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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

The morning sun filtered through the mullioned windows and cascaded across the bed. I blinked my eyes against its assault and turned to bury my face within the copper curls of Nessie's hair. I breathed in her amazing fragrance and smiled as I greeted the day in the arms of my girl. My hands roamed across her creamy skin and found rest upon her ample breasts. She arched her back so as to push them both fully into my grasp. I kneaded the flesh and felt her nipples pebble against my palms. My lips sought her neck beneath her curls and nibbled on the sweet skin I found there. Her giggle told me she was more than awake and she spooned her curves deeper into my arms. God, she felt heavenly.

I continued to kiss her neck as one of my hands released her breast and wandered down to her sex. I stroked her, gathering her moisture to soothe my way. Nessie was always wet for me, as if she was ever ready for the invasion of my manhood. I loved that her body responded this way. It always made my desire for her even more urgent.

“So eager for your master, even at the break of dawn. Do you know how that inflames me, pet?” I asked in her ear.

She sighed as my fingers continued to explore the slick folds, but she did not answer me. That would not do, I needed to know that her desire was as great as mine. “How do you feel this morning, my diamond?” I asked as my finger pressed and circled the nerve bundle at the top of her sex.

I heard her breath hitch and felt her strain against my hand for more friction. “I...” she began, but then faded into another sigh.

I stilled my hand. “Answer me, Ness, or I shall roll away and begin my day.”

I felt her arch back against my finger, trying to get me to continue my ministrations. “I burn for your touch Master.”

“Tell me what you want,” I commanded. I longed to hear her speak her desires.

She stiffened in my arms. My request must have frightened her, and that would not do. I began to stroke her again, willing her, with my touch, to relax and let go her fears. I wanted her to succumb to her desires and to share them with me.

Last night had been so incredible. Waking to her exploring my body of her own volition was the hottest thing I had ever experienced. What's more, having her willingly suck me into her hot little mouth was more erotic than anything I had ever experienced. It showed me that she wanted me as much as I wanted her, and that meant the world to me.

I began to increase my play against her womanhood and felt her become even more wet and more pliable. “Nessie?”

“Yes Master?”

“Last night, when you were touching me, what were you thinking?”

“I was thinking how beautiful you are, Master. My eyes had never seen such perfection as when they looked upon yourform. I am sorry; I know I have no right to gaze upon you, but...”

“But?”

“I could not stop myself. Then when you all but told me I was free to touch you as I desired... Forgive me, I meant no disrespect. I was simply overwhelmed.”

Again I increased the pressure upon her nub, and she arched up against my hand. “I enjoyed your touch more than I ever have before, Ness. This time I knew the desire was yours. I want that, to feel your want and need for me, as strong as my desire for you.”

I nuzzled her neck and pulled her soft backside against my growing erection. “Tell me Nessie, what do you desire?” I demanded as my finger slipped into the molten heat of her body. I felt her muscles clamp down on me from within, and I knew she was getting close; she would soon be powerless to deny me what I wanted to hear. “If you can tell me, you shall receive it, I swear.”

She moaned and her hips began to buck against my hand. “You, Master. I desire you,” she breathed.

“How do you desire me?”

“Oh,” she grunted as I took her again right to the edge of release and left her there teetering on the edge. “Inside me,” she cried, “I want you inside of me.”

“Ask and you shall receive my pet,” I said thrusting into her from behind and being blessed with her deep moan. She felt amazing. She was all liquid heat and soft flesh. She writhed against me, and I plunged deeper with each thrust.

“God you are so tight like this,” I grunted as I drove into her. “You feel heavenly.”

“So do you, Master.”

We went on like this for several minutes, and again I could feel her release building, almost as intensely as I felt my own. But I wanted more from her, I wanted her to burn for me as I burned for her. I slipped myself from her heated depths and turned her onto her back. I kissed her neck, then down her collar bones and to her perfect breasts. I took each coral bud into my waiting mouth and bit ever-so-slightly as she gasped and writhed beneath me. Then holding her nipple between my teeth I spoke to her. “Last night you gave me a miraculous gift, my sweet. You drank my essence and made me feel incredible. I have shared that act with others, but never has it felt as it did with you. This morning I shall return the favor.”

“I am yours, Master, however it pleases you,” she said. Still she moved against me, desperate to gain some friction.

“Lay still, and let me taste our desire,” I ordered as my lips and tongue sailed down her sweet skin to the copper curls covering her heavenly gift. I kissed her outer lips, and she gasped. I placed a hand on her stomach, palm down, to hold her still, and then I slipped my tongue into her coral folds.

Never before had I tasted something so sweet and so pure. She was perfect. I began an assault against her bud in a quick and circling motion. She thrust harder against me and all but growled. “Ah, my girl likes this?”

“Oh, God yes!” she moaned.

“Now, give me your sweetness, Ness. Let it pour onto my tongue.” I ordered as I thrust a finger into her opening and continued to lave her sweet nectar. She bucked against my face, and I had to exert pressure against her center to get her to still and enjoy. She was beside herself. Soft moans and pants broke free of her lips, and I could feel the muscles in her thighs begin to shake. I knew she was close, and I was reveling in the sounds she made, knowing it was I who was bringing her to this place. Finally, when I knew she needed to find release more than she needed to breathe, I sucked her nub into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue.

She arched up, and I felt the torrent of liquid flood from her body as her inner muscles gripped my fingers. Then I heard her mumble, “Oh, Master, so gooooooood... may the gods be praised.”

She remained on the high for several minutes before her body began to relax and her breathing became less ragged. I then climbed up her frame and slid myself back into her inferno. The moment I was seated within, she began to come apart around me again, as if she was milking my seed from me. I thrust into her blazing heat only a few times before I felt the surge of my pleasure pour out into her. It was earth-shattering, and I had never before experienced the power of such a release.

We lay in each other's arms for some time and I kissed her sweet lips and stared into those dark eyes. “You are so beautiful when you do that,” I told her.

She blushed prettily and turned her head to the side. “I think I should never let you rise from my bed, so that I may have that look upon your face at a moment's notice.”

“You need to have me from your bed at least occasionally, Master. You must eat to keep up your strength, otherwise you will not be capable of the exertion required to complete your stated mission,” she said laughing.

“I shall buy another servant to bring us food and drink, and I will remain here in bed with you.”

“Will you not be missed by Mistress Bella and Master Edward?”

“They'll get over it,” I laughed too happy to release her from my embrace.

“I can think of no objections to such a life.”

“Then it is settled, we shall live and die in each other's arms,” if only it were possible. I rolled off her and brought her to lay on my chest. I was ready for more sleep, but as I drifted under its spell I could have sworn I heard her whisper something against my skin, but I was too tired to concern myself with what.

My dreams that morning revolved around Nessie. I envisioned her at my side, but not at my feet. No, she sat beside me, an equal, there by choice, not obligation. I saw her grow round with my child in her belly, and felt a joy like none I had ever known. I saw her with a dark-haired head nursing at her creamy breast and felt a love more powerful than I ever imagined. I knew in that moment that no other would ever do for me. I needed to have this life with my Ness.

NPOV

I lay in my master's arms warm and sated. His breathing was steady and deep, and I knew he slept deeply. Morning had fully broken now, and I knew I should be up and about tending to my duties, but it felt so heavenly to be where I was that I put off leaving his side.

He had seemed different last night and this morning. It was as if he could not get enough of me. I loved that thought. Had I died the moment he said he wished to spend forever in my arms, I would have been completely content.

Try as I may, sleep would not come. Finally, as the Sun began to sit itself firmly in the sky, I knew I must rise and begin my day. I slipped from Master's grasp and found my day dress. It was not a dress in the sense that free women wore. No, their dresses were made of fine linen and colored with rich dyes. They flowed about their forms enhancing their appearances and wrapping them in elegance and beauty. A slave's garments, even a pleasure slave's, were simple and serviceable unless they are dressed in silks to perform.

My day dress was knit and hung from my shoulders without sleeves. It skimmed my form to hang just below my kneecaps. I donned it and tied the rope belt at my waist. Slaves rarely wore shoes, unless they had outdoor work to do. As my work was in Master's and Mistress' care, I was most often within the confines of the house. When at home, I also wore no collar about my neck. Anytime I left the safety of Cullen Estates, I donned a collar that designated my status as owned and kept predatory masters and slavers from importuning me.

After dressing, I walked to the kitchen. There I saw the kitchen slaves standing over pots and pans as they prepared the morning meal.

“Good Morrow, Renesmee,” Adam, the slave in charge of keeping the fire greeted me.

“Good Morrow, Adam,” I replied.

“Does your master need a tray this morning, Ness? I did not see him in the dining hall to break his fast,” Rachel, the lead cook asked.

“Aye he does,” I said hiding my blush beneath my curtain of hair.

“Mm mm I remember when Master Jacob used to keep me abed all day. He was always so enthusiastic, he would wear himself out,” Tanya said from the table.

Tanya was first girl among the pleasure slaves here and quite lovely. She was often given to the men who visited the farm on business and was considered a great prize. I narrowed my eyes at her. I knew my master was no boy when I was gifted to him, but I had never truly considered exactly who he would have lain with. Suddenly, I found Tanya's strawberry blonde hair less luminous. Her ample bosoms seemed over large to me, and her face, which I had often heard described as lovely, seemed more feline and less pleasing.

“Do you find him enthusiastic, Ness?” she laughed.

Suddenly, I found myself flying at her across the table. I slapped her soundly and might have wrapped my hands around her throat had not Adam grabbed me round the waist and pulled me from her.

“Renesmee!” Rachel cried. “Whatever has gotten into you?”

“Perhaps she realizes that her reign as queen of the walk is coming to an end,” Tanya taunted. “What's the matter little mouse, afraid your master will want a real pleasure again and will turn you back out to the kennels?”

“You know nothing of my master!” I screeched fighting against Adam's strong arms.

“Oh, but I do. I know how his arms feel holding me tight. I know how his manhood feels sliding into me fast and hard. I know...”

“You know how to get yourself whipped for insolence, should Mistress hear you speak so,” Rachel threatened.

“Master Jacob would never allow it, let alone Master Edward. I am far too valuable to mar my fine skin,” Tanya said haughtily.

I humphed at that and again strained against Adam's hold to scratch at her face. Rachel shook her head and shooed Tanya from the kitchen telling her she would cease if she knew what was good for her.

Then she told Adam to release me.

“Do not let her get to you, child. All the girls are envious of you for having so fine a master. Even before you were here, he used the kennels, but rarely. Do not allow their jealousy to mar your fine features with anger. Now come, your master must be getting ravenous by now,” Rachel said handing me a covered tray of meat, eggs and bread.

“Thank you,” I offered making my way back to Master's chamber.

The walk back was too quiet and my mind began to replay the words Tanya had taunted me with. I hated the idea of my master touching her... touching anyone, but me. Then, I began to think about the fact that one day he would undoubtedly take a wife, and that he would bed her, and plant his seed within her womb, and remain by her side evermore.

It ate at me. I wanted all this for him, but I wanted him to have it with me. I was such a fool. I entered his chamber and placed his tray upon the table and took my place upon my waiting cushion as he watched me from the bed. I bowed my head extra lowly to hide the tears whetting my face.

Master rose and donned his breeches. Then he took his seat at the table and lifted the clothes covering his meal. “This smells divine, Ness. I take it you broke your fast in the kitchen,” he said as he began to nibble his bacon.

I did not answer, nor did I move. I assumed that he would be focused on his meal and would overlook my distress. I should have known better.

Within a moment, Master was lifting my chin with his finger. He saw the tears staining my cheeks. “What is this? Why such distress? Who has injured you?”

The moment he asked me, I realized how badly I had comported myself. One of a slave’s main responsibilities was to represent their master or mistress well. I had behaved like a jealous shrew. I lowered myself to Tanya's level and had committed physical violence upon another. That thought made me begin to cry in earnest.

“Oh Master! I fear I have behaved very badly,” I said beginning to weep in earnest. “I should be punished... I know it... I was thinking of myself and not of you... Forgive me...” I cried throwing myself at his feet.

“Nessie,” he said lifting me from the floor and taking me to the bed in his arms. “Tell me what happened and allow me to decide if punishment is warranted.”

I sniffed and bit my lip trying to regain my composure. “Tanya simply said some things that... It does not matter, I struck her, and I had no right. I am so sorry, Master.”

“Tanya? What did she say to upset you so?”

I shook my head trying to simply take my punishment and avoid truly confessing the extent of my wrong.

“Nessie...” he said sternly, “What did she say?”

I looked away, for I could not see his eyes when he realized how foolish I truly was and swallowed before answering him. “She was speaking fondly of the times she shared your bed, Master,” I confessed sadly.

He turned my face to his again and seemed to look deeply. “Why did this cause you to respond so?”

“I...” I was not sure how to answer without making a complete idiot of myself, so I stopped.

“Renesmee, answer me,” he said sternly, but with no bite of anger.

“I did not like it,” I said again lowering my eyes.

He was quiet then, and I waited for him to decide my fate.

JPOV

I looked at the tear soaked face of my sweet angel and tried to fathom what Tanya of all people could have said to anger her to violence. But when she answered me I was stunned.

She did not like it. That was all she offered, and when she said it, I could tell there was a deeply abiding anger in my usually sweet girl. I had never seen anything more intriguing.

“Nessie, can you tell me why?”

She breathed deeply, and I watched the fire in her eyes flame as she thought of what she had heard. “I do not like to think of anyone else sharing your... affection in that way. I know it is not my place to feel that way, but it bothered me. I like to think of you as my Master, not simply as a master... I... I did not like it.”

As I listened to her, I began to swell with pride. She seemed to think of me as hers, just as I thought of her as mine. I loved that thought, but I had to be certain. “Could it be that you are jealous, my girl?”

Her eyes flew to mine, and I saw it there, the possessive look I recognized in my own eyes. “Yes, Master, I am afraid I am. Even though I know it means you must punish me. We are in your chamber, and I cannot be untruthful to you.”

The moment the affirmation left her lips, I was upon her. I kissed her breathless. Without thinking, I knew I needed her and waiting was not an option. I tore her dress from her and buried my face within her luscious breasts, nibbling, kissing and licking each puckered peak. My hands slid up her outer thighs and grasped her shapely backside pulling her to my straining shaft. Suddenly, my breeches were far too confining, but I did not want to take the time to disrobe, I needed her too much. I pulled myself from the front of my pants and plunged deeply into the warmth I craved.

As I did, I heard a raw gasp escape Nessie's throat. I looked up at her face and saw her head thrown back and felt her hands find the curve of my spine pulling me deeper into her silky heat.

“Say it again, Ness. Tell me how I am yours,” I commanded.

“You are my Master. No one else's,” she panted.

“And you are mine alone.” I grunted as I plunged into her again and again. I could feel the muscles in her legs begin to shake and knew she was close. I wanted to tell her how I felt, but I could not speak plainly, it was too big a risk. “I want no other, you need not worry,” I whispered into her ear as she shattered about me.

I followed her over the edge and spilled my love as well as my seed into her. I took her sweet face in my hands and looked into her piercing dark eyes. “There is not a slave in this world I would take over my girl. Now do you feel properly chastised?”

“Were that the punishment I would receive, I would misbehave far more than I do,” she said smiling sweetly.

“I will willingly perform such correction, but please do not feel the need to upset yourself so to receive it,” I said rolling onto my back. I was spent again. “Now, call for a bath to be brought, I think we both need washing and then we must leave this room, or I will never accomplish anything this day. You are far too distracting.”

She sat up, smiled at me, looked down at her tattered dress and shook her head. “As you wish Master,” she said and went about making things as I asked for them. I watched her ready things for me and again realized that she was the one I needed, and always would. Now, all I had to do was come to terms with the fact that I could only have her so much, and no more. She could not be my wife. She could not bear my sons, and I could never honor her the way she deserved to be honored.

Suddenly, I was filled with a sense of sadness deeper than I had ever known.

A/N: please feel free to share your thoughts with me. Shelindreaire@aol.com
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