Author: Summer Leah PM
Edward and Bella are dating, but both want something more out of their sex life. LEMONY SMUT! AH, OOC, dominant EdwardRated: Fiction M - English - Romance - Edward & Bella - Chapters: 9 - Words: 13,780 - Reviews: 325 - Favs: 475 - Follows: 529 - Updated: 05-25-09 - Published: 02-25-09 - id: 4885796
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A/N: This is very unlike my other stories. If you're looking for something tasteful and limeish, go read something else. This is the pure smut that my fevered imagination has produced. I just REALLY needed to write a super-sexy, dirty-talking, dominant Edward, so I did. Enjoy!
Bella and I had been dating for almost a year and making love for several months. The sex was great, but I couldn't help but feel there was something missing. I guess I was still unsure of her, and of us. I didn't want to screw up, so I was always gentlemanlike and very careful of Bella, making sure she orgasmed whenever we had intercourse. Intercourse. That was the problem, right there. We were making love when I wanted to fuck her until she couldn't walk straight. But Bella had never given me any indication that she was dissatisfied with our sex life. I was a little frustrated, but I loved Bella and was not about to risk what we had over this irrational impulse to just take her, hard and fast.
God, I was horny. Edward was at a seminar and wouldn't get back until later tonight. If I was still awake, we'd probably make love when he came home, in standard missionary position, until we both climaxed, as always. But lately, those orgasms hadn't been satisfying me. I loved Edward, and it certainly wasn't his fault. That man was sexy as hell; I got wet just looking at him. No, it was me. There was something wrong with me, that what most people liked wasn't enough. I couldn't tell Edward about this; he's so solicitous of me, he'd probably accept my weirdness and try to give me what I wanted, even though it made him miserable. Not only did I refuse to make Edward give up his pleasure for mine, but also . . . well, if he didn't enjoy it, it would kind of defeat the purpose. What I wanted from him couldn't be given; it had to be taken. And he had to take it.
This presented me with an interesting dilemma, though. I couldn't walk around constantly, aroused and unsatisfied; I'd go crazy. On the other hand, I couldn't, or wouldn't, be sated in bed with Edward. There was only one other option.
I opened my closet and pulled out a bag from the very back. It contained several scandalous garments from Victoria's Secret. I'd never shown them to Edward—he was so conservative, he'd probably be appalled—but they turned me on, made me feel like my body was on display to the whole (empty) room.
I grabbed my favorite outfit. The top was a black corset that laced up along the center. It was three sizes too small for me, which meant several things. First, the top just barely covered the nubs of my nipples, screening the pink outer edges with only lace. Also, the two sides were a good 5 inches apart, exposing their inner curves as well as the valley between them and straining the ribbons that held the garment together. Finally, it pulled my waist in until I could barely breathe. It felt like I was bound, and that sensation alone excited me.
The panties were white and extremely lacy. They appeared relatively modest until I turned around or spread my legs. Then, you could see that my buttocks were completely exposed, only a thin string of lace running between them to hold the panties together, and that there was a slit in the crotch which allowed free access to my pussy. In case you were wondering, said pussy was already dripping.
From the very bottom of the bag I pulled out my biggest, most embarrassing secret: a vibrator. (You know Bella would be embarrassed by a vibe.) I'd been mortified when I bought it, but my investment was returned in full. It wasn't that it felt better than Edward, but I could create the situations that turn me on and use it for stimulation. Today I set it to medium and wound my hands through a scarf I'd tied to the bed, pretending I was tied up. I got on my knees and mounted the vibrator, pushing myself down onto it until I had to throw my head back as I began to whimper and scream.
The sensations built, and I knew I was close. Just a little more . . . I thrust myself onto the vibrator and imagined it was Edward, forcing me to ride him, to pleasure him until he came . . . so close . . . I heard footsteps and opened my eyes, staring into Edward's shocked face. He'd seen me. I came so hard I had to clutch at the scarf to hold myself upright. As my body was wracked with aftershocks, I shut my eyes again, afraid of what Edward's expression would show me. After a minute, though, I knew I had to face the music. I looked up.
I couldn't believe it. My little, innocent Bella was masturbating! With a vibrator! In the sexiest fucking outfit I'd ever seen! I was nearly overwhelmed by two totally different emotions: lust, and rage.
That was the hottest thing I'd ever seen or imagined. Bar none. Bella had never worn anything like that for me, which made me angry, but not furious. No, what absolutely enraged me was that she was masturbating with a fucking vibrator when she had me! Not only that, but that orgasm was more intense than any I'd ever given her. She'd never screamed like that for me! What the fuck was she doing, acting like our sex life was the most fulfilling thing in the world and then masturbating when I wasn't watching?
Looking into her face, I could tell that Bella knew she'd screwed up. That was good. Now she just had to learn the consequences of her behavior.
"Edward—" she began, but I held out my hand to stop her.
"I don't want to hear it. I don't care whyyou felt the need to masturbate in secret rather than come to mefor satisfaction, but it was a bad decision.
Her expression was pained, and she was pulling her arms free of whatever she'd used to restrain them. Now, why the hell had she done that?
Before I could consider this, Bella spoke. "I'm sorry, Edward." Never mind; I had more pressing concerns. Such as what to do with her. "It's not that—I mean, I just—"
"I don't care," I interrupted brusquely. "You're never going to use that again—you'll never want to. You're going to forget all about it, except for the fact that you were crazy to think that this machine could give you more satisfaction than my cock."
Her eyes were glowing now, and I could smell her. Fuck, was Bella getting off on this? Just the thought of that possibility hardened me to the point of pain. Without warning, I pushed her shoulders until she was sprawled out on the bed and grasped her legs, pulling them apart until I had an unobstructed view of her pussy. Holy shit—and I'd thought the corset was the sinful part of the outfit! There was a fucking slit in the panties that revealed her entire sex. And damn, she was dripping! I'd never seen her this wet!
I glanced up at her face and saw that Bella was flushed and panting, with her head thrown back and her eyes closed. I couldn't believe it. "You fucking dirty girl. You like this, don't you? You're getting off on it!"
Bella just moaned and I had to take a deep breath to keep myself from ripping open my pants and thrusting inside her. God, that didn't help; the air was full of her rich, delicious scent. I reminded myself that I was going to punish Bella, which meant that my poor dick had to wait a little longer.
"You like it, don't you? Tell me what you want, Bella." She only moaned and thrashed on the bed, and I grasped her hips firmly, pinning her to the mattress. "Tell me!"
"I want . . . you, Edward."
I snorted. "Come on, Bella, you can do better than that. What do you want me to do to you?"
Bella was gasping by this time. "Please . . . Edward . . . anything you want."
I smirked. "You might regret that. Anything I want, hmm? That leaves me with a lot of options." Bella sighed and I paused for a moment to take in the image of her sprawled out on the bed, waiting for me to do whatever I chose. "Well," I decided, "these panties have one advantage, and it seems a shame to let it go to waste." With that, I flipped Bella over until she was on her hands and knees, only taking the time to unzip my pants and push my boxers below my cock before I entered her soaking pussy.
For a moment, I thought I would spill myself then and there, encased in her heat, her pussy squeezing me like a vice and wetter than I'd ever experienced it. It was perfect. Bella moaned so loudly I worried about waking the neighbors until I remembered we'd bought our own house. I slowly withdrew, and Bella whimpered at the loss. I smirked before thrusting inside her as hard and fast as I could. Bella screamed and I could feel that she was already about to come. But that wasn't part of the plan, so I pulled out of her pussy, grinning evilly. She rolled over and stared at me with big, pleading eyes. "Edward, please, I need to come."
"Oh, you need to come?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. "That's funny, I was under the impression that you came about ten minutes ago, without my involvement. Could it be that your vibrator didn't satisfy you? No matter, you will not come yet, not until I give you permission."
Bella's eyes widened, but before she could protest I said, "Now, Bella, those are very slutty clothes. You bought and wore them without my knowledge. What a bad girl." She gulped, but I could see excitement in her eyes. "That outfit is very sexy, but you didn't get my permission, so I'm afraid it's going to have to come off."
"That outfit is very sexy, but you didn't get my permission, so I'm afraid it's going to have to come off."
My God. This was a side of Edward I'd never seen, and it made me hotter than I'd ever been in my life. Willingly, even eagerly, I undid the knot of my corset, pulling it loose until I could wriggle out of it, and shoved my panties down. I didn't realize until I looked up that Edward wasn't undressing, as well. In fact, he had zipped up his pants, and I frowned at him, confused. "Why are you—?"
He cut me off. "Don't question me, Bella. And don't speak without permission." My eyes widened; I hadn't imagined this in my fantasies, but it excited me nevertheless. I stared at him, breathless with anticipation, waiting to see what he would do. He didn't disappoint.
"Now, Bella, you've been a very bad girl, don't you think so?" I nodded. "Do you deserve to be punished?" I nodded again, a little more hesitantly. "Good. I agree. Now come over here."
He pulled me over to him and positioned me as if I was a doll, moving my limbs until I was lying flat on my stomach, with my butt at the very edge of the bed and my legs dangling off it. Edward leaned in until his mouth was next to my ear, and I shivered at the sound of his velvety voice as he whispered, "Do you know what happens to naughty little girls, Bella?" Without waiting for a reply, he continued, "They get spanked. And so will you."
A/N: What do you think? It was surprisingly easy to write, but I figured that was long enough for one chapter. There will probably be an update very soon. Review please!