|As You Wish, Mistress
Author: wytchwmn75 PM
Carlisle Cullen is a hot movie producer, Bella is his personal assistant. What happens in the playroom, stays in the playroom. Rated M: language, lemons, BDSM. AH,OOC Written for Twi-Girl Revolution's Under Her Thumb ChallengeRated: Fiction M - English - Romance - Bella & Carlisle - Words: 3,587 - Reviews: 51 - Favs: 178 - Follows: 49 - Published: 06-09-10 - Status: Complete - id: 6037536
|A+ A- Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten|
Under Her Thumb Challenge hosted by Twi-Girl Revolution
As You Wish, Mistress
Thanks to the Twi-Girl's for hosting this challenge!
Thanks to my awesome beta Cullenlovingmom for all her hard work on this! XO Go read her O/S It Takes a Village written for the Ficawesome Gift Exchange. http:/www(dot)fanfiction(dot)net/s/6015018/1/It_Takes_a_Village It will grab your heart, leave her love.
Thanks to my amazing prereader MyEdiction for all her help with this. XO Go read her entry for the Me and Mr. McCarty contest, its called Simple Man and its a sweet story. http:/www(dot)fanfiction(dot)net/s/6032875/1/ Leave a review and put on alert so you can vote!
Thanks also goes out to LadyQE for her help and suggestions!
I don't own Twilight...
"Bella, could you please come in here for a moment?" my boss's voice asked through my telephone's intercom.
"Yes, Mr. Cullen. I'll be right in," I replied, grabbing a pen and notepad.
Carlisle Cullen was one of the hottest movie producers in America and one of the hottest men in L.A. In his early forties, he had the same blonde hair he was born with, crystal blue eyes, and the body of a man half his age. By some good fortune, I had managed to secure a job as his personal assistant three years earlier. He wasn't always an easy man to get along with, but after a few months of working together, we became used to each other's idiosyncrasies. I learned the subtle nuances that went along with working for a high profile man, and he learned not to ask me for anything until after I'd had my first cup of coffee. Needless to say, it was a very happy work environment. For the most part.
On this particular Friday morning, Mr. Cullen, as I addressed him in front of others, was meeting with Jasper Whitlock. Mr. Whitlock was making a name for himself as an action star who was easy on the eyes and even easier to work with. Trust me, that was a rare combination. They were in negotiations for a film that could secure his status in the industry as a bona fide star.
"Ms. Swan," he said as I entered the office, "Jasper and I would like some sushi for lunch. Could you call and get us a reservation at Sawa?"
"Of course, Sir. That shouldn't be a problem," I said as I started to leave the room.
"One more thing, Ms. Swan."
"Yes, Mr. Cullen?" I knew what he was going to do. Mr. Cullen enjoyed seeing just how far he could push me.
"Come here, please."
I walked around to his side of the desk, and he began to leaf through the stack of papers sitting there.
"I need copies of these as soon as possible." That meant yesterday to him.
"No problem, Sir." I thought I was in the clear until I felt his hand creep up the back of my thigh. He knew I wouldn't make a scene in front of his client, so I just stood there until he was finished caressing me.
"Will that be all, Mr. Cullen?" I said, shooting daggers at him.
"For now, Ms. Swan," he said, his lips curling up in a smirk.
Leaving the office as quickly as I could, I made the reservations and let Mr. Cullen know that the car would be ready in ten minutes. The good thing about his "work lunches" was that they tended to take a several hours of his time. In the meantime, I'd have plenty of time to get all those contracts copied. A few minutes later, the men came out of the office to leave for lunch.
"Thank you for getting the reservations, Ms. Swan," Mr. Whitlock said.
"No problem, Mr. Whitlock. I'm very good friends with the owner."
I heard Mr. Cullen grumble something, but ignored it.
"Please, call me Jasper," he said, leaning over my desk.
Holy shit, he's flirting with me! Alice is going to die when I tell her.
"That's very nice of you, Mr. Whitlock, but Mr. Cullen likes to maintain a professional atmosphere."
"C'mon, Carlisle, can't she call me Jasper? She has to be at least my age."
"She's twenty-seven, a year older than you actually, and those are my rules. If Ms. Swan wants to work somewhere more laid back, she's welcome to."
Oh boy, he's in a mood now. I wonder if it's because I mentioned knowing Caius. I know he isn't fond of him.
Placating him was my best defense at this point.
"Now, Mr. Cullen, you know I enjoy working here. No one else would treat me as well as you do. Go have your lunch and have fun."
"I won't be too long. You can reach me on my cell if you need anything."
I waited until he was at the door before responding. "Yes, Sir. Just remember that your wife said you needed to be home by six . . . and to not be late this time."
His eyes sparkled at that, and I knew he would be on time.
"That's fine. I probably won't be back in the office today then. Would you take care of shutting everything down?"
"As you wish, Mr. Cullen."
With the office free for the afternoon, I slid off my heels and plugged in my iPod. It was going to be a long night for me, so it was best that I make myself comfortable. I managed to finish my work by four-thirty, and still hadn't had heard anything from Mr. Cullen. This was odd. He usually called at least twice to check in, but there wasn't a single call.
Hmmm, they must be having fun. Too much sake, no doubt.
By the time I finished the nightly rituals of backing up the computers and syncing all of his gadgets, it was five o'clock.
Perfect, I thought as I locked the office door behind me.
I took out my Blackberry and hit the first number on speed dial.
"Pardon me. Hello, Mistress Isabella," he whispered.
"That's better. I'm leaving the office. I thought I told you to be home by six?"
"I'm just leaving now, Mistress."
"Well, you better pray that you make it home before I do," I said as I disconnected the phone.
Honestly, I hoped he didn't. My palm had been itching to dole out some punishment. My pet had always heeded my warnings, but sometimes he'd get cocky, and I'd have to remind him who was in charge. If I thought training Mr. Cullen to be the perfect boss was difficult, training Carlisle to be the perfect husband was worse. However, training him to be the perfect submissive was delicious. I stepped on the accelerator, hoping to make it home before my boss, my husband, and my slave, Carlisle, did.
As I pulled into our wrap-around driveway, I noticed his Escalade was parked haphazardly by the front door which meant he'd rushed to get in the house. I was tempted to touch the hood just to see how hot it was, but the fact was that he was here when he was supposed to be.
I took my time walking up the stairs to prepare myself. We'd been doing this so long that it only took a few deep breaths for me to be ready. Entering the foyer, I felt him there waiting for me, and my body shivered in anticipation. Leaving my bag on the table in the foyer, I took the key from my key chain and opened the locked drawer and pulled out his collar. I took three steps forward and stood in front of my beautiful pet.
He was kneeling on the parquet floor of the door way leading to the living room, his knees shoulder-width apart, his tight ass resting on his heels and his hands locked behind his head, lowered as a sign of respect and trust. Watching him breathe, I wondered when he had made it home. There was no sign of labored breathing. I was a little proud of him, but disappointed that there'd be no punishment that night.
Well, it's still early.
"Good evening, slave."
"Good evening, Mistress Isabella."
"You may greet me properly."
He put his palms on the floor on either side of my feet and leaned down to kiss them. Then, he gently nuzzled my calf, his sign of affection towards his Mistress.
"Thank you, Mistress Isabella." He shifting back into position, this time holding his head up to accept the collar.
It was a simple strap of black leather with a small, silver buckle which was secured with a padlock in the back and had three D- rings on the front. I rarely put him on a leash during the day . . . unless he was being punished. At night, however, he slept on the floor next to my bed and was tethered to the bedpost.
"I'm in need of a shower."
"May your slave wash you?"
"Yes, he may. Come."
We walked up the stairs, me leading the way. When we reached the third floor, I went into our "weekend" bedroom. This is where we spent Friday and Saturday nights, our play space. Finding it difficult to get into the right head space in our regular bedroom, we had quickly decided to take advantage of our many guestrooms. Now, the third floor was our sanctuary. He stepped into the adjoining bathroom and turned on the shower, adjusting it to the temperature I preferred.
"You may undress me."
"Thank you, Mistress."
He carefully disrobed me, being very careful of the expensive suit I was wearing. Once, he had damaged a suit of mine. I punished him accordingly—twice, once in the playroom and once in the wallet. Like I said, it only happened once.
Reaching up under my skirt to unhook my garters, his touch instantly relaxed me. He worshipped me with his touch, and the energy of his devotion poured into me through my skin.
Slowly, he removed my stockings, kissing each foot before placing them back on the floor. My slave rubbed my calves, working my sore muscles. The skirt was next. He stood up and slowly unbuttoned my blouse. As he unclasped my bra, his strong hands massaged my shoulders and arms. Dropping to his knees again, he hooked his fingers on either side of my lace thong and drew it down my legs.
"You may show your devotion by worshipping my pussy," I said as I spread my legs for him, I invited his touch. I felt him press his nose into my aching sex, inhaling my scent. The feeling of his hot, velvet tongue licking my juices never ceased to make me quiver. He tugged at my clit and I let out a moan and grasped his head, urging him deeper.
"Lick me until I come."
The only noise in the bathroom was him lapping at my pussy and the water falling in the shower. The coil in my stomach began to tighten, and I knew I was close.
"Faster slave," I ordered and he picked up his speed and intensity until I was coming in waves into his mouth.
When he was finished licking me clean, he opened the glass door, and steam billowed out.
I went in and stood under the hot spray, letting my body relax further from the pressure of the spray. He stood in the corner of the shower until I held out my hand, beckoning him forward. Starting with my hair, he gently massaged the shampoo into my scalp, just the way I liked it. I could feel his erection brushing against me and reveled in the power I had on his body.
"That's enough. I can finish myself."
"Mistress, I-," he started.
"I said enough. Sit down on the bench."
He sat down and watched as I finished washing myself. I took my time, making a show out of it. Having him watch me with hunger in his eyes was a huge turn on, and I could feel my pussy becoming slick with new juices. Looking him straight in the eye, I let my hand travel down to stroke the sensitive skin. My eyes never left his as I continued the assault on my throbbing sex. His hands were twitching at his sides, and I knew that he was aching to touch me.
I walked over to where he sat and straddled his lap. My left hand held onto his shoulder for support while my right hand was buried in between my legs. His erection was bumping against my ass, and all the sensations brought me closer to climax. He struggled, but managed to remain passive. I had to give him points for that. Rubbing tight circles on my clit while my fingers fucked me, I came hard and screamed loudly. Taking my fingers out of my sensitive pussy, I offered my fingers and watched as he licked each finger clean.
An hour later, we were in the playroom. It was one of the largest rooms in the house, the walls painted a deep red, the windows covered in lush fabrics. There was a four-poster king-sized bed with black satin sheets, a half-dozen pillows and cuffs securely attached to each corner. The room was also furnished with a whipping bench and a table. He was standing in the center of the room, feet spread apart, hands behind his head, awaiting instruction. I led him to the large wooden cross and secured him to it.
"I've had a very trying week, slave. I think a good workout is in order."
"As you wish, Mistress."
"I'm not going to gag you though. I want to hear you."
"As you wish, Mistress."
"Do you remember your safe word?" "
"I'd like you to count each lash."
"As you wish, Mistress."
"Ten should suffice."
I saw him wince ever so slightly before answering.
"As you wish, Mistress."
I walked over to the toy cabinet to choose the implement I would use. The red leather whip was my favorite, the tail was short, and it fit perfectly in my hand. I had just turned on some music when he called to me.
"May your slave thank you after each one."
"No, he may not. This is not for pleasure."
"As you wish, Mistress."
I walked around him slowly, stalking him, before I began. His cock was hard, and I knew that soon enough he would be harder from the whipping. Without warning, I snapped the whip, and it landed on the tip of his penis.
Another snap, this time to his right ball.
The next landed on his left ball.
Back to his cock.
He was becoming aroused, his erection getting harder with each kiss of the whip on his flesh. I, too, was becoming excited watching his beautiful pale skin begin to redden. I walked behind him, whipping each ass cheek, then returned to the front where I worked his thighs and straining hard-on. At the end of ten, I was ready to have him.
"Table," was all I had to say, and he laid himself on the table, as I secured his wrists and ankles in the leather restraints. The table had two large rings posted at each end. A chain went through the hole with the restraints attached. This made it easy for him to be flipped on his stomach if necessary.
"You may not come until I give you permission to do so."
"As you wish, Mistress," he panted.
I stood at the end of the table next his feet before crawling up onto it. Starting at his long, muscled legs, I kissed my way up until I was in between his thighs. Biting the inside of each thigh, his hips began to buck, begging my mouth to touch him where he needed it the most. The slit of his cock was weeping with precum, and I gave it a nice, slow lick, making sure to get every drop. He whimpered, and I sucked his tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue around his engorged head.
My pet had the most beautiful cock I'd ever had the pleasure of sucking. It was long and thick, but incredibly smooth. There was a slight bend to it, and I knew it was that which had brought me more orgasms than all the other men combined. My mouth worshiped him, and when I finally took him all the way in, he let out a low, ragged moan. It took me a long time to master deep throating him, but it was worth it. I made a few passes up and down his length before taking him out of my mouth.
Crawling up the rest of his body, I laid flush against him and kissed him, reveling in the feel of his tongue against mine. My pelvis was right in line with his, and again he began to undulate his hips, simulating me riding him.
"Slave," I said in chastisement and he immediately stopped. I ground into him, rubbing my clit on the base of his erection. Needing him too badly at this point, I sat up and lowered myself roughly onto his waiting cock. We both let a moan of satisfaction out.
This was going to be fast and hard fucking. My pace was urgent from the beginning. My hands laid flat on his chest, and I began to play with his hardened nipples.
Our frantic rhythm was becoming too much for me. I scraped my nails down his chest before holding on to his hips tightly as my body was wracked with the wave of my orgasm. It only took me seconds to recuperate, the benefit of having been doing this for years. I told him we were flipping, and with well-practiced ease, I was soon on my back. The pressure of his body on mine was delicious, and before he even moved, the feeling of our pelvises being pushed together excited me. I drew my knees up, feeling him slide deeper inside me, and he propped himself on his elbows, waiting for the sign.
"Fuck me, pet."
He pounded into me, a desperate man who knew I was responsible for his release. I wrapped my legs around him, bringing him closer to my body, and I was already on the edge again. Needing more stimulation on my clit, I brought my hand to it and let my fingers play with the nub. Being able to feel his cock slide in and out of me while I touched myself was wreaking havoc on my senses. My pussy was drenched, and when I slid my finger in the wetness, I whimpered at the sensation.
"Open your mouth," I said right before sliding my soaked finger into his mouth.
He sucked at it greedily, making sure he cleaned up my juices. The combination of my finger in his mouth, mimicking what he was doing to my body was my undoing.
"Come for me. Now," I commanded as I was coming down, knowing that his release would throw me into another orgasm.
He let out a primal yell as he came inside me, just as my next orgasm was beginning. This was my favorite part. As my walls contracted, they milked his cock for every last drop of his hot cum. We cried out in unison this time, and he collapsed on top of me, both of us a sweaty mess.
As he lay on his stomach, I massaged oil into the skin of his ankles to get the circulation going after being restrained, taking extra care not to press to hard. His breathing was slow and shallow.
I worked my way up to his well-toned calves to his muscular thighs, continuing to gently rub oil, helping the circulation along. I murmured words of praise to him and left gentle kisses on his skin for accepting the lashes. After care was an important part of the experience, it also forged the bond between the master and slave. A responsible dominant always made sure that her submissive floated gently back down to earth. I'd always thought of it as my way of saying thank you to the man I love for having such trust in me that he was able to give himself over to me completely.
I straddled his thighs, massaging his back and bent towards his ear. "I love you, my sweet slave."
"I love you, too, Mistress Isabella."
"You need to get a good night's rest. I have big plans for you tomorrow."
"As you wish, Mistress."
Did I meet the challenge? Let me know, leave a review!
Follow me on Twitter (when it works), my name there is wytchwmn75. Unique, right?
Check out my profile for info on FGB, I am participating for the first time. There are also links to the blogs for my other stories!
Thank you my lovelies...xo