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!”
