hand as she moved by me, our eyes met; as I placed a kiss on the hand I was holding. The whole situation seemed very domestic, and for a split second I thought this is something I could get use to.

While we were eating, she was quiet, and I really needed to talk to her “About last night” I began.

“I’m sorry about that” her voice was quiet and I wasn’t sure what she was talking about.

“Sometimes I have nightmares” Oh, that’s what she meant.

“You don’t have to be sorry for that” I told her picking her hand up in mine, our eyes met and she smiled shyly.

“I was talking about our session”

“Oh, what about it” her blush was back, every time I see it, it makes me smile.

“I was just wondering if you were alright with the way things went. Was there anything you didn’t like?” Bella’s expression changed and I could see her thinking, before the blush crept back on her face.

“No, I liked it all.” I took a deep breath , I was going to have to be more specific.

“How about when I was chastising you? How did that make you feel?” her bottom lip went between her teeth.

“I’m waiting”

“May I have a minute to think?” I nodded watching her get her thoughts in order.

“I...can I say I now?”

“You’re at the table.” I reminded her. She took a deep breath

“Ok, I felt bad, like I left you down. I didn’t realize you wanted me to keep a record of my diet or exercise. Do you want me to record my sleeping also?”

“That would be best, and if you didn’t completely understand you should have asked for clarification.”

“I should have, but I didn’t know. Even so, I felt like a naughty child, and like you were disappointed in me. I didn’t like that, not what you were saying. But that feeling of… shame... Yet” she sighed before continuing
“I don’t know, it kind of turned me on in a way. Is that messed up?”

“No.” I answered her very quickly. I knew that she turned on; at first I wasn’t completely sure, because her body’s reactions are new to me. But I could sense her excitement. That’s why I wanted to feel her sex, see if she was wet or not, and yes she was dipping, she broke into my train of thought.

“I mean normal people don’t get off on being humiliated or flogged. But I guess I never been normal” the last part of her opinion came out in a whispered mumble.

“Isabella look at me” as she did I continued “Who’s to say what is normal? Joe Shmoe across the street might look at what goes on here as being sick and deviant. Yet to him getting drunk every day, cheating on his wife or stealing from his office is an everyday normal occurrence. Now you and I would look at that and say, that’s not normal, but to him it is. We can’t live our lives by what other people think. We have to live them to the best of our ability to be happy and fulfilled and if that means, going against what the social norm is.’ My words paused while I thought of what I wanted to say.

“If we are two adults and we are not hurting anybody. What do we care what society says is normal?”
Bella was quiet, sipping coffee.

“You’re right, I know that.”

“I didn’t push your limits at all? Could you do more? Or was that enough for the time being?”

“No, it was good; you could have probably pushed a little more, but not a whole lot.” I chuckled

“Ok a little more” I held up my separated fingers. I wanted to get a base line on her, so I would have a better understanding of her reactions, before I started pushing her boundaries.

“Now other than that, are there any more thoughts on what happen last night?”

“I don’t think so, but if I have anything that pops in my head, can I ask you later?” I smiled of course she could, she could bring it up next year if she had to.

“Absolutely, never be hesitant to talk to me, ask me questions. The only thing I never want to hear from you is that I went too far. If I have gone too far you should have said yellow.” She nodded, I smiled at her

“That my dear, is how we will grow” I got up from the table taking my plate with me to put in the sink.

“Wait here, have another cup of coffee and get your thinking cap on.” As I left the kitchen, she was moving with her plate. I went to my desk to retrieve the calendar and her journal along with a pen.

“Here you go” placing the calendar in front of her

“I need as much of your schedule on this as possible. It will be kept on the refrigerator; I need you to keep me up date. It’s yours; feel free to write on it anytime.” Bella looked at me with innocent eyes.

“May I go get my calendar?”

“Go ahead” I answered as I finished clearing the table. Once she had the calendar filled out, I placed it on the refrigerator.

“Isabella, make sure you check this, because I will be writing things on it also. I try to remember to tell you everything, but I’m only human and sometimes, things slip my mind. But even if I didn’t tell you something, and it is on the calendar, it is your responsibility to be prepared for that. If you’re not, I will be disappointed. We clear on that?”

“Yes Sir, check the calendar, often” she added with a smirk.

I sat back down in my chair, feeling slightly isolated. I had not gotten to touch her in over an hour and I really wanted to feel that tingly sensation I get whenever I come into contact with her skin.

“Come here” I held my hand out to her. She took it without reservation; I drew her into my lap. My chin rested on her shoulder, while my hands drew a long slow line up her thighs. When I got to the junction, I realized she didn’t have on any panties.

“Oh, my naughty girl, what am I going to do with you?” I asked pulling the small tuff of hair.

“Mmm...I don’t know” she said snuggling into my chest.

“I have something for you” I cooed in her ear, kissing her neck as bottom wiggled.

“I know I feel it” her giggle making me harder.

“That’s not what I mean” I growled handing her the journal.

“You should use this to track your daily activities.” Bella took the burnt orange journal from me, opening it up.
“You can either write in it directly, or use a separate paper and insert it. Either way it needs to be in here. You should also use this to write, your thoughts, fears and hopes. It doesn’t have to be only on our relationship, it could be about anything.”

As she turned to the first page, she read.

Isabella,
Your thoughts are my thoughts
Your dreams are my dreams
Your hopes, wishes and fears
Are all mine too.

Share them with me
Through words on a page
Open up your heart and your mind
Allow me to see the soul that is you
Edward

“You want to read what I write?”

“Yes I do. There cannot be any secretes between us. You have to be very open with me. Writing will give you the freedom to express yourself. I won’t read it all the time. But you should know that there is always the possibility of it happening. Turn the page.” As she did, she gasps.

“I have a writing assignment?”

“Yes you do. You should have your journal with you at all times. You never know when I will ask for it. On Wednesday’s I will write what I what you to reflect upon and write about. When you come on Friday, it should be done, and placed here on the table for me to see, along with your activity charts. Those I will always look at.”

“How long should the response be? Is there a word count?” the expression on her face made me chuckle.

“No, some responses may only be a paragraph or two. Others might be a few pages. Unless I specifically tell you a word count, just express yourself until you feel like you conveyed everything you want to say on the subject.” Bella was really silent; I swept my hand through her hair

“What are you thinking? Is this more than you are bargaining for?” I tried to look in her eyes, but she kept them down on the journal.

“Yes and No” I didn’t reply I wanted her to explain on her own. It took a minute.

“It’s not that I mind or that I find it unreasonable, it’s just…How personal should I be? How much do you want to know?”

“You are to be as personal as you want to be, you write what you want, knowing that there is a possibility I will read it.” I knew that at first, she would be conservative in what she put down on paper. But as time goes on, and we grow together, she should be much more open with me.

“What if you read something you don’t like?” She was concerned about this; I could hear it in her voice. “You will never be punished for anything written in here” I said tapping the journal. “the only reason you would be punished is if you don’t write on the subject I gave you.” She would also be punished if I see that she procrastinated and quickly got it done, but I didn’t tell her that. Just as with her limits it would take me few weeks to get a feel of her base line. She sighed

“Alright, I can do this, carry it, and write in it, daily activities…got it.”

“That’s my girl”

After leaving the kitchen this morning, I took her again on my bed. It was slow and easy, we just enjoyed touching and feeling each other until we reached our mutual release. She declined showering with me, saying that she had nothing clean to put on, and she was just going home to scrub her floors anyway. We left my house together, she was in my t-shirt and rolled up boxers, and she looked sexy as hell, with that I just been thoroughly fucked look in her eyes.

The lab final was finished, I had a stack of papers in my bag that needed to be graded and I was heading over to the jeweler to pick up the collar I had ordered for Bella. The store is owned by one of the club members. Felix designs and makes collars for his special clientele.

I had called him on Monday to tell him what I had in mind. Yesterday afternoon he had me come into the shop to check the width and to pick out the stone for the pendant. I was torn between blue and purple. I went with blue, and was very pleased to hear that Alice had done Bella’s dress in blue. So that must be a good color for her. Alice and my mother have an eye for these things.

Felix was waiting on another customer, when I arrived. He glanced up giving me a nod of acknowledgement. I strolled around the shop, looking at other merchandise. A silver locket caught my eye. When Felix was free, I had him show me the locket, while he retrieved the collar.

It was oval with an antique scroll finish. When it was opened one side had an inscription ‘More than my own life’ leaving the other side free for a photo. I would have to reduce the print I was thinking of, but I believed it would work.

Felix came back with a dark blue velvet box. The collar was nestled inside. I smiled; it was perfect, durable yet delicate, just like Isabella. Picking it up, Felix handed me a small key that looked like a curved six sided Allen wrench. He showed me how to work the locking mechanism.

“When do I get to meet her?” Felix asked with unsuppressed interest. I gave him a look of distain, his hands came up in a sign of surrender.

“I’m just wondering, I wasn’t aware that you were with anyone special.”

“Yeah well, Isabella is very special, and I believe we will be at the club Saturday at least for an hour or so.”

“Well then you will have to introduce us.” I wasn’t sure I would let her talk to him, but I would let people know she was mine, and the collar would say everything she could not.

“I’m sure I will. I’m going to take the locket also.”

It was almost two by the time I arrived at home. The grades had to in by eight am Monday, and I wanted to have them done by tomorrow night. This would be the first full weekend with Bella, and I didn’t want to have to interrupt our time together with work. It was with that thought in mind that I spent the rest of the afternoon marking papers, getting through half of them.

At four o’clock I called Bella, to see how her day was going, and what she was doing for dinner. Her phone went straight to voice mail, which meant she either turned it off or it ran out of battery life. Either way, I wasn’t happy about it. Ten minutes later my phone rang, thinking it was Bella, I answered without looking.

“Hello, why was your phone off?” I was surprised by the voice on the other end

“Edward?”

“Dad? I’m sorry I thought you were Bella” He chuckled before we proceeded to exchange pleasantries and small talk. He finally got to the reason for the call

“About Sunday, I am going to get the steaks on Saturday, and I was wondering if Bella will be accompanying you to the house.” I hadn’t said anything to her; I just assumed that she would be.

“I would yes. I know she is not going home.” he cut me off before I could finish

“I thought her mother died?” I explained the situation to my father

“So Bella doesn’t get along with her step-mother?”

“No, on the contrary they are close.”

“I’m surprised she wouldn’t want to go home than.”

“It’s a very small town dad, and Bella’s ex-husband still lives there, and she prefers not to run into him. Actually, her step-brother is graduating in a few weeks, and I am going to go with her.”

“How bad was the abuse, Edward?” I wasn’t aware that he knew.

“Did she tell you?” He laughed without humor.

“Edward it doesn’t take a genius to figure out something happened. She is a young intelligent woman, who donates a large portion of her time and recourses to a center for abused women. In order for her to continue to do that, for as long as she has with such tenacity, it would have to be something very near and dear to her heart. Otherwise she would have given it up a long time ago. So either Bella or someone she loves very much lived through it” My father’s rationale made sense and he was dead on with if assumption.

“It was really bad dad, I’m not going to go into specifics with you, because I will not betray her trust. It’s her story to tell, not mine.”

“Just be careful Edward, the emotional scars that a battered woman has, carries with her for life. Believe me I know I am talking about.” The way he phrased his word made me think that this wasn’t the physician talking; this was more of personal knowledge. I was going to ask him to elaborate, but my phone beeped with another call.

“I will dad, I have another call” We said our good-byes and I switched calls.

“Bella?” I was relieved when I heard her voice.

“Hi Edward, I’m sorry my phone was off. I went with Leah to her yoga sessions.” Leah’s does yoga, in her condition?

“That’s alright I was just worried. I was wondering what you are doing for dinner, would you like to go out.”

“Out? You mean like a date?” I laughed

“I suppose you could call it that.” I heard her muffled voice talk to someone else ‘see I told you’

“Bella?”

“Yes, Edward, I would love to go on a date with you.” Her tone of voice had smugness to it and I couldn’t for the life of me figure out why. I told her I was going to call for reservations and I would call her back.

After getting a reservation I called Bella, telling her that I would pick her up at six. That gave us a little over an hour, I tried for a later time, but the restaurant was booked solid. I showered and dressed wearing dark gray Christian Dior pants and a white Armani polo shirt. I tried to do something with my hair, but ended up, running my fingers through it and letting it air dry. I got to Bella’s a few minutes early, Seth greeted me at the door, as I left myself in.

“Hey boy, you coming to my house tomorrow?” Yes I was asking the dog a question. Bella called out from her room.

“Edward?”

“Yeah Baby, it’s me.” I said walking into the living room as she came around the corner.

“Hi” her smile was bright and engaging, her hand was adjusting an earring. I took in her appearance. She was wearing a light gray sleeveless dress that came half way down her thighs. The material clung to her body, showing off her flat stomach and round hips, her breast nestled perfectly in the material that fell around her neck, showing an ideal amount of cleavage.

“Hello to you.” I said as I finished taking her in. Her hair was placed high on her head, but the ends still hung down to her shoulders. I kissed her softly, and as I took her in my arms, I could feel her body meld to mine.

“You’re absolutely stunning”

“Thank you. You look mighty handsome yourself” she said as her hand trailed across my chest.

“I just need my shoes and feed Seth, and then I’ll be ready.”

“I’ll feed Seth, you do what you have to do” I had just finished in the kitchen, when she came into the room, with a white purse over her shoulders and wearing a pair of black and gray heels, she was perfect.

“Ready?” She answered yes and we left.Driving south out of the city, Bella looked over at me.

“Where are we going?”

“Gig Harbor, I wanted a later reservation, in case of traffic, but they could only fit us in at seven-thirty. I think we will be fine.” We made some small talk about our day; she asked how the last final went and what I did the rest of the day. As I was telling her, I was reminded about the conversation with my father.

“Sunday we will have to cut our usual time together short. Every year on Mother’s Day, my family spends the day at my parents we have brunch and then eat dinner, after that Alice usually has us play some kind of game, it’s like an all day affair.” she interrupted me, before I could continue.

“That’s ok, I understand it’s a special day. I’ll just go home.” Her words were simple enough, but the tone of her voice held a trace of regret. I glanced at her; she was looking out her window.

“Bella” I got no reaction, so I tried again

“Isabella” I could see her head move in my direction, when I looked at her she smiled, but I could tell it wasn’t genuine.

“I was expecting you to come with me; I only mentioned it so you knew to bring extra clothes, and a swimming suit.”

“Really?” She was shocked that I would want her to come with me. What is it with this woman? Granted I really didn’t have experience in dealing with a ‘girlfriend’ but still, what would make her think that I did not want her to go with me? We made really good time, traffic was light and we arrived with enough time to spare to take a walk. Opening her door, she took the hand I offered her.

“We have some time, walk with me.” Her arm tucked into mine as we walked, quietly down the marina. The sun was just starting to reflect off the water. I had to know what made her mind work so I asked.

“Bella, have I done or said anything that would make you think that I don’t want to be with you?” She stopped and looked in my eyes

“No, of course not”

“Then why would you be so shocked that I expected you to come with me on Sunday?”

“I just thought, you know that was family stuff, and I would be intruding.” She looked so venerable; she had to start having more self confidence.

“For your information, my father called to ask if you were coming. I think he was expecting you to be there.”

“Really?” again with that innocent look, that made me grin.

“Yes, really.” I kissed her. “Come, let’s get back”

The maître d’ took my name, as he did his eyes raked over Bella. Following him to our seats, I could see him leering at her, yeah that was pissing me off. As we got to the table he began to pull Bella’s chair out but I stopped him.

“I got it” I announced finishing what he started.

“Bella”

“Thank you Edward” I kissed her cheek at hew warm smile, pushing the chair back in for her. When I stood up, I gave the man a look of warning, ‘mine’ had it been acceptable, I’d pull my dick out and piss on her leg just to mark my territory. Once I was seated, he handed Bella her menu

‘Madam” and then handed one to me, along with a wine list. “Sir” His eyes looked back at Bella.

“Enjoy your evening” Bella was oblivious, but I wanted to punch him in the face. She really had absolutely no idea how sexy and alluring she is.

The waiter came over, taking our wine order and explained the daily chef’s specials along with the soup selections. I ordered a bottle of Five Star Cellars Merlot, figuring that was a safe bet, since Bella hadn’t said what she wanted to eat. She told me her selections and when the waiter came back with the wine I order for both of us, while she sat quietly smiling at me. After he left, I lifted my glass, she followed suit clinking I toasted.

“To our first real date”

“Yes, a date” she smirked slightly before taking a drink.

“What was that smirk for?” Bella shook her head, throwing in an eye roll.

“Nothing really, when I was with Leah this afternoon, she said that” She stopped talking, looking around her shoulders to see who was in ear shot, then leaned forward and whispered.

“I was nothing but your fuck-buddy” What?

“Why would she say that?” I couldn’t understand the logic behind the statement. Bella sighed.

“Well, I love her, but she has a habit of speaking before her brain can tell her not too.” I nodded, because I saw that first hand when we had dinner at their house the other night.

“That’s a rude and demeaning statement.” I thought for a minute

“Is that why you emphasized the fact that I asked you on a date?” She sat back taking a sip of wine.

“Yes, I” Bella stopped talking as the waiter brought over her soup and my salad. After he left, I told her to continue with what she was saying. Bella took a spoon of soup.

“Mmmm…” The moan that escaped her made be semi-hard.

“This is really good, do you want to try some?” Her hand was out in front of me. I opened my mouth, to taste what was on the spoon. It was very good. I looked at her expectantly. She smiled.

“I joined the gym, and I am going to go to yoga Tuesday and Thursdays with Leah.” I nodded glad that she was following through with what I asked her to do.

“Make sure you place that on the calendar” Bella nodded in agreement.

“I will. Anyway, as we were leaving, I said something about this up coming weekend, and she said ‘you going to spend it with your fuck buddy?’ Leah was smug and I told her that we were more than that. She got all full of yourself and said ‘you haven’t even been on a real date; all you are to him is someone to screw on a weekly basis.’ So than when you called to ask me out, I couldn’t help but feel superior, I mean I haven’t been on a real date in… I don’t know” I saw the workings of her mind and smiled.

“Eight years?” She smiled back at me.

“I guess…I don’t know, should I call you my boyfriend?” She looked very unsure of herself as I answered.

“Well I suppose it is a loose interpretation of the word boy, but if you are explaining to your friends or family, that would be an appropriate title to use, just so you know that I am more than that.” She was quiet as the waiter brought our entries, when he left, I could tell there was something on her mind.

“What are you thinking?” I had to know. She looked at her shrimp scampi as she asked

“What does your family and friends think we are?” I took a bite of steak before talking

“Well, my family knows exactly what the nature of our relationship is. That I am your Dom and you are my submissive.” I watched her as I spoke.

“But they are also aware that I want to spend time with you outside of those activities. So I guess they think you are my girlfriend with extra benefits.”I smirked at her and she smiled.

“As far as my friends are concerned, I haven’t introduced you to any yet, but when I do, it will be as Isabella, let them surmise what they want from that.” Bella ate a few bites of her meal, I could see her formulating thoughts.

“Edward, how did you get into this lifestyle?” I took a drink then grinned.

“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

“Deal” I talked while we ate. Explaining to her the long and the short of how I found myself in the lifestyle I live.

“It’s slightly different for me Bella. I have a family, who own a club that caters to my lifestyle. Don’t get me wrong, when you’re a kid, it doesn’t mean anything. But as I became a teenager, I knew damn well what happened there.” I took another bite of my dinner, before continuing.

“So of course I played around with it. I thought I was pretty damn cool when a girl would let me blindfold her or tie her hands to the bed. When I came home from college, I worked part-time at the club. I saw how real Dominates behaved and that it was a whole lot more then what I was doing. So…and this is going to sound really strange, but Aro trained me, by letting watch him and my aunt.” Bella’s face was a mask of shock and disgust.

“I didn’t watch the sexual acts. He and Jane live 24/7. Jane only refers to him as Master and to herself in the third person, and they are in constant Dom/slave mode.” The waiter came over to check on us, when he left Bella asked

“How does that work? It sounds exhausting.” I chuckled

“It’s very repetitious, it’s a lifestyle built on ritual, and I suppose it could be exhausting. But it works for them. Jane needs the constant slave mode and Aro gives it to her.” Bella broke off a piece of bread, dipping the end into the garlic sauce, before biting it off.

“So then what happened?” she asked as she caught me watching her.

“So after about six months I met Irena. We got together, it worked well for a few months, but she needed more then I could give and we parted.” Bella took another drink of wine, eyeing me.

“What did she need?” I thought for a second as I chewed, trying to think of what I could safely share with her. I didn’t want to betray Irena’s trust but at the same time, I told Bella she could ask me anything, and I wasn’t going to lie to her.

“Irena is a switch, she wanted me to switch, I couldn’t. I can play, but I can’t go full sub mode. She understood and we parted ways for her to explore the Dominate side. Also, our limits didn’t mesh well together; she is into something’s that I just will not do.” As I was saying this I made a mental note to speak to her about how our limits were very much in sync. I continued while she listened intently

“So after we separated, I took a lot of workshops.” Bella wiped her mouth then asked.

“What kind of workshops?” I poured us each some more wine, while I answered her question.

“All kinds, Rope bondage, flogging, whips, canning, humiliation, all the workshops were geared to Doms and I learned a lot.”

‘What was your favorite?” She asked with a smile.

“My favorite workshop?” She nodded

“Bondage, I attended a lot of different bondage seminars.” Bella practically beamed.

“I think I really like bondage too, although that flogger last night was pretty fantastic.” She giggled, while I smirked

“Well my dear, I’m very glad you liked it.” Her blush was in full force. Bella’s dinner was half eaten and she sat back in her chair, holding her glass.

“Then what happened? I mean…If you didn’t have a submissive, who did you… practice on?” She was genuinely curious, but I had already explain some of this to her.

“I told you, I would scene with subs from the club. There were three or four that I would be with depending on what I wanted to do. Then I was with Tanya and we fit well together for the most part. But she wasn’t honest with me. I caught her many times being untruthful. And as you know, trust and honesty are the back bone of any relationship, but especially to one such as ours. Then one day she was just gone, moved to Alaska with a couple from the club, she’s been gone for over a year. Now the three of them are back.” Bella was very quiet

“What are you thinking?” She took a sip of her wine, finishing the glass.

“I was just kind of wondering how many women you have been with.” I sighed wiping my mouth.

“I’m no saint Bella, and I always use protection. I wish I could honestly tell you a there was only one or two, but that would be a lie. The number is somewhere around a dozen.” Her face fell, I asked her if she wanted more wine, she bit her bottom lip holding out the glass while I poured.

“So all them women and you never took any home to meet your mother?” I thought about it refilling my glass also then chuckled.

“No I never did.”

‘Why?’ I shrugged

“I don’t know Bella, the relationship I had with them was simply just for the scene, nothing more. Even Tanya, who I was with for almost a year, I never took her with me. Like on this Sunday, I would have said her absolutely you’re going home.” The waiter came over to see if Bella wanted to take her food home. She was quiet; I spoke without looking away from her.

“Yes she does and we will take the rest of the bottle with us also.” He left with Bella’s plate; my hand went across the table. My palm was up, waiting for hers. She smiled leaning forward, placing her hand in mine, my thumb traced small circles over her wrist.

“I told you Isabella, it’s different with you. I want to be with you and not just to tie you up and flog you in my playroom.” As I said the last words, our waiter returned. He was eyeing our hands and then raked over Bella to the point where she was becoming uncomfortable. I figured he must have heard the last part of our conversation and I really didn’t like the way he was looking at her.

Clearing my throat, his eyes finally meeting mine, when they did, I inclined my head raising my eyebrows.

“Excuse me Sir” he stammered.

“Will there be anything else?” I was annoyed and it showed in my voice.

“Yes, two coffees, a gelato sampler and an apology to the lady” Bella tried to sit back, but I held her hand firmly

“Of course Sir, and my apologies madam” he inclined his head towards her.

“I certainly did not mean to make you uncomfortable” Bella still didn’t say anything and I was glad about that. “I will be right back with your coffee” I nodded once towards him in dismissal.

“I’m sorry baby, I didn’t realize he was so close to us until it was too late”

“That’s ok; he just gave me the creeps the way he was staring.” Yeah I saw that, which is why I made him apologize

“Now what was I saying?”

“Ummm…something about being tied up and flogged?” she giggled

‘Oh yes…all the others that was all I wanted them for. But I want the entire thing with you.” She dropped her eyes from mine.

“I just don’t understand why.” Our waiter was back, I released the hold I had on her hand, allowing us to sit back. The waiter placed our items on the table and walked away without saying a word. Bella stirred cream into her coffee, as I watched her she must have sensed my gaze, because she looked in my eyes.

“You don’t see yourself the way others see you. That fact is so plain and I don’t know if it’s from what has happened in your life or if that’s just the way you are. Either way I find you fascinating, you’re always surprising me. You my dear are going to keep me on my toes, and that’s a good thing” I practically growled the last words at her. I stretched my hand to her.

“Come closer to me” She stood, scooting her chair so she was sitting to the left of me. I brought her coffee cup over setting it along side mine, while my arm stretched out along the back of her chair. Leaning over I placed a small kiss at the junction under her ear, whispering.

“This is much better, my Bella” Her breathing hitched as my breath touched her skin – I loved that reaction – picking up the spoon, I brought some gelato to her lips.

“Let me feed you my pet.” Her lips parted slightly.

“Wider my pet” Bella’s mouth opened her tongue spreading moisture along her bottom lip. Her mouth wrapped around the spoon, contouring the shape as I withdrew it. My eyes watched as her tongue peeked out ever so slightly. My dick hardened, and I had to suppress the groan as a satisfied moan of bliss escaped her. When our eyes met, hers were laden with lust; I kissed her forehead before bringing the spoon to her lips once again.

We sat relatively quiet finishing the gelato and cookies along with our coffee. I’m sure people were watching us, but there was nothing obscene about what we were doing, so let them look. As we left the restaurant, with a half bottle of wine, and Bella’s unfinished dinner, I caught sight of our waiter scrutinizing her. I threw him a warning glance and he looked away quickly. That’s right asshole; keep your eyes to yourself.

Bella was safely tucked into the seatbelt and I was climbing in behind the steering wheel. As we pulled out of the parking lot, I turned the radio down until it was just background, glanced her way before saying.

“Now, my dearest I believe it is your turn.” She looked at me slightly confused. I gave her a smirk.

“Oh” she gasp “My story?” it was a question. I didn’t answer I just waited. Finally she spoke.

“I’m not sure where to begin” I thought maybe I could help her.

“How did you come in contact with Aro?” That was all she needed to get started she sighed lightly before talking.

“I came from a marriage that was…horrible from the very beginning. I should have seen it coming, but I was young and really had no experience with men. I never talked to anyone about relationships and never about sex. Well… I mean other than what teenage girls talk about. So I didn’t know that what was going on wasn’t…normal.” She stopped talking again; I assumed she was gathering her thoughts.

“Do you want to hear about my first time?” I could see her head turn in my direction waiting for my answer. Did I want hear this? If I was being honest no I did not, but I suppose I was going to have to, so I nodded my head once in consent.

“It was junior prom, cliché right?” I smiled because she was right.

“Anyway, I worked part-time at the supermarket and I saved money to buy my dress. It was pink organza, I love the color pink and I loved that dress. We had been going out for almost five months, and I told him that after prom I would have sex with him. Anyway the dance was over and we went to an after party. Charlie left me go, because Leah was going and there was suppose to be chaperones. When we got to the house, the bon fire was already started and most of the kids were out back. James took my arm guiding me upstairs, he was really impatient, me not so much, but I did agree.” I listened as she told the story, her voice was robotic it held no emotion at all.
“He took me into one of the bedrooms and before I could tell what was happening, he ripped my dress off. I tried to tell him to wait and go slow, but his lips crushed to mine and I couldn’t speak. He grabbed me by the arms, and pushed me on the bed. He held my arms so tightly that my fingers were going numb. Then he was inside me, and it hurt so bad, I cried and asked him to stop. But he wouldn’t, he said it was supposed to hurt the first time and that it was normal. And I remember hearing that from Leah and other girls, so I shut up. When it was over he went down to the party, I just laid there. I was so embarrassed and felt dirty and I curled on the bed thinking there must be something wrong with me, because it didn’t feel good at all.”

I gripped the steering wheel so tightly trying to keep myself under control. I wanted to say something to her, but she drew in along breath and continued talking.

“James came back up later, he had been drinking, and I tried to pretend I was asleep, but he didn’t care. His mouth was all over me, biting and sucking and I just wanted it to stop. I said ‘please’ and he thought I wanted him to do it to me again, so he did. And I thought the first time hurt, the second was worse. I was sore and it burned so bad.”

My hand came out to touch hers, she flinched slightly, but then calmed.

“That wasn’t sex baby.”

“I know that now, then I didn’t know. So in the morning, I took a shower I had dried blood on my leg and was covered with his spunk” What?

“He didn’t use a condom?”

“No…he pulled out and came on my stomach and breast. Anyway I looked in the mirror my upper arms had bruises that looked like hand prints on them. My stomach and breast were covered with huge hickies and bit marks. It made me want to throw up. When he took me home he handed me my bag with the torn dress in it and said ‘I know it was your first time Bella, you’ll get better’ so I thought I would… get better, like it was all on me” Bella laughed without humor.

“Sex never got better, in fact it got worse. He would do things to me…” her voice sounded far away.

“…when I started my thesis. I picked my topic with the concentration to depict the abuse of the submissive. Because I couldn’t understand how someone could want to be abused, would find pleasure in what I went through, the box, the fistings, the beating, oh god the things he would put inside me.” She shuddered and I wondered not for the first time how fucking revolting that animal was. My mind came back to her voice as she continued to talk.

“Someone would have to be sick and depraved to find any of those acts enjoyable. So I started my research with books and internet information. But I needed an actual person and I wanted to do a survey of real people who engaged in power exchange. When I called New Moon, Aro wasn’t interested at first, but he did answer some questions. After more phone calls, he finally met with me and from there we would meet at least once a month, and be in contact through e-mail and phone calls.”

“Throughout that year when we would meet, he would ask me questions that had me looking at myself and my dissertation topic changed, instead of it showing a picture of abuse, it showed a picture of love, respect and acceptance. I knew that the reason I allowed James so much control, was because of my submissive nature.” What did she just say?

“Bella that asshole is not a Dom…” I wasn’t even sure he was human, fucking monster.

“I know that Edward, as I talked with Aro and did more research, I knew that James was sick and abusive. There was no consent, there was no mutual pleasure. Just his demented view of what he wanted to do. He fed on my insecurities, keeping me weak and dependant. A true Dominate wants to build up, make their submissive stronger. Help her to overcome her fears not use them against her.” I smiled, because she was right about that. The stronger she is physically and emotionally, the better our relationship is.

“So like I said, I was educating myself on my topic and I found myself fantasizing about what I read, and becoming excited over it. Which was a first” She chuckled

“Oh my god, James would be so mad if he knew how sexually excited I get.”

“Are you telling me, you never got excited with him at all?”

“No, in fact…” her voice trailed off, I chanced a glance at her and she was blushing

“What?” I had to know what that blush was for.

“I …the other night on the couch?”

“Yeah?”

“Well, that was the first orgasm I ever had with someone else” Did she just say, she never had an orgasm?

“What? Never? Ever?” To say I was shocked was an understatement. She sighed

“I didn’t ever have an orgasm until I was on my own and then the only reason I even masturbated at all was because I would come up with all these scenarios in my head and I would get so turned on. The first time I brought myself to release I was amazed, and I thought that’s what it is supposed to feel like, no wonder people like it.” She laughed making me laugh with her.

“So then I went through the whole, Bella you are one sick puppy, getting turned on by thoughts of being shackled to a bed and having someone hit you with a crop. Because only someone sick would want something so degrading. But as I talked to submissive’s both male and female, I began to see the picture of affection, trust and acceptance. There was nothing degrading about it, if anything they were treated with a higher degree of respect then I ever was. And I wanted that, with the shackle and crop thrown in.” she giggled.

“Aro, gave me that card over a year ago, right after my thesis was done. I gave him a copy of my final draft, as we had agreed on”

“What do you mean?”

“Once we started meeting on a regular basis the agreement was that I give him a copy to read before I turn it in, and make any changes that he thought had to be made. He didn’t want me to insinuate that the submissive was in anyway being demeaned or treated without the respect they deserved.” I didn’t tell Bella I read that draft, or that I was there the day Aro’s signed copy arrived.

“I see. So what took you so long to come to the club?” Bella thought then sighed.

“Several things really, I was worried that maybe one of my students might be there. I also needed someone to go with me, and it took some talking to get Jake to go.” she giggled

“He really had a hard time understanding why I wanted to go so bad. He almost cancelled on me that morning. And then I was just plain scared, it’s the whole unknown thing.”

“You want to know something?” I asked her. She turned slightly in her seat towards me.

“I wasn’t supposed to be there Thursday night. I never work open door nights. I very rarely even go. That’s Emmet’s gig, I filled in because he was having that party” Her hand ran down the length of my arm.

“I’m glad, you were there” I took her hand in mine drawing it to my mouth, placing a kiss there.

“I’m glad too.”

I pulled into her driveway, shutting off the car, and opening the door for her. I walked her to the back door, watching Seth come through his doggie door.

“Do you want to come in for a little while?” I smiled at her.

“One glass of wine?” She asked with a pleading voice, shifting her weight to her toes, pressing her body against mine and kissing my cheek before finding my lips. I sighed

“You sure do drive a hard bargain” grinding my erection into her hip.

“One glass, that’s it”

The only light on in her house was a small one over the stove, and a table lamp in the living room. Seth greeted us with enthusiasm, as we sat down on the couch with wine glasses in hand. She leaned over taking off her shoes, before relaxing into my body. My arm wrapped around her in possession and protection.

“Bella, what made you think you could embrace this lifestyle?”

“I don’t really know” Her body moved so she could look in my eyes.

“I mean, I’m not sure what I will or will not enjoy. It’s kind of like pâté; everyone says how good it is. But, have you ever tried it, that stuff is disgusting. Different strokes for different folks and all that.” I chuckled at her analogy

“I happen to like pâté, I’m sure there will be some there on Sunday, perhaps you should try it?” Her body shook in disgust

“I could always make you.” I was teasing her she answered firmly.

“I’m not afraid of you Edward Cullen” I chuckled

“I don’t want your fear Isabella, I want your respect and trust.” Her small body leaned into mine once more.

“That you have.”

“Speaking of different strokes, I wanted to mention to you how closely our limits fall together. I know you have very little experience, but all your hard limits except for one or two are all thing I don’t participate in at all. All your other limits are all something we will work with to find out just how much you enjoy them. I was wondering through, what do you want to get pierced and tattooed?” She sat up slightly taking a drink.

“This wine is really good by the way, it was a good choice.” I chuckled

“It is good and you’re stalling”

“My nipples and my belly button, and a tramp stamp, something feminine with roses and butterflies surrounded by intricate scroll work.” I could picture it in my head how that would look on her body and I had to admit it looked pretty damn hot.

“Why didn’t you do it before?” She sighed

“I don’t know, I wasn’t sure where to go and part of me is a little chicken” I chuckled at her admission

“Well the piercings take a few weeks to heal and if you’re going to do the nipples you should do the clit also. But maybe before you get piercings done we should toughen up those areas for you.” Yes I was getting slightly cocky and I grinned as she squirmed in the seat next to me.

“The tattoo, if you really want it, I know a shop that is run by one of the Doms at the club. I’m told he does excellent work. So if you want I could take you.”

“Really?” She asked with shock.

“Yes really, I think that would look great on you and I know and trust him, and I certainly wouldn’t let you go alone. So if you’re really serious I can speak to him on Saturday night, to find when he is available.” her face literally lit up with excitement.

“That would be so awesome! I wonder how long it takes to heal.” The mutter of words came from her mouth so silently I barely heard her. She asked an honest question, but I didn’t have the answer

“I believe just a few days, a week at the most but that will be a question I’ll ask him.” I finished my glass and true to my word I was going to leave.

“Are you going home now?” I smiled at her.

“Don’t sound so dejected, if you show me your journal and it is completely done, I’ll stay” Bella smiled half heartedly.

“But it’s not due until tomorrow, and it is almost finished. I only have one more point to make” The whine in her voice almost made me laugh; I had to clamp my teeth together to hold it in. I was glad that she had most of it done that was a good sign.

“See my dear this is one of those times when you should be thinking ahead.”

“Will this happen often?” Brown eyes blinked softly through long lashes in an innocent expression. I ran the back of my hand over her jaw

‘It’s very possible my dearest. It will do you good to remember not to dawdle with your assignments. Because you never know when a reward will come your way.” She was quiet I assumed she was thinking about what I just said.

“Alright, I just figured I would finish it tonight or tomorrow.” I raised my eyebrows.

“Now how are you going to do that? You have to be in bed very soon; tomorrow you work at the center all day, and have to fit in your exercise time. When are you planning to do this?” I wanted to know what she was thinking.

Her eyes were glued to the floor with her bottom lip tucked firmly between her teeth.

“I know what I want to write, I just needed to get my thoughts together, I was going to take a lunch with me instead of going out and finish it then.” Bella never took her eyes off the floor, so I raised her chin with my finger.

“Do you often take lunch with you, or do you normally go out?” Her eyes were searching mine for what I wasn’t sure.

“Carol and I usually go out for lunch on Fridays.” I nodded

“So because you didn’t get your work done, you are going to leave your friend down.” Tears started to form in her eyes, I didn’t mean for her to cry, I just wanted her to think how her actions affect other people.

“I didn’t think of it like that” Drawing her into a hug, I ran my hand down the length of her back.

“It’s alright Bella, don’t be upset, just come up with a different plan that’s all.” I kissed the top of her head, holding her tightly. She nodded her head against my chest, before looking up at me.

“I had a really nice evening Edward, dinner was great, thank you for taking me.” Her voice didn’t sound sad, she almost sounded resolved.

“You’re very welcome; I had a really nice evening too.” My lips met hers gently, but she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me closer to her. Our mouths opened and the simple kissed turn very heated. My hands dropped to her bottom and through the thin material of her dress I felt no panties. I caught her moan in my mouth making me groan with want. Taking a deep breath I pulled back from her. There was smugness to her expression that made me chuckle

“You can be quite the naughty girl sometimes.”

“You said you like me feisty”

“Ahhh…yes I did, and I do. However naughty girls get spanked.” I reminded her scooping her up swiftly and flinging her over my shoulder.

“Edward!” she exclaimed laughing. Her hand smacked my ass as I walked to her room; I swatted her bottom slightly harder.

“Awe! that one smarted” I chuckled while she wiggled her butt by my face.

When we got to her room, I stood over the bed, plopping her in the middle. Her body bounced once before I grasp her ankles, tugging her closer to me. As she slid along the bed, her dress slithered up her thighs, I could see a small patch of red silk, she had on some kind of panties. My hands roamed up her legs pushing the material higher over her hips. When I looked in her eyes, pure desire sparkled in them. In one swift motion, I was sitting on the edge of the bed, and she was over my knee, with her dress pushed over her hips and your thong-clad ass at the perfect level.

“As I said naughty girls get spanked, but perhaps that was your intention all along.” Bella gasp

“I wasn’t naughty” I swatted her

“No talking” Her bottom squirmed against my hand and a soft clear sound of pleasure escaped her throat

“Oh yes my dear, I believe you would enjoy that very much.” My hand came down again, and as I rubbed the spot I just struck, her bottom rose, asking for another, and I obliged. With each swat, her bottom turned pinker and her sounds of pleasure grew to a loud moan.

My finger slipped under the thin piece of cloth that she called panties, entering her slick wet center. Her bottom rose in the air and her hand grasp my hard cock through my pants.

“Isabella” I growled out her name, as her hand began stocking me. My hips thrust up to meet her movements as my fingers pumped in and out of her. I could feel her body start to tense, so I removed my hand and went back to spanking her bottom. Alternating between swats and softly rubbing. Her hand never left my cock, and I was starting to lose my composure. My fingers moved back into her wetness, sliding through the soft skin pressing against her clit with each pass. Bella let a primal moan that cause my dick to twitch and her hand to cease its movements.

With each pass my hand made through her slickness, I found a new spot to slap on her now pink and warm bottom. After a few more passes, I stopped meeting her clit, and she whimpered against my leg trying futilely to meet my fingers. My hands grasp her hips to help steady her.

“Take off your dress and kneel Isabella” She stood sweeping the dress over her head and sinking to a kneeling position in front of me. I shifted to stand, opening my pants and taking off my shirt. Stepping out of my trousers and boxers, my cock sprang to attention. I sat back on the edge of the bed.

“Now Isabella, show me how much you appreciate the spanking you got.”

A smile came across her face before she moved her head closer to me. Her tongue made one long sweep up my shaft swirling over the tip. Then back down again, as she moved back up, her lips opened wide taking more than half of me into her warm wet mouth. She moved her head slowly, with each up stroke her tongue swirled around me. Each time she went down, it felt like she took more of me into her. She started a steady rhythm moving her head up and down over my shaft. My hands gripped the sides of the bed as the pressure started to build. Her head slowly slid down me until the head of my cock hit the back of her throat.

“Fuck, damn Isabella” on the upward motion her tongue swirled in circles around my whole shaft making me hiss.

“Jesus Christ” Grazing her teeth lightly over the head. A groan escaped my mouth, and then she did the whole motion at a faster pace. I couldn’t hold it anymore my balls were going to burst, my dick started twitching. Her mouth sucked my dick in as far as it would go, and she used her throat and cheeks to create the most exquisite suction. She moaned around my dick and the vibration was too much, I grabbed the bed spread, and fucking came if spurts down her throat. I thought for sure she would gag, but the action in her throat never wavered.

Her mouth moved slowly up my cock, lapping over the head. When she left me go, she placed small kisses on the tip, licking the last bit of cum off.

“God baby, you do that so well.” Bella’s eyes met mine as the back of my hand trace the contour of her cheek. When I got to her mouth, she placed a small kiss on my finger.

“Stand Isabella” As she stood I helped to steady her, turning her so her back was to me. My hands ran over her still slightly pink bottom. I could hear her breathing pick up as she started to fidget.

“Hold still” I said with a swat to her butt.

“Ahhh..” She moaned. I smirked to myself because she was more than I could have ever asked for.

“Would you like more Isabella?” Her answer was low and breathless.

“Yes Sir…please” God, I loved when she said please in that voice. My fingers slid the sides of her soaked thong down over her legs where I left them pool on the floor at her feet. Standing behind her, my hands opened the clasp on her bra, sliding the straps over her shoulder and down her arms, and then firmly grasping her breast in my hands, rubbing my thumbs over her perk nibbles. I kissed down her neck as her chest thrust outward.

“Mmm…” she sighed in my neck placing a soft kiss under my chin.

“You are so beautiful Isabella” My left hand continued teasing her nipple as my right hand moved down over her belly into the slickness of her sex. She sucked in a deep breath as my fingers traced circles over her clit. Both hands used more pressure, and her hips began to gyrate. I halted my movements.

“Hold still” I warned her tugging hard on the small tuff of hair. She whimpered and I wasn’t sure if it was from the loss of contact or the pain. When she had settled I picked right back up with more fervor. It wasn’t long before she was withering; her hands came up behind my head as she used my body for support. Her breathing turned to pants as sounds of wanton pleasure escaped her .

“Augh…ohhh…ohhh…ple...ohh…god...” Her clit was literally pulsing under my finger.

“Let it go Isabella” I simultaneously pinched her nipple and applied more pressure to her clit making her scream out my name as her body first tensed then trembled before finally sagging against my chest.

I tighten my arms to give her support, but didn’t stop the activities of my hands. Bella shuddered once more, moaning loudly. I slowed my hands, bringing her back down. Once she had her breathing under control I loosened the hold I had on her. I brought juice cover fingers up to my mouth, tasting her. Bella’s eyes were on hand.

“Do you want to taste my pet?” She nodded her voice still faint.

“Yes Sir…please?” I kissed her mouth, letting her taste herself on my lips as my finger dipped back in to her.
“Here, taste how sweet the juice from my pussy is”

Bella opened her mouth, greedily sucking the nectar off my finger. As I withdrew them I replaced them with my tongue. Between making her cum and tasting her essence in her own mouth, my dick was throbbing again. I pulled back from her turning us so she faced the bed. I pushed her head and back down so she leaned over resting her upper body on her palms. When I bent down to get the condom from my pocket, I lifted her right leg placing her foot on the mattress. My hand ran over her bottom, giving it a swat, and then another to reward her for the moan that escaped her throat.

Putting the wrapped condom between my teeth, I tore it open, rolling it over my dick, I stroked myself a few times sliding the head through the slickness of her dripping pussy. She pushed her bottom back, trying to get more contact. I swatted her butt again listening to the hum that she made.

“You are always so zealous. You have to learn patience” My dick made one more pass before filling her. She let out a moan of satisfaction as my hand came down on her ass. My thrust were hard and steady, I held her left hip, swatting her ass with my other hand. Through my own ragged breath I demanded

“You’re going to have to brace yourself.” My cock drove into her with force, and she met each thrust, her body started withering.

“I’m ...going…to” I cut her winded voice off

“Not Yet...Hold it!” I demanded smacking her ass hard for emphasis as she moaned in pleasure and pain. I needed to give her a distraction, so her mind would have something else to think about.

“Count Isabella” I said through clinched teeth, my hand came down hard on the flesh of her ass.

“Ohh...one” she sucked air in as the word left her mouth. Again my hand made contact.

“two...” she whimpered and started shaking, on the third one, her voice vibrated in an elongated ‘e’ sound. I was in no way going to be able to hold out any longer. My legs were shaking and my balls felt like they were numb.

“Now, cum” I growled by her ear as my hand dropped one last time on her ass before gripping her hip and plunging as deep as I could possibly go.

Bella’s whole body clamped down on me, and it felt like my fucking dick was in a vise grip. She cried out in release right before, my arms wrapped around her waist pulling her ass closer to me as my head reared back in a cry of pleasure and I exploded inside her. I held on to her for dear life, feeling the contractions of her muscles continue to work my cock over.

As reality and breathing started to return to normal, I realized I was lying with my chest on her back. As I went to stand up, my legs were numb, and once I left go of Bella’s body, she collapsed on the bed with a heavy sigh of exhaustion. I thought about a shower, but I was just too spent. My own body crumpled to the bed, and I felt like I barely had enough energy to remove the condom and tie the end.

After a few minutes, I got up, to throw away the condom and use the bathroom. My legs were still weak and when I came back to bed, Bella was sleeping, on top of the comforter. I turned down one side of the bed, lifting her to the correct spot, before lying next to her and bringing the cover over our bodies. She rolled towards me, placing her head on my chest as my arms wrapped around her body and we fell asleep totally relaxed and completely sated.