Disclaimer: All things "Twilight" belong to Stephanie Meyer. The remainder of the perversion is all mine. :)
Content Warning: Sex. Lots and lots of sex. But more specifically, in case any of these squick you out: partial facial, light anal play, light rimming, some bondage. And that's it. I don't want to give everything away up front!
Beautiful, chapter 4
I had been awake for a while, not moving, just laying in the dark, watching my beautiful Isabella sleep.
I didn't know what time it was, and I didn't really care. When it was like this, when everything was perfect, the world simply stopped revolving. Time started and ended in this very room, and, until I was ready to change anything, it would remain exactly like this.
I glanced out the window at the nighttime sky. The curtains were open, and I could see the lights of the city, casting a soft glow into the room. Just enough light to see the woman lying next to me.
She was on her side, facing away from me, and I turned onto my side behind her, matching her position and inching closer, but not yet touching.
She was utter perfection. The most beautiful, delicious, intoxicating creature in the entire world, only inches away from me, sleeping off the pleasure I had just given her. The bed sheet was barely covering her, twisted around her legs, just a hint of an exposed hip. Her face was relaxed in sleep, her lips barely parted, her breathing soft and deep.
I had only known her for a few days, a little over a week actually, but I already knew that I would never want, or need, anyone but her. The night I met her, I had only been without a submissive for a few weeks - I wasn't even looking yet - and this woman had simply fallen into my life. She filled a void that I didn't even realize was there, and I couldn't imagine my life without her. My every waking moment was filled with her, remembering our short, shared past... planning our endless future.
And she was mine, mine for the taking. Whenever and wherever and whatever I wanted.
And I wanted now. I needed to touch her.
I ran my fingertips lightly down her arm, from her shoulder to her wrist, reveling in the soft silkiness of her bare skin. She was so warm, but she shivered slightly at my touch, sighing softly in the dark. I loved that her body reacted to me, even in her sleep.
Her breasts were completely uncovered, and I brushed the edge of my thumb lightly around her nipple, watching as it instantly puckered and hardened beneath my touch. I gently lifted her hair away from her face, exposing her beautiful, long neck to me, and I brushed my lips against the skin just beneath her jaw.
"Isabella," I whispered in her ear, sliding my hand from her breast down her body, settling on the soft, bare skin between her legs. She was still sleeping soundly, and I needed her awake for what I wanted to do to her, but, for the moment, I was enjoying playing with her sleeping body. I slipped a finger inside her, and I was pleasantly surprised to find her wet and ready for me. My dick was hard and aching, twitching against her naked backside.
I circled her clit with my wet finger, slowly, softly, and whispered in her ear again. I wanted her to wake to my voice and my touch, for her body to know me and want me as much as I wanted her.
She took in a deep breath, sighing as she exhaled, and pushed her hips slightly against my hand, just enough for me to notice.
"Isabella," I said softly, my lips and my tongue on her ear, her neck. Now that I'd had a taste of her, I couldn't seem to control myself. "Isabella, it's time to wake up, sweet girl."
"Mmm," she groaned softly and stretched her body against mine, leaning her head back, tucking it just under my neck. The temptation to kiss her was overwhelming. So I did.
She was still asleep, although starting to stir, so I very gently pressed my lips to hers, over and over, just enough to feel how warm and soft she was. I slid my hand between her knees and lifted up her top leg, bending it at a comfortable angle.
"Isabella," I said a little louder, "I need you to wake up. I'm going to fuck you now, and I want you to know what I'm doing." I kissed her a little harder, my tongue sweeping across her plump bottom lip, then inside her mouth. She opened her mouth to mine, giving me me her tongue, and I knew that she was finally awake. She reached back and buried her hand in my hair, pulling my head to her, and she started to turn her body towards mine.
"No, No, Isabella," I said, smiling, turning her back on her side. "I want you like this, on your side." I waited a beat or two, knowing that she wouldn't question me, but wanting her to be curious. "I'm going to fuck you, my lovely, just like this," I said, and as I pulled her knee up and back, I pushed my cock slowly inside her.
"Oh, God," she whispered in the dark as I filled her, "yes... oh, please."
"Does that feel good, baby?" I pulled out slowly, and pushed back in, establishing a maddeningly slow pace. I wanted to feel her, and I wanted her to feel me.
"Yes... yes, Sir. So good," she moaned. "So, so good." She pushed back against me, trying to encourage me to go faster, but I knew what I wanted, and she would not deter me.
"Isabella, stop trying to control me," I admonished with a soft chuckle. She sighed heavily in obvious frustration. I knew exactly how she felt. I wanted to just fuck her, hard and fast, give us both what we needed, but I wanted something very specific.
"Close your eyes... and just feel me." I pressed my hand against her stomach, holding her tightly against my body. "Feel how hard I am for you." I circled my hips, sliding in and out of her, listening to her soft breathing turn. "Feel how wet you are for me. Fuck, you feel so good." I kissed her neck again, biting her gently, and she moaned, trying to flex against me again, but I pressed tighter on her stomach, reminding her. "Keep still, Isabella."
Her eyes were tightly shut, and her brow was furrowed in concentration.
I kept the same pace, no faster, no slower... no harder, no softer. Just slowly, sliding in and out of her.
Several minutes went by, her breathing gradually becoming fast and shallow, and she started to clench, tightening herself around my cock. She was close. I needed to come so badly, but first, I needed her to come. There were times, not often, that I would search out my own release, independent of her needs, but this was not one of them. I knew I could make her come very quickly, with a few simple touches, but I wanted her to get there slowly, concentrating on the sensations of only one area of her body, on the pleasure that I alone could give her.
"Oh please... please let me come... please," she whispered, begging. Fuck, if she only knew what that did to me, the sounds of her desperation. My control was slipping, and quickly.
"It's important, Isabella," I said through clenched teeth, "that you completely understand." I continued to fuck her as I explained the facts of our relationship to her. "That you belong... to me." My body was starting to shake with the effort required to hold back. "That I control your every pleasure." The urge to fuck, hard, was overwhelming. "That you only come when I want you to come."
"And I want you to come now," I growled in her ear, and I moved my hand back between her legs, pressing hard on her swollen clit.
She screamed, in the dark, as she came hard around me, almost instantly. I was amazed by her, she had so little training, so little experience, but she was able to follow my directions almost perfectly. I wasn't sure what that meant, and didn't want to think about it at the moment. Instead, I decided to ride out her delicious orgasm, the sounds she was making, the way she was holding me tightly, squeezing me with her body.
As she finally quieted, her body still, but panting, I took what was mine. I grabbed both of her hips tightly in my hands and fucked her as I had wanted to - hard... and fast. And only seconds later, my cock buried deep inside her, I exploded, following her into bliss.
When I was finally able to breathe again, I pulled her against me, tightly, my cock still deep within her. I didn't want to leave her body just yet. She felt so good, so warm, and being inside her, she felt like she was a part of me. It just felt right, like where I was supposed to be.
I stroked her hair, and kissed her neck softly.
"Beautiful," I whispered in her ear. "Go back to sleep my lovely. You'll need it for tomorrow." She turned suddenly and looked at me, a curious expression on her face, and I simply smiled at her, gave her a quick wink. She would know, in time.
I woke up only a few hours later, sunlight streaming through the windows, and after a quick glance at the bedside clock, knew that if I didn't get up then, I would want another round with my beautiful girl, and then I would be terribly late for work.
I hopped out of bed and walked to the bathroom, and right before I closed the door, I turned back and looked at her, sleeping in my bed. Well, her bed now.
She took my breath away. Her dark brown hair was fanned across the cream colored linens, her long legs stretched out, entangled in the sheets. Her flawless, perfect skin. I sighed, admiring her beauty, then smiled at my incredible luck at having found her.
"Goddamn it, Jessica! I told you I needed those reports by noon! Get them now!" I slammed the phone down and stared at my desk, trying to calm myself. "Fuck!"
My tolerance level for incompetence was, on a regular day, very low. I do not suffer fools gladly. However, on this particular day, I was especially short-tempered, wanting only to be naked with Isabella, exploring her body and her limits, not stuck in this office alone.
Everything about this room now reminded me of her. The conference table that she laid across for me, those white lace panties. The sound of my hand as it struck her skin. The carpet near my chair, where she kneeled when I gave her my ring, when she took my cock in her mouth for the first time. Jesus.
I found myself lost in thought, wondering what she was doing. Wondering if she was thinking about me at all. About what we had done. And there was so much more I wanted to do to her. With her.
And she was downstairs, right at that moment, just waiting for me. Waiting for me.
Fucking hell. Why didn't I think of that before? She was mine. I could have her anytime I wanted, anywhere. I didn't have to wait. I could have her, now.
I grabbed my phone and sent her a quick text message, knowing exactly what I wanted.
My office, 15 minutes. Lingerie and heels.
As soon as I hit Send, my cock started to get hard, just thinking about her in some tiny scrap of lace, those long legs in high-heeled shoes. The apartment was well-stocked with clothing, bought specifically for her, and I couldn't help wondering what she would choose. I knew she couldn't ride the elevator and walk into my office wearing only undergarments, so I was curious as to what she would do.
Fifteen minutes later, my desk phone buzzed.
"Mr. Cullen, Miss Swan is here to see you." Jessica, my secretary, sounding bored, as usual.
"Send her in, Jessica," I replied tersely. I was so fucking aroused, needing to touch her so badly, to see her, but I had to maintain control. She needed me to be in control. I walked around to the front of my desk, leaning back against it, my arms crossed, waiting.
The door swung open, slowly, and she walked in. Holy shit. She was so fucking hot. And mine. Her hair was down, long, and wild. Her lips were plump and red, glossy with lipstick. And she was wearing a long, khaki trench coat, tightly belted at the waist. Just under the hem, I could see stockings, and high, black pumps.
I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice.
"Lock the door," I said roughly, "and come here."
She met my gaze for a second or two, the tiniest smile on her lips, obviously pleased with my reaction. She reached behind her, flipped the lock on the door, and started to walk over to me.
"Slowly, Isabella," I ordered.
I wanted to take my time with her, but I didn't think I could, that I was able to. I needed her too badly at the moment, and I had absolutely no patience left. Besides, we had plenty of time later, at my home. I had plans.
I grabbed her belt, pulling her towards me, and she gasped softly. I pulled at the belt, slowly untying it.
"I like unwrapping you," I whispered in her ear, running my nose down the side of her neck. "It's like Christmas," I grinned. "But much... much... hotter."
Her coat fell open and revealed just a hint of black lace and skin. Black. Very nice. I leaned back against my desk.
"Take it off," I ordered. She looked at me curiously, not understanding exactly what I was asking. "The coat. Off."
She tilted her shoulders back and let the coat fall to the floor, and I couldn't breathe for a moment. She was so fucking beautiful, so perfectly submissive, and all mine. Black lace teddy, matching thong, and garter belt, stockings, and heels.
"Very nice, Isabella," I said with a grin. "Beautiful choice."
I walked around to the back of my desk and sat in my wide leather chair.
"Come here," I said roughly, pointing to the floor in front of my chair.
She walked slowly around the desk, a little unsure of herself, but still sexy as hell, until she was standing in front of me.
"Now, turn around."
She turned, looking at me over her shoulder, until her back was facing me.
I slid a fingertip just inside the top of one stocking, stroking the soft, bare skin underneath. She sucked in a quick breath at the feeling of my hands on her.
"Mmm," I groaned. "So soft. So warm. Who do you belong to, Isabella?"
She seemed surprised by my question, and it took her a moment or two to answer.
"You, Sir. I belong to you," she said in a breathy, delicious voice.
"Yes, that's right," I murmured, sliding my hands up to the exposed skin of her ass, my fingertips playing in the crease just above her thighs. I scooted down to the edge of the chair and grabbed her hips.
"Here, Isabella. Sit," I said, and pulled her down onto my lap. Her back was facing me, so I pulled her hair aside, all to one shoulder, so that I could get to her beautiful neck. I kissed her gently, licking and sucking her skin, biting her softly when I could. I slid my hands down to her legs and pulled them apart until they were stretched as widely as possible, held in place just outside of my own.
My hands moved up her thighs, feeling the soft, silkiness of her stockings, until I could touch her warm skin. Then I stroked where her legs connected to her hips, teasing her, knowing she wanted me in a different place. She was already moaning softly, subtly grinding her hips on my lap, looking for something to ease the ache.
Unfortunately, for her, she would get no release from me today. Well, not until that evening. I wanted her to be hungry and desperate, to spend the afternoon needy and aware.
I slid my hand between her legs, feeling the subtle bumps and ridges of the black lace beneath my fingertips, sliding over the seam that was right between her legs with only my middle finger. She moaned loudly and threw her head back against me.
"Mmm... you like that, pretty girl?" I whispered in her ear, licking and biting her, sucking the lobe into my mouth. I continued to stroke between her legs, on that seam, slowly up and down, loving the way she squirmed beneath me. "You taste delicious, Isabella. Here," I said, as I ran my tongue down her neck to her shoulder. "And here," I whispered, sliding my fingers beneath the fabric of her teddy, touching her soft, bare skin.
"Y-yes... yes, Sir," she moaned. "Feels so good."
I pushed a finger inside her, wet, hot, and tight, and when she pushed against me, I stopped the movement of my fingers.
"Control, Isabella," I warned. "You have to learn to control your body, your mind." I held her hips as they stilled, waiting until I felt I could safely continue.
After a moment, after Isabella took a deep, shaking breath, I continued, pulling the fabric of the teddy between her legs completely aside this time. I could both hear and feel the increase of her breathing, and as I slid my finger back inside her, I could feel how wet and wanting she was. My girl was always wet and ready for me. Lovely.
"Tell me, sweet girl," I whispered in her ear as my fingers played between her legs. "Tell me what you want right now. I want to know. I want to hear your lovely, hungry voice." I slid one hand up her body, to her breast, and teased her nipple with my fingertips, over the black lace fabric.
"Ohhh," she moaned, trying desperately not to move her hips against me. "I... I want...," she started.
"Yes?" I asked, circling her clit with my finger and sliding my other hand beneath the teddy, grabbing her breast in my hand. I took her nipple between my thumb and finger, rolling it gently at first, then squeezing tightly.
"Oh God," she groaned, then took a deep breath. "I want... I want you... inside me... please, Sir..." Then she seemed to panic a little, her body tensing beneath my touch. "I mean... if that pleases you," she muttered quickly.
"It's alright, Isabella," I answered, my fingers continually moving in her wetness. "I asked you to tell me. When I ask specifically like that, I want to know what you are thinking." I kissed her shoulder, then pressed my finger directly on her swollen clit, just to hear her sweet moan. "And I want to be inside you, too. Lift up for a second, sweetness."
As she whispered an unintelligible string of words in a soft moan, she slowly lifted off of me, and I quickly unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants, and lowered my zipper. I pulled my hard cock out of my pants, holding it tightly in my hand, giving it a quick pump. I pushed it between her legs, getting the swollen tip nice and wet. Fuck, she felt so good, warm and slick and ready.
"You want this, Isabella?" I growled in her ear. I needed her, and I needed her now. No more games. I slid my cock back and forth in the wetness between her legs, waiting for her to beg me to enter her. "Tell me."
"Yes... yes, Sir... I want you... please," she pleaded softly. But it was still not enough.
"Tell me what you want. What you want me to do. Now." I ordered, continually moving against her.
"Uhhh," she moaned, throwing her back against me again. "I want," she took a deep breath, "I want you to fuck me... I want you inside me... please... please..."
That was better. Almost there. Just a little more.
"How do you want me, Isabella?" I teased. "Soft and slow, like we did this morning in your bed? Hmm?" Then I lowered my voice and growled in her ear, asking her, but telling her what I really wanted. "Or hard, and fast," I said, biting her neck until she gasped, "fucking you until you scream my name?"
"Yes, Sir... yes, that's what I want... hard... fast... please... oh please, inside me now, please..."
Her begging inflamed me, as it always did, pushing me close to the edge, and I could wait no longer. I positioned myself just underneath her, and pulled her hips down, letting her sink down on me, until she was sitting back on my lap. We both groaned loudly at how amazing it felt, and I whispered in her ear one last time.
"Put your hands on the arms of my chair, and hold on. I'm gonna fuck you hard, baby."
She did as I asked, and I grabbed her hips again, thrusting up into her as I pulled her deeper onto me. I pushed her up, my fingers digging into the flesh of her hips, then slammed her back down. I purposely kept my hands away from her sex, knowing that she wanted my touch, needed it to come, but there would be no release for Isabella.
"Ohhhhhhhh," she groaned on top of me. "Yes... oh yes, oh yes... please, Sir... please..." she begged.
I continued to fuck her, hard and fast as I had promised, pushing up into her, and pulling her down on me. I was so close already.
"I know, baby," I cooed in her ear. "I know what you want... but I won't give it to you now," I whispered. She turned her head slightly to the side, listening closely to what I was saying. "I want you hungry and wanting, for tonight... now make me come, Isabella," I ordered.
She hesitated just a moment, adjusting to my denial, then tightened her muscles on me, squeezing tightly, and slammed down on me. We worked together, me pulling on her hips, her rising up and down quickly. I grunted and groaned, quickly nearing my release. I know she needed hers too, but the thought of her desperation, all afternoon, would please me greatly and ready me for our long evening together.
That thought did it, of her denial, and I pulled her down hard, coming deeply inside her, holding her tightly.
"Fuck, Isabella," I moaned as I continued to twitch inside her. "Yes... Yes."
I held us still for a minute or two, letting my breathing settle, my heart calm. She always felt so fucking good to me, so warm, so soft. I found myself not wanting to leave her body yet again. But I needed some separation, and so did she, even if she didn't know it yet.
"Alright, sweet girl... up... time to stand up." I helped her move off me, getting her balance as she stood, her hips sore from holding her position. I offered her my hands, and she took them graciously, that warm tingle ever present between us. I saw the wetness on her thigh then, the thin line of evidence of my orgasm. I wanted her to leave it there, so she could feel me all afternoon between her legs.
Once she was stable, I stood as well, fixing my pants quickly, then walking us both back around the front of my desk. I leaned down, picking up her coat from where she dropped it on the floor, then held it open for her. She just looked at me, somewhat blankly, and I raised one eyebrow, questioning her hesitation. I didn't want to have to chastise her right now.
Luckily, for both of us, she understood and nodded quickly, sliding her arms into the coat. Once it was on, I wrapped the belt around her middle, sliding my hands around her waist, holding her tightly to me. I smelled her hair, and gently kissed the top of her head. She smelled so good. Always so good.
I turned her around to face me, my hands still around her waist. I loved the feeling of her in my arms.
"I know you're frustrated, my lovely, but that's my choice. That's how I want you today. Tonight, we're going to go to my house, get you settled in. I have some things planned for you this evening. We'll start working on your training, your first lesson." I grinned at her, not wanting her to be scared of me, or worried about what I had planned. I wanted her to be excited and ready, wanting. She seemed to relax a bit. "Later this afternoon, I'll let you know what time to be ready. You don't need to bring anything. Everything you need will be in your room at my home. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir," she said with a soft smile. "Tonight, then."
She seemed resigned to her position, but it didn't worry me. She knew this much at least, what was required of her, from her extensive research. Yes, she had no experience, but she was well read and willing. It was something for me to build on.
I kissed her softly, pressing my lips to hers, warm and soft. It would be hard for me this afternoon as well, just to be away from her for any length of time.
She nodded again, then turned and walked to the door. I could see her stockings and heels beneath the edge of her coat, and I remembered how she looked, what she was wearing underneath. Fuck.
She turned and smiled as she stood in the doorway.
"Until tonight," she said.
"Until tonight, Isabella."
And then she walked out the door.
I watched the clock for the rest of the afternoon, anxious for the end of the work day. I thought about asking her to stay in my office, knowing that it would be difficult to be away from her so early on in our relationship, but I realized that I would have gotten nothing done. I would have been completely distracted by her, and I would have wanted to take her again and again. I would never get tired of her, never have my fill.
I had told her earlier, before she left my office, that we would be going to my home that evening, so I texted her to tell her to be dressed and ready at five o'clock. It had only been a few hours since I had fucked her, but I wanted her again, so anxious to have her in my whiteroom.
Finally, at 5 o'clock, I left my office and took the elevator down to Isabella's apartment. I knocked on the door and waited. She appeared almost instantly, which was good. She must have been waiting. She was very prompt. I was anxious to test that responsiveness in other ways, so many ways.
She was wearing a short, casual dress, bare legs, and sandals. She looked beautiful and innocent.
"Ready?" I asked.
"Yes, Sir," she said anxiously, ready for whatever I had planned for her. Perfect. Well, almost. One more thing.
"Isabella, before we leave, give me your panties," I ordered, holding out my hand, waiting.
Again, she hesitated, just for a beat or two, cocking her head and giving me a curious look, before reaching under her dress and shimmying out of her underwear and putting them in my outstretched hand. We would have to do something about that hesitation - we needed to address it directly, which I would, soon.
I grabbed her hand and pulled her to me, kissing her softly, then smiling. We took the elevator down to the garage, and I opened the car door for her. I may have been a Dom, but I was also a gentleman.
The drive to my home was quiet. I think we were both stuck in our own heads, going through the events of the day, and wondering about the events to come.
I reached over to touch her, to reassure her with a physical connection between us, and I placed my hand on her bare knee. It was then that I noticed it. Her legs. They were closed again. Damn. I really wanted her to remember, and this was twice now.
"Isabella." My voice was deep and stern. She responded immediately to my change of demeanor.
"Sir?" she asked nervously. She truly had no idea.
"Your legs, Isabella," I said roughly. "Open your legs."
"Yes, Sir," she mumbled softly, her eyes dropping to her lap at my tone, and she parted her legs a few inches.
I sighed heavily. She was just not getting it.
I grabbed her knee tighter and pulled it towards me, hard. Her other leg automatically matched what I had done, opening her up widely, her dress rising up on her thighs.
I plunged my hand between her legs until I was cupping her sex.
"This," I growled, "is mine, Isabella." I took in a deep breath and continued. "That's twice now that I've had to tell you." I was driving, so I couldn't look at her the way I wanted to, but I risked a glance and saw her looking down.
"Look at me, Isabella." She looked up, worry and disappointment in her eyes. She would learn. I looked back at the road, glancing back at her every now and then, taking in her beautiful brown eyes. "Next time," I said with all seriousness, "we will have to deal with it." My hand was still between her legs, and I explored a little. She was so warm and wet and ready, as always.
"Fuck," I said, slipping a finger in and out of her, then gliding over her clit. She jumped against me, moaning softly. "Jesus, Isabella," I groaned. "You are so fucking wet."
Finally, we reached my house, and I helped Isabella out of the car. She was nervous now, after my scolding in the car. I lifted her chin with my finger, forcing her to look at me.
"Isabella, don't be worried. You're new. You'll learn. It will take time. We've discussed this, you just need to remember. I'm not mad at you, my lovely, but it's my position to let you know when you're not acting appropriately, to teach you. All right?"
She seemed to relax a bit then, so I smiled, holding her hand in mine, and walked her into my home. I gave her a quick tour of the house, the ground floor, which included the foyer, the living room, den, dining room, and kitchen. I had a theater room at the far right, and a large patio and swimming pool outside, but we could look at that later. I wanted her upstairs.
As we reached the second floor, I took her all the way to the end of the left wing, to my room. The right wing was only guest bedrooms, and we could look at that later, as well. We stood at the door, and she looked in, so curious. Large king sized bed, dark wooden furniture, mushroom painted walls, hardwood floors. I would rarely, almost never, invite one of my subs to sleep in my private domain, so this was usually as far as most would ever get. The doorway.
We moved along the hallway, to the next closed door. I kept walking.
"We'll come back to that in a minute," I said with a wink, as we made our way to the next room. I opened the door and gestured for her to enter.
"This is your room." She walked in slowly, looking around at everything she could put her eyes on. The room was nicely sized, painted that same dark, mushroom color as the bedroom in the apartment at my office building, with the same creamy, white trim. The floors were a dark hardwood, highly polished, and covered with a huge, thick rug. The full sized bed was off to the left, covered with a thick, ivory linens. The far right wall was all windows with a beautiful view of the nighttime sky - twinkling stars and verdant, rolling countryside. It was a very comfortable room.
"It's... beautiful," she said to me, with a small smile and a blush. I pulled her to me, and kissed her softly.
"I'm glad you like it. I'll let you settle in there later. For now, I want to show you one, last room." I grinned then, my arousal growing, knowing that we were so close to where I wanted to be with her, what I had fantasized about for so long. "Come," I said, pulling her back down the hallway to the closed door. I pulled a key ring out of my pocket, and I unlocked the door, swinging it wide open.
I squeezed her hand, reassuring her, then pulled her inside with me.
"This, Isabella," I said gesturing across the room with a wicked grin, "is my whiteroom. This," I breathed deeply, "is where I will take you, in every possible way."
She was nervous, I could tell. Her breathing was fast and shallow, her eyes travelling quickly around the room, trying to absorb everything she was seeing.
It was an average room, nothing obvious inside to immediately give away its purpose. Same dark, hardwood floors as the other bedrooms, same dark, mushroom-colored walls, same creamy, white trim. Another large, thick rug covering a majority of the floor. The bed was a large, dark wood four-poster bed, same thick off-white linens. When I find something I like, I stick with it. A tall, wide chest of drawers, and a bedside table on each side of the bed, to match the rest of the furniture in the room.
I looked at Isabella, and she looked curious. I wanted her to feel comfortable, so I decided to invite her to quench her thirst for information.
"Questions, Isabella? You may ask."
"Um," she started immediately, her mind trying to form the first question correctly, respectfully. "Why, um, do you call it the 'white room'? It's, um, not painted white? I don't understand."
I smiled at her. This was always the first question. I put a finger under her chin and raised her face to mine. I stroked my thumb across her bottom lip, then met her eyes. They were wide and dark, her pupils dilated with arousal. She was hungry for me. Just a little longer, my dear. Just a little longer.
I pressed my lips to hers once, then nibbled my way up her jaw, her ear.
"It's because, my sweet Isabella," I whispered in her ear. "White is the color of your submission. This is where you will give yourself to me, completely." And I pulled back to look at her, to see her expression.
She took a quick, sharp breath, and bit her bottom lip. Fuck, that drove me insane. I didn't know why, but it did, and I grabbed her chin, squeezing her mouth until she released that lip. Then I crushed my mouth on hers, open and hungry and violent, wanting her warm, wet tongue.
After a few moments, I pulled back, leaving both of us hungry and gasping.
Isabella seemed dizzy, a little unsure on her feet, so I held onto her while she got her bearings. She looked at me quizzically.
"So... no playroom then?"
"No," I chuckled. "No playroom. But," I said with a grin. "I have my whiteroom. And I am not an obvious Dom. What I mean is, I'm not the same as other Doms. I'm a little... different."
"Why not in your bedroom... or in my bedroom then? This looks like a regular room." She didn't understand, and that was to be expected. She hadn't yet seen the special features of my whiteroom.
I smiled down at her, gently stroking the soft skin along her jaw, her cheek.
"This room isn't what it seems, Isabella." I held out my hand to her, which she readily took, and I pulled her in to the bedroom, over to the bed. I reached down between one bedpost and the mattress and pulled out a nylon restraining strap, showing it to her.
"There are several of these mounted along the bottom of the bed. They are easily hidden, for privacy, and easily retrieved when needed." I looked at her directly then, wanting to see her reaction to what I said next. "I'll use these to bind you to the bed."
She didn't move or flinch, but I could see that beautiful pink color rising in her cheeks. She wanted to look away from me, the intensity uncomfortable for her, I could tell, but I held her gaze. When she started biting on that bottom lip, I raised one eyebrow at her, and she stopped, dropping her eyes in supplication.
I took her hand again and pulled her along to the other side of the room, to the large chest of drawers against the wall. The piece was beautiful, dark wood, simple lines, lots of drawers of different sizes. I opened the top drawer.
"This," I showed Isabella, "holds my toys."
She looked cautiously into the first drawer, not really understanding what she was seeing, with her limited experience, but she must have had some idea, because she blushed furiously, and nodded. Her eyes were still bright and wide, so I knew she was getting into this, that she wanted it.
"May I ask another question, Sir?"
"Of course, Isabella." She asked so respectfully, I couldn't turn her down.
"Where do you keep your canes, whips, crops, floggers... that sort of thing. I don't see them on the wall, or anywhere."
Ah. My girl was so perceptive.
"Isabella, I've told you before that I am not a regular Dom, that I am not like others. That I like particular things, things that are meaningful to me. We've discussed this. You've seen my limits sheet." I took a deep breath, running my hand through my unruly hair. "I don't have any of those things," I said simply. "I'm not into that kind of pain or punishment. It does nothing for me. What interests me is control, having control over another person, in all ways. That's what I do."
She was very quiet then, very thoughtful. I could tell she was again buried deep in her own mind, thinking through everything she had just seen, everything I had just told her. I gave her a minute to digest it all.
"Any other questions, Isabella?" She shook her head quickly. "No?" I smiled to myself. She would have more questions later, of that I was sure. "All right then. Please take a quick shower in the attached bathroom. That is the bathroom you will use when we are here, in the whiteroom." She nodded again. Curious, she wasn't speaking suddenly. Was she nervous? Anxious? Only time would tell. "Okay, after your shower, meet me back here, at the foot of this bed, in 20 minutes. Understand?" Isabella quickly nodded, again.
Okay, now I had to leave, occupy myself in some way for 20 minutes.
I waited until she had closed the bathroom door, placing a large floor pillow on the floor at the foot of the bed, and then I turned and walked out, down the hall, to my bedroom. I decided to hop into the shower myself, and although I desperately wanted to relieve the pressure in my titanium hard dick, I decided to wait for my beautiful Isabella, so I showered quickly.
When I got out, I slipped on a pair of old jeans. They rode low on my hips, and that, combined with my lack of underwear, well... I looked hot. Plus, it felt good, the rough denim brushing on my over-sensitive skin. It was difficult to shove my erection into my pants, but I managed, thinking only of Isabella, and how she would help me take care of my little problem. I brushed my teeth, ran my hand through my hair a couple of times, staring at myself in the mirror.
It was time. I needed to get ready, to get my mind right. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly, relaxing. I went over again in my mind what I wanted to do tonight, what I wanted to accomplish. It was her first night, really. The previous night didn't really count. That was just sex. Incredible, unbelievable sex, but just sex. Tonight, we would start to test each other's limits, give each other what we really needed.
I couldn't fucking wait.
I walked back down the hall, slowly and purposefully, knowing what I wanted, and knowing that I was about to get it. I checked my watch outside the door. It was 25 minutes since I told her to meet me back here. Perfect. I wanted to make her wait a bit.
I opened the door and walked in.
Isabella was on her knees on the pillow at the foot of the bed, sitting back on her heels. Her back was straight, her hands were clasped behind her back, and her eyes were cast down to the floor. Her knees were spread wide on the pillow, exactly as I wanted - she finally remembered. Perfect. Fucking perfect.
She was wearing the robe I had put on the back of the bathroom door, a sapphire blue silk robe, exactly like the one I had placed at her apartment in my building. I intended for her to wear both robes in exactly these situations, which I had told her last night. Lovely.
I couldn't wait any longer. My cock was throbbing and aching in my jeans, and I knew that I had to come quickly so that I would have some staying power for the rest of the night. I walked towards her, until I was standing right in front of her.
"Very nice, Isabella. Very, very nice." I stroked her hair softly with one hand. "You are absolutely beautiful and perfect." I ran my fingers across her cheek, the soft, tight skin of her jaw. "And I want you so much right now, my beautiful. So much, that I think I can no longer wait. I have to have you now, before we even begin." I put my finger under her chin, and lifted her face to me. "Look at me, Isabella," I commanded.
She looked up at me through her eyelashes, those big brown eyes, so dark with desire for me and only me, and I almost came right there, just from that look. I took a deep, steadying breath.
I tapped the bottom of her chin twice.
She immediately complied, opening her soft, warm lips to me, but it was not enough.
She opened more, and I could see her wet, little tongue inside, so anxious to feel what it would do to me. So I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. I was so fucking hard and aching then, so desperate to come. I placed the head of my cock just touching her bottom lip.
"I need to come, Isabella, before we do anything else. So suck my cock, be a good girl and give me what I want. And if you do, I'll give you a little reward." I was planning on rewarding her anyway, but I wanted to give her some incentive.
She nodded slightly, and I pushed the head of my cock into her mouth.
She immediately ran her tongue right across the head and into the leaking slit, and I almost combusted right then and there.
"Fuck, Isabella!" I gasped. "Take it slow. Jesus, you're trying to kill me," I muttered under my breath. I could see a small smile on the corners of her lips.
I knew this wouldn't take long, but I really had to harness some control. I took a deep breath.
Isabella pulled my swollen head just inside her lips, sucking softly, using her tongue and lips. It was slow, and delicious, and felt amazing. Each pass, she would take a little more of me in her mouth, deeper and deeper inside. So good. The suction, her warm, tight lips, the slick wetness of her tongue. Every few strokes, she would pull completely off and work the head with her tongue, then plunge my cock deeply back into her mouth. It was an amazing feeling... the perfect rhythm, the perfect combination of sensations.
Then, she started to relax her lips a bit, and on the strokes where she pulled back, she would allow her teeth to lightly scrape my tender skin.
"Fuck," I hissed. My legs were starting to shake, and I was clenching my fists at my side, desperate to touch something.
"Isabella, look at me." My voice was deep and rough. She had to hear the difference in my tone.
She immediately lifted her head, but never missed a beat while sucking me, her mouth continuing to work my hard heat. She looked up at me through her long, dark eyelashes again, her eyes so dark and wide, and it fucking killed me. That was all I could take.
I grabbed her head, roughly shoving my fingers into her hair, and slammed my cock hard, back down her throat.
"Goddamn it, Isabella," I growled as I quickly fucked her pretty, little face. "You feel so fucking good. Your mouth... your fucking mouth... Jesus."
She held her position and kept her lips tightly wrapped around me. That's about all she could do, I was doing everything else. She just had to hang on and wait for me to come. Which, at this rate, wasn't going to take very long.
"Isabella," I said strongly. She was still looking at me, which was good. "I'm about to come. Right before I do, I'm going to pull out, and I want you to open your mouth and keep it open. Got it?" She nodded quickly, as much as she could.
"Good girl," I said, holding her head tighter and increasing my pace. Her mouth was so fucking warm and tight and perfect. "You like that, my lovely? Hmm? Your Master fucking your hot little mouth? Tell me." I knew she couldn't tell me, but I wanted to see what she would do.
"Mmmmmmm hmmmmmmm," she hummed in response, and that feeling, that vibration around my cock, that was it. I pulled my cock quickly out of her mouth.
"I'm going to come. Open your mouth," I ordered harshly, stroking my cock in my hand.
She was breathing deeply, a pink flush over her chest, creeping up her neck to her face. She was aroused. I couldn't wait to see how fucking wet she was. Tied to my bed, spread-eagled, helpless...
"Fuck!" That was all it took, that image, and I exploded, my come landing in hot streams across Isabella's lips and tongue and chin. I stroked my cock a few times, slowly, wanting to get everything I could out of this amazing orgasm. The next would be hers. But not for a while.
When I was finally done, I looked back at my beautiful girl, kneeling before me, eyes turned up to mine, her face covered with my issue. She looked amazing. I ran my thumb across her lip, wetting it in my come, and I slipped it between her lips. She quickly and eagerly sucked it into her mouth.
"Beautiful," I whispered to my girl, stroking her soft hair.
"Now, stand up, baby, give me your hand." I held my hand out for her, helped her balance while she stood. She wobbled for a moment, quickly gaining her bearings. I brought her hand to my mouth and pressed my lips against her knuckles.
"Thank you, Isabella," I said softly. "That was fantastic." I gave her a small smile, and she smiled back, pleased that I was pleased. "Why don't you go into the bathroom and clean up quickly, then meet me back in here."
While she was in the bathroom, I sat on the edge of the bed and waited.
She was back in seconds. It was as if she knew I didn't want to be kept waiting. She was very responsive.
She stood before me, curious as to what was next. I patted the bed next to me, encouraging her to sit.
"Come, Isabella. Sit here, next to me. Let's talk for a minute." I didn't want her to fear me. I never wanted that. I wanted her respect, but never her fear. I wanted to explain to her exactly what I was about to do, so that she would know what to expect, wouldn't be frightened.
She sat next to me, face clean and soft and smelling like soap. She was still wearing that blue robe, and I was itching to get it off of her, to see her.
"Okay, so far?" She nodded. "Good. Now, I know that you have no experience with any of this, so I'm going to go slowly with you. I want to start to teach you about control." She started to open her mouth to say something or ask a question, but I stopped her with my hand. "Yes, I have control over you, your mind, your body. But I need for you to have control as well, over your own body, and in a certain way, over mine. You need to learn to control your body's response to me, to control your orgasms, to hold out as long as you can. The more you can do that, the more pleasurable it will be for both of us. Yes?"
She nodded, smiling. She looked so eager, so sweet, and I couldn't resist. I leaned down and kissed her softly, just barely pressing my lips to hers, but then she parted her lips and ran her tongue slowly across my bottom lip, asking permission. I moaned softly and deepened the kiss, loving the way her tongue felt against mine, how her mouth tasted, the noises she made when I kissed her.
Finally, I had to pull away, to get back to the subject at hand. I was after all, talking about control, and here I was, showing none.
I took a deep breath.
"Okay, to help you with this lesson, I'm going to bind you to my bed, but, Isabella, I want you to know this: I am not going to hurt you, okay?" I was looking into her eyes, making sure she felt my sincerity. I needed her to trust me.
She nodded her head.
"No, tell me. I need to hear that you understand me."
"Yes, Sir, I understand. You're going to tie me up, but it won't hurt."
"That's right, Isabella. Good girl. You have nothing to fear from me, ever. Even when you mess up and we have to deal with your indiscretions, I do not want you to fear me. I am not a pain-seeking Dom."
"Yes, Sir. I understand," she answered again. Okay, enough talk.
"One last thing. I want you to remember your safewords, and don't hesitate to use them if you need them. That's what they are for. I have to be able to trust that you will tell me, Isabella. Trust goes both ways here, okay?"
"Yes, Sir, I understand," she said, her voice soft and breathy. She was so eager.
"All right. Take off that robe and climb up on the bed for me, on your back."
I walked over to the sound system on top of the wooden dresser and I turned on some music, softly, in the background. I pulled a few items out of one of the drawers, then turned and walked back to the bed.
Isabella was there, naked, spread on my whiteroom bed. Fuck me, she looked unbelievable. My cock immediately started to harden again.
"Oh Isabella, you look so fucking beautiful, naked and spread on my bed. In my whiteroom. I have wanted you here, like this, since I first saw you."
I walked to the head of the bed, and took her left hand in mine. I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the inside of her wrist, then snapped the wide leather cuff around it. It was snug, but not tight enough to hurt or cause problems with circulation. I attached the metal ring on the cuff to the nylon strap, adjusting to what I thought would be an appropriate length. I repeated the process on her right wrist, her right ankle, and her left ankle, kissing her soft skin before I secured her. I stood for a moment, just looking, assessing, then walked around the bed, adjusting the straps until she was evenly bound on each limb, stretching her out just enough. I wanted to have control of her limbs, give her one less thing to have to think about. I wanted her to concentrate on other areas of her body. And, if I was being honest, it fucking turned me on to see her like this. Bound. Helpless. And hungry. She was already pulling on the straps, very little, but just testing their strength. Her nipples were hard, and her hips were slowly moving. I think she was trying to pull her thighs together, to get some modicum of relief. Oh poor girl, no. Not anytime soon.
I kept my pants on, purposely to help me keep control of myself. I would take them off later, when it was time to fuck her, but for now, I needed to show her what I could do for her.
I sat on the bed next to her and stroked the underside of her left arm, from her wrist to her underarm, back and forth. I would have loved to do this with her blindfolded, but I thought she needed the comfort of that sense for her first time. I really didn't want to scare her. I trailed my fingertips across her collarbone, up her neck, her chin, across her lips. She turned her head towards me, opening her lips for my fingers, like a hungry bird. I quickly pulled them away.
"No, no, little bird. You'll get yours later." I grinned at her, seeing her frustration building, and so soon. Oh, it was going to be a long night.
I ran my fingers across her breasts, avoiding her nipples, just barely touching the sensitive skin underneath, in circles, closer and closer to the middle, but never touching.
"Oh please..." she moaned.
Hmm, begging already. Lovely. I chuckled.
This time, I let my fingers just barely graze her hard nipples, the flesh immediately tightening at my touch, and she pushed her chest up into my hand. So desperate.
I repeated the move, over and over, until I thought she couldn't take anymore. I circled her nipple with my thumb, watching it pucker and tighten more beneath me. I took it between my thumb and forefinger, rolling at first, then gently squeezing and pulling.
"Ohhhhhh, God yes... please... please... " she moaned and begged.
I squeezed harder, pinching the hard flesh between my fingers, slowly increasing the pressure, waiting to see what her limit was.
Finallly, she screamed out, a gurgled moan that she had been holding in, and I immediately backed off. I needed to learn her body and what she could take.
I repeated the process with her other nipple, loving the way she blushed and bit her lip, tossing her head from side to side, still pulling at her arms and legs, trying to get into a position that gave her some relief.
I climbed up onto the bed, settling between her knees, and I hovered over her body. I pressed a quick, chaste kiss to her lips, smiling at her hungry tongue that peeked out as I pulled away from her. She was going to be a lot of fun.
I leaned down and took one of her nipples into my mouth. Softly at first, my lips, my tongue, circling, tasting. She moaned deliciously and that sound went straight to my crotch, remembering how it felt when she did that with my cock in her mouth. I went back to her hard nipple, taking it gently between my teeth, biting softly.
"Oh fuck, yes... " she groaned, squirming on the bed the best that she could.
I licked and sucked and bit, a little harder each time with my teeth - again, testing her limits, earning her trust, seeing how far I could go. When her moans turned in tone, I would stop. I knew the sound of real pain, and I didn't like it.
Finally, I started the slow journey down her body, spending time touching, licking, sucking on the skin on her soft, flat stomach. I circled my tongue around her navel before dipping in and out. Her hips lifted off the bed towards me, and she begged again.
"Oh God, please, Sir... please, please, please..."
I looked up at her.
"Please what, Isabella?" I asked with a grin. "Is there something you want?"
"Oh please touch me Sir... please..." she groaned.
"Isabella, I am touching you. Did you want me to touch you somewhere else?"
She huffed softly in frustration. She really didn't even know what frustration was. Not yet, at least.
"Yes, Sir... please... I need you to touch me lower," she said softly, almost a whisper.
I moved down a little, just above her public bone, and gave her a quick lick.
"Here? Is this what you want, my sweet?"
She mumbled and groaned loudly. Her hips were gyrating wildly now, so desperate for relief.
"N-no, Sir... lower... between my legs... Oh fuck, please..."
"Say it, Isabella. You know what I'm waiting for. Say it pretty girl, and I'll give you what you want." I said it sternly, but I was just as anxious as she was. I wanted her to hurry up and get there so I could taste her delicious pussy.
"I... I want you to... ugh, please... " she was hesitating again, so I stopped touching her. I completely lifted off of her, waiting for her to complete her request before she would feel my touch again. I didn't say anything, just waiting for her to start again.
She cleared her throat.
"I want you to touch me.. my... um... pussy... with your," she sighed heavily, then started again. "With your tongue. Please use your tongue on my pussy, oh God, please, Sir... please..."
We had just started, and I wanted to fuck her hard already. The delicious blowjob was helpful, but my cock was rock hard again, and I was ready for relief.
But this was a lesson in control, so I had to control myself as well, my body, as well as hers. I took a deep, long breath and released it.
"Very nice, Isabella. Tell me if this is what you wanted," I said, and I leaned down between her legs and pressed my lips to her clit, kissing softly, then letting my tongue slide around in circles. Oh God, she was so fucking wet already, and the smell of her heat, Jesus, it was killing me. I sucked her clit into my mouth, pulling on it tightly and she bucked her hips up to my mouth and moaned.
"Yes! Oh God, yes, please more... please don't stop, please... "
I returned to her clit, but softly this time, barely touching her swollen skin, just teasing... up and down, round and round, listening to her breathing as it increased. She was almost panting now. I slid one of my hands up her leg to the inside of her leg, the soft, tender skin of her thigh, and just as I sucked her clit back into my mouth, hard, I pinched the skin on the inside of her thigh. She screamed and flinched, but the scream quickly turned into a soft, hungry moan.
I slid my hand up between her legs and slipped a finger inside her, sliding it slowly in and out, and returned my tongue between her legs.
She started moaning loudly, tossing her head back and forth, her arms and legs pulling on her bindings. I increased my pace a little, knowing what I wanted, and waiting for her to get there.
Not long after, I heard it. A change in her breathing. She was starting to tighten on the finger I had inside her. She was close to coming.
"Isabella, are you close?" I asked.
"Oh... yes... yes, Sir. So close... please don't stop... please..." she begged.
So of course, I immediately stopped, giving her a minute or two to regain her control. Once she had, I explained what I was doing.
"Isabella, remember, this is about control. You need to learn your own body and know the signs... When you are getting close to coming, what you can do to hold off. I just did it for you, but next time, you need to let me know when you get to that point, and I'll stop. We'll do that a few times, then see if you can hold off yourself, without me stopping. Okay?"
She took in a deep, shuddering breath, slowly releasing it, then opened her eyes to look at me.
"Okay... yes, Sir. I'll try." Then she gave me a tiny smile. My beautiful girl.
I leaned back down and took her hard nipple in my mouth, starting the whole cycle over at the beginning, until I was back down between her legs, licking and sucking, my finger sliding inside her tight, wet heat.
This time, when it got to be too much, she told me to stop, respectfully of course, and I did. I was proud of her. I knew how much she needed to come, and that she had no control, but she was willing to try. She had already come so far, pleased me so much.
So we did it again. And again. And again. Over and over, I brought her right to the edge of her orgasm, and pulled her back. I didn't use any toys on her, not tonight. Tonight was just about concentrating on her body, how I could make her feel, and her growing control.
The sounds she was making were become unintelligible, and I realized that I had pushed her enough for tonight. She had done so well, and I didn't want her to have a slip up and feel disappointment on her first night. So I decided it was time for her orgasm.
We had just stopped, with Isabella right on the edge yet again, and she was breathing deeply, trying to calm herself down, control her breathing and her body. I couldn't fucking wait to hear her scream my name. Yes, I needed it.
I gave her a minute or two, and then I crawled off the bed and sat on the side, so I could talk to her for a minute. She turned her head and looked at me. She looked wild. Her hair was spread all over the bed, and tiny strands were stuck to her face with perspiration. Her eyes were wide and dark, her pupils dilated. Her cheeks were flushed, her lip, swollen from her biting, from either concentration or frustration. It was definitely time.
"Isabella, I'm going to remove the cuffs on your ankles, now, okay? I want you to know what I'm doing."
She nodded slowly, her brow furrowed. She was trying to figure out the game, what was next.
I moved down to the end of the bed, and I unbuckled the cuff from one ankle, rubbing it softly first, before releasing it, then repeating the process with the other. She immediately bent her knees and pulled her legs up, Squeezing her thighs together. But I forgave her this time.
"Ah, ah, ah, Isabella. Open those legs back up." And I gave her a quick slap on her thigh as a reminder. She jumped a little, not expecting that sting, but she immediately complied and spread her legs.
"That's my girl," I praised her, and softly rubbed the skin on her thigh where I had smacked her.
I climbed back up on the bed, positioned back between her legs again, then hovering over her.
I leaned down and gave her a slow, sensual kiss. My lips, mouth, tongue, and face were all fresh with her arousal, but it didn't deter her in the least. She kissed me back, hungrily, so desperate, always wanting more. I chuckled and pulled back to look at her.
"You've done so well tonight, Isabella. I'm so proud of you."
She smiled shyly and blinked her eyes a few times, but I could tell that she was pleased too.
"So I've decided to give you a little reward." She stopped fidgeting and looked up at me with the sweetest combination of hope and desperation. I was so fucking hard that my cock was becoming really uncomfortable in my pants.
I leaned down and kissed her jaw, her neck, moving slowly to ear.
"Would you like to come, sweet Isabella? Hmm? Tell me, pretty girl," I whispered, then pulled back to see her expression.
"Oh my God," she said softly, tears forming in her eyes.
I was immediately concerned. What did I do to make her cry? What had I done wrong? Shit.
"What? Baby, what did I do, what's the matter? Oh, please don't cry, pretty girl, please don't cry." I softly stroked her face, chastely kissed her sweet mouth, wanting her to calm. I pulled back to look at her again.
"Okay, now? Can you tell me?" I spoke gently, softly, wanting her to know that we were on the same side, that I wanted what she wanted, even though I was her Dom. That I cared for her.
She nodded and took a deep, shuddering breath. One lone tear escaped from her eye and ran down the side of her face. That was one tear too many, in my opinion. I wiped it gently away with my thumb. I found that I wanted to taste it, taste her tears, but now was not the time.
"I'm sorry, I - " She started, but I immediately interrupted her.
"You have nothing to be sorry for, Isabella. Please, just tell me what's wrong, why you were crying."
She nodded and started again.
"I... I was just overwhelmed, I guess... so much... so much feeling... physical, and..." she hesitated then, like she didn't want to continue.
"Emotional? Was that what you were going to say?" I prompted. I knew what she was going through.
"Yes," she nodded, seeming relieved that I had said it, and she didn't have to. "I was feeling very emotional. I needed... to, um, come... so badly for so long, and I was trying so hard to control myself, like you said. I want to please you so much," she stated, looking directly in my eyes. She wanted to make sure I understood.
"I know, baby," I said soothingly, still softly stroking her face. "It's okay... I'm so honored that you are giving me this gift." She cocked her head, looking at me like she didn't understand.
"Isabella, submission is a gift, a very rare and special gift, and I take it very seriously. I'm honored that you would give that to me, and I plan to hold it in the highest regard."
Her entire body relaxed then, and I think that I might have helped her to understand just a little bit more. It would come, with time.
So I smiled at her, well, grinned actually. Kind of a devilish grin.
"So... do you think you're ready to continue, then?"
She paused for a second, then realized what I meant and she jumped, her eyes popping open.
"Yes, oh yes, Sir, I'm ready! Oh please, please... so, so ready," she said earnestly, with a small smile playing on her lips.
"Very good," I said, trying to be more serious, but not completely succeeding. I was anxious too.
I leaned back down to her chest and sucked her sweet nipple back into my mouth, licking and biting until she moaned. Then moving to the other, repeating the cycle.
I climbed back between her knees and moved quickly down her stomach, wanting to get to where we both wanted me to be. She was so wet, so fucking wet. I grabbed her thighs and pushed them up and out, towards her body.
"Isabella, now that I've released your legs, I'm trusting you. I need you to do exactly what I say, okay?" She nodded quickly. "Keep your legs pulled open like this, Isabella. Up and back. As wide as you can."
I removed my hands, and she readjusted a little, but kept her legs in place.
I buried my face between her legs, immediately licking and sucking her swollen and aching clit in my mouth. Sucking, swirling. So fucking delicious. I lifted my head briefly to tell her something.
"Not yet, Isabella, I'll let you know when. Use your control."
I returned to my spot between her legs, sliding my tongue down further between her legs, slipping into her hot, wet heat, then back up to where she wanted me. I slid a finger inside her, as I had done before, moving it slowly in and out. She was lifting her lips, higher and higher. I had to move my head, change my position, to keep up with her. She was moaning now, no words, just soft, constant moans. I knew she was close, but she was waiting for me, as I had asked.
I slid the finger out that I had inside her and let it drift father down between her legs, lightly brushing over her back entrance. She flinched and moaned loudly then, but it was a good noise, not a "don't go there" noise. So I did it again, and she moaned again, but didn't move away from me.
I sucked her clit back into my mouth, running my tongue in circles around it, letting my finger explore.
She started lifting her hips again, pulling her body up so that I almost couldn't reach her. What was she doing, what did she want from me? Was she just so desperate to come that she couldn't control her body any more? I lightly licked her clit, just barely touching her, and I removed my other hand from her body. I wanted to see what she would do. She lifted her hips, slowly and deliberately, until my tongue was where my finger had been.
Then I heard her.
"Please..." She said it so softly, I could barely hear her. It was more like a breath. Oh fuck, this was good. She wanted my tongue on her ass. My sweet, innocent Isabella, wanted me to rim her. Well, she came to the right place. But of course, it wouldn't be that easy.
"What, sweet girl, what do you want? Tell me."
"I want your tongue," she started. I thought that she sounded a little more confident when she was this desperate. "I want it down there... between my legs... where your finger was... please... that felt so good... please..." Well, that was the most detail she had ever given me without prodding, and she had done so well tonight, and I had pushed her so far already. So I caved.
"Where, sweet girl?" I asked, my finger moving quickly between her legs. I knew exactly what she wanted. I only wanted to push her just a bit further. "Here, baby?" I said as I stroked that tight, pink skin. "Is this where you want my tongue?" My finger was still wet from her, and I circled it around, feeling her constrict and relax against me.
"Oh God, yes, please... please right there... please... I need to come so badly, please..." She sounded so fucking hot when she begged and that did me in. I needed my fucking release now, I needed my cock deep inside her somewhere, and soon.
So I went back down between her legs, starting with her wet pussy, her swollen clit, sliding into her slick entrance, getting my tongue nice and wet, then lower, slowly, circling, closer and closer. She was grinding her hips in the air now, unable to stop herself, but I was following her, keeping up with her rhythm. When my tongue finally traced across her back entrance, she screamed, loudly. No words, just desperate, hungry moans.
I used my tongue there as I had on her clit, licking in circles, sucking, tasting... I used the flat of my tongue for long swipes, then just the point to circle and tease. At one point, I slid my middle finger inside her pussy, slowly moving it in and out, then pressed my thumb down on her clit, keeping it down, and rubbing it from side to side.
I think that did it.
"Fuck!" she screamed. "Oh fuck, Yes! Yes! Yes!" Her head was thrashing back and forth against the mattress, and she was grinding herself against my face. I think I was making some noises myself at that point. Wet noises and moans. She was so delicious. Her submission was sublime.
And then her entire body lifted off the bed, her limbs going rigid, and she gave a little shake or two, more than a tremble. She let out a long, strangled moan that seemed to go on forever. I kept up my ministrations, wanting to extend her pleasure for as long as possible.
Finally, she calmed. She was breathing hard, and her eyes were closed as she muttered softly to herself.
I slowly removed my finger and lifted up from between her legs, wiping my face on my forearm. God, she was beautiful. Her skin was flushed a beautiful shade a pink, and she was covered in a light sheen of sweat. Tendrils of her hair were stuck to her face, and her lips were red and swollen, probably from biting.
I climbed off the bed and removed my jeans. I needed to fuck her, and now. I couldn't wait a second longer. And I wouldn't last long, that I knew.
I climbed back up, kneeling back between her legs where I was before. I just watched her for a minute, amazed again at my incredible luck. I put my hands back on her thighs, pushing them back and out again. I kept one hand on one thigh, keeping her position, and with the other, I grabbed my cock and positioned it just between her legs. I slowly pushed forward, sliding into her deliciously slowly, and about halfway in, she opened her eyes and looked at me with the most adoring expression.
Then she lifted her hips, positioning herself for me, and I pushed all the way in.
"Fuck," I moaned. "You feel so fucking good, baby... I'm gonna go hard and fast, Isabella. This won't take long. I'm so fucking hard for you." I leaned over her, one hand on the bed, the other on one thigh, keeping her where i wanted her. And I started a relentless pace. Immediately fast, hard, and deep. Fucking her into the mattress.
I was growling and groaning and moaning and grunting as I fucked her. Christ, she felt good. I didn't think anything could feel this good, this tight, this hot.
"Isabella," I said through my teeth. "I need you."
She was gasping and panting beneath me and nodded energetically, so willing to do whatever I needed.
"I need you," I gasped, "to tell me who you serve. Tell me. Now."
"I serve you, Sir," she moaned. "You, and only you."
But that was still not what I wanted to hear.
"No," I growled in frustration, increasing my pace. "Who am I, Isabella? Who am I to you? What is my title? What do you call me?" I screamed each word, pumping her furiously, and she looked at me quizzically, when suddenly, recognition flashed across her face. She knew. She knew now what I wanted, what I needed.
"You," she said breathlessly, "are my Master."
"YES," I roared, "now, fucking beg your Master to come inside you..." Fucking hell, I was so close, and I needed her to do this for me, to push me over the edge, and she looked ecstatically happy to do this for me.
"Oh God... Master... My Master," she said, her voice deepening as she tightened her hot pussy around my cock. "Please Master, come inside me... please come for me... please." So close, so fucking close.
"Please come in me... Master, please!"
That last one was it, the sound of her begging, hearing her call me her Master, it was too much, and I felt my orgasm quickly building, roiling in my stomach, out to my fingers and toes, then suddenly slamming through the rest of my body like an explosion.
I came hard, pressing deep inside her one last time, holding her body tightly to mine while I emptied and twitched inside her. I collapsed, on top of her, unable to hold myself up any longer, panting, gasping, trying desperately to catch my breath.
Finally, I had calmed, and I lifted up enough to look at my girl.
She was covered in sweat, hers and mine, her hair now plastered to her head, but she looked more incredible than I have ever seen her.
"That," I said, still breathing hard, as I softly kissed the tip of her nose. "That was incredible." I kissed her chin. "You were amazing." I kissed her jaw. "Perfect," I whispered in her ear, lifting up again so that I could look at her face. She smiled sweetly at me and just shook her head. I don't think she knew what to say. I kissed her mouth, softly pressing my lips against hers, once, twice, three times, before pulling back again.
This unbelievable creature, lying underneath me with the most adoring expression, was mine. All mine. I couldn't seem to believe it. Everything about her was perfect. Her face was perfect, her body was perfect, her attitude was perfect. And most importantly of all, her submission was perfect. I struggled to try to come up with a word, just one word that said everything about her. It took me a moment, but then it occurred to me.
"Beautiful," I said softly, then pressed my lips to hers again.
A/N: Wow, this was like birthing a baby. I mean, I've had an outline of this chapter for a while, but it was a labor of love getting each piece written. And then, at the end, when I was writing the scene in the whiteroom, I couldn't freaking stop! I just kept writing! If I could write faster, I sure would, and I appreciate all the "gentle proddings" by my readers, begging for the next chapter.
Speaking of the next chapter (how's that for a segue!), I think we might see a little (don't get too excited, just a little) of Bella's background, why she was so eager to go 24/7, etc. PLUS, my friend Libby (see below) is a songwriter, and she wrote a song called "Beautiful" – before I wrote this story... and it's AWESOME! It's perfect and it gave me lots of ideas for the story! I'm going to post a link to the song on Facebook when I post the next chapter, which will be a few weeks – yall know how long it takes me to write! I promise I'll try to be quicker, but just fair warning.
I especially want to thank all my friends on the Kinkward Lovers Facebook page! Huge supporters of this story and of me, and they make me laugh. And man, are they KINKY! Which is why I LOVE THEM!
Thanks and love to my very good friend, MaBarberElla (speaking of kinky), especially for the line "Fucking her into the mattress." She had that in a chapter of her story, "The Cassolette," which is an amazing and super hot Carlisle/Bella story (go check it out on FF dot net!), and I stole it for my story.
And extra special super thanks to my best friend, and beta, LibbyLou862, who is the fastest beta in the South, and we fixed all the errors on the phone during commercials while watching the Oscars! (And some this morning, while she was at church... AGAIN!) Libby, you are SOOOOOO awesome, and I love you.
And, I wanted to come up with something different for my Edward to call his playroom, since he's such an unusual Dom. So I started searching Thesaurus dot com for words, like for WEEKS. I could never find anything that worked. So yesterday, I texted Libby and told her my dilemma. She came up with FOUR suggestions, literally, and the fourth one was "the white room, because white is the color of her submission." I WAS FLOORED. It was SO perfect! And obviously, I used it. Perfect. Thanks again Libby. You know I can't ever write without you!
Thanks... until next time!