*^*A Taste of Honey*^* ~ SoapyMayhem
"I'm taking you to see
my apartment in Seattle tomorrow…"
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Chapter 23 **Open**
**Edward
Cullen**
"You don't have a brother, so you couldn't possibly understand the
effect that seeing his lily white ass is going to have on have on my
psyche," Alice told Isabella, pouting petulantly.
Hours had passed since she'd caught me and my baby girl in the throes of
passion, and she was still griping
about it.
"Well, maybe you should try picking up a phone if you're planning
to come home early," I suggested. By now I'd become tired of apologizing -
her complaining was starting to piss me off.
She prattled on saying she was going to move back to her penthouse
apartment in Seattle, but then changed her tune when she remembered my offer to
let her and Jasper use the estate for the wedding.
"I walked in on my parents… doing it… when I was about
twelve," Bella admitted trying to show some empathy for my sister's
feelings. "It was pretty shocking, and things were awkward between us for
the next few days, but I got over it."
I knew it was hard for Isabella to mention her parents, so I smiled
proudly at her for sharing, then cast a quick glance in Alice's direction.
She looked like she was about say something, but I set her straight
fast, I was getting sick of her attitude. "Just drop it, Alice. It won't
happen again," I told her, though the words hung heavily on my lips,
causing my mood to sour even more. It probably wouldn't happen again. We wouldn't have much opportunity since
Isabella would be leaving for school in just a few short weeks, spending the
majority of her time taking classes, doing homework.
Maybe I could find excuses to be with her more than just for the
occasional sleepover or dinner date. Maybe I could convince her to stay at my
apartment in the city with me…
"Edward?" she asked snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Sorry… what?" I asked feeling bad that I hadn't been giving
her my full attention.
"I asked if you wanted more manicotti," Isabella offered
politely, holding the casserole dish ready to offer me more if I was still
hungry.
"Please," I told her, affectionately caressing her lower back
as she served me more of her delicious baked pasta.
"I saw Dad and Esme today," Alice mentioned conversationally,
not meeting my eyes. Oh well, maybe her awkwardness around me would be cause
for her to leave me alone more often. "Dad wanted to make sure you were
bringing Bella to the barbecue Friday." She looked over at Isabella,
smiling, "They're both excited to meet you."
"I'd planned on it. Unless there are other things you'd prefer to
be doing?" I answered before posing my own question to Isabella.
"I'd love to meet the rest of your family," she replied with a
nervous smile.
"Jasper's coming home for a few days. He looks forward to eating
Esme's shrimp etouffee and her creole black eyed peas every year - well we all
do really. Esme makes the best Cajun food," Alice gushed excitedly.
"Isabella enjoys spicy food, don't you, baby girl?" I asked
smiling, remembering when I took her to the Thai restaurant in Seattle before
her first day with me at the estate.
Alice groaned, snapping me out of my memories before clattering her
dishes in the sink and leaving in the room without excusing herself.
Rude little…
"Gosh, she's cranky," Isabella observed "She must be
really stressed out."
"I suppose… she's pretty much been planning this wedding since she
was a little girl, and with the fashion show and Jasper out of the country so
often, she's probably starting to feel the pressure. Don't worry about her,
though. She'll manage… she always does."
~*AToH*~
"Is it too short?" Isabella asked worriedly, fiddling with the
hem of her sun dress. It was the same dress she wore a few days earlier when I
fingered her in the music room.
That day… fuck I would never forget how fucking hot that was. It wasn't even a scene in the playroom, but as hot
and kinky as it was, it sure felt like one. I'd been wanting to try that ever
since I saw Isabella's cello propped up in her room. That was the whole reason
I'd asked her to leave it in the music room in the first place - just so I
could tease her and play with her pussy while she tried to play something that
was at least intelligible.
We were definitely trying that again.
I looked down at Isabella's long legs thinking about how good they felt
wrapped around me or thrown over my shoulders.
"Not to me," I replied with a playful smirk. She swatted at
me, waiting for a serious response to her question. "It's perfect, baby.
You're perfect."
Yeah… that fucking dress wasn't nearly as short as I would have liked at
the moment, but I knew I'd be grateful later. I didn't want anyone looking at
my baby girl but me. She sighed, and continued fidgeting with her dress.
Apparently, my response had done little to soothe her worries.
"They're going to love you. I swear," I told her, knowing she
was really worried about the dress.
She was afraid of meeting my parents. It was obvious she was still
nervous, worried that my family was going to dislike her or find our
relationship inappropriate. I knew they wouldn't, but no matter how much I
tried to reassure her, it didn't seem to ease her stress. I supposed that she
just have to see for herself.
.
.
The ferry to Bainbridge Island never seemed to last as long as it had
when I was a child spending summers on the pebbled beaches. Even as a young
adult, I made the trip whenever I flew home from college and Mom or Dad would
head into the city to pick me up from the airport.
But now, as an adult, the ride always seemed to go by in a flash.
Briefly, I wondered if it felt that way for Isabella.
"It's beautiful isn't it?" I asked, wrapping my arms around
her protectively as we watched the island begin to come in to view. A gentle
ocean breeze blew a loose strand of her hair back, tickling my ear. Smiling, I
reached up and tucked it back in its place.
"I can't believe you grew up here," she told me, her voice a
bit calmer and full of wonder.
"Just during the summer, but sometimes those summers felt like a
lifetime…" I trailed off, not elaborating. In my head I remembered the
summer I came home from college and found that my mother had been diagnosed
with cancer a month earlier. She and my dad had made the decision not to tell me
until I finished that semester out of fear that I would drop everything and
return home. They were correct in that assumption, but I was still pissed.
It was my choice to make, well… it should have been.
The resentment that followed mom's death because of that lost time, and
not to mention Carlisle's subsequent bout with alcoholism had all been factors
that pushed me away those few years that I left. After Mom died, I struggled to
forgive them for depriving me of that month - I could have spent it with her,
had more time to say goodbye.
So in-tuned to my emotions, Isabella turned in my arms and began hugging
me.
"Is this painful for you - coming back here?" she asked.
"It was, but now it feels good… like it brings me closer to
her."
~*AToH*~
By the time we arrived, most of the family was already present. Emmett
brought Rose and his parents - Uncle Liam and Aunt Maggie McCarty. While Alice
and Jasper, thankfully, did not bring Peter, there were still a few cousins
that I hadn't seen in a while and several little ones that I'd never seen
before.
We all tried to get together as often as we could but with careers and
other family obligations, we didn't always find the time.
As I went around proudly introducing Isabella as my girlfriend, I could
feel the anxiety practically radiating off of her. It seemed as if she'd been
so worried about meeting my Dad and Esme that she hadn't even realized she be
meeting the entire Cullen/Masen/McCarty clan as well.
Several of my uncles and older cousins flirted with her calling her lovely and pretty young thing and others asked her why she was wasting her
time on an old fart like me.
I knew the comments were all in good fun, but I couldn't help but worry
that Isabella was becoming upset by them. I was taking it all in stride,
knowing my family meant no harm, but Isabella just seemed to tense up more and
more.
"Let's go find my Dad and Esme, okay?" I told her pulling her
toward the patio where I spotted them both chatting, setting up plates, and
serving various sodas, and iced tea, from the outdoor kitchen.
Her hand tightened on mine, eyes wide and panicked. I stopped short
realizing her anxiety had finally gotten the best of her.
In an effort to help her calm down, I pulled her toward the trees where
we could have a minute of privacy.
"What color are we Isabella?" I asked her once we were finally
out of sight, trying to take control of the situation, testing her to see if
maybe she needed me to be 'Master' right now.
"Umm," she hesitated. She almost never hesitated in the
playroom. Obviously I knew this was different, but maybe it would help her to
be in that mindset.
I tugged on her platinum collar reminding her who she belonged to - who
she trusted.
"You trust me, baby girl?" I asked her firmly.
"Yes, Master," she replied certainly, gazing into my eyes so I
could see the truth in her words.
"Then believe me when I say that everything is going to be fine. I
made a promise to you that I would take care of you and protect you. Please
don't doubt that," I reminded before gripping her waist and pulling her
hard against me.
"What color?" I asked again, my lips inches from hers.
"Green, Master," she replied relaxing in my arms as my tongue
roughly invaded her sweet mouth.
Fuck yes.
I kissed her thoroughly for about a minute before I came to my senses,
realizing where we were.
"Come on." My hand found its place on the small of her back,
letting me guide her to the patio where my family stood, still preparing
dinner.
Dad's eyes lit up as soon as he saw me approaching, and then flickered
over to Isabella and back to me. He nodded with a smile, having noticed my
girl's obvious beauty.
"Good to see you again so soon, son," Dad greeted warmly,
shaking my hand. "And you must be the lovely Bella." His eyes
crinkled when he grinned at my baby girl, probably catching her off-guard by
how much we looked alike.
"Yes, Sir, it's nice to meet you, Mr. Cullen," she replied
shyly, but she didn't tense or squirm as she had before.
"Now, none of that Sir or Mr. Cullen nonsense, you call me
Carlisle, okay?" he told her.
"Is that your Bella? What a beautiful girl," I heard Esme gush
as soon as she spotted us.
Isabella's eyes went wide, taking in my stepmother - I knew exactly what
she was thinking too.
Esme looked young.
She wasn't much older than me, but she looked as if she was about ten
years younger than she actually was - instead of forty, she looked to be in her
late twenties to early thirties. Emmett had started calling her Step-M.I.L.F.
several years ago when she and my father first got married. I knew Emmett did
it to mess with me because he knew Esme was closer to my age than my father's.
Obviously I had no problem with the age difference, nor did I harbor any secret
attraction for my step mother, but he still ribbed me about nonetheless.
Unable to quell her maternal instincts, Esme immediately enveloped
Isabella in one of her strong, motherly hugs. Much to my surprise, my girl
didn't even flinch. In fact, she seemed to relax even more.
~*AToH*~
After introducing Isabella, she and Esme seemed to just click. It was
strange watching them together, talking like they were long-time best friends.
She always made me happy, but today I was even more happy than usual seeing her
connecting that way with another person, especially since she hadn't quite
taken to Alice and her bratty, shopaholic personality.
Esme seemed like she could be a good motherly influence on Isabella,
someone my girl could talk to when she couldn't come to me, or if she needed
someone to talk to about me.
I made a mental note to be sure to get them together in the future.
Before I knew it, we'd spent the day eating and talking, sipping
southern style sweet iced tea, and enjoying the spectacular fireworks show that
Dad put together as he did every year.
Isabella sighed happily leaning back in my arms as we watched the sky
explode into colorful stars that crashed like thunder. I could feel the
happiness radiating from her entire being and I couldn't help but smile. I'd
never felt so content.
"I love you," Isabella whispered just loud enough for me to
hear.
"Love you too, baby."
Time seemed to almost stand still, though it moved too fast for me.
Always on my mind was the fact that soon my baby girl was going to head out on
her own and grow into an amazing, independent woman.
I only hoped that she'd want me around to share that with her.
The breeze picked up again, filling the air with the scent of summer.
Isabella's hair was loose again and another strand got caught in the breeze,
blowing up to tickle my ear just as it had on the ferry - this time I let it
fly freely.
.
.
"Is there something bothering you?" Isabella asked from across
the table. I almost didn't realize she was talking to me, as I'd been lost in
my thoughts for several minutes.
"What?" I replied not expecting her to call me out on my
abnormally quiet behavior.
"I asked if there was something bothering you. You just seem… I
don't know… distant the last few days," she replied sadly.
"I'm sorry, baby. I guess I've got a lot on my mind," I told
her, hoping she wouldn't press further. I wasn't eager to have this
conversation - for Isabella to confirm my fears that she would in fact be
moving out as planned in just a few short weeks.
"Talk to me. What's wrong?" she asked climbing over to sit in my
lap. Wrapped in my arms, and with her fingers in my hair, rubbing soothingly
against my scalp, I felt so much calmer.
"I'm worried about you… what's going to happen at the end of the
summer… to us?" I asked her, biting the bullet. She stiffened slightly,
looking up into my eyes for a moment before looking away, a faint blush
coloring her cheeks.
"What?" I asked when she didn't immediately reply.
"It's just… I probably won't be able to get an apartment now,"
she said nervously. Before I could ask her what she was talking about, she
began explaining "I called around to some places near the school looking
for a small studio to rent. There weren't any - at least none that I could
afford. So then I called to see if I could possibly get into one of the dorms.
Apparently the Art Institute shares it's dorms with the University and there is
a mile-long waitlist now. The only other option would be for me to try to find
a house with a room I can share with other people, but I'll have to look on
Craigslist or something and then make appointments for interviews and wait to
be picked from probably dozens of applicants."
It took me a minute to really comprehend what she was telling me.
"That's not your only other option, baby girl," I told her,
trying to force the hopeful excitement out of my voice. I could tell how
disappointed she was and I didn't want to make her upset.
She turned toward me quickly, her eyes filled with the same hope I felt
bubbling inside me.
"It's not?" she asked with a shy grin.
"You know I love you, right? So of course I don't want us to be
separated."
"You don't?"
"Hell no, We'll figure something out. You know... I should spank
you for doubting me," I growled playfully.
"Maybe you should," she retorted before turning around in my
lap till she was straddling me, her long legs sliding across my thighs as she
moved to bring her heated sex against the straining bulge in my pants. I
groaned, my reactions completely out of control as she grinded against my hard
cock, making me want to rip the thin black yoga pants she was wearing right off
her tight little body "I can be bad girl, sir… a very bad girl."
Before I could react to her words, she climbed off my lap and ran out of
the kitchen giggling.
By the time I was up she was nowhere to be seen. Playing into her little
game, I looked around downstairs for several minutes wondering where she might
have been hiding.
"Hiding will only prolong the inevitable, Isabella. You know I will
find you, and when I do I will bend you over my knee and spank your bare ass
till it's nice and pink," I shouted so she could hear me.
I heard her giggling from somewhere upstairs and the sound went straight
to my cock. Quickly, I took the stairs two at a time, getting an odd sense of
Déjà vu as I caught sight of Isabella's discarded clothing scattered around the
floor near the hallway by my room.
Suddenly I was reminded of my dream - the first one that I had of
Isabella joining me in the playroom and how she begged me to work her over with
the rabbit fur flogger, but instead I gave her a few good swats with the riding
crop.
We hadn't planned to use the playroom again today, but the more I
thought about it, the more I knew I needed it.
Having felt so out of control over the last few days, worrying about
what Isabella was going to do when school started - I needed to regain my
confidence again. I needed something that only my girl could give me.
I had to find her first, though.
"Come out come out wherever you are," I called in a gleefully
evil tone, before unbuckling my belt and releasing the fastenings on my slacks.
With a low groan, I reached into my underwear, grabbing firmly onto my pulsing
cock and stroking the pierced head with the pad of my thumb.
Probably, looking like some kind of perverted maniac, I proceeded to
stalk up and down the hallway stroking myself, waiting for Isabella to come to
me.
"I am willing to bet that my naughty girl's pussy has thoroughly
soaked those tiny little scraps of fabric she calls panties," I growled
just imaging how wet Isabella could get when she was really turned on.
I thought I heard her moan from somewhere nearby, but I still didn't
seek her out. I needed her to come to me this time.
"Why don't you come out and let Master provide some relief from
that deep, deep ache between your sticky thighs," I said seductively,
deciding to try a different approach, needing her to know that I wanted her in
the playroom again.
"Master?" she said breathily. Before she could come out and
see me playing with myself, I tucked my cock back in my pants, not wanting to
put too much pressure on her in case she wasn't in the mood to scene.
"Come out Isabella. I have a few things I'd like to show you in the
playroom if your interested."
She came out of my bedroom, completely naked except for her collar and
an excited gleam in her eyes. It was obvious she was just as eager as I was to
get back to the playroom, but just to be sure I asked her permission.
"Would you like to join me in the playroom, Isabella?"
"Please, Master," she replied adamantly before falling in line
behind me so she could follow me to the playroom.
"Good, we're going to try something new tonight," I told her
softly, stroking her hair once she made her way to her floor pillow and
positioned herself in the inspection pose to wait for my instruction. "But
first you're going to take care of my cock and then I plan on spanking you for
teasing me the way you did in the kitchen."
Like a good girl, she sat still, listening to my words attentatively.
"Do you think that's fair?" I asked her, wanting an answer.
"More than fair, Master - I'm happy to serve you and take the
punishment I deserve," she replied with a shy smile.
"Perfect," I breathed stroking her cheek affectionately before
removing my shirt and taking my cock out again.
"Taste," I commanded positioning my cock in front her moist
pink lips. Her tongue flicked out, brushing against the tip, eliciting a low
groan of pleasure and frustration.
"Show me how good you can make me feel," I told her, basically
giving her permission to use her mouth on me the way she pleased, knowing that
I'd guide her if wanted her to do something else or continue the way she was.
Without hesitation, her mouth descended on my cock, quickly taking me so
far that her nose was buried in my trimmed pubic hair. Oh God…. Oh God…
Too fucking
good.
Too much.
"Jesus fuck," I shouted, seriously losing it for a second.
Don't…
don't… fuck.
Not yet.
I had to pull out of her mouth for a second, shocked that I nearly shot
my load down her throat with just that one fucking thrust in her mouth. How
fucking pathetic would that have been?
"Take it slow, Isabella," I warned, feeling slightly dazed.
With my fists clenched at my side, I waited for her to begin again.
As I directed, this time she started slowly, sliding her tongue along
the underside of my cock from my sack to my adorned tip before swirling it
along the barbell like a fucking pro. Her small feminine hands grasped me
firmly at the base, not even able to wrap completely around it, before her
mouth descended on me again, this time sliding halfway in before she pulled
back with a small pop.
Unashamedly, I groaned at the trail of saliva that was left connecting
that glistening tip to her open lips. The sight of that combined with the
unadulterated need shining in her dark eyes made me ache - for release, for her
mouth, her pussy, her heart and soul.
I wanted it all.
"More," I demanded, pushing my cock between her lips. She
continued to stroke me in time with her mouth as she took me inside over and
over again till I felt like I was going to explode.
"Just your mouth, baby… fuck yes."
"Take it... swallow everything I give you," I ordered, placing
my hands in her hair to urge her to take me into her throat again.
"Yes…" I gritted between clenched teeth as the weight of my
resistance suddenly became too much to bear and I climaxed, cumming hard down
Isabella's throat as she swallowed around me eagerly.
"Thank you for that gift, baby girl." My tone was low,
seductive. Isabella smiled proudly, leaning into my touch as I stroked her
cheek, grazing her swollen red lips with my thumb.
A moment later, Isabella yawned a little, surprising me.
"I hope you aren't getting too sleepy, because we're just getting
started here," I warned, my brow arched expectantly.
Of course if Isabella was too tired to play, I knew I'd be able to pick
up on it and we'd stop if necessary, but I really hoped she wasn't. I had plans
for her lily white ass - plans to turn it nice and pink.
Walking over to the whipping bench, I took a seat and told her to come
and bend over my lap.
In that position her bare ass was on display and I had full access to
that soaked little pussy. I could easily slip my fingers in and have her
fucking them in seconds till she came all over my hand, soaking us both.
Tempting…
Very
fucking tempting.
"I told you I was going to spank you. Didn't I, Isabella?"
"Yes, Master," she agreed, the excitement and anticipation in
her voice was obvious.
"How many spankings do you think you deserve?" I asked,
testing her. I rarely played those mind games with her outside of the playroom,
but inside, she knew I loved do it, just to set her on edge - keep her mind
sharp and in her sub space.
"As many as you desire, Master," she replied, sounding
slightly unsure of herself.
"Hmm… as many as I desire. Twenty it is," I told her,
chuckling darkly enjoying the little whimper that escaped her lips in response.
Slowly, I trailed my hand over her pert little rump, giving her soft
curves a firm squeeze, spreading her cheeks, so I could see how wet her pussy
was.
She squirmed slightly in my arms as I spread her open for my perusal and
gasped when I dipped a single finger between her pussy lips so I could gather a
little of her slick arousal to taste.
I groaned as that now familiar sweet flavor exploded on my tongue,
making my cock as hard as ever.
"Fucking delicious, as usual," I complemented before letting
her cheeks move back into place, leaving a slight impression on her pale skin
from where my hands had held her open.
"Taste," I demanded, placing my finger in front of her mouth.
As soon as I she'd flicked her tongue out to enjoy that amazing flavor, I
raised my hand to land a firm slap across the center of her ass cheeks.
She gasped, the muscles clenching and unclenching, anticipating the next
blow.
This one was not as hard and came down against the curve of her ass.
"Mmmm," she whined and squirmed in my lap, trying not to seek
friction for her aching clit.
Over and over I struck her pretty little butt till it was nice and pink,
just as I said it would be. A few times in between, I checked on her, making
sure she didn't need her safe word, feeling thankful that the dominant emotion
in her voice continued to be lust and excitement.
"Hop up, go to your pillow, and stay quiet until I tell you to
speak again," I told her once I'd finished rubbing her tender cheeks,
checking for any sign of physical distress or injury.
She did as I asked and I went over to the get the swing ready.
"Have you given this swing any thought before, Isabella?" I
asked rhetorically as I straightened out all the straps. A quick glance in her
direction revealed her wide, excited eyes. She was really getting into this
scene "Have you thought about what it would be like to be suspended,
completely in my control as I fucked you senseless?"
"Yes, I believe you have," I answered my own question, with a
dark chuckle.
When I finally got the fucking thing ready, I went over to my cabinet
and grabbed some lube, Isabella's biggest plug and the new Hitachi massager I
ordered a few days earlier. When I had everything set up, I called her over to
join me.
"Let me help you, baby girl. The last thing I want to see is the
purple bruise you'll get on that perfect pink ass if I let you fall," I
said, but before I moved to assist her I reached out to tug her chin to get her
to look at me instead of the swing.
"What color?" I asked her. "You may speak."
"Green, Master," she replied, her voice almost giddy.
"Good. I want this to be fun for both of us… come over here and bend
over. I'm going to put your big plug in again," I told her, waiting to see
if she looked as worried as she had a couple days earlier.
Thankfully last time she'd been pleasantly surprised that she'd taken it
without much difficulty, so this time she didn't seem to be nervous at all as I
lubed up the plug, stroking her puckered hole with my fingers, stretching her,
helping her relax till I could comfortably fit the plug inside her.
The way she was moaning and thrusting her hips, I didn't even have to ask
if she was enjoying herself as I slid in a third finger, working her good. Much
to my excitement, she didn't even flinch as I began to press the slick plug
against her hole, slipping it in past that tight muscular ring. She gasped
slightly, but it still sounded pleasurable.
"How does that feel, baby?"
"God… so full, Master. So good," she moaned.
"Now climb up here… good girl," I told her as I helped her
into the swing. She struggled for a moment but finally got in place, letting me
slip the stirrup over her ankles and up to her thighs. I then pulled the straps
tight so her legs were forced completely open to me.
Fuck, I had never seen anything more erotic than that.
"Oh… baby. You can't imagine how amazing you look right now - how
fucking bad I want you," I told her, my voice full of unrestrained lust
and need. My cock was already hard as a fucking stone, ready to push my way
inside her and fuck her over and over till my legs gave out. "How do you
feel? You comfortable?"
"Yes, Master," she replied, though it sounded more like a
breathy moan as I positioned myself in front of her, my cock bobbing almost
comically between us, ready to take pleasure from her willing body.
Without any warning, I plunged my cock inside her, clenching my teeth as
her wet heat enveloped me, loving the way she screamed out from the sudden
intrusion.
"Fuck, Isabella," I grunted. "That's it… I wanna hear
you… I need to hear you tell me how good it feels to be fucked by your master -
how much you love my fucking cock."
"Yes," she hissed as I pounded into her, making her throw her
head back "I love it, Master - so fucking good… your plug in my ass and
your thick cock inside me."
I grabbed onto the straps and began thrusting relentlessly, every dirty
word that spilled from her innocent lips making me harder and harder by the
second. I thought my cock might fucking explode if I couldn't cum inside her
welcoming body.
I could tell Isabella was struggling not to come, but I didn't feel like
denying her. In fact I wanted her to come so hard she soaked both our thighs.
God... I wanted to hear the sloppy wet sounds her pussy made as I fucked
her.
Grabbing the Hitachi, I turned it on the lowest setting which was still
pretty fucking intense, and placed the head of it against her clit, loving the
way she cried out in pleasure.
"You better fucking come all over me, baby girl. I want to feel
that perfect little pussy gripping my cock like a vice," I shouted,
pushing into her till she began gushing down my legs, screaming out in ecstasy.
Her climax pushed me over the edge and before I knew it I was cumming
again, dropping the Hitachi on the floor with a loud clutter. I probably broke
the fucking thing, but I couldn't have cared less at that moment.
"That was… fucking amazing," I said slightly dazed as I pulled
out of her.
"Mmhmm," she mumbled almost incoherently.
.
.
.
I could tell Isabella was just as exhausted as I was, so we showered
quickly and then came back to clean up the playroom together as Edward and
Bella instead of dom and sub.
"Are you going to umm… are we gonna do anal soon?" she asked
nervously as she placed the lube back in the cabinet.
"If you're ready, then yeah… I mean I'd like to," I replied
glancing at her, curious to see what emotions might be playing on her face.
"Yeah… I'd like that," she said with a shy smile and then bent
over to pick up the discarded vibrator, giving me a glimpse of the tapered base
of the dark blue plug that was firmly stuffed inside her.
Fuck…
Best
fucking girlfriend ever.
I laughed and kissed her sweetly, pulling her behind me as we left the
playroom to go to bed.
As Isabella curled up against me, slowing drifting off, I remembered the
conversation from hours earlier and what was left unsaid.
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