before she pushes herself down on me. We both groan in unison, and I see that my quest for sleep is
really to be abandoned.“Excuse for fucking, huh?”Her grin broadens.“Come on, three minutes, what do you call that? I don't care if you're tired, if you don't satisfy myneeds in the playroom, you better do it here!” God, I love it when she's all demanding, like now whenshe's smirking down at me and starting to roll her hips slowly against mine. My hands run over herthighs up to her waist, but she'll have none of that, grabbing my wrists and pushing them into thepillow next to my head as she leans over my body.I grin up at her, not even trying to shake her off, and instead crane my neck so that I can suck hernipple into my mouth. Bella laughs throatily, then moans as she feels my teeth worrying her nippleslightly.“I love it when you do that,” she tells me, but when I try to extricate my hands from hers, she justsqueezes my wrists harder. “No, no, you had your fun tormenting my poor boobs! I'm still all tender,so you better be nice to them!”I suck a little harder until she moans again before I let go and show her other nipple the sameattention. Her sweet moans urge me on, and before long I'm pushing my hips up to meet hers, butletting her pick the pace. My lips then travel on as I kiss and lick every part of her chest that I canreach.Bella shifts her body anew and I grunt when I can no longer nuzzle into the promised land of her tits,but then her lips find mine, and I don't care anymore. She lowers herself onto my chest until I'mcarrying her whole weight, her tits pressed against me now. Her hands let go of my wrists and herfingers run through my hair, idly playing with my locks before she tugs on them hard. I groan in mockprotest, before I reach down and slap her ass playfully. Bella grunts and deepens the kiss, making meforget what I wanted to do. My hands remain on her ass, pushing her against my thrusts, all tirednessswept away.Then she goes rigid and throws her head back, letting me see the beatific look on her face as sheclimaxes, again. I let go, a few more thrusts into her and I come deep inside of her. Bella sags backdown onto me and I hug her close as I kiss her jaw softly.“Better now?” I finally break the silence.She chuckles. “Somewhat.”“Somewhat? Do I really have to get up and bend you over the living room couch and fuck you intooblivion?”“Okay, you win, I'm satisfied. For now.” I laugh as I hug her closer, then turn around to spoon her once again.Maybe I’ll get lucky and she'll leave me be now.I'm without a doubt the happiest man alive. Waking up with Bella next to me, still asleep with her mouth slightly open –my new favorite sight.Or not quite so new, considering that since we hooked up she's been sleeping in my bed wheneverthere was a chance that I would use it during the night at some point, but I think it will never lose itsnovelty. I can spend hours gazing at her, although I don't tell her, because she’ll think it's creepy. Idon't intend to stop doing it any time soon though.The shrilling of her alarm clock breaks my Bella watching meditation, and I spend the next tenminutes kissing and groping her. At first she is still grumpy because she has to get up, then sheprotests, but it doesn't take much to persuade her to give in to me.Too bad that I don't realize that she really means it when she tells me that she has to leave in fifteenminutes once she finally escapes my grasp and runs into the bathroom, so I find myself sitting alone inthe kitchen for breakfast. I decide to cut my losses and take my bowl of cereal outside onto theterrace, and on second thought fetch the OJ carton, too. It's only half the fun drinking it when Bellacan't catch me, but at least I can claim consistency with my rebellious action.I love our new condo. Close to the bay, in walking distance from Bella's job, only ten minutescommute to the hospital. The lower floor is pretty much one huge room, with picture windows thatopen onto the terrace on one side. If we decide to have kids, we'll have to move again, but for themoment it's perfect.Bella wanted to move, and I didn't protest for a second. Best decision ever.There are just too many memories I want to forget in the old house, and I'm sure she's not doing betterin that aspect.Esme found it for us, and for once in my life I'm happy my mom meddled.She never admits it, but I'm pretty sure that she's been looking for something ever since she heard ofmy word vomit proposal. The tour with the realtor she dragged me along on I will probably neverforget. Her astute, “My son likes to bang on things so we need something with good sound proofing”made me keel over laughing. Not that I really care what the realtor thinks. The previous owner wasdrummer in a band, and I'm sure we'll never exceed those noise levels.Unless I spank Bella outside on the terrace, which I think I'm going to do next weekend. I know howmuch she likes to whimper, moan, and cry out when I bend her over my knee, should be interesting tosee what she'll do when she has to stay silent.Of course now my cock is unbearably hard, but I keep myself from wanking out here. Even I havelimits of what I'll do, and without Bella indecent behavior is only half the fun. When I'm done munching my Frosted Flakes, I take the used dish inside and leave it in the dishwasher before I dress and leave the house. I'm early for my shift, with half an hour to spare, so I dropby Beth's for a coffee and a quick chat.Just my luck that Beth isn't manning the counter, and I groan inwardly as Raven perks up when shesees me come inside. I have to admit, she's attractive, and if she weren't riding the Goth wave a littletoo hard, and wasn’t working for Beth, I might have hit that in times of need, but as it is I try to limitconversations with her to an absolute minimum.Raven knows what I am, and that's the only reason she's trying to follow me around like a fawninglittle fangirl. She's not really into BDSM, but apparently her world view dictates that she find herselfsome asshole who consistently ignores or abuses her. I've never given her any reason to believe thatI'm even moderately interested in her, but she's persistent.Unless Beth discourages her, I don't think she'll ever give up. But at least that keeps her from fallingfor that aforementioned kind of guy, so I suffer my lot, mostly, in silence.“Master Edward, it's so good to welcome you back to our humble establishment,” she drawls, battingher black rimmed eyes at me.I can't help it, I smirk, because seriously, I'm standing here in my old Nikes and Scrubs, it doesn't getany farther from your stereotypical Mean Dom look. And Bella must be the only one I everencountered who gets that randy look on her face when she sees me in scrubs. Not that I mind herscrubs fetish, I mean who protests getting attacked by their girlfriend the moment they come home, butI really don't see the appeal.Sadly, Raven takes my involuntary mirth as a sign, and dons an even more flirtatious look as she leanstowards me over the counter. She's tall and reed thin, so the move exposes a sliver of skin on herlower back as the silk corset she's wearing rides up. I tell myself again that in fact I'd never have hitthat, as in spanking, as she's just too frail. Nothing against skinny women, but I like to dig my fingersinto some ass, and not have to worry if I'll bruise myself on those hip bones.“Will you come to the play party in three weeks? Mistress Beth will be sending out invitations soon,but I thought it more prudent to ask you firsthand, Sir.”Again I have to bite my tongue to keep from laughing. It's sentences like that that always kill me. Herboss, who she knows is my close friend, and a Domme, is inviting people, but she is asking me tocome? If she really were all about protocol, she would never do that. Or look me in the eye, for thatmatter. Not that I give a shit about that, but Raven is as fake as the flunkies get.“Thank you, Raven, I don't know yet if we have time, I'll have to ask Bella first. Maybe we'll showup.”As expected, my answer takes all the wind from her sails. Mentioning the fact that I have a fiancéealways does, and the notion that I even consider asking her first must be among the most unthinkablethings for Raven.Thankfully, Beth's cheery voice keeps me from adding something sarcastic that might actually hurt thepoor girl, and I turn with a smile to greet my dear friend.“Eddie, so nice of you to drop by again!”I snort, and after hugging Beth, I chuckle.“So good to see you again, Bethany! I'm so sorry I couldn't make it sooner, but you know how it is,real life gets in the way.” Her murderous glare at using her full name actually makes me blanch alittle, and I have to remind myself that I'm no longer her sub. I should also stay away from herplayroom for the next few weeks, because I know she can be slow to forgive. Still, calling me Eddieof all things has to be met with equal nastiness.Her grin at seeing me go white is as bright as ever, and after a moment it also reaches her eyes.“I know, I know, busy times when it's been months since you showed up at any of our parties. Or eventhe Sunday munch. If I didn't know better I'd think you're trying to hide Bella from us!”Raven
“And what makes you think that Bella's any different when I help her with her corset and send her offto work with a whispered promise to have her ride me hard before I help her back out of it again?”Beth smiles, pacified again.“Touché.”“And I won't make her wear the corset if she doesn't like it. But I know she's been looking at someonline, so I don't think that will happen.”“She showed you?”I shake my head, and steel myself for the tongue lashing that will inevitably follow now.”“No, it came up in her browser history.”Beth's glare is deadly.“Tell me you did not go through her computer.” Sighing, I shake my head.“I was just checking my emails, too lazy to get my own laptop, while Bella was upstairs getting readyfor work. I only peeked at the last visited links in the URll bar.”“Accidentally violating her privacy, wow, one of these days I'll actually believe you when you tellme something 'just happened'.” Her scorn grates but I can't really say anything to d
up her chest.“Stop it! I still have to finish my column; I have to send it to Ben for approval first thing in themorning!”I mumble a string of profanities into her warm skin in between messy kisses, but stop when shepushes lightly on my shoulders.“Edward, I really mean it. Twenty minutes, then I'm all yours, okay?” I really don't want to move, butI can't resist her when she smiles like this.After a last kiss on her stomach I retreat to the other end of the couch again, and try to focus on theshow. I just close my eyes for a moment, but I must have dozed off, as the TV is off and the lights aredimmed when I open them again. I'm instantly grumpy that my insane job has once again cost me anice evening romp on the couch, but then I feel warm lips running over my abs and, belatedly. lookdown.During my slumber one of my legs must have slipped off the couch, and now Bella is kneeling on thefloor before me, her hands on my thighs while she's kissing wet lines down my
what I mean. I protest, of course, because that's what I do, but we both know that I'm terribly easy topersuade that it's a good thing when you have your hand inside my pants! Oh, and that solemnlyswearing I only believe when you end that sentence with 'I'm up to no good'.”I roll my eyes at her and grumble something under my breath about pop culture references, but she justlooks too cute, all agitated from her accusation. She's right, of course, but I'm trying to be good andreally mean it.“Beth and Gerard will be there, and Peter and Charlotte, too, rest assured that I will behave myselfjust because one half of them would have my ass for being stupid, and the other would frown upon myimproper behavior.After all I have a reputation to uphold, and as much as I love to tease you, I'm not going to get bannedfrom any community events just because I feel like biting your juicy ass in front of everyone.”For some reason my half-assed argumentation seems to work, as Bella
Yesterday it all sounded so perfect. Why then am I shitting my pants today? It's not like I haven't done any joint scene planning before. Beth and Peter both helped me when I had my first sub, and I've always talked everything through in detail with Charlotte when she let me tie her up. Over the years I've been doing it over and over again with subs I've only played with for a scene or two. Why the anxiety now? It's not even a rational fear, just a feeling in my gut. As if Bella would laugh at me if I say something stupid. It's ridiculous, really, but it won't go away, as much as I try to get a grip on myself. I spent the whole day fretting over what to tell her, but by the time I'm home again, I still haven't come up with an idea that I think is worthy of the occasion. It suddenly seems as if we've done everything at least five times already, and try as I might, nothing really new comes to my mind. Bella is of course ecstatic to have me home again, jumping into my arms and k
really seem opposed to that at all, as I find out when she answers me.“I think I really like that idea. So what was the other, sensation based scene?”As she's already so hot and bothered, I figure I can be more daring than I thought at first.“Remember when I blindfolded you the last time? How that heightened what you felt?”Her nod is eager, and I hear her breath pick up. “Yes.”“I want to do something like that again, only go a little further. You just have to trust me.”“I always trust you.”I'm not sure she really does, but she trusts me enough, and scenes like the one on my mind willhopefully further that trust.“Good. Because I want to blindfold you, and then I want to gag you, and then I want to tie you up in away that you can't really move anymore. I promise you, I won't leave your side, but you'll have noway of knowing what I'm up to. And even though I'll just touch you, kiss you and caress you gently,you won't see it coming, you won't anticipate anything.”
The vision of Bella on her knees, frustrated and horny, begging me to just let her come nearly makesme spill my load, and I decide that I will definitely do that, if it's only for one day. I always lovebeing the reason for why she's writhing and moaning, but taking our play time a step farther into reallyexerting control over her and not just aiming for her pleasure with a kinky background is a whole newturn-on for me. I don't know if she'll like it, but I have to try at least once.But right now I have to fuck her, and make her come screaming on my cock, and that's exactly whatI'm about to do.Bella moans loudly as I push into her, savoring the sensation of her hot, wet cunt around me. I'mforcing her to stand on her tip toes, so she's tighter than usual, making this even more fun for me. Ikeep my hand clapped over her mouth while I start fucking her, deep and fast enough to slam herthighs and hips into the table, my other hand digging into her waist to keep her stab
exactly. I just don't want your tongue in my butt today!”Her voice is all high pitched and frantic, and I just can't stop myself, I have to laugh at her shriek. Fora moment Bella's just staring at me, before the look of panic morphs into something close to a sneer.“Why are you laughing like that? It's so not funny! I also don't understand why your one goal in lifeseems to be to constantly embarrass me!”“Okay, okay, calm down, I'm not laughing at you,” I try to pacify her, but of course she doesn't buy it.“Sure you are!”I sigh and try to show some unique chagrin so she'll calm down again.“Okay, yes, I admit it, I just laughed at you, but just because you're so fucking adorable when youblush like that. It doesn't happen too often anymore, you know?” I lean closer and look deep into hereyes, while I cup her still flaming cheeks with my hands. “I adore your blush. And I love you.Forgive me?”She's already grinning when I add the last two sentences and I can literall