Author: Rosalie Adrian PM
AU. Dominant Edward. Rated M for sexual content/lemonyness. What will Bella do when Edward continues to tease her throughout the night? Stay tuned. I WILL be continuing soon, promise.Rated: Fiction M - English - Fantasy/Romance - Bella & Edward - Chapters: 4 - Words: 2,905 - Reviews: 132 - Favs: 325 - Follows: 406 - Updated: 03-13-10 - Published: 10-23-08 - id: 4613184
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I walked into the bedroom from the shower I'd just taken already jabbering to Edward about tonight's dinner event. We were going out to a fancy place for dinner, just the two of us. It had been a while since we'd done something like that alone, and both of us were craving it.
When there was no response I looked around the room with a confused look. Edward wasn't there.
Looking over at the bed I noticed that there was an outfit set out for me, with a note settled lightly on top of it all.
Padding lightly over to the bed I picked up the note.
Tonight is my night. You will wear the outfit I've set out for you and wait for me to come and get you. You will not say or do anything unless I tell you.
I shivered as I read the note, feeling my naked nether regions becoming soaked already.
Glad that I hadn't yet put anything on I cleaned myself off and picked up the different pieces of the outfit. At least he'd picked something mostly decent.
The first to go on was the pair of thin black lace panties. The matching push-up bra followed. I giggled a little at the enhancement of my chest. As if it wasn't big enough now.
The sleek dark green dress hugged me in all the right places, if a little too tight there. It looked good at least, I noted as I checked the mirror. It came down to about mid-thigh, a halter style v-neck. He always dressed me nicely, but I still felt too revealed. I hoped that we would have a private area for dinner.
Before I could think again I realized that Edward was in the room. I could smell him. Shivering violently I turned to look at him. He looked angry.
"Did you read the note? You will not move unless I give you permission Bella. From right now I will punish you every time you slip."
I couldn't help but to let out a moan at his words. I had already soaked the lacy panties he'd given me thoroughly, and I knew this was only the beginning.
He growled and stalked over to me, roughly lifting the hem of my dress. One of his fingers slipped around the panties and inside of my soaked core. I stifled the moan by biting down on my lip.
My breaths were ragged and harsh already. His single finger was working my g-spot. I wanted so badly to moan, even more, to come.
He grinned down at me with an evilly. I shuddered uncontrollably and his fingers only sped up. His head slowly moved down until his lips were right next to my ear. In the darkest voice I'd ever heard from him he growled "You will come when I tell you to come, and if you come before then… You don't even want to know."
Once again it took every ounce of strength I had not to cry out. The voice, it had been so deliciously sexy. Shivering against his finger I wanted so badly to come for him, but I was afraid of what might happen if I did.
Suddenly, his finger was gone, and he was taking my hand in his to lead me out of the room. I wanted to force him to make me come, but that only would have led to more of this cruel punishment.
He led me to the Volvo and opened my door, instructing me to sit down and put on my seatbelt. I did so as he closed my door and walked around to the other side. Once he was in the car the engine purred to life and he took off, backing out of the driveway at a fair speed. It didn't seem so fast anymore.
About twenty minutes later he pulled into a parking lot. It looked like the place was booming. I was disappointed. I had hoped that we would be going somewhere more private. As he opened my door and instructed me out of the car I looked around. Wherever we were, it was beautiful.
I waited for him to take my hand and lead me toward the doors to the fancy restaurant. Why he was taking me out for 'dinner' I wasn't sure. Neither of us had a taste for real food.
As we stepped into the building I looked back at him and he shot me a warning glance. Dinner. Ha. I should have known better. It was a strip bar. There were men and women on stage, but I had eyes only for Edward. And as far as I knew, he had eyes only for me.
"Why did you bring me here?" I asked before covering my mouth. He growled and nearly yanked my arm off as he pulled me in the direction of the bathrooms. Finding a vacant room he threw us both inside and slammed me up against the wall.
Before I knew what was happening he was on his knees in front of me, his tongue flicking over my clit over and over. He was testing me, I could tell by the way his tongue moved so slowly over all the right places. He was daring me to move, daring me to speak. Most of all, he was daring me to come. I was about ready to take him up on that over when he stood up and fixed my clothing.
Shaking violently, I wondered how many times he was going to bring me to the brink of orgasm and then stop. I supposed that it was my own fault for disobeying his rules, but a girl can only take so much.
That was a lie. And by the end of the night I would know it.