Outtake Number One
Inspired by the song " Sex Therapy by Robin Thicke"
This chapter has been written by
"My BDSM Fairy"
This outtake continues from where chapter 10 leaves off with Paul and Bella and it will help the transition into chapter 11
"Will you be my submissive?"
That question caused something to click within Bella. It felt like something that had been missing had finally been put back into place. She saw the hope and desire in Paul's eyes and she knew there was only one answer that she could give him.
Paul backed away from Bella and said, "Good, now let's see if we can do something about Jacob Black giving you the best orgasm ever."
Paul reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bullet vibrator with a remote.
As Paul pulled the vibe out of his pocket, it almost glowed in the dim light of the room. He saw a flicker of not just recognition in Bella's eyes but also excitement. Even though Paul wanted nothing more than to bring Bella to new highs of pleasure, he knew that she needed to understand a few things first. With pleasure came a little pain, or more like a little bit of suffering in this case.
Paul smirked and knew that he would enjoy watching Bella squirm as he teased her throughout the night.
"Oh, do you know my little friend here? Looks like you do. Unfortunately, you're going to have to play for him," Paul tossed it on the bed and stalked toward her shivering frame.
By the looks of things, Bella was ready to beg, and Paul wanted her to beg in more ways than one. Once he got to her, he placed his head at the side of her neck and let his hot breath wash over her skin. He then gave it a nice long lick before he grabbed her face and turned it toward him.
"Are you a thousand percent sure this is what you want Bella? You need to know that once I get started there is no stopping with me!"
The look on Bella's face told Paul she was eager, ready, and willing to please. All the things Paul looked for in not just a sub, but also the woman that could bring together the two parts of his lifestyle.
In that moment, as they stared at each other's eyes, Paul knew that with Bella he could have it all. He damn sure wanted it all. Paul wanted to leave a mark on her so deep that everyone would know she belonged to him.
"Bella, look you little tramp! I need a fucking answer now or I leave you hanging up there all night begging for a release," Paul growled the words to her and Bella started rubbing her thighs together.
"Yes, I want this. I want you, all of you, and especially this part of you."
"Good girl, very good girl in deed."
Paul grabbed her arms of the hook but he didn't remove the cuffs. He then instructed Bella to get down on all fours in front of the bed. Paul was pleased that Bella simply followed his instructions without hesitation.
He walked around her, scoping her out. Paul wanted to see if she'd crack under pressure and make a mistake.
"Look Baby doll, I don't do that color bull shit that Jake is in to. So, when you said you were good, that means your good till I am done teasing, pleasing, and fucking you. Is that alright with you?"
Paul had squatted down in front of Bella's face. She was looking down at him in the eyes. He smirked at her because she had just made her first mistake.
"Bella, why are you looking at me in the eyes like we are on the same level? Don't look at me unless I tell you to! Do I make myself clear?"
Bella continued to stare at him. Clearly, she was dumbstruck at the way Paul was talking to her and commanding the situation.
When she didn't respond Paul growled at her and stood to his full height. He stomped back to his dresser and produced a ridding crop, blindfold, and something concealed in a small wooden chest.
Bella turned her head to look at him with a worried expression. Paul saw this and chuckled, "Are you scared, Baby? Don't you trust me? Don't answer; just nod your head yes or no!"
Bella nodded her head "yes" in affirmation and Paul picked up the crop.
"Baby doll, get off the floor, but you have to do it exactly how I instruct you to. Go from all fours, to kneeling then stand up straight. Put your arms out and in front of you then turn to face the bed. Once you do that take three steps forward. Left foot, right foot, left foot. When you reach the bed, lean over, turn your head away from me, and place your cuffed hands out in front of you."
Bella looked perplexed. She opened her mouth to ask a question, but when Paul took a step forward with the blindfold and riding crop, she shut it quickly.
"Baby, I am trying to be patient but I don't got all fucking night you little cunt! Get the fuck up now before I give you an incentive to move faster!"
Paul reached down, grabbed her by the arm, and dragged her over to the bed. When the got there, he motioned for her to lie like he instructed and she did. As soon as, Bella was stretched out before him, he quickly reached down and yanked his boxers off her body.
Bella let out a mixture of a whine and yelp. However, she had no time to prepare for what happened next. Paul positioned himself behind her and hovered over her body. He dragged the riding crop up from the back of her right thigh; then over her right, soft, and flushed cheek.
Paul moaned into her right ear, "Oh, Baby doll, I forgot to tell you that I am about to give you a punishment. Not because you let Jake mind fuck you, but because you're not following my instructions."
At that very moment, Paul could feel Bella's knees wobble underneath him. Of course, Paul smirked and took the opportunity to have a bit more fun with her, "You like that don't you? What is going on in that dirty little mind of yours?"
He stood up then and started to whack at her plump, round, flesh with the crop. Bella groaned at first but then she started to sigh, as if he was massaging her with hot oils or something. Paul was rather pleased with her response.
"You know I am starting to think you like being a bad girl," Paul was obviously stating a fact because Bella continued to moan.
"Baby, these are the rules; First, don't look at me unless I order you to. Second, when I say do something you had better not hesitate! Third rule, you better cum more than once or I'll have to start all over again."
Paul chuckled at the last statement because Bella started to grind into the mattress. In an effort, to get some relief to the tension that was mounting inside her. He was more than pleased with Bella. Why had he been afraid to let loose with her?
"Ok, I think you've learned your lesson," Paul put the riding crop down and kneeled behind Bella.
He immediately started to massage her rose stained, apple bottom with his strong and nimble fingers. Bella slid closer to the edge of the bed and wiggled her butt a little as if she was giving a burlesque show or something. Clearly, it was an effort to bring her apple bottom, or more importantly; her dripping, heated, center closer to his face.
Paul let out a throaty laugh and responded, "Baby Doll, are you trying to ask for something? You can respond either, 'Yes, Mister Lahote or No, Mister Lahote.' Please respond now."
Bella stumbled over her words but they came out loud and clear, "Yes, Mister Lahote!"
"Good, very good Bella. Now, what exactly do you want me to do? You can respond now," Paul, answered as his hands inched closer to her wet entrance.
At the same time, he leaned over and kissed her bottom. Bella cried out in response to the action and her leg went out bring her on the floor in front of him. Paul didn't miss a beat as he scooped he up off the floor.
In one fluid motion, Paul was standing up with Bella in his arms. He placed her on the bed as he studied her flushed face. It was in that moment that Paul knew he had made his point. Paul had shown her that Doms come in all forms.
"Bella, are you alright? I didn't hurt you or anything," concern was heavily laced into his soft words.
Paul slid onto the bed beside her and started stroking her thigh. His heated hand crept higher until it slipped under the borrowed shirt she was wearing. He sighed, "Bella you can look at me now, please look at me."
While he waited for her to so as he asked his eyes roamed over her body from head to toe. She turned to look at him just as his eyes were making their way back up to her face. They both gave each other a devious smirk.
"Mister Lahote, you asked for me to look at you. So, am I supposed to be looking at something in particular?" Bella's voice went up like a naughty child being caught with their hands in the cookie jar.
She even licked her pink, puffy, lips at him and moaned. That did it! Paul changed his mind once again and now he hovered over her body like a dark cloud. He growled at her before his lips started fighting with hers.
"Bella, I was about to be kind but you bring out the animal in me," Paul panted out between heated kisses.
At the same time, Bella spread her legs wide so that Paul's bulging hardness began to rub against her painfully, swollen nub. They both hissed in response to the contact. Paul's eyes closed tight as he began to imagine all the ways he could make her scream out in mixture of pleasure and pain.
"Mister Lahote, do you think I've earned the pleasure of being un-cuffed now? If Mister Lahote, sets my hands free I can give his big, thick, throbbing, love muscle a massage."
Bella's voice became light and sultry as she breathed the words into his chest. Paul pressed harder into her then and began to nip at her neck. He couldn't answer her right now because Paul was too hard to think straight. This little mousy girl was lethal!
In the blink of an eye, Paul reached up to the collar of Bella's t-shirt with both hands. His strong grasp tore the shirt to shreds in no time flat. Then he reached into his pants pocket and produced a key, which Paul used immediately to set Bella's hands free.
"Since you want your hands free, I have take your sight away, alright? Nod 'yes or no,' now."
Naturally, she nodded her head yes before the words made it all the wait out of his mouth. Paul slid down her body till his hand landed on the blindfold near the edge of the bed. Once he had it in his possession, Paul began his ascent back up her body leaving hot, opened mouth kisses until he reached her neck.
They both were panting by the time Paul placed the black, silky blindfold over her eyes. Bella's hands went to work almost immediately on his belt buckle; then she proceeded to unbutton and lower the zipper on his trousers. While all this was going on, Paul had his mouth attached to crook of her neck where he was nibbling at her soft, sweet flesh.
As soon as Bella started to push his trousers off his body, Paul pulled away from her and kicked them off quickly. He wasted no time in slinging his shirt off either. However, Paul slowed down when he looked at Bella's body lying exposed and ready for him.
In the dim light of the room, her pale, flushed skin seemed to glow in the moonlight. Paul licked his lips in anticipation and dove right in between her opened thighs. He growled softly as his soft, wet tongue began to twirl along her heated, soaked honey pot.
"Bella you're absolutely beautiful. You're perfect in every way that counts, but more importantly you are perfect for me," Paul breathed out the words as he continued to dine in her oval office.
If Bella's moans, screams, and curse words were any indication, Paul definitely had perfected his technique in this area. He decided to up the ante and redirected his tongue to pulsate over her pleasure center. That must have set off something inside them both because Bella screamed out his name and closed her thighs around Paul's face.
Paul chuckled as he grabbed onto her thighs and pinned them into the bed.
"Baby, if you suffocate me how am I going to finish you off?"
"Sorry, Mister Lahote I got carried away. I promise not to do it again," Bella, panted out the apology as her hands started to creep toward her rock, hard, pink pebbles.
"Oh no, you don't," he growled the order at Bella and her hands stopped dead in their tracks.
Paul could no longer play around anymore. He covered her body instantly as his eager, hot, moist mouth latched on to her perky pebble. At the same time, his thick and nimble fingers slid inside her opening. Bella bowed her body against him in an effort to force not just his finger deeper inside her; but she wanted his mouth to cover of her jiggly flesh.
"You're such a good girl. So, I'll let you cum all over my hands but you have to promise me something first," Paul had his mouth pressed right next to Bella's left ear as he reached and removed the blindfold from her eyes.
"Bella look at me now!"
Of course, Bella followed his command as if she had been playing this game all her life. Paul smirked for a moment at the thought, and then pressed on.
"Bella, listen to me and then repeat exactly what I say. Paul, I belong to you. My body is yours, my mind is yours, and most importantly, my sweet, tight, pretty temple belongs to you alone. I will never again let anyone come near my sacred place but you."
Bella looked into Paul's shining eyes and she could see the unspoken hurt they held. Clearly, this was important to him. As much as it seemed to turn Paul on in the past to watch his submissives engage in sexual acts with other Doms in front of him, his Bella was different. Even though Paul refused to make Bella, feel bad about what had happened with Jake today; she could still see that it was a soft spot for him. She vowed never to be the reason for the look in his eyes tonight.
She eagerly repeated what he said word for word. When she finished Paul sighed in relief as he leaned in and kissed her softly on her sweet lips. He picked up the pace of his hand thrust and started to maneuver his thumb in small, tight circles over her extremely swollen nub.
It could have been seconds or maybe even hours because time seemed to stand still as the two lovers looked longingly in each other's eyes. Neither of them blinked. Suddenly, Bella started thrusting her pelvis into his hand with an aggression close to a she wolf on the prowl.
"That's it just let go Bella. I'm ordering you to cum right now!"
As soon as the words left his lips, Bella's body went into the longest orgasm she had ever experienced. Her whole lower body went numb as she quaked underneath Paul's warm body. Bella closed her eyes tight and saw shooting colors, lights, and visions on how every night could end just like this.
Meanwhile, Paul kept up a steady stream of devotion in her ear. He made all kinds of promises, but he never said the three little words Bella wanted to hear. However, it was there laced in between the lines.
She could feel it in his touch, or the way he watched her with caring and loving eyes. Bella knew that in so many words he loved her, yet his past made him protective of his heart. Paul could feel Bella's movements slow down as he kissed along her jaw.
"What about you? Just give me an hour and I'll do whatever you want," Bella panted as Paul's warm hands caressed her leg.
Paul looked up at her face and asked her the million-dollar question, "So, does Jake still hold the number one spot or what? Enquiring minds want to know?"
Even though he chuckled, Bella knew Paul was serious. She pulled herself together to respond, "Mr. Paul Lahote, you went far beyond anything anyone has ever done to me or for me. What happened between Jacob and I means nothing to me now. He's not even on my radar."
Once the last word slipped out of her mouth, he engulfed her in a world stopping, heart-pumping kiss. They both began to paw at each other. Bella felt her strength returning. She proceeded to reach down and guided his painfully hard shaft inside her still quaking core.
They both moaned out in pleasure as Paul pulled both of her legs onto his shoulders and pounded into her rapidly. Bella had her eyes closed tight until he ordered her to look him in the eyes. She did and he watched her as she licked her lips, reached her hand toward his face, and then slid one of her fingers inside.
He groaned at seeing her boldness. This was the start of something special. This could be the start of something new and beautifully dark in Paul's life. He knew in that moment that they were both free to be themselves now.
"Mr. Lahote, I just want to thank you...I want to thank you for setting me free and teaching me to love in a whole new way," Bella moaned out the words in a long labored breath.
Paul looked into her eyes. There was that dreaded four-letter word again. Love always equaled pain for him but maybe pain was the way to love. A true and everlasting love.
He held on to that thought as he began to explode deep inside her. This set off a shorter but powerful quake inside of Bella. Paul moved inside her until their spasms subsided.
As a result, they both were utterly drained. He managed to roll them to their sides and they continued to look into each other eyes. He caressed her skin softly making tiny swirls in her skin.
"Bella, one more thing, since Jake is no longer an issue, I need you to swear on all that is sacred to us that you will never speak to him without consulting me first. You are never to be alone with him from this moment on because you're mine and mine alone!"
Paul growled out the words and Bella quickly swore her allegiance to him. They curled up into each other's arms and soon were fast asleep. That night, Paul's mind took him to new heights. He dreamed of a life with Bella.
It was a cool night when Paul embraced his dark side and Bella loved every second of it. The next morning would bring new challenges but for right now these two dark lovers had each other.
Author's Note: I hope you all enjoyed this glance into the romantic side of being in a BDSM relationship. I can only speak to my experience in the lifestyle. I have nothing but positive things to say. Remember, that this is work of fiction and should be treated as such. The parts of my life I sprinkle in here are mainly my attempt to educate the masses that love can be defined in many ways, many colors, and many shapes.
"Forever Yours, Forever Mine, Forever Ours" paraphrased from Ludwig van Beethoven-Immortal Beloved
Little BDSM Fairy