I went to the kitchen and started the teapot. I needed a cup to sooth my nerves which were still bouncing around with anticipation. Closing my eyes, I allowed myself to relive the last hour. Edward had been so attentive, so caring. My body responded to him in ways I didn't know was possible.
This man consumed my thoughts.
The teapot whistled bringing me out of my thoughts. I made two cups and made my way down to the basement. I entered and saw Edward sitting on one of the leather sofas, looking rather disheveled. It was a change from the normally put together Edward Cullen that I had gotten accustomed to.
"I brought you a cup of tea, sir."
He looked up, smiling at me. "Thank you Isabella." He took a sip, groaning appreciatively. "How are you feeling?" He asked as he patted the cushion next to him.
I sat down, appreciating the fluffy, soft, cotton robe that Edward had loaned me.
He nodded. "I want nothing from the truth from you. This is a chance for both of us to talk about the scene - situations - that our lifestyle is. With your past, I want to make sure that there is nothing that I am doing that would cause you harm. It is my job to keep you safe and to anticipate your needs," he said huskily.
"I'm fine Edward . . ."
"Your wrists still turned red."
"I pulled hard against the restraints, not out of fear, but out of ecstasy. I have never had a man bring me to such incredible heights before. If some slight discomfort from the cuffs happened, then it happened. I'm not complaining," I told him.
I reached up and touched his cheek. He leaned into my touch, kissing my hand gently. He examined my wrist again, rubbing where the red marks had been.
"I'm fine, sir," I insisted. "Never better. I do have a question though."
"Fire away," he told me, never relinquishing my hand.
"Why didn't you have me service you? You wanted to make sure that I would respond to you, what about you responding to me? I can't be a good sub for you if I can't bring you to the same heights that you can bring me to. That would be woefully unfair, sir," I told him shyly.
Without saying a word, he lifted me so I was straddling his lap. His lips attacked mine and whereas the sudden movements startled me, but I responded with fervor.
" You never have to worry about me not responding to you Isabella. The way you touched me in the room was fantastic. I was so hard just by you touching my chest. That has never happened to me before."
He took my hand and brought it down to wear the was a predominant bulge in his jeans.
Edward Cullen was huge.
Not just huge, but fucking huge.
While I was in awe of his cock, he had coaxed open the robe and started feasting on my breast.
I let out a cry in surprise.
"Did I catch you off guard again?" He whispered in my ear.
"Yes sir," I told him truthfully. Lying would do me no good.
He smacked my ass lightly, causing me to jump. "You need to be more aware of your surroundings Isabella. This trait could get you in trouble, and I don't want you getting hurt." He caressed where he smacked, causing wetness to pool between my legs.
His fingers grazed my clit, causing me to gasp, again.
"So wet for me again, Isabella."
"Yes sir, only for you," I whispered against his skin.
He glazed my clit again, causing me to shudder all around him. I wrapped my arms around him, trying to steady myself.
"What caused you to become so distracted a couple of moments ago?" Edward asked as he nipped at my collarbone.
"You," I told him. "Your cock, more specifically sir."
He laughed against my skin, his breath hot against me.
"I want to please you. Please give me permission to please you sir . . ." I pleaded. I wanted to bring him to the heights that he brought me to.
"Well when you ask like that, who am I to refuse you, love."
Did he really just call me love?
I kissed his lips, trailing down his chest. I quirked up an eyebrow, tugging at the hem of his shirt. He raised his arms, allowing me better access to his chest.
I teased his nipples with my tongue, nipping and grazing with my teeth. He moaned out in pleasure causing me to smile.
"Damn it Isabella."
I grinned, hearing his frustrations and began my next descent down to his cock.
I paused when I came to the button of his jeans. James had demanded me to take him in my mouth, something that Edward knew. This was why Edward didn't demand this of me, but I wanted to do this for him. I wanted to bring him the same amount of pleasure he brought me.
We were in this together.
I went into the relationship knowing what would be expected, needed of me.
I needed to give this to him, even though he didn't push me for it.
"Isabella, you don't have to do this for me."
"I know, which is why I want to do this for you now. Please sir, let me bring you pleasure."
He closed his eyes. "What is your level?"
"Nine sir." I unbuttoned his jeans, seeing that he was wearing Lucky Brand jeans. Lucky me indeed.
I grabbed both his jeans and boxers and lowered them to the ground. His claves and thighs were just as toned as his chest. It shouldn't have surprised me but it did.
I eyed his cock, seeing the pre cum forming. And I was right, he was fucking huge.
"Comfort level?" He whispered, still concerned for me.
I looked up at him through my lashes. "Nine still sir."
I griped his thighs and brought my mouth to his head. I took my tongue and licked the pre cum, tasting him for the first time. Musky, yet sweet at the same time.
I swirled my tongue around his head, and brought my mouth down his shaft.
"Add some teeth," he gasped out.
I did, knowing not to add to much.
"Damn it," he hissed.
I moaned, knowing that I was bringing him some pleasure, loving the fact that I was in control and bringing this beautiful man to some pleasure. All I wanted to do was make him happy now, to give him a little of what he gave me.
I felt him reach down, and I tensed as his hand reached the back of my head.
I stilled for a second and released him. "Three . . ."
He nodded, removing his hand. He brought me back up to his lap, kissing me on the lips. I took a second to calm myself, and then I was back to my task. I wanted to bringing him to orgasm. I added teeth again and swirled around his head. I hollowed out my cheeks, allowing more suction.
I never gave head willingly before, but with his responses, I think he is liking it.
"Isabella, I'm gonna cum. Please swallow, if you can."
I nodded, and a second later he came, hard. Long spurts of salty liquid hit the back of my throat and I swallowed quickly. I continued sucking until there was nothing left.
"You were spectacular Isabella," he whispered.
I smiled. I brought this man to orgasm. Plain Jane, me.
"You have me completely distracted Isabella. The purpose behind this room is to decompress, to talk about the session, and here we are . . ." he trailed off.
"Sorry sir," I whispered. I wasn't really sorry though.
"Don't be. I'm not. But I am completely spent, and it is close to midnight."
He picked me up, causing me to wrap my legs instinctively around his waist.
"You are sleeping in my room tonight, in my bed. I want you to be at my beck and call during the weekends and I don't want to have to climb up the stairs to get what I want."
"I will probably want you several more times tonight. My last submissive could bring me to orgasm several times a night. Tomorrow, we will see what you can do for me since I am completely spent by our activities today."
"Whatever you wish, sir."
"It is what I wish Isabella."
I sighed into his skin, burying myself into the crook of his neck.
I felt safe and cared for. More importantly, I felt free for the first time in several years, well even since before the attack. I never knew it could be like this.
He shifted me, opening up his now clean bedroom. I had straightened up his bed after our session in here, leaving it as pristine as it was before we started our session.
"Comfort level?" He asked as he started stripping me of his robe.
He raised an eyebrow, looking at me. He searched my eyes, making sure I was telling him the truth.
"You make me feel safe . . . wanted . . . needed . . ."
I was cut off my him attacking my lips. His hands roamed all over my body, as if he was memorizing every inch. He scooped me up, bridal style, and laid me on his bed.
I looked at the woman in front of me. She was beautiful, breathing heavily sprawled out on my bed. I needed her, wanted her.
I hovered above her, feeling her pants on my overheated skin. I almost came at the sensation, almost.
The next time I came, I wanted to be buried deep inside of her, worshipping her for the woman she is.
"Do you want this?" I whispered, licking the shell of her ear.
"More than anything," she gasped as she bucked against me.
That was all the encouragement I needed. I plunged deep inside her. Closing my eyes at the sensations of being buried balls deep in this woman. I hooked one of her legs around my elbow, causing the angle to change so I could go even deeper.
"Aahh! Feels so good!"
I was doing that. I was bringing this beautiful, courageous woman to extreme pleasure. "You are so tight Baby. So warm, so right," I breathed.
I continued my pace, gauging her reactions, making sure she was comfortable. I didn't want to make her go to the dark place in her mind. I already came close today, by putting my hand on her head. Stupid. But my girl was courageous. She found her center and completed her task.
She was a determined woman.
I felt her body begin to shake, and I knew that she was getting close to her release.
I grazed her clit with my fingers, as I pumped into her, hitting her g-spot.
"Let go Isabella," I whispered.
I wasn't going to last much longer, but I needed her to come first. This was just as much about her as it was about me.
She shook violently, her muscles clamped around me. I came a second later as her walls clamped around me. I wrapped my arms around her, and rolled her so she was on top of me. I brushed her hair out of her eyes, and kissed the tip of her nose.
Sex with her was the best I had, and that is saying a lot.
She rolled off to my side, and I pulled her closer, throwing the comforter over the top of us. She sighed as I stroked her spinal column. She shivered under my touch.
"That was great," she whispered. "I didn't think we would do anything like that."
"Have sex?" I questioned.
"Sex like that, in your bed. It seems so normal, not something that would happen in this type of relationship," she clarified.
I was quiet, wondering how to respond. This what they would call "vanilla sex," and yeah, I like doing that too.
"But, I guess if it is what you want, then I'm all for it," she reasoned out. Her fingers began dancing around my chest, as she drew lazy shapes idly. I sighed, loving the little touches she was giving me.
"Sleep, sweetheart. I know you didn't get a lot of sleep this week in between the worry you were experiencing for the weekend and with Juliette. Get some sleep now."
She yawned, confirming my suspicions. Bella was very tired.
I pulled her closer to me, dropping a quick kiss on her head, and waited for her breathing to even out. She didn't disappoint, and was asleep within moments.
She slept quietly, and I prayed that the nightmares that plagued her would stay away tonight. The first nightmare that she had the first night about broke my heart. She had actually been sleeping through more nights uninterrupted, which according to Jasper, was a sign that she was getting settled and was comfortable now in her environment.
I hoped that our activities tonight didn't do anything that would have brought back those nightmares.
She slept, pretty soundly in my arms. And for the first time, I was able to rest myself. I let my thoughts drift back to the session in the bar downstairs. I hadn't actually planned on doing anything with her in that particular room, but she needed it. She needed to prove that she could do that to me, so I let her.
Under normal circumstances of the D/s relationship, I wouldn't have allowed it, but let's face it, this isn't exactly a normal D/s relationship, now is it.
And I had called her "love," a term of endearment . . . a slip to my true feelings for her.
I wasn't going to bring it back up, and hopefully she wouldn't bring it up either.
She had shaken up my life in such a good way, that there was no way I wanted my strong feelings to be known at this point. She would freak out . . . hell I am freaking out by the thoughts. But, I didn't want to let her go.
I pulled her closer to me, seeking more from her.
She curled closer to me, "Edward . . ."
My name fell from her lips, something that wouldn't have been permissible, but she was asleep, so it was a pass.
"Edward," she moaned again.
Damn it, I was getting hard from her moaning.
I needed her again, and was hard within seconds of having my name fall from her lips.
What was this woman doing to me?
I glanced over at the clock, and it had been an hour since she had fallen asleep. I wouldn't have woken her up, but damn it . . .
I placed feather light kisses in between in shoulder blade, and let one hand start caressing her breast as the other one made its way down to her silky, soft, heat.
"Isabella . . ." I whispered into her ear.
She ground subconsciously into me, causing me to get even harder. I made my ministrations harder, so I would wake her from her slumber.
"Edward?" Her eyes fluttered open. "Shit, sorry, sir . . ."
I chuckled while changing our position, it was so damn cute, I wasn't going to punish that slip up. I brought my lips up to her breasts, capturing her nipple in my mouth. It had only been an hour and I was hungry for more.
I kissed her lips softly and nudge her legs open, and ran my cock along her slick opening.
She was ready as well.
"You were moaning my name in your sleep."
"Sorry sir," she apologized quickly as I slipped in.
"What were you dreaming about since you were moaning my name?"
Even in the dim light, I could tell she was blushing. Fuck.
"What was it Isabella," I said more forcefully as I continued my rhythm, pushing further and deeper in.
"I dreamed about you . . ." she gasped.
"That's obvious, Isabella. I need specifics."
"I dreamed about you doing me doggy style, as you were playing with my breasts."
Shit. I was expecting that.
"Is that what you want?"
"Only if it pleases you," she panted as I grazed her clit, pinching it as I withdrew. If that is what she was dreaming about, I was going to make her dreams come true. I made her come using my fingers, and then flipped her to the right position.
Her ass was in the air, and I was positioned behind her. I ran my hand across and slapped in lightly. Her cheeks pinked up.
"It's an erotic spanking, I could make you come like this. What is your comfort level?"
"I won't do it tonight, right now I need to be in you and playing with those gorgeous tits . . ."
I slammed into her, and we both cried out with pleasure.
"You are so deep in me, I feel so consumed . . ."
Right there with you babe.
I continued a frantic pace, not being able to contain myself. I knew that she was comfortable, as she hadn't safe worded or screamed out a comfort level.
I reached down and tugged on her nipples, eliciting a hiss.
"Is this better than you dream, Isabella?" My voice was husky, and I was quickly losing control.
"So much better . . ." She screamed as I pinched her clit.
She continued moaning as I slapped her ass lightly again, causing her to groan and moan.
She was dangling precariously to the edge. "I need to cum sir, please . . ."
"Hold on another minute," I was close to my release as well, and wanted to prolong this session.
"Please, please, please, please," she chanted over and over again.
"You need to learn some control," I whispered. "I'm going to cum now."
My rhythm became jerky as I grabbed on to her hips for some stability. I pinched her clit again, and she screamed out. "Cum now," I commanded.
Her orgasm intensified mine. Her walls clamped down around my already pulsating cock, squeezing and milking me in ways that had never happened before. I collapsed, flipping our slick bodies, so that she was again, on top of me.
Her breathing was erratic, and her body was flushed.
I did that. My inner caveman beat his chest.
I stroked her hair and kissed her forehead.
"You are a vixen Bella Swan," I whispered to her sleeping form. I had a feeling that she was going to be the death of me yet.
AN: Holy full of Lemons Batman!
Yes I know, it has taken me forever to update, and truthfully it is because I have so many other story ideas floating around in my head and other things going on that I just haven't had the chance to sit down and write this.
I will keep this story going, and hopefully I can update more now that my life is beginning to stabilize some.
Anyway, review, review, review, it was actually a review that convinced me to give you guys this for the new year.
I was going to post a non-cannon story (Bella/Emmett - only because Kellan Lutz shirtless pictures make me happy), but because GGGHHHAAARRR67 asked so politely, I delivered.
So review . . .