A slight frown appears on her forehead, but instead of protesting she's quickly craning her neck, tryingto reach my cock. It's quite amusing to see her fight against her restrains, but when she finally laps atthe head of my cock with her pink tongue, I can't quite stifle a groan. That in turn makes her grin,earning herself a glare and my cock shoved deep into her mouth.Bella recovers quickly and once she has figured out how she has to turn her head so that she can notonly suck on my cock but also move up and down on it, she's doing a good job pleasing me. I watchher, the sight doing just as much for me as the heavenly sensation of her hot mouth on me. I considerholding back, but I know that I will be all wound up myself if I keep flogging her without my releasesoon.I can tell that she's growing tired fast, the added strain of not being able to move freely demanding itstoll, so before long I step away, and tell her to jerk me off with her hand instead. In the playro
Before long I feel my need to come grow stronger, though taking her like this is nice, and I'm sure Icould keep it up for a longer while. Still, I'm a little concerned with the strain I'm putting on her. Afterall, I want her to enjoy herself, even when I force things like the nipple clamps on her that shewouldn't have asked for. So I decide to change my own rules – after all, it's my call to do with her asI please.Bella groans when I pull out of her completely, but I ignore her protest and reach for the ropes tountie her legs. Even after the restraints are gone she remains in the same position, and I see hertremble more strongly than before.A hurt filled gasp, which has nothing to do with the kind of pain I want her to feel, escapes her when Igrab her hips and force her legs together. The grimace is gone from her face after the moment her backneeds to straighten, and she remains kneeling like that on the bench without moving further. Her ass iseven higher in the
“Because you have light marks on your upper back, and I remember that the dress left you uncoverednearly down to your ass, right?” Where the marks are even worse, but I'm sure that I don't have toworry about anyone but me seeing them—ever.Bella stops and glances back at me, before she turns around and tries to get a better look at her bodyin the mirrored walls.“Seriously? That didn't even really hurt. I mean, compared to what you did to my hoo ha, or my butt.”No, she didn't – again – I groan inwardly. This is slowly outgrowing the term running gag, andbordering on torture.“Your what?”Bella grins back at me over her shoulder.“My hoo ha.”“I'm sure that's not a real word.”“It is, I looked it up, it's in the urban dictionary, so it's technically a word.” And that's the answerfrom someone who's an English Lit major.“With what, two entries? Compared to the ten pages of unnecessary explanations for 'cunt' and'pussy'?”“I don't care,” she shoots back as she step
and my left hip is acting up a little. I also feel like my left arm might be sore tomorrow, the flogger bedamned. I usually complain that my weird working schedule keeps us from playing more often, but Ithink that would likely end with one or both of us in dire need of physical therapy before long. AndI'm only twenty-four, I have no idea how I'll survive doing this when I'm forty. Maybe I should havegone for orthopedic surgery instead of trauma after all.I feel my mood lifting slightly as the vibe of the club draws me in. The beat of the music is calling tome, slowly chasing away the bad thoughts with the allure of rhythm and dancing. Even though she hasa history of clumsy accidents, Bella loves to dance, and who am I to deny her the chance to wriggleher ass against my crotch for extended amounts of time? We even went to a salsa dancing course thissummer, a rather funny and very rewarding experience, although our instructors were less thanamused by our constant qui
I'm laughing so hard that I nearly fall from my chair when Bella launches herself at me, and the suddenadded weight makes pain radiate from my hip. Ah, the joys of age and of being a randy bastard. Itwould be easy to subdue the snarling yet tired bundle of energy on my lap, but I let her punch meplayfully a few times before I shut her up with a deep kiss. She melts against me, but only for asecond, then she's biting my bottom lip and retreating to her own seat, my insatiable vixen. I considerpicking her up and molesting her in one of the dark corners of the huge room right this minute, butAlice's glare is enough to tame my raging libido to a simmering need.Ever since the incident, as Alice refers to it, whatever I do is frowned upon when it comes with eventhe slightest hint of innuendo. A chaste kiss or innocent touch is okay, but anything more involved thanthat, and Miss Brandon is frowning her disapproval for everyone to see. If Bella initiates it Alice atleast h
orders. Because now the three of us share the confidence of a tree mold Bella and I get some avocadoand mango quesadillas, and Jazz gets his with ham and sour cream. Alice seems pacified enough andmore than happy to fill the heavy silence with not exactly amusing tales of how her assistant nearlyruined her latest clothing line.By the time the order arrives I'm in dire need of a divine intervention or some booze, preferably both,and Bella doesn't look too happy, either. The food at least is holding up to expectations, even thoughthe company is somewhat lacking.We're halfway through the quesadillas when Alice gets up, immediately grumpy when Bella doesn'tinstantly surge to her feet to follow.“Alice, I really don't have to go to the bathroom ...”“Come on, girl-talk time!”Apparently all women belong to a secret society so evasion is impossible, and after a last, somewhatpanicked look at me, Bella joins Alice, and they leave Jazz and me behind to guard the food, or
“Let me guess, one of the girls has been the other's girlfriend, right? Only rivalry over some pussy canget guys this riled up.” I stare at her, but her bright grin doesn't even falter.“Nope. Good guess, but completely off.”The waitress taps one lacquered nail against the wood of the bar.“That's weird, really, because I remember you two being pretty tight. I mean your friend's JasperWhitlock, and you're Edward Cullen.” I'm not even surprised that she knows Jazz, I wouldn't even besurprised to find out that she knows him, but usually his skanks don't recognize me, and I'd certainlyremember her if she'd been one of our few mutual pickups.Contrary to him I remember all the faces and names of the girls I've fucked.I still have to ask, out of curiosity.“Oh, I've been working at Zero's before I got the job here, I remember you guys hanging out theresometimes. Come to think of it,” she muses, then puts the small dish with the orange and lime slicesnext to the shots be
Only that I never actually get her fly open because her fingers wrap around my wrists and effectivelystop me in mid motion. I whine and try to shake her off, but she's clearly doing the stopping I washoping she would do earlier, only that now it's most unwelcome.“Edward, stop! You need towe need toAlice and Jazz will be lookingfor us!”Her words hit me like a freight train, and I need a few seconds to drag my mind out of the gutter andher panties. When I look into her face I see that she's flushed and worked up, but her eyes arepleading with me, and she's clearly not asking for my cock.A wave of rejection follows the initial confusion, and even though the very small part of me that is infact still able to do some thinking is telling me that she's not rejecting me, it hurts. So. Fucking. Much.Rationality quickly follows my horniness into the abyss, and I close my eyes and pinch the bridge ofmy nose in order to restrain myself. I don't know what exactly I want t