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Courtesan	By : Shelindrea Category: Twilight Series > Het > Jacob/Renesmee Views: 4787 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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JPOV

Time has been a cruel Mistress of late. As we traveled on toward home, my mind has been terribly burdened. My anger at my sister burned in my gut. I was glad I had decided to leave, for had I stayed, I might have flayed her alive. Still, her words rang in my ears hard and heavy. The thought of a family and of children is a tempting one, no matter how hard I rail against her, for suggesting it.

How could a man not wish for such when faced with the felicity of his friends and family? Yet upon reflection, I have come to believe that to dream of such would be useless without the proper woman to give a man the desired brood. I fear at times that I have become a sentimental fool. For the one desire that remains consistent in my heart lies at my side at night and sits at my feet during the day. Never would I have believed that I could be captivated by a sweet face or a gentle smile, and yet, I have come to live in the moments between each musical bit of laughter, each catch of her eye. There are times I fear that she has captured more than just my desire. In truth, I know she has, but to admit such to any but my own heart would be disastrous.

I realize that for both our sakes I must master myself and my emotions, or we shall both be in danger. It is good that we are heading home. Daily life eases all, as one can bury oneself in the routines and forget deeper meaning and thoughts. I must protect us both from the fanciful desires that I fear have been stirred.

I had heard tales of men who fell in love with their slaves. They either made their wives miserable, or they were forced to be cruel and ferocious with their loves to prove to the world that they had not been cowed by a mere girl.

After the way I felt as I watched Emily strike Renesmee, I knew that would never do. I had felt murderous. I could have ripped the hand from her body. How dare she touch my girl! I tried to convince myself that my objection had been Emily's interference, but the truth was my protectiveness had nothing to do with Nessie being my property. The anger I felt was because Nessie was so much more to me. I cared for her.

The more I thought about it, the more I did not wish to live in a marriage that was for breeding only. Moreover, it felt wrong to deny Nessie the opportunity to give birth. I knew that I would. The only way a slave could bear a child was if she was bred with a male of the same rank. She would need to be treated with slave wine to stave off the effects of the inoculations she received upon her purchase as they acted as a means of birth control among the slave population.

I could not bear the thought of anyone touching her, but me. I would not breed her. She would remain mine and mine alone no matter how selfish I was to make it so.

BPOV

Heavens be praised, Jacob has returned to us safe and well, along with the sunshine of our house, Nessie. They both seem well and are whole and glowing. The business was a success as was the trip on whole, as far as I can see.

I had been worried about my friend before his trip, but I can see only joy in him now. Being that he has been this successful, I plan another journey for him with more deliveries. It is a great blessing to be able to send him on these errands, for travel becomes wearisome for me of late. I prefer to tend the home fires and to grow things here.

I did get a chance to spend some time with Ness, yesterday. Such a sweet and pleasant girl. She shows intelligence and compassion. She was able to innumerate each transaction with every client and to give me information on how each animal was received; in addition to, how she deemed the treatment of the herds that had been established.

She can speak with sense about each household they visited, and she knew how Jacob felt about each visit. It was amazing; I think she sees his thoughts before he knows them. She also told me with joy and verve of her own discoveries on the journey. It was like seeing things with new eyes. To hear her speak of the children and of the joy upon Jacob’s face during his play with them was an insight into his truest heart.

I did speak to him about his visit with Sam and Emily, and it seems to have been a good one, up until the end, which is a blessing as they have so long been at odds. Yet, I sense that he is a bit envious of the state of his brother-in-law’s home life. He never speaks of it. But, I know him as if he was my flesh and bone, and I see longing in his eyes, until he sees Renesmee. Then I see pride and pleasure.

“So is Emily still set on making you a match, my friend?” I asked, laughing at him.

“She was not able to do much this trip as she has entered her confinement. She does, however, seem just as bent on the idea as she has always been,” he confirmed. “She even managed to supply an old friend to try and tempt me to marriage.”

“You should consider it,” I told him.

I watched his eyes become hooded and knew something was not right. He shook his head and looked sad.

“Bella, how would you feel if Edward spent time in the kennels with the girls?”

“He does not,” I said emphatically. Edward and I had agreed upon marriage that we would remain faithful, even as regarded the use of slaves in our household. Ours was a marriage of love, not convenience, and he never gave me cause to doubt his word.

“I know he doesn't. I did not mean to imply... I know Sam utilizes his slaves while my sister is indisposed. I imagine that it makes her unhappy. It would make any woman unhappy, no?” he asked.

“I imagine it would. As for me…I believe it would make me angry. But each woman is different, I suppose.”

“I do not like the idea of a marriage like Sam and Emily's. I think I have been influenced by you and Edward. I long for the strength of affection I see between the two of you,” he explained.

“That is what I hope for you, as well.”

“But to have that...” he said with a sadness that frightened me.

“What?”

“I would have to give up Nessie.”

I had not thought of that. I thought of his sunny girl and realized that I felt for her. I knew she adored him. I believed that she loved him, but looking at his face I realized that his affection for her was more than that between a master and his girl. He genuinely cared for her. But he was right. If he was to have a wife and share the depth of commitment Edward and I shared, he could not keep Renesmee on his chain, for I knew he could not resist her. I had proven it when I returned her to him.

“Jacob,” I said reaching my hand out to touch his arm, “it is not required.”

“I cannot have what I want in a marriage and still have her. I guess it is good that I have not found a woman to tempt me into wedlock,” he said smiling, but it did not reach his eyes and that worried me.

Later in the evening, Nessie played and sang for the assembly, and as always her song was sensual and heaven sent. All who hear her marvel at her skill and the beauty she imparts. She is welcome home, and I am pleased to have her smile returned, almost as pleased as I am to have Jacob returned to his rightful and true home. The family is again intact, and all is right with the world. At least as long as Jacob remained content and happy. I would find a way to keep him so.

RPOV

Home, a simple word to be sure, but one with such a profound meaning, it is a real blessing. To see Mistress Bella again and be warmed by the beauty of her smile, to see her glow and shine upon beholding the faces of myself and my master is beyond my ability to express.

Once again, I have sung in the hall for those I love best in the world. Again, I have regaled the tales of the journey, and again, I have been called upon to share my insights and views of events. I feel welcome and at peace.

I was sent to wait for my Master in his chambers and was completely at peace…so much so that I fell asleep on the hearth rug. I awoke to my Master lying next to me, sleeping softly, with his arm about my waist. I watched his face lit by the dying flames in the hearth. It was almost as if he was lit from within by a heavenly light. My eyes caressed him from the top of his head downward. I took in his flowing hair as it cascaded past his neck and onto his bronzed and strong shoulders. My eyes feasted upon the rippling sinew of his broad chest and down to his waist. I knew that my perusal of him would not be seemly were he awake, but I could not tear my eyes from him.

I felt the slightest fear as my eyes drank in his entire form, realizing that this was the first time in all our time together that I had truly had the freedom to take him in unencumbered by his watching me in return. Knowing my perusal went unobserved gave me impunity to gaze to my heart's desire. He was perfect in my eyes. Though his face may not have been classically handsome, it had a sweetness and strength that I knew and recognized. His form was well made, and I knew it could make both my heart and body sing.

It was a surprise to me to realize that my hands, small and pale, were upon him without my making a conscious choice to touch him. Yet, it felt so natural and right to trace his skin with my tiny fingers. His breathing was slow and even, though it did seem to deepen.

I raised my eyes again to his face and detected the slightest smile pulling at the corners of his lips. I began to withdraw my hands, but his hands covered mine.

“Master?” I breathed uneasily.

“Do not stop little one, please,” he grinned. “I was enjoying your exploration.”

I looked to his eyes which were now open. There was passion there and curiosity. I felt a tacit approval of my desire to touch him, and so I continued. As my hands began to smooth themselves down his arms and across his chest, I licked my lips, for suddenly I knew I needed to taste the skin I touched. I kissed his chest and allowed my tongue to dart out and sweep across his sweet and salty skin. He sighed and released a small satisfied moan. I felt a sense of power knowing I had inspired the sound. My hair fell across his honeyed skin, cascading across him in a feathery whisper. He buried his hands in the copper mass guiding my kisses across his form, yet allowing my need to lead me.

It was then that I felt emboldened to ease down his hard stomach to the apex of his thighs. His manhood stirred, and my curiosity consumed me. I enclosed him within the warmth of my hands. I felt his shaft lengthen and grow more rigid in response to my touch. He felt hard as steel, yet the skin around his rod was soft as satin to the touch. I felt a heady rush knowing I inspired this desire in him, and my kisses lowered down his stomach until I could gently kiss his most masculine part. I opened my lips to encompass the head and raised my eyes to his. There, I saw the flame of desire, and I deepened my kisses and worshiped him with both my hands and mouth. He let a low moan escape his lips, and it made me bolder. Deeper and deeper I welcomed him within my adoring mouth as I tried to show him the depth of my abiding love for him. I circled my tongue around the swollen head and plunged him to the very back of my throat before coming slowly back up.

I licked the small drop of nectar that beaded at the opening and tasted its salty-sweet flavor. I suckled him and dove until my lips brushed the dark curls at the base. Master moaned and wove his fingers through my hair. He pulled and pushed my head assisting me in the way he wanted to feel me. I licked and kissed and sucked feeling his need increase and his muscles tighten. When he thrust once more into my waiting mouth, I felt him spray his sweet seed into my throat and drank deeply, taking every drop, and still urging him onward.

“Oh my sweet girl…” Master sighed. “Come to me.”

He pulled me up to him and positioned me above him. He guided me over himself and smiled a knowing smile.

“Such pleasure must be shared,” he said as he entered and pulled me to him in the most intimate of ways. Then he reached a hand to where our bodies were joined and began to stroke me in a most inflaming way. I found that I could not help but move to the rhythm that he was playing against my very core. I felt my eyes drift closed.

“Nessie… Do not leave me. Keep your eyes on mine, Sweet. I wish to watch you shatter for me.”

“Master, I will perish.”

“No, but you will please me in your pleasure. Your body is liquid fire on mine, so sweet, so tight, and so good. Tell me what you feel, tell me!” he commanded.

With my eyes on his, I was aflame and every fiber of my being grew more frenzied under his touch.

“I burn, Master… from within… I shiver, but from heat… Master, I shake…. I shall... shake apart!” I gasped.

“Not yet, sweet. I want you to burn more…” He grinned with each stroke as I rode him and became increasingly tense in the most intense way. “Soon, my diamond. So very soon.”

I heard the animalistic cry escape my lips, though I did not know I had made it. I was certain that I would spontaneously combust in his arms.

“Now!” he commanded.

I clung to him, feeling my inner muscles clench and stroke him. Then, I felt him strain against me and together we tumbled over a precipice and collapsed into each other’s arms, our breathing ragged, our hearts beating furiously together to the same rhythm. Then he kissed the top of my head and whispered “Mine! Forever and always, Mine!”

JPOV

Her initiation of our sensual dance had been more than I had ever hoped for. As I held her in the darkness of the night, I replayed her boldness and her passion. When I had awoken to her touch, I found it more stimulating than anything I had ever experienced. There was fire in her that burned brighter than it ever had before.

I had watched her eyes as she performed that act upon me, and the fierceness in them pierced right through me. She was stunning. I saw, for the first time, the woman she could be, not just the sweet girl she was.

Over the past week or so, since we had left my sister's home, I had been enmeshed in a cycle of thought I could not escape. I knew that Emily had arranged for Leah to be there as a possible match for me. The thing was…I had to admit that Leah was lovely and exactly the sort of woman who would be appropriate for me to espouse myself to. She was beautiful, intelligent, and held a fine reputation.

I knew she was interested. Hell, her display when I was leaving Emily's proved that. What's more, she had written to me since telling me of her intention to visit me within the next few weeks and asking if we could accommodate her at Cullen Estates.

She was making her intentions clear, it was me who had been ambiguous, or so it seemed. I had enjoyed talking with her and reminiscing about our shared childhoods in the meadow that afternoon, but I think it was because I was already angry with Emily and Sam and simply wanted some enjoyment of familiar things. I knew better than to encourage the familiarity, especially since I also knew I could not reciprocate any feelings Leah might be harboring.

I could still recall my revulsion with myself in that instant when I had allowed her to kiss me. I did not want to embarrass Leah by pushing her away, but I also knew that Nessie was mere feet away and witnessed my sin. When Nessie had asked me if there was anything she could do for me, I had buried myself in her sweet embrace and used her body to purge the feeling of Leah's lips against my own.

I truly was a selfish creature. I knew that Nessie observed everything from her vantage point, and yet I often treated her like she meant no more to me than any other slave, which was a blasphemy. I knew I was in love with her, and yet I had betrayed her before her very eyes. Yet still, she offered me comfort. I was the lowest form of being alive to treat her so.

I knew I would never offer for Leah. Hell, I would never offer for any woman, because the woman I wanted was the one lying within the circle of my arms. It became clearer and clearer every day, I had chosen the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, but the world would never allow me to make that choice.

I schooled my face into passivity and made ready to face the world living with this knowledge.

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