Well hello guys... Just wanna run this new story I had floating around in my head by you guys... to see what you think... It´s doing well over at The Writer´s Coffeeshop and I just wanted to share it hear too... So if you will give it a try...
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT NOW, NOR HAVE I EVER OWNED THE CHARACTERS OF TWILIGHT... A NEW MOON DUVET SET AND EDWARD CULLEN BLANKET MAYBE...BUT THE REST SADLY ARE NOT MINE... ALSO THIS FIC CONTAINS AND MAKES REFERENCE TO THE BDSM LIFESTYLE... I DO NOT NOW, NOR HAVE I EVER PRACTICED ANY OF THESE THINGS... SO THAT BEING SAID... DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME... I REPEAT... DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME... NOW THAT THAT´S OUT OF THE WAY... ON WITH THE SHOW...
SEE YOU AT THE END
KRAZI
XOXO
Prologue:
Blind Dating
BOV
Seattle 2009...
I can´t believe I´m actually doing this. I´m actually preparing myself for my blind date, a trip into the unknown. Only thing is, this is not just a regular meet him at a restaurant, sit down over a quiet dinner, get to know you kinda blind date. If only my life were that simple.
I´m actually meeting him at an extremely private- not to mention exclusive club- named Breaking Dawn. When I say exclusive, I do mean ´ex-clew-sive´.
It would probably be easier to get passed those guards with the fuzzy black hats on and accost the queen of England, before you can get into this club. You sort of have to know somebody... who knows somebody... who dated somebody else... who was actually the daughter of nobody in particular to get in. Now do you get it?
Thankfully, I didn´t have to go through a series of somebodies only to end up with nobody, since my best friend and her fiancé are VIP members of said club.
Okay, I know what your thinking, why in the sam hell would I be going through all this for somebody I don´t know or possibly won´t even make a connection with. I know... I know... I´ve asked myself that same question a million times since Alice suggested to me two weeks ago, to let her set this up. But hey... this is Alice. I trust her with my life.
We´ve actually been talking on the ¨special cell¨- as I´ve so graciously dubbed it- for the past week. Yes I used air quotes... problem... And already he owns me. If somebody would have told me this was possible two weeks ago, I would have laughed my ass off. Now... not so funny.
I know.. it´s written all over your face, how is this a blind date if we´ve been talking for a week. Well I´ll tell you, because it´s simple really. We have these disposable cells because we don´t even know each others names. Personally I know absolutely nothing about this intense stranger, except that he can make me cum on command, just with the sound of his voice.
Swoon...
My panties are soaked just thinking about it. I know you may think that it´s weird, but really the unconventionality of it works out perfect for us both, because if it doesn´t work out, then there´ll be no awkwardness between us. We go our separate ways and it will be as if neither of us ever existed.
As I previously stated, I trust Alice with my life, so if she says he´s okay, then I need know absolutely nothing else about him. You see I can´t meet him in a normal restaurant, due to the delicate nature of our proposed arrangement. I tend to be a bit special needs and supposedly he´s the right one to handle said needs. If you know what I mean...
Oh... that´s right I haven´t told you, so of course you don´t know what I mean. Well the club is a BDSM club and I am a submissive in desperate need of a Dom. Phew... it really felt good to get that out there.
I´ve known for a couple of years now that I was different, but it wasn´t until about two years ago, that my curiosity for all things BDSM was piqued. It all started with a dream I had one night, about my first and only crush.
Flashback the dream...
I´m hogtied and suspended from a pulley system in the ceiling. A spreader bar denies me the ability to close my legs. I´m open and exposed for my Master´s pleasure.
He´s decided to blindfold me tonight, this makes me happy, because it heightens my other senses and makes the scene that much more intense and pleasurable. I focus on listening, he´s over by the chest collecting what he´ll need to complete the scene.
I barely make out the whisper of his jean clad legs as he approaches.
He´s close.
I can hear the slight rise and fall of his chest as he makes me wait in anticipation.
I want so badly to moan as he licks hot trail from my shoulder to the spot just behind my ear. I know not to speak without permission, unless I want to be punished, which would end with more pain than pleasure.
I can feel his scorching hot breath on me ear.
¨Hmmm... look at you my pet.. you look so beautiful in your submission. Does my slutty girl like that I have her tied up and completely at my mercy.¨ He asks rhetorically, knowing full well that he´s not given me permission to speak.
¨Do you want to know what I have planned for my pet this evening. Do you want to know what naughty things I plan to do to you, before I fuck you nice and hard.¨ He warm breath raises goose bumps on my highly aroused flesh.
Again, he´s met with my silence.
Playing my body like a skillful pianist that tickles the ivories, he takes my left nipple between his teeth, as he simultaneously strokes my clit.
Even without the familiar clink of the chain, I know that he´s preparing me for the clamps. Pulling and suckling my left nipple, pinching and tugging on the right, they spring to life, elongating at he skillful touch. Pebbling rock hard in anticipation of the bite of the clamps.
When he is satisfied that they are worked up enough, he clamps both my breast and my clit. I bite down on my lower lip and choke back a moan as I feel the clamps dig into the flesh of my most sensitive areas. I desperately try to focus on my breathing as my body acclimates to the bite of the clamps.
As unbelievable as it may seem, this causes a stream of desire to flow from my aching pussy.
Edward trails a finger through my extremely moist and swollen sex, causing me to shudder involuntarily.
¨Tsk...tsk...tsk..¨ He clunks his tongue. ¨Your making a mess Isabella, your hot pussy is leaking all over the place. That isn´t polite now is it? You may answer me pet, until I decide otherwise.¨ He instructs.
¨Sorry Sir. Your girl does not mean to make a mess.¨ I apologize.
¨Hmmm... Is that so, because now you´ve got my hands all messy. I think you need to clean them off.¨ He orders.
Knowing what´s to come, I obediently open my mouth to lick his magic fingers clean.
¨Mmmmm...¨ I moan enjoying the musky, tangy sweet taste of my arousal on his fingers. I´m careful to remove it all. I do not wish to anger my Master.
¨My nasty girl likes her taste on my finger. You are such a dirty little girl, my pet. What shall I ever do with you.¨ Master muses.
Yanking at the clamp chains, causing them clamps to bite deeper into my flesh. I suck in a startled breath as he plunges two fingers in my pussy, sparing me no mercy.
His ministrations are causing the burn low in my stomach to intensify, but I know he will not grant me release this early in the scene. I try to think of something trivial, to slow the burn.
Hmmm... I´ve got to go over case files and milk.. I need to by milk... Mojo needs some winter clothes. I mentally wrote my to do list in hopes to thwart my impending orgasm.
As quickly as they entered his fingers leave me. I immediately whimper at the loss. He´s got me right were he wants me wanton, burning, and frustrated because I desperately need FRICTION!
I whined in protest, as the sound of him licking my juices from his fingers rang out in the playroom. In my sexual frustrated state I writhe in my bindings, causing the ropes to dig a bit deeper in to my flesh. I concentrate on the feel of the ropes to once again center myself.
¨My little slut is greedy tonight. Hmmm.. I think maybe you need reminding just who controls your orgasms. Who all your pleasure belongs to, for that matter,¨ his velvet voice is so calm yet commanding, I have to fight not to cum just from his mere words.¨I think to teach my slutty girl a lesson I shall leave you without release tonight.¨ He threatens bringing his hand down swiftly to slap my right ass cheek and then the left.
¨Arghhh...¨ I cry. The sting of his hand coming in contact with my bare bottom only serves to intensify the throbbing ache of my swollen clit. ¨ Please Master... your girl did not mean to upset you.¨ I beg.
He loves it when I beg.
He loves the type of control only he possess over my body.
¨Open!¨ He commands placing the chain from the clamps between my teeth.
Running the pad of his thumb over my cheek he warns,¨hold the chain between your teeth Isabella. I implore you to concentrate on keeping the chain taunt.¨
Rubbing my ass cheeks lightly,¨you do remember the consequences if you don´t,¨ he reminds with a menacing chuckle.
Trust me when I tell you, if my brain doesn´t remember, my ass sure does. Not something I want to repeat. My inner ramblings are interrupted by the lick of the riding crop on my inner thigh. Jerking at the surprise sensation, the chain pulls the clamps taunt, causing a moan from deep in my throat.
This feels so fucking good.
I don´t know what to concentrate on the most. The bite of the clamps or the sting of the crop. I´m spiraling out of control from this heady cocktail of both pain mixed with indescribable pleasure.
I don´t have time to decide, because the crop is now coming in quick successions.
Thwack...thwack...thwack...
It´s too much, but still not enough.
He knows where I want it, but he´s purposefully overlooking my pussy.
¨Ungnnn... mmmmm...¨ I grunt in protest.
¨Isabella what color are we? Are we green?¨ He asks.
Without a second thought, I bob my head in confirmation that we are indeed green.
I. WANT. MORE. DAMMIT...
It´s not that I´m a pain slut or anything, it´s just that I´m so fucking turned on all logic and reasonable thinking escapes me.
Knowing exactly what he´s doing, he brings the riding crop down on my pussy, in time with the bobbing of my head.
¨Ugnnn...¨ I moan.
It´s too much.
The clamps...
The ropes...
The crop...
It´s too fucking much.
He knows I can´t ask for permission to cum without dropping the chain.
I moan and groan from the onslaught of so much sensation. Thankfully my Master knows my body. He knows that I´m extremely close to my limit.
Hearing the sound of the crop hitting the floor. I´m immediately assaulted by Master´s cock slamming into me.
¨Unnnnn...¨ I throw my head back in pure elation. Never have I felt so fucking whole and complete.
¨Fuuuuck... Isabella your fucking pussy is so tight. Drop the fucking chain. I wanna hear how much you love my fucking cock pounding into you.¨ Master grunts.
He didn´t have to tell me twice. I was none to fucking happy to release that chain.
¨Yes Master... please... please Master fuck me harder.¨ I begged. My swollen and extremely arouse pussy welcomes the brutal beating it´s now receiving.
Extremely happy to oblige my request. Master pounds into me like a jack hammer. Showing me absolutely no mercy. I love it when takes me like this- hard and fast with wild abandon.
I swear from this angle it feels like he was hitting my fucking uterus.
Slap...slap...slap... rang out in the playroom as Master´s pelvis collided with mine. I couldn´t it take any longer the sensation was too much, I had to cum and soon.
¨I. Fucking. Own. This. Pussy. Fuck! Ungggg...¨ Master grunted through clenched teeth in time with his thrusts.
¨Ma.. Ma... Unggg... Oh fuck.. pleaaasssseeeee...¨ I couldn´t form the words.
I was floating in sub-space, hanging on by a thread.
¨What is it? What does my nasty cunt want? Tell me!¨ Master continued to pump his massive cock in and out of me. Grabbing the chain to the clamps and tugging none to gently.
Tugging...
Thrusting...
Tugging...
Thrusting...
My mind was in a complete euphoric haze, all sense of reason was leaving my body.
¨Master pleaaasssseeeee! I need to cum! Pleeeeeaaaaassssseeee! I managed to choke out, before I felt the tears flow freely from my eyes.
It was just so intense.
As he releases the clamp on my clit, he ordered me to cum.
¨Cum Isabella, now!¨ Master growled never stopping the rhythm he was pounding out.
On his command I exploded so forcefully it took my breath away. Master continued fucking me hard through my orgasm.
I could feel him twitching inside me, getting even harder.
Everything was running together, my stomach muscles remained clenched.
Is this fucking orgasm ever gonna stop...
Just when I thought it was over. Master removes the other two clamps.
¨Again Isabella! Fucking cum again, now!¨ I don´t stand a chance he fucking owns my body. It recognizes his voice.
I can´t stop it from obeying it´s Master, my body rocked and convulsed with my second orgasm. The second being even more powerful than the first.
Master thrust into me unmercifully three more times before exploding, taking me with yet again.
My body was still humming, when the flood gate opened and the sensations became to much.
I shook with sobs that I could neither control nor explain.
I just need another release.
This time emotional.
Master removed the blindfold and quickly lowered me to the floor. For the sake of time he didn´t bother untying me, he simply cut the ropes.
I blinked my eyes trying to adjust to the soft light of the playroom.
Master gently wipes my tears with the pad of his thumb.
¨Shh... hush now girl, it´s okay. I´ve got you, and I´m never letting go..¨ He cooed. I looked into the depths of his beautiful green eyes and saw the sincerity of his words. The moment left me reeling with more emotion.
The evidence of his approval and the pleasure he´d received from tonight's scene also reflected in his beautiful and expressive eyes.
¨Scene over, well done my pet.¨ He said softly. Gently cradling me in his arms as the sobs continued to rock my body.
I woke up sobbing. Emotionally and physically spent from my dream. My nipples ached and my clit throbbed from my powerful orgasms. With the enormous amount of sticky residue in my boy shorts, it was hard for me to believe it was just a dream.
What the Fuck...
End flashback...
Damn. Now I have to change my panties again. Somethings should only be reminisced in the shower or bath- where clothes are not a then the special cell buzzed, alerting me of an incoming text.
Pet- I look forward to our time in the playroom tonight. Everyone is waiting for you to leave. DON´T MAKE ME PUNISH YOU!-Sir
FUCKKK...
Good thing I hadn´t change my panties yet. His fucking texts even turn me on.
EPOV
I closed the disposable phone, after sending my pet a warning text. I had just spoken to Jasper to finalize Alice´s part in tonight´s plans, when he informed me that my pet was the reason they had yet to leave the house . Nothing like a little stern verbal communication to get her moving a little faster.
I smirked a satisfied grin, grabbed my keys, and headed out the door. I was a bit anxious about tonight, so I decided to drive the Vanquish, needing the purr from the powerful engine to calm my nerves.
I have no idea how I allowed the damn pixie to talk me into this in the first place, but if I was to being honest with myself, I was glad that she had. Besides, Alice always got her way- for some strange reason I could never deny my little sister anything.
She was a perpetually happy person, and just wanted everyone she loved to be happy too. I just didn´t have the heart to tell her that happiness didn´t exist for me. I had lost the chance at happiness along time ago. My happiness had a pair of expressive chocolate brown eyes and beautiful blush that colored her porcelain skin when she was embarrassed. Her name was Isabella. I had been in love with Alice´s best friend, ever since the moment I laid eyes on her. To bad I was eight years older than her and a kinky ass fuck to boot.
It had been almost a year since my last collared sub and frankly I wasn´t interested in collaring another one. I had become somewhat of a recluse. Being a very prominent VIP member of Breaking Dawn. Keeping with appearances, I still had to attended from time to time- just to show my face. Frankly I was tired.. I was tired of the tediousness of the lifestyle, tired of wanna be subs or trained subs fawning all over me. Something was missing and I was afraid to admit to myself what it was.
I was afraid to admit that I wanted more... more that just a kinky, hard fuck. For the first time in my life, I wanted to make love. I wanted someone I could dominate in the playroom and make love to in the bedroom. I wanted Isabella, but since I couldn´t have her, I was destined to be married to my job and fucking beat my meat for the rest of my miserable existence. Prime example, that money can´t fucking buy you everything.
I´ve been a Dominant since I was twenty years old and back then I had no desire to be in a long term relationship. I was in undergrad headed to medical school at the time, so the no strings attached arrangements suited me just fine. My demanding course load and a handful of failed relationships, just serve to solidify my decision. That the no strings attached relationships of the D/S world was exactly what I needed. Don´t get me wrong, those weren´t my only reasons. I was different.
The vanilla lifestyle just didn´t satisfy me anymore, regular boring sex just left me feeling so unfulfilled. I became extremely frustrated to the point where I thought something was wrong with me. I became depressed and was seriously thinking about seeing a shrink.
My best friend/roommate at the time- Jasper- noticed my slump and after much coaxing managed to get me to open up about what was wrong. That´s when I found out he was a dominant and decided that it wouldn´t hurt to at least look it to what the BDSM world had to offer.
I pulled into the VIP parking garage, parking in my assigned space. I cut the engine and just sat there. Cullen get your shit together.. I mentally berated myself. You are a Dominant and a damn good one at that... So pull your head out of your ass and let´s get on with it..
I took a deep breath and felt the familiar rush of adrenaline. I had been so long since I was eager to play. I had spent the last months before ending my contract with Tanya, just going through the motions. The familiar pull I felt calling me to the playroom was no longer there. In the end, I began purposefully scheduling medical conferences- knowing they would keep me tied on the weekends. Anything to keep from playing.
I was offered a fellowship for six weeks in Switzerland and was having a hard time making up my mind. I knew it was the out I needed to get rid of Tanya, but I still wasn´t sure I wanted to leave Seattle for six week. I would miss my home and my family. I was struggling to make up my mind, then I heard the news of Isabella´s impending nuptials. That coupled with Tanya´s incessant phone calls and visits, aided in my decision to take the fellowship. I haven´t set foot in playroom since my return two weeks ago and due to all the traveling I had been doing it had been months since I had played with Tanya.
Something about my new mystery pet had reawakened the dom in me. I was so caught with all these new feelings she was evoking in me, I hadn´t even bothered to ask Alice about the wedding. Truthfully, I hadn´t even thought about Isabella at all... since I began talking to her. Her soothing melodic voice called to me. She was my singer. I can´t explain it, but it just seems as if we were meant for each other.
What... meant for each... now you sound like Alice... maybe you should check and see if your balls are still in place...
On my way to the private elevator, I did a mental run through of how the scene would go tonight. Alice´s main concern was that her friend not be taken advantage of, she was new to the lifestyle and needed to be trained. Not to toot my own horn, but I was one hell of a dominant. Okay.. toot...toot...
During the time of my residency, I trained many a submissive, not wanting the responsibility of a collared sub- with my crazy schedule. The subs I trained went on to have long and fulfilling relationships with other doms. Occasionally I had to deal with infatuation and misplaced attachment, but still back then those too were few and far between.
Tonight would be an exception to the rules of sorts. Firstly, there would be no penetration, with the exception of my fingers. And even with those no more than two. Odd request, but for now I´ll let it slide. I´m thinking if this chic can´t take more than two fingers, I´m gonna have some major problems parking my Hummer in her garage. Normally, I require at least a three car garage... if you know what I mean.
Secondly, I allowed her to choose two impact toys that we would be using for tonight's scene. Rose had been spending time with her over the last two weeks in the playroom at Alice´s. She´d been training her with the various impact toys and working on her orgasm control. I would supervise some of these sessions by speakerphone and Rose always discussed her plans with me firsthand. And I was updated on progress, when my schedule didn´t permit me to participate.
Rose was one hell of a Domme and I respected her as such. Anyone one who could tame my beast of a little brother into submission- damn well deserved my utmost respect. My pet was in good hands.
Lastly, she would be wearing a mask in the VIP area, face forward, eyes cast downward and blindfolded in the playroom. The blindfold had been mutually agreed upon, by both parties. I don´t know what she did for a living, but I was a world renowned pediatric neurologist and I couldn´t afford to keep bad company. If this didn´t workout, then we both walk away without any baggage. I´m really not to worried about her being bad company, because my sister would never involve me in something like that. It just really ensured that if we did someday meet there would be no awkwardness of a failed relationship.
As the elevator came to a stop on the tenth floor, my dick twitched, making my jeans slightly uncomfortable. It was almost as if it knew that she was near, so I let my dick lead the way. After all I am a man and blow jobs are not one of her hard limits.
I quietly slipped into the lounge not wanting to draw any attention from unwanted admirers. I quickly made eye contact with Jasper and he nodded in the direction of the beautiful goddess standing to the right and slightly behind Alice.
My breath caught at the sight before me, my body begin to hum. It was as if someone had flipped a switch or plugged me into an electrical outlet. I was being drawn into her. Like a moth to a flame. Fuck this is intense, my body moved of it´s own volition to claim what was now mine. I´d only felt this type of draw to one other person and she was now married to someone else. Maybe I can have my something more with her. I would make her mine in every way possible.
Down boy... caveman much Cullen... just make it through the scene before you order the wedding invitations...
I shook the fog from my head and put my game face on. She was looking sexy as hell in an Alice original no doubt. I took a moment do appraise her body from behind. I knew she was aware of my presence by the sudden change in her breathing.
The black leather pleated skirt was barely covering her ass and that fucking tiny vest was barely able to contain her voluptuous breast. I couldn´t contain myself any longer, I had to touch her. My cock began to do a hula dance... complete with grass skirt.
My fingers ghosted across the exposed skin of her abdomen. It felt like a smooth as the finest silk. Her breath hitched- causing my already painfully hard cock- to throb in protest. I leaned in and inhaled the mouthwatering strawberry scent of her silky dark brown tresses.
Whispering in her ear, ¨good evening pussycat. I want you naked and waiting in the playroom in fifteen minute. Alice will assist you.¨ I wanted her to feel what her body was doing to me, so l discreetly lifted the back of her skirt.
Fuck me! She´s wearing a thong, if it wouldn´t be considered rude, I would take a bite. Her smell was intoxicating... strawberries mixed with vanilla...mmmm...
I ground my rock hard cock into her ass, while cupping her damp sex. Needing to taste her, I licked a wet trail from her shoulder to her neck.
¨Are you ready to play pussycat?¨ I questioned loud enough that only she would hear.
¨Yes Sir.¨ Came her soft reply. I gave Jazz a nod and he instructed Alice to get my pet ready. Without another word, I strode to the bar to get a drink, needing to settle my nerves. Looking down at my watch, ten minutes and twenty-eight seconds to go. Little did she know time started when the first words left my mouth, but Alice is an experienced submissive... she´s in good hands. I leave my empty glass on the bar and head to the play room...
This should be interesting...
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