Summary: Edward cheated. Was it worth it?
Word Count: 498
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, or anything of value, really. It's quite sad.
"Was it worth it?" a voice asked from the darkness.
"Bella? Shit, baby. You can't scare me like that." He had thought that his wife would still be out. He wasn't ready to face her.
"Answer the question! Was. It. Worth. It?"
"I really don't know wha-"
"Don't play dumb with me, Edward. I know all about your transgression. Alice saw your plan this morning. I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt, but Jasper tells me you're feeling guilty about something. Guilty…and satisfied."
"What do you want me to say, Bella? That I cheated? That I enjoyed it? That our limits are downright prudish and could never fulfill my needs?"
"Did you, Edward? Did you enjoy it?" In a flash, she stood before him. She was wearing the same lingerie set she had broken him with on their honeymoon. It reminded him of how innocent their love had once been, and his guilt doubled. "Tell me, how good it was, Edward," she breathed. "Tell me what she felt like."
"I don't," he gulped. "I don't remember."
"Really?" she hummed. "You don't remember what it was like to have her writhing beneath you? The gasps… The moans… Did you forget all that?"
"Was she warm, Edward? Did she blush? Did she beg?" Bella reached down and grasped his hardening cock through the denim. "This guy remembers, maybe I should ask him?"
Without warning, she ripped off his pants, leaving him naked from the waist down. When she leaned forward to take him in her mouth, he almost ran. Almost.
"Tell me about her, Edward," she commanded between mouthfuls. "Tell me what she tasted like."
"She was sweet," he groaned out. "Sooo…ugh…sweet. Nothing like you were though, baby. No one… oh god… no one…never…like…you. Oh, baby please. I'm so close."
"Promise me," she demanded, stroking him slowly. "Promise me you won't do it without me again."
"What? You can't… Human blood, it's too much. The cravings… Shit!"
She stopped his argument with her throat. The deepest, tightest parts of her throat. "Promise me!" she commanded one last time.
"Anything. I promise. We'll do two! Just… please! Oh… Thankyouthankyouthankyou… Fuck!" He grunted like an animal as he was finally granted release – his beautiful, twisted wife milking all the time.
"That was so hot," she purred once he was spent. "Calling me 'baby' was a nice touch."
"Thanks, love, but I just wanted to separate myself from the monster. I still can't believe this does it for you."
"You wouldn't like it if I played the monster? Picture me seducing some poor criminal. I bring him to a quiet corner only you can see, and I pounce. I drink, and it's so good. So… mmm… satisfying."
"Oh… Alright, love. Next time, you wear the contacts."