This was the first time I had been asked to contribute a story I am very excited to have been asked by BreathOfTwilight. It's such an honor and I hope that she and all of you like my story.
This was beta'd by: whitleytwilog and LindsayRae BxE
Disclaimer: Sm wrote Twilight but I think she would like this too... Please don't steal or else. Happy Halloween. ;}
I took in the cool night air, and peered at the thin sliver of moon cutting into the inky sky, not enough light to see clearly. A wolf bayed woefully from deep within the forest. Actually, I had never seen a wolf here, but that didn't stop them from making their presence known. I looked within the trees, thinking maybe the movement I saw within the limbs and leaves could be a sylph or specter…That would make my life more interesting, but I am sure it was just my imagination, as always. Nothing interesting happened in Forks, especially not to me.
"Bella," Alice said in her chiding voice, "You're going to catch a cold, sweets. Come away from the door. You're letting the draft in."
"Oh, how tragic that would be, catching a cold. Then you wouldn't be able to make me over." I took a thick breath into my lungs just to spite her as my lips curled into an impish grin. "Total win."
"No way am I taking care of you when you catch whatever demon illness is floating around out there. You're already bitchy when you're just being yourself. Now get in here before you get all snotty."
"Aren't I already snotty?" I gave her a smart look and watched her eyes narrow again, obviously sensing my teasing. She was too perceptive for her own good.
"No. I said you're bitchy. Rose is snotty."
"I am not happy about this. I thought looking angelic would save me the makeover."
"You would still be an ugly duckling if it wasn't for me, Swan. Sit. In. The. Chair."
I didn't move. "Your Dom impression is laughable. And don't call me that."
In a poor attempt at humor, stupid Tyler tagged me as "Ugly Duckling." Much to my adolescent dismay, it stuck. Well, until I met Rose and Alice. Rose punched him in the face after she saw him tape a note on my back. Naturally, we instantly became friends, and no one had picked on me since.
"You're just mad because you have to be made up." Alice said.
I didn't look at her, but I dropped my hand from the door frame and replaced it with my head. A sigh escaped as my head gave a small shake. "Correction: You're mad because I don't want to get made up. Angels aren't gothic, FYI."
Her face pinched. "You wanted this job! And what kind of haunted house has an angelic angel?"
I really drew a blank with that one. It was like a trick question or something.
"Well, don't make me into a freak show, Alice. I saw what you did to Jessica."
"Now, that was funny."
It was funny. It was also mean and on the verge of unforgivable. Jessica was the angel that I was hired to replace but instead of angelic, Alice had made Jessica's curly hair into a ball of frizz and her make up was dead-on for The Bride of Frankenstein. Alice had said that it was payback, but she refused to tell me for what.
After Alice's makeover, Jessica became mysteriously ill. Too ill to do her job, apparently, so I was the next possible choice. Since there were few jobs in Forks period, I quickly accepted the gig knowing I could pull off the angelic part.
"Just don't go crazy. I don't want to look like Dr. Frankenstein's rejected science project. Or worse, like Jessica."
"It's not my fault I am a makeup artiste! Just sit down Bella, and let me do it already! I have lots of people to complete and not much more time!" Alice's voice was hitting decibels that made me wince. Truly more siren then pixie, she could call anyone to their death…Or at least make them look that way. I sat in her chair and gave her a wary look before she had her cape in hand and was wrapping it around my neck. I had already gotten my costume, I just needed the face.
A surprisingly short amount of time later, I was sitting in Alice's chair to be transformed into some sort of gothic angel sent to watch over the poor soul getting tortured in the scene with me. But I didn't know who my 'co-star' was. The anxiety I was grappling with was directly connected to this fact. What was worse was that everyone seemed to know or had chosen their theme and costars, yet mine -conveniently- had been chosen for me. I suspected Alice had a hand in that.
I just needed my wings and a wish… Please don't let it be Mike… or Tyler... and especially not James. I shuddered at the thought of an angelic me hovering over that psycho, or worse, me being trapped under him. I swallowed down the bile.
"Hey," A voice trickled in and I heard Alice's breathe escape from her chest.
"Hey." She replied with a sly smile. I watched her closely, intrigued, before turning to the sex voice that greeted her.
I saw the blond waves that framed a whitened, ghostly face. Jasper, or Casper, was dressed as a ghost and needed 'a make-up fix.' I watched Alice flutter around him, feeling the sexual tension rolling off of them as she pulled at his costume. When she was done, she touched up the make-up around his face and then carefully kissed his mouth. I saw him lean in and whisper something that made her face redden and break into a smile, before he moved out of the room.
Alice moved into the make-up mirror and had a smug smile as I quietly analyzed her reflection. Her small frame fluttered around me, squishing out a variety of colors from tubes onto an artist's palette. Even the extent of goo couldn't derail the train of thought that must have been going through her mind. Alice was normally so put together. But after the visit, she looked frantic. Her hair had lost its careful spikes on the back of her head and there was a slight smudge of lipstick off of her lower lip.
"Someone has been a dirty, dirty slut!" I teased her and reveled in her red face as she sucked in a breath of surprise. Her hands fluttered to her hair as she combed through the once-perfect tangles. I couldn't help but laugh. I felt a cold, harsh smudge swipe over my face and instantly Alice seemed too flustered to be doing this. "Alice, please don't take my impetuous mouth out on my face. I really don't want to look like a freak."
"Bella, although your attitude scares most people away, this 'dirty, dirty slut' does feel the need to make you look consistent with your mouth."
"That was harsh." I gave her the bitch brow in warning but she completely oblivious. She was only aloof when she had something to be guilty about. It was time to dig deeper.
"You know, for just getting laid, you sure are being a bitch."
Alice gasped in feigned surprise.
I felt more swipes of cold on my face. It felt good, but as it dried it pulled at my skin and I worried that I shouldn't frazzle her more when she's working on me. She started air brushing shadows under my eyes and over my cheekbones.
"So where did you and Jazz have this quickie?"
We have always openly talked about Alice and Jazz's sex life, mostly because she couldn't keep it to herself. So I knew exactly what excited Jasper, how big his dick was and what his talents were. He was not the Southern gentleman his demeanor suggested...
"Oh. Um…" I watch Alice's eyes glaze over in remembrance. "He wanted to check out my Alternate Universe but was thinking more…Land of the Lost. It's been a while, ya know? Like two whole days!" I rolled my eyes at that. She was aware of my dry spell but I didn't feel the need to remind her.
I tried to put her words together.
"Um, Jedi Jasper wanted to use The Force and light saber your ass?"
Alice snickered as her eyes grew wide. I could hear talking close by. Soft male voices, but they soon passed, and I couldn't see who it was.
"Bella. You are a freak. This is hardly the place for anal."
"Oh. So where?"
"The torture chamber number three. It is the most accommodating…To tie someone up and have your way with him."
I suddenly remembered that this room was the room I was supposed to work in. The idea of Jazz and Alice getting it on in there was totally awkward, but I couldn't help but be intrigued. Her words rang in my head until I took a look in the mirror. I looked positively ethereal and I couldn't help but smile.
I walked into the dark room earlier than I was supposed to. I could see that it was set up just like a medieval torture chamber. Gothic antique tools were hanging off the walls and littering the room. There were whips, a paddle, and a riding crop among other things that I could have sworn I had seen at Seattle's Castle Megastore the last time I went with Alice. Seeing how those "decorations" seemed less likely to have been used back then, I just scoffed knowing Alice and Jazz had recently played in this room.
I opened the drawer of the hutch that that sat in the corner of the room, pulling back the faux spider webs and causing something black and leggy to fall. It was probably a fake spider so I let it be, my attention directed back to the drawers. The first drawer was uneventful. It had gauze and fake blood and some make-up for touch ups. I closed it, opening the next. That one was much more intriguing. It had condoms, a small box of Kleenex and some 'Just Like Me' lube. I knew that was Alice's favorite, since it re-wets with a bit of spit. Looking back at the prop table, I couldn't help but wonder how many other people played here. I would have to bring a container of antibacterial wipes tomorrow.
I heard the faint music turn on outside. It was Rob Zombie's "Living Dead Girl." I knew the line outside was growing larger by the minute, and I could already hear their random screams. Now, I just needed my unknown tortured soul.
My eyes veered to the table before me. It was large and wooden, chunks missing as if something had been previously hacked on it. Ominous stains were pooling and dripping off the sides to simulate a previous victim's demise. Chained to each of the four legs were thick leather straps that would be buckled onto my victim. I felt the leather reverently as I found another toy hanging off on one of the straps. I couldn't help but smile. If my tortured soul was fucking hot I would love to "torture" him with some of the toys in here…
I moved around the table, my fingers grazing over the top, over the thick chains and on to where there was a little black refrigerator. It would be hidden when the lights turned darker. I opened it, seeing that it was stocked with whip cream, chilled water, various fruits, and chocolate syrup. Someone had quite the naughty imagination. Naughtier than me actually, seeing how I was the police chief's daughter. That alone had scared most guys away. I had only had two boyfriends through high school and was not one to be promiscuous.
I heard the door creak and I turned to see who it was. My breath caught in my throat as I recognized 'him' instantly.
Beautiful, sexy, Edward fucking Cullen.
His thin frame was covered in a pale white, although I knew he was pale enough to not need make-up. Purple air brushed shadows detailed the muscles on his bare chest and abdomen. I heard him clear his throat and I realized I had been openly ogling him. I looked up guiltily at his face and saw a slight smirk. I bet he was used to woman treating him that way.
I swallowed, thankful it was dark and my blush couldn't be seen through the massive amount of make up on me.
"Sorry." I said as he laughed. I could see that his smile seemed a bit off with the airbrushed shadows covering his face. The perfectly painted mask making him look like a fallen angel or vampire. I bet Alice had fun airbrushing him... A prick of jealousy pinched me.
"Where do you want me?" He said, dismissing my apology. Instantly my throat constricted as I imagined him exactly where I wanted him. I wanted to see his disheveled hair between my legs as his hands wrapped around my thighs. I wanted him to tease me with his tongue and nibble on my clit. I heard his slight cough. Shit. He's going to think I have brain damage or something.
"For the scene? Where do you want me? Shackled to the wall?" He pointed to the side to the metal shackles that I had missed noticing, "Or on the table?"
Where did I want him? I wanted him everywhere, anywhere.
"You decide." I said. How could I decide where I wanted the man I had crushed on in high school? Even now I thought about him constantly. Edward starred in my fantasies even though we never managed to cross paths. But he was here now.
And he would be tied to the wooden table.
Edward moved swiftly toward the table and jumped on top of it, lying down and outstretching his arms and legs. He was wearing torn up blue jeans that sat deliciously low on his hips, strategically stained with dye.
My fingers fumbled on the leather straps and I tried to avoid touching him. I didn't want to make him uncomfortable being stuck trapped in here with me.
"It looks like you're stuck with me," I said with a laugh. "…Instead of Tanya Denali, or maybe even Jessica… sorry." I laughed nervously again as I watched his face turn hard, looking like marble. I felt catty for saying that, but seeing how he walked around on the top of the social stratosphere, I felt the need to apologize again.
"No. You are not Tanya or Jessica," he mused with thin lips.
I buckled his arms as I could hear faint 'scary' noises echoing around us. I looked at the clock. We had maybe ten minutes.
"Yeah, again… sorry." I bit my lip knowing the rebuff was coming. I knew my chances with him were minimal but if I only had this time, this job with him, I would make the best of it.
My head jerked up to meet his dark eyes. I was looking up the full length of him, from his feet to his face as I buckled his ankle. He gave me a sexy smile. The same sexy smile he gave to all the girls, I thought. But it was just me and him in here now and I had never been on the receiving end of it. I couldn't help but feel excited and pissed. Was I just another girl to him? Did it matter?
"You better not leave me like this." I was taken aback by his harsh voice and abrupt mood swing. He seemed to growl in warning, his face hard as I buckled the last strap, "I don't want to be left like this." I could sense some panic building within him. Maybe he had some trust issues or had been left like this before… but I didn't want to think of that.
I laid my hand on his leg to reassure him. "Of course I wouldn't. I'll let you up as soon as it's over, or whenever you want me to, okay?" I gave him a small smile and his chest fell as his body relaxed into the wood. He gave a curt nod.
"I am Edward Cullen." He said, his eyes now closed and breathing deeper, obviously calming himself.
"I know," I smiled. His head cocked up to look at me. It was the only thing he could lift… well, maybe not the only thing. I gave him a wink as I moved around the table. I could feel his eyes on me. I lifted the leather whip, smacking it into my other hand.
"Aren't you going to tell me who you are?"
"Nope." I let the "p" pop and I smiled wickedly. "I know who you are. You're the one to be tortured... and I know who I am. I am your guardian angel. So consider not knowing who I really am, your first affliction."
I didn't know where the new-found confidence came from. Maybe it stemmed from the view of Edward, now strapped down and at my bidding, but it felt exhilarating and I wanted more. I wanted to play.
"I should know who's torturing me," he said, his voice betraying a barely audible quiver.
"You should. Definitely. But you don't. That should keep things more interesting," I laughed. I was flirting. I ran my finger over the tight muscles under his chest and saw the small goose bumps they left behind. "Maybe if you figure it out, I'll reward you… or maybe I will punish you." I felt his groan more than heard it and the air was electric with the energy between us. In the distance there were now faint screams after the buzz of the chain saw. It would start soon. I'd best get started.
My fingers graced over his nipple as I lowered my mouth over him and sucked it in. I felt the table jerk. This would be fun. I could torture him vocally and physically, that is after all why he's here, right? He is supposed to be a tortured soul. "Besides, it's not my fault you don't recognize me. Tsk, tsk. Four years in high school and you don't even know me? Shame on you, Edward Cullen."
I moved away from him, the harsh click of my shoes scratching the hard floor beneath them. I heard, rather than saw the movement of his head as the lights dimmed and the music grew louder. His eyes watched my every move as I opened the refrigerator. I laughed to myself. He was so untrusting. Tanya must have done a number on him.
I stayed bent over, letting him see my curves as I twisted to look back at him. He was definitely checking me out. His look was as if he was memorizing every aspect of me, or perhaps trying to remember. "I'll choose first, then you, and then me, okay?" He nodded and I turned back again. I pulled out the chocolate syrup. It looked like blood in the dark room, and it wouldn't take too much convincing if anyone happened to walk in.
I showed him what I chose and watched as his eyebrows stitched together. "Did you think I was going to whip you?" I smirked as I watched him nod. "Well, I still might. You have been very bad, Edward. There are some nasty rumors about you! Rumors I had to hear. Things I had to see….So I am going to torture you just as you have tortured me for the past four years that I had a crush on you."
I didn't know why I was telling him all this. I knew I would regret it later as this whole thing would probably backfire on me.
"You had a crush… on me?"
I squeezed out a long line of syrup over his chest as his eyes shut and he held his breath. "Is it cold?" I chose to ignore his comment. I had already answered him, no reason to be redundant.
"Fuck yes!" he said as he wiggled. I couldn't help but turn to look at his crotch. It would gauge if my teasing was pleasing him or not.
"Mmm. Good. That means I can warm you up." I gave him a smile as I winked. His eyes widened and it was as if it was that moment he realized I was going to tease him sexually. Maybe he was slow, maybe it was the angel costume. Even though I was only supposed to be watching over him, I couldn't help it. I might never again have an opportunity like this, and I definitely wouldn't have the confidence to act on it.
"Can I play?" I asked softly, my dark brown eyes looking through long feathery lashes. I wanted his permission. I didn't want him to not be a willing participant since I had already sucked his nipple without asking permission. Everything else he had to be game for.
He nodded as his eyes drifted over my body. I moved over toward his head and place a small kiss onto the side of his mouth in gratitude.
As I stood over him, the screams seemed to be getting closer. Any moment there would be people coming in our room. That would continue in 3 minute intervals for the next hour, at least, until we had our break.
"Good." I leaned over him to whisper in his ear, "Edward, I am going to torture you with the devices that are around the room. If I do something that you are uncomfortable with just tell me and I will stop. Since this is a scene and not meant to frighten people, I think it's best to practice making you look tortured." I stood up, and gave him a small smile and nod before I lowered my mouth and licked at the chocolate syrup pooling in his chest. I let out a moan as my eyes drifted over to his groin. He was already thick and I could have sworn it moved as soon as my eyes drifted over it.
Just then the door opened and I got into my pose as a praying angel watching over my tortured soul.
This was my own personal Hell. Every aspect of it seemed to be ripped from the book on how to torment my soul. I knew I would love every moment of it.
I was shackled to a hard wooden table for the next few hours with a 'guardian angel' stranger hell bent on torturing me sexually. I didn't recall that being part of the job description that I had signed up for.
And fuck, she was beautiful, too. Her dark hair hung over her shoulders in thick waves, unlike Tanya's strawberry colored over-processed hair. She was petite, another contrast to Tanya, and she was sweet, such a difference from Tanya's unforgiving personality. She said she knew me, that we went to high school together, and that she had been crushing on me for the four years of high school. I was beside myself. If she had this crush, I was never made aware of it. She had never been around me or even shown the usual signs of interest other girls were adamant on giving me. My guardian angel even refused to tell me her name, and then fuck me…She poured chocolate syrup all over my chest.
I watched as she lowered her face and her soft pink tongue came out and lapped up a lick of syrup. I heard her moan slightly as her eyes flicked open and her head turned toward my dick. My dick jumped at the attention and I felt instantly mortified to be in this position. She was right; she was going to torture me.
The door swung open and I heard the gasps of the three girls that had shuffled into the room. My guardian angel was standing over me, looking angelic as she prayed. I could see her mouth moving, her words barely audible.
"Please forgive me for the sins I am about to commit."
"I just pray he enjoys it."
The girls shuffled out of the door and before it swung shut, I felt the warmth of her tongue dance over me. Little licks and moans filled the room as I squeezed my eyes shut. This girl would be the death of me and there were hours before I could be let loose. She better fucking let me go loose too. And she better not have a fucking camera.
I heard the door swing open. I didn't bother to even look at the people looking at us. I knew she would be praying and I felt as if I needed to hang on to her every word.
"Thank you, for giving me this man for this night. I realize I am going to sin, but I will enjoy every minute of it." The door closed and I felt the sting of something. It snapped. My hips bucked and my shoulders tensed in reaction. The pain dissipated into an unexpected euphoria. My blood was pumping as I gasped. I opened my eyes only to be met with deep dark orbs watching me.
"I wanted to make sure you were awake." She gave me a slight smirk as I growled.
The whip hit my skin again and I grunted. Her hands folded together, and her head bent down as I watched her.
"I am thankful for the-" The door swung open and two skittish kids ran through the room, "…whip you have given me. I promise to use it to the best of my ability."
Shit. Shit. Shit.
"You don't need to use the whip, sweet angel."
Her eyebrows furrowed. "No?"
I shook my head smirking. "Besides, it's my turn to choose." I wanted to turn the tables on her. I wanted to taste the syrup on her tongue.
Her eyes widened, "That's right!" She gave me a huge smile. She was so beautiful.
"I want your mouth on mine," I said, "with tongue until I turn my head away."
I watched as she bit at her lip. My cock responded to the sight. It seemed as if I knew that particular gesture from somewhere.
"Edward," she warned just as she clapped her hands together and there was shuffling. My eyes never left her, and I silently cursed everybody who had already, or who would enter the room over the course of the evening.
"I pray that I taste yummy and that I don't suffocate Edward as I fear I may not be able to control myself."
I laughed at her murmuring and her eyes watched my face. The people were gone and she moved slowly over my mouth, her lips grazing mine as she slowly kissed my lips. I let her movement over mine grow before I kissed her back, I touched my tongue to her lip and she opened her mouth for me. I could taste the chocolate within her own taste and I moaned, uncaring to the door opening and closing, uncaring to the gasps of the people shifting by, uncaring to her wanting to pull away from obvious embarrassment, but she had done as she was asked. I had not turned my head and I had no intention of doing it.
I felt warm hands on my cheek as the kiss deepened. I heard her moans and I was sure that she had heard mine. After a few minutes and many people moving by, I felt her move more over the table, probably trying to get more comfortable. I felt my body reacting to her as she moved her fingers into my hair. Without breaking the kiss, I heard her moan my name and I tried to move but I was shackled and I heard her giggle before her tongue thrust deeper into my mouth.
I wanted to fuck this girl. I would have her too. Right on this fucking table.
"I want you," I moaned into her mouth careful not to break the kiss. I thrust my tongue in and out of her mouth, sucking on her tongue as she moaned. I felt one of her hands move down my neck and over my sticky chest and down my torso. So, this was a game of chicken? Who would break first? She had the advantage and wanted me to react to her movements, but I would win this game.
"Tell me you want me."
I felt her whimper as her hand slid into my pants right before the door opened. I twisted toward the door, and instantly regretted it. Her hand was already removed from my pants and she was in prayer form again, hovering over my tortured body. The people shuffled through without notice.
I watched her as she smirked. I felt instantly pissed off, fucking hard as a rock and she stood over me in total control.
"Tell me. Right now." I growled. I needed to know she was feeling the same way.
"My turn." She said softly. The door opened and I twisted, giving the people a sinister glare at them before they ran through the room. Apparently, I am frightening.
I jerked my head back to her. "Tell me first."
I watched her face, but I couldn't read her expression. I growled my frustration.
"You're not listening," She chided ignoring my growl. More people shuffled by, hearing my frustration and taking it as part of the act.
She moved away from me and I shivered at the loss. It was as if she was my only source of heat and I had become reliant on her.
"You are used to people telling you they want you."
Her words were an obvious statement but I answered anyway. "Yes."
I couldn't see her from where she was standing now. My head was cocked up painfully and still I couldn't find her. I didn't think she left. I could still feel her in the room.
"Close your eyes." Her disembodied voice called out. I laid my head back, closing my eyes. It was, after all, her turn.
"You didn't answer." I was so pissed off, my body shook. Then I felt movement by my feet. My shoes were being removed, followed by my socks. The cool air felt good on them. I felt the table give and squeak as she had joined me up on the table. I longed to open my eyes to see how she was propped up before me, but I refused to lose this round. She was so pleased she won the last, and it was over too soon when she caused me to turn my head. But was I really willing to allow her to give me a hand job in front of strangers?
I think we both knew the answer.
I felt a warm cloth wiping over my chest. She was cleaning me. "That feels good, sweet angel." I said as I relaxed some and people moved in and out of the room. I guess they would see this as tending to my wounds.
It was such a turn on having the risk of the people coming in. My body was painfully hard with the anticipation laced with fear and ecstasy.
My mind went back to the time where I saw a girl sitting on the picnic table; her head was in a book and the sun shining on her long brown hair, the light casting a halo over her hair. She was beautiful and I couldn't help but watch as she bit at her lip. But the memory was tainted. Tanya ripped me away and I was being pulled off into the other direction while she reprimanded me for even looking at another girl.
I wondered if my guardian angel was that same girl from school.
What was her name?
"You were very good getting your bath, Edward," my angel said and I sighed with a smile, not opening my eyes. "Do you think you deserve a reward?"
My whole body jerked up in attention. My eyes were sealed shut. "Yes." I bit out. "Please."
"I do too." She breathed. She lowered herself down and I felt her press herself down over my lap. I knew she could feel my erection but she hadn't said anything or shown disgust.
"We have a 15 minute break Edward, and seeing how we might only have tonight, and we might get fired for our behavior, I think we should make the most of it. Don't you agree?"
I nodded my head. My words were caught in my throat. It was true, we would probably be fired and we should make the best of it. She was a wise angel.
I felt hot breath over my dick and I bucked my hips forward, uncontrollably. I heard her soft laugh before her hot breath was on me again. The heat seemed to wrap around my cock, feeling almost wet. My eyes rolled back behind my dutifully closed lids. Such sweet torture.
The sound of my zipper being pulled down made me almost open my eyes. I bet she would be watching too, waiting for it.
"Please…" I gasped, moving my hips up as I felt the tug of them being pulled down.
"Please what, Edward?"
I felt her hot breath on me, my underwear the only barrier between that sweet mouth and my dick. I jerked up, trying to push it into her mouth as I heard her laugh and fingers dipping into my boxer-briefs in search of me.
"Please, sweet angel."
It was all I could say. Please suck my dick… Please put your soft lips on my dick and kiss it... Please taste me with your hot tongue? "Please let me watch."
I heard her giggle; it was the sexiest thing I had ever heard. I felt her fingers gliding over the base of my dick and firmly pulling upward. My hips bucked with the movements as I pulled against my restraints.
"You better be fucking happy I am contained because if I wasn't… I would be fucking your sweet, hot mouth." I growled at her. She deserved it, teasing me the way she has been all night.
"I like teasing you, Edward," she said, and I felt her breath over my dick as I moved my hips to try to get her to take me in. I felt her tongue lap at the tip and moan. My body was aching as I pulled against the restraints. "So just relax and enjoy this experience." I felt her mouth open as she took me deep inside her until I felt the back of her throat. I was careful not to move. Feeling her doing this was like it was the first and only time. It was heavenly.
I let the air I had trapped in my chest escape as I laid back. She moved over me, taking me in deep and then pulling me out. She lapped at my tip before kissing the sides. I couldn't guess what she was going to do, I just enjoyed it.
My mind wandered back to the girl reading the book. I imagined that she was her. The similarities were too close to say otherwise. I remembered asking Jasper about her at least once. He had said her name and I could remember taking that name home and jerking off to her that night.
I felt her sucking on me, my insides pulling forward as my hips lifted, I was so close. I wanted that release. I wanted that euphoria and I wanted her to give it to me. Then I felt her teeth scrape down and I let out a loud groan. It was her. It had to be her. I remember the light breeze pulling on her hair right before I smelled the sweet fruity shampoo and flowery soap she used. It was the same smell as my angel.
"You were sitting and reading a book on the table the first time I saw you." I gasped out. I felt her pause and I could feel her eyes on me. I didn't know if this would end our tryst or prolong it.
What if I was wrong?
What if it wasn't her?
Was she only doing this since I didn't know who she was, or did she really want me?
I felt her start to move her mouth over me again. She had made her choice, choosing to continue. So I continued, "The sun was out that day and you must have wanted to sit in it. I remember the way the sun caused your hair to glow as if you had a halo, sweet angel. So beautiful." I felt my dick hit the back of her throat. She had added fingers and was pulling and sucking as her head turned side to side. She was trying to get me to come. I gasped, "I asked about you… oh, hell, I am so close! I asked about you, and what your name was."
She moaned and I felt it recoil throughout my body. "I know your name-" I told her as my body jolted forward. I felt myself being sucked deep as she stilled, my hips surged back and forth hitting her throat with the sensitive head. "Fuck! Fuck! Oh fuck, Bella!" I came forcefully in her mouth, feeling her gag as she swallowed me down. My body fell flush with the table, and I gasped for air as I felt her tongue lap over me. I opened my eyes slightly, but she wasn't looking at my face. She looked so beautiful with her mouth around me.
"I'm sorry," I said gasping in air as I felt my heart beat thrashing in my head and in my chest. I couldn't remember the last time I had come so hard.
She moved from on top of me and I felt instantly cold. She bent down and placed a dark blanket over my erection without replacing my underwear or pants. I opened my eyes more.
"So you remember me, huh?" she said. Her eyebrow was cocked to the side.
"So beautiful." I gasped out again. She needed to know. "I wanted to talk to you...I asked Jasper. He said you had a boyfriend."
I saw her face fall slightly before she recovered. Her eyes lit up in fury, I was hopeful it wasn't directed towards me. If I could guess, it was most likely at Jasper.
"How long before…?" I asked trying to change the topic, to diffuse her temper.
"Any minute," she smirked, her eyes dancing over my body and down my torso. "I like that you're bare under that blanket for me... But don't worry, Edward. This time they won't see your erection." She palmed me possessively, rubbing me over the blanket as if to prove her point.
"You're an evil angel, Bella."
Her eyes widened, and then narrowed. "I am just getting started, Edward."
I could marry this girl.
I am going to put tobacco sauce in his lube.
He'd probably like it, though.
I palmed Edward after my warning but he smiled like the Cheshire Cat. I was surprised that he allowed me to do all the things that I've done to him so far. He actually seemed to enjoy it.
"So Edward," I said in my most seductive voice. "How do you like being tied up?"
"I am a little stiff." He said with his crooked smile.
"I thought I took care of that problem."
"It's a reoccurring problem."
"Hmm." I heard the giggling outside the door. Two girls and a guy walked in and passed without paying us any mind. I turned to look at Edwards face. He was staring at me with a crazy look I had never seen before. "What should we do about that?"
I swallowed as his eyes moved over my body. I felt very self-conscious under his scrutiny, but I tried to hide it, giving him an expectant look.
"I can think of a few things." He growled. He had obviously found his breath again, but there was no way he could be ready already. Plus there was another hour before our break.
"Well, so can I."
"But it is my turn, Bella."
The way he said my name did funny things to my body. Funny, but not surprising. The energy was bouncing off the walls and I felt arousal pooling.
"Let my arm loose, Bella." He voice was so demanding that it scared me a bit. I moved to the leather strap and unbuckled it slowly.
"What are you going to do?"
"You are my guardian angel. I'll do as I fucking please."
I felt my knees buckle as I watched his eyes darken.
"Come here." I moved forward as his freed hand grabbed my gauzy dress and his long fingers flicked underneath my dress. I felt his fingers touching my thighs as they moved slowly upward.
"Edward," a small gasp escaped as my hands clapped together and the door opened to people.
His fingers pulled at my underwear several times before they moved down my hips and pooled at my feet. I felt his warm finger lightly touch the crease in between my folds but he couldn't get full access at his angle.
I felt him clutch the fabric and pull me forward until I stood at the corner of the table. He bent his arm and I instantly felt his fingers enter me.
"I love how you say my name, Bella. But shh….I want your hands up and out of my way. Pray, sweet angel, and don't move."
I gave him a nod.
"Keep your eyes on me."
I felt him touching me, his eyes feral and dark as my torso moved forward. Was I supposed to just stand here as he fingered me? I had already been standing for over an hour!
"I don't know if I will be able to stand."
"That's the idea."
I moaned as his finger pumped deep inside me. I felt his thumb rolling my clit as he struggled against his other straps. I was glad he was tied up, the idea of him loose made me nervous.
"I will be free, Bella." He said as if he could read my mind, "When I am I am going to fuck you so hard. I am going to taste that sweet pussy and feel your hands in my hair. Then I will stop. I will fuck your mouth as your lips surround me. That time you will let me fucking watch it."
I moaned loudly, my hands pressing hard together as countless people moved passed us.
"Edward-" I gasped, feeling him coaxing my g-spot as I buckled forward. My body was over his. His breath hot on my shoulder and neck as my body jerked. I felt the warmth trickle down my leg and the tiny prickling of all of my nerves on fire.
"Shit! Shit!" I stilled my movements, needing more as he thrashed his fingers. It was amazing. I felt my body go limp, taking in his masculine smell in thick pulls of air.
"Sweet angel, that was beautiful. I love how you respond to me."
I nodded. It was all I could do.
"I need up."
I reluctantly moved from on top of him and looked him in the eyes with question.
"I need up. I've lain here too long."
I nodded. He had been there on the wooden table longer than one would expect.
"I'll let the buckles loose." I whispered, fearful that our time was up together and I still buzzing from my orgasm.
"The room will be fine, empty" I said, not looking at him. I pulled off the buckle and moved to his ankles, releasing one as he sat up. I could feel his eyes on me, burning really, but I couldn't bear to look at his face. Things were so much more different with him tied up. Now with him free, I was at a loss and reverting back into typical, invisible Bella mode.
Something had changed instantly with my words. I could feel her tension as she let me loose. Her hair was draped over the side of her face as if she needed hide from me. I didn't fucking like it. I pulled up my pants, buttoning them, and leaned forward to pick up her panties. I put them in my pocket, feeling territorial.
"Bella. Let's go get something to eat." I tried to get a reaction. I wanted to be alone with her. I wanted to get to know her better, but she just lifted her shoulders and nodded impassively.
"You don't have to," I said as she finally looked up, shocked. "But I'd like you to." I gave her a smile, careful not to smirk.
I saw her smile as I lifted my arms to her. I sat on the table as she moved forward. People walked through the room, sighing at us as they passed.
"Edward. We need to stay here… to work."
Bella's eyes moved over my face as she bit her lip. She was trying to save me. From what? I jumped off the table toward her as she stumbled back, falling backward onto a few boxes that were props. I caught her easily, smiling. She was clumsy and shy, sweet and beautiful. She had a temper, too. Then I remembered her over me while I lay on the table; that was yet another side of her. A side I wanted to see more of.
I pulled her to me, touching her hair with my fingers and my lips to her cheek. I placed a small kiss, before whispering in her ear, "I will let you tie me up again, Bella. But I am hungry." I pushed myself into her as she moved up my body with a gasp. I knew she could feel how hard I was.
"Are you hungry, Bella?" I moved my chin over the side of her face, feeling the soft pants of breath on my skin.
"Yes," she breathed.
"Do you want me?" I asked again. I wanted to hear her fucking say it.
"Always, Edward." Her fingertips lightly touched my face.
I moaned at her words, closing my eyes so I could feel them seeping into my soul. I would give anything to hear those words again.
I felt her lips tentatively touch mine. But I just stayed still. She needed to find her confidence with me again. I felt her push her lips against me again and I moved my lips slightly. I clutched her hair in my hands so she couldn't move.
"Kiss me" she said, and that was all it took to break my resolve. I pushed my tongue between her lips and twisted her tongue with mine. I heard her moans as we explored each other. But I needed more. I needed dominance. I needed to claim her.
I reluctantly broke away from her kiss, smiling as she whimpered.
"I want you. Right now." I gave her a glare that dare her refuse. "I need you."
With her nod, I moved to the door, locking it and then the next. The people could go around, find another exit, I didn't care...
What is happening?
Was I seriously going home with Edward Cullen?
Was I seriously going to be able to fuck my crush and leave? Or watch him leave?
What was this? A one night stand?
I know he had all this pent-up sexual rage since I had been messing with him, but what if this made things weird?
'I want you' 'right now' 'I need you' he said those things and I just nodded! His voice was raspy with the promises of sex in my ears. I watched him locking the doors and after he was done, he just seemed to turn on me. I felt as I was a lamb to his lion, something to be consumed and as his eyes roamed my body, and I really wanted to be consumed.
So this is real. This is really happening.
I could recover from just a fuck, right? I could use this material for years of self-eroticism.
But I just told him always. I wanted him always. I did, it was truthful but did it give him power over me? He stalked towards me and I watched his muscles rippling and my legs suddenly felt the weight of standing so long, I moved and lifted myself onto the wooden table and then he grabbed me.
"Edward?" I watched his eyes on me. I saw his hand grabbing mine and pulling me down. I lay over the wood, as he gracefully moved over my body.
The electricity between us was sizzling as his warm mouth found mine. He fumbled with the hem of my dress. My hands pulled on his pants as he pulled the gauzy cloth up and stared at me. I felt my blush, but he didn't seem to notice. Then I felt him move me until the edge of table and saw him kneel down on the ground. He had my legs lying open over the side of the table.
"Edward," I said again, trying to get his attention as he looked at me, intimately.
I swallowed. "It's impolite to stare." I smirked at him, my nerves thrashing under my skin. I watched his fingers dance over my thigh until he touched me. I gave a slight hiss, as he began to massage my clit with little circles.
Faster than I thought possible, his mouth was on mine and I felt the wet strength of his tongue teasing my lip. I opened for him as I felt his finger barely move inside me. It was as if he was mimicking our kiss. I moaned as I felt his tongue move in deep as his fingers pushed in deep. "Edward!" I gasped as he fidgeted. I could guess he was pulling down his pants. I felt him pumping and curling his fingers, but it was agitating, I didn't want that. I wanted him.
"I need you, Edward" I said as I pulled away from him. I felt him move back, his eyes carefully watching mine. I gave him a nod as he smiled. The beautiful cock that fit perfectly in my mouth was finally going to be where I needed it most.
I felt him at my core as he slowly pushed inside me. It felt right. It felt as if he was always supposed to be there. I pulled his shoulders forward and rotated my hips up so he could push in all the way. I felt his gasp against my overheated skin as I pushed back into the wood. I pulled him with me and pushed him away.
"Impatient?" He laughed as he began to push in and out of me, teasing me.
My eyes squinted closed in response to the sweet hot pressure building inside of me. I tasted his mouth on mine as he grunted with each hard thrust. His fingers dug into my hair and I felt the pull, urging me on, not that I needed the encouragement. I put my fingers in his hair and mirrored his movements. He moaned when my body clenched around him with every push and pull.
Edward pulled away from my mouth, his breathing too ragged to kiss. His eyes were closed as I saw a thick vein popping out over his forehead. I felt the pinch on my nipple, clutching as he sucked in the skin on my neck. I could barely keep up with his ministrations, he moved so swiftly.
"I've wanted to do this since that day you were sitting in the sun, Bella." He pumped into me with abandon as I felt my eyes tearing. "So fucking beautiful. So tight. So wet."
He was too much, his words, his touch, his fucking. I clenched myself to him, gasping his name as I came. I heard our skin slapping together and my body submitted to his. I needed this. I needed him.
I felt him growing, his dick throbbing inside me as he came. I pulled at his nipples, causing several more pumps and a guttural growl. His eyes were wild watching me. It was intense and I clenched my stomach muscles as he jerked inside me again.
"You are mine." His eyes threatened me to refuse, but I couldn't.
I nodded. "Yes."
I saw his smile as he lay down; his arms pulled me flush to his chest. His panting breaths tickling the top of my head.
"Hmm?" His arms wrapped even tighter than I thought was possible.
I pulled away from him to get yet another glare from him.
"Next time, I'm on top and you're going back into in those leather straps. I am going to fuck you the way I want to fuck you."
"Ok." His arms recoiled tighter around me again. "Gimme a few minutes to recover and you can ride me... all night. But unlock the doors first."
I smiled at my exhibitionist, holding him close.
A/N: Some of the other reviewers are asking for more.. what do you think?
I have the next chapters for A soft place to fall. But the Mystic the model and the meek I am torn.. Should their be just a full on lust fuck between Edward and Bella or should they date? Let me know what you want.. cause I've done both and the dating seems slow moving and angsty where the other is you know.. not. :}