One Night In Paris
Written for a challenge. Thanks to Jas for helping out. Donut own the characters.
Tonight, Jacob was finally going to give into Nessie's fantasies. She had been planning this for so long. Nessie knew that Jacob was completely devoted to her; because of that, she could get away with pretty much anything. She wasn't sure that she was completely destined to be with him and only him, but for now, he would help her fulfill her dream. He would do anything for her.
"Hushpuppy, even though I physically reached the age of 18 about a decade ago, I know you've been worried about Chris Hansen trying to destroy your adoration for me. So for my 18th birthday, I think we should go to the most expensive hotel in Paris and get champagne and chocolate truffles from room service and make love by candlelight on a rose petal-covered bed."
"Anything for you, sugarpie. Absolutely anything."
"Edward, what do you think about taking a trip to Paris to celebrate our tenth anniversary? It's the most romantic city in the world, after all," Bella suggested.
"Anything for you, lovebubbles. Absolutely anything."
"Let's make sure we get a sturdy hotel…unlike ten years ago, you can now treat me as roughly as you like."
"I know," Edward murmured, chuckling low in his throat.
"May I flagellate you?"
"Anything for you, Honey Bunches of Oats. Absolutely anything."
Nessie brought the whip down sharply on Jacob's back, leaving a long red welt.
"Do that again. I've been waiting for this for so long."
The whip cracked again. Jacob had been cockblocked for so long that he came, even though he hadn't seen Nessie's love hole yet. Jacob dissolved in an explosion of fur and semen.
"Good thing I have spare handcuffs," Nessie sighed. "Perhaps I can find a sexy French man who will ride me like a stolen bicycle."
"Oh Heathus!" cried Edward.
"Yes! Harder!" Bella screamed.
"No, not that. I don't think I can do this right now." Edward slipped his marble sparkle-peen out of Bella's marble sparkle-bacon and rolled over on the bed.
"What's wrong?" Bella asked, chagrined.
"Unfortunately, I can hear Jacob enjoying being whipped by Nessie somewhere in this hotel."
"Holy crow, thanks for sharing."
"It's killing my buzz, too."
"So what are we going to do about it? I'm thinking you should forget about it and come back here and fuck me like an animal." Their golden eyes met, and their gazes were as buttery as one of Paula Deen's recipes.
"I'll try. Take your shield down. It's so sexy when I can read your mind."
On the other side of the hotel, Nessie was holding a riding crop and wearing nothing but a black latex mask.
"Tell me you want me," she purred to Jacob, whom she had bound to a chair. "Tell me you want my hot, wet vajayjay."
"I want you," he panted, tongue lolling out of his mouth.
She impaled her magic box on his engorged totem pole. As expected, he didn't last long and soon howled in release.