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Courtesan	By : Shelindrea Category: Twilight Series > Het > Jacob/Renesmee Views: 4787 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 29
NPOV
Once Jacob and I had reconnected in every way, the journey truly felt like a journey home. It took only three days to reach Cullen Estates, and as we pulled up to the loaming fields dotted with the herds, I felt myself smile more broadly than I had since I left. I turned to Jacob, and he pulled me close, and we both looked out at the place where we had first discovered each other.
The carriage pulled up to the big house and Jasper and Jacob descended before assisting Alice and me down. Bella was descending into Edward's arms as well, and we all converged on the door. It was opened by Garret, the house slave. He stood straight and tall as he always had, and I was overcome with joy at seeing him. Before I had left, Garret would often be in the kitchens when I was fetching something for Jacob. He was a big, burly fellow, but he had a ready smile and a warm demeanor. I smiled at him as I entered the foyer, but he never saw it, for his eyes remained straight ahead and unmoving. Edward greeted him and asked if all had been made ready for his guests. Garret answered with a clipped "Yes, Master," and closed the door.
Bella begged our pardons, but admitted the need for a nap. Alice said that a nap sounded heavenly, and Bella took her arm leading her to her room. Edward offered a tour of the house to Jasper, who readily agreed. That left me alone with Jacob.
"Are you fatigued, my love?" he asked gently.
"Not in the least," I admitted, "but if you require rest, please do not linger because of me."
"Allow me to show you to your chamber," he offered. This stopped me in my tracks.
"Am I not to share with you?"
The smile that lit his face was devastating in its beauty. "Oh, I certainly hope so," he said searing me with the look of want in his eyes, "but I know Bella had the chamber next to mine readied for you. It will have your clothes and personal items within, but it attaches to my room via a linked dressing room. You may feel free to breech the gap at your leisure."
I leaned into him placing my hands flat against his chest and looking up into his eyes. "I would grant you the same easement, Sir."
"Oh really?" he said sweeping me from my feet and into his arms. "Then I shall have to take advantage."
He carried me down familiar hallways and around well-known corners. At the door to his chamber, he paused and seemed to debate with himself as to the viability of opening the door without putting me down. "May I be of assistance?" I offered, turning the knob.
"It is always better when you are," he chortled. He shouldered the door open and we found Kimmy, one of the house slaves just finishing her daily chores of tidying thee room. She made a soft yip and fell to her knees before us.
"My apologies, Master, I meant to be finished before you arrived," the girl said.
"You have done well, girl. You may leave us," Jacob instructed.
At the word “us,” I saw Kimmy glance up through her lashes. She and I had known each other when I was here, and I saw the recognition in her eyes. "Yes Master, Mistress," she said scurrying away and shutting the door behind her.
Jacob carried me to the center of the room and put me upon my feet. Then he took a step back and surveyed the room with me in it. "Ah, what a fool I have been."
"Pardon me?"
"For months this room has felt empty and drab. I have attempted to recapture the feeling it once had with no success. Even Jasper's gift failed to restore the feeling of home," he said indicating the portrait of me upon the far wall. "It was not the room at all. It was that my life was empty without you in it."
I smiled shyly and felt the blood fill my face. He laughed as he returned to me and enveloped me in his big strong arms. "You are amazing."
"I am what I have always been."
"Just so," he said bending to kiss me full on the lips.
His kiss was reverent and sweet. He applied just enough pressure to make me wish for more, and I reached my arms up to encircle his neck. As I drew him closer, he ran his tongue along their seam, seeking entry, but not demanding. I opened to him and welcomed him within. His taste and scent filled me with a fire that burned through my veins and begged for more. In a moment, I was lifting his tunic from his shoulders and running my hands across his tanned skin. My fingers traced the familiar planes of his chest and stomach, and I remembered how I had once thought to commit them to memory. Now, I wanted to rededicate myself to knowing him, all of him, once again.
He lifted his head and gave a raspy gasp for air as my hands roamed lower and began to untie his breeches. I slid my palms down his hips, easing them down, and followed them to the floor until I was kneeling before him, facing his arousal at eye level. Without thought, I looked up at him and saw a question in his eyes.
"Ness," he said breathily, "you know you need not do that."
I was confused. He had always seemed to enjoy this particular pleasure. "Do you not wish me to give you pleasure?" I asked.
He sank down beside me on the floor and took my face in his hands. "I want nothing more in the world than to share pleasure with you. It is just…"
"Just?"
"That particular pleasure is often…"
"Yes?"
"Well, not many free women perform that particular act," he explained. "I cannot tell you why, because I truly do not know. I simply wanted you to know that should you not wish to…I wanted you to know you had a choice."
I smiled at him and shook my head. "Jacob, I have never performed any act of pleasure with you that I have not found entirely desirable and incredibly satisfying. You have always seen to that. If it would be unseemly to pleasure you in any way, simply because I am free, then I should petition the king myself, to return me to a station where I could enjoy every pleasure we have ever known, and discover any we have yet to explore. I want you, I always have. I always will. I have a new rule to implement in this, your chamber."
He was looking into my eyes so deeply, that I was afraid he had not heard me. "I shall willingly follow any rule you require."
"What pleasures we desire, we fulfill, without thought or consequence to the world beyond."
His smile was blinding in its brilliance. "I think I can live with that," he agreed rising once more and lifting me again into his arms.
"Where are we going?"
"If you would give me the pleasure you proposed, I would prefer we both be comfortable," he said depositing me onto the bed and taking his place beside me.
I grinned, pushing his chest so that he lay flat, and then I maneuvered myself between his strong thighs. He scooted up a bit, so he rested on the pillows and had a clear view of my actions. I took his manhood into my grasp and stroked him slowly. It always amazed me that he could be solid as steel, and yet his skin seemed soft and satiny within my touch. I watched his eyes as I continued to stroke him and then as I lowered my head to sweep my tongue across the glans. I felt his muscles tighten and watched his eyes narrow. He wanted this as much as I did.
"Were you serious before?"
"I am serious now," he teased.
"I meant that few free women take this pleasure?" I asked as I then lowered my lips to engulf his head within, running my tongue round and round before plunging him into my throat. I felt him raise his hips as he reached the depths of my mouth, and I softly moaned around him.
He had wound his fingers into the locks of my hair, and I could feel him massage my scalp as I continued my ministrations. What he did not do was answer me, so I pulled off and looked at his face again, my one brow raised in anticipation. He was panting slightly, and his eyes were even darker than they usually were.
"Is all well?" he asked with a strained tone.
"You did not answer me."
"My deepest apologies, minx, but someone was distracting me."
"Someone can wait until you answer, if you find her actions too much of a diversion," I teased.
"No, no, please feel free to continue. I shall endeavor to focus my mind." I continued with my task and he answered me, although his voice was breathy, and his speech was broken with moans and sighs peppering his sentences. "Free women, on the whole, do not always view the marital bed as a place of pleasure, but rather as one of duty, or so I understand it."
I made a questioning sound in my throat, but did not cease my actions. He knew it was an encouragement to answer, as well as a challenge to see if he could actually focus enough to do so.
"I know many men who seek pleasure from their slaves, especially those schooled in the ways of physical love, to ease the burden upon their wives. It is simply the way it is with…." He arched into me as I could feel his shaft grow yet harder within my lips. "Fools that is what they are, idiots."
I smiled around him and looked deeply into his eyes to show him what pleasure I took from this particular act. I felt the quickening of his muscles and felt him release into my mouth. I drank in his essence as he spasmed within my grasp. I stroked him deeper and deeper to ensure that I milked every ounce of his seed before I released him and licked any stray drops.
"And that is why I shall continue to offer you that particular pleasure, sir, so you need never look elsewhere to find it."
He pulled me up his body and kissed me deeply. "I would never think of taking my pleasure anywhere but in your arms, Love. You need never concern yourself."
"Good," I said kissing him again.
After a moment, he withdrew his lips and looked at me. "Someone in this bed is completely over-dressed."
I laughed as I felt him begin to unlace my bodice and attempt to rid me of the clothes that covered me. He was so impatient that they were becoming tangled and confining. "Wait," I giggled sliding from the bed, "allow me."
I stripped off the gown, leaving me standing in my shift then I turned round and slid the garment from my shoulders. It pooled at my feet, and I glanced over my shoulder at him. He had a clear view of my posterior, a feature he had always admired, and then I slowly turned to face him, allowing him full sight of my naked form.
"I appreciate the assistance, my sweet, but I must insist you return to this bed, post haste."
I walked to the edge of the bed and smiled at him. He took me by the waist and toppled me back onto the bed where his lips again ravaged me. He suckled my breasts as his fingers delved into my curls and found the moist depths of my womanhood. I arched against him seeking penetration, but he denied me, increasing my need and feeding the flame of my desire.
"I desire to hear you scream my name, love. I want you writhing beneath my touch. We are still in my chamber, and here in this room, in this bed, I will have you remember something."
"You shall make me forget my own name if you continue that torture," I gasped arching against his hand.
He rolled me onto my back and stilled his hand. Looking deeply into my eyes he said "You are free, and shall always be free, but I must confess you have the power to make me the happiest man alive. I want you to know the choice is always yours, but you would seal my joy if you would agree to be mine, heart and soul, will you be only mine?"
I gazed at his face, his passionate eyes, and saw the fear within them. I was not certain if he thought I would deny him, or if he feared the request would negate his gift of my freedom, but I knew my answer the moment he asked. "I am now, as I have always been, yours Jacob. You are the master of my heart, and shall be as long as you will have me."
"Oh I will have you," he said with a smile, "for all eternity." With that declaration he thrust into me, and rode me until I could barely think. I was alight with desire and teetering on the brink of oblivion. Then he stilled himself and looked into my eyes. "Look at me Ness."
I opened my eyes and attempted to encourage him to move again. He stilled my hips and shook his head. "To whom do you belong?"
"To you, Jacob."
"Then marry me," he demanded.
I searched his face for the validity of his words and knew instantly that he meant them. I wanted nothing more. I nodded.
"No, love, I need to hear you say it."
"Yes, I will marry you."
"Thank God," he said plunging deep within me again and again.
I clung to him desperately and then arched off the bed as I shattered into a thousand point of light. It was stronger than anything I had ever felt before. I crested the wave only to have him change the angle or depth and send me right back to the height of joy again. I was shaking, every nerve ending I owned was singing as I held him deep within my body. It seemed never ending, I would begin to catch my breath and he would lift me back to the ecstasy again. Finally, I felt him spill himself deep within me and we both melted into the furs.
I felt boneless. Not a muscle I owned would function at this moment, but I had never felt such satisfaction. He stroked my face and kissed me sweetly. "I love you, my Nessie."
"I love you, my Jacob."
When I awoke, I was tucked into Jacob's side, my head resting upon his chest. He was still soundly slumbering, and I decided that I would fetch us something to eat. I slid from the bed, and donned my shift and gown. I slipped as silently from the room as I could.
Walking down the familiar halls felt so right. This was my home, and I would always have a place here. I turned into the kitchen to find Garrett, Angela, Kimmy, Tanya, and Irina seated at the broad table sharing their noon meal. Without thought, I entered and began to fix a tray for Jacob and myself. Angela hurried from her seat and began to fuss over my progress.
"My apologies, Mistress, please allow me."
"Don't be silly, Angela, I can do it."
"No, no, Mistress. Please. I shall fetch anything you like and deliver it to you. I am so sorry I did not hear the bell."
"Nonsense, I did not ring it."
"I perhaps should have thought to provide a tray for you after all, Mistress has been traveling."
It was then that I realized that Angela was addressing me so formally. "Angela, it is I, Nessie, I certainly know how to fix a tray."
"Yes, Mistress, but it is not… I mean…"
I looked round the table and realized that every person there was stock still and looking wretchedly uncomfortable. "What is wrong?" I asked.
"Nothing," Angela attempted, but it was clear there was something amiss.
Finally Garrett stood and bowed. "Mistress should not be here, please, allow us to serve you as we are bound to do."
I placed the tray upon the table and nodded wordlessly. I then turned and made my way back to the hallway. After a few steps I heard Irina's voice behind me. "Mistress, may I speak plainly?"
"Irina, you were my tutor, my friend, surely you know you may say anything to me."
"It would be best if you remained in the main areas of the house. You will not be welcomed within the slave's private domain."
"Why not?"
"Because you are one of the free now, Mistress, and as you know the slaves need places where they can speak freely without fear of being overheard or reprimanded. It is not that you are unwelcome, it is that your presence there is no longer appropriate. It would be best for you to remember your place now, as we must remember ours."
I looked at the pale beauty before me. She was not being unkind; I knew at once she was attempting to educate me in the way of things, as she had always done. I had once thought of her as a friend, but she was telling me that was no longer acceptable in either of our stations. I nodded to her and made my way back to Jacob.
I entered the room to find him awake and dressed in his breeches. He smiled when he saw me and then flew to my side to hold me as I shattered into tears. I wept silently as he rocked me in his strong arms. Finally he could bear it no longer. "Nessie, what distresses you so?"
"I no longer have a place here," I sobbed.
"What do you mean? Your place is as it always was, by my side."
"I once knew my place. I was yours, yes, but I was also a member of the family of slaves. I had friends there. I was welcome and accepted. Now I am free, and although Alice and Jasper have been kind, and educated me, I wonder if I am more than an assignment from the king. I care for them, but would they choose me as a friend without the king's interference? Even if they would, I feel as if I have lost the only family I have ever known."
"Nessie," he soothed "You cannot believe that. Alice and Jasper adore you. I think they would defend you to the death, even from the king. Hell, was I to ever be fool enough to hurt you, I know for a fact Jasper would willingly run me through. They view you as members of their family. I know it. As do Bella and Edward. I will have you know that Edward made it clear to me that should it ever come to a choice between you and I, you would win hands down."
"Truly?" I asked in a watery voice.
"Truly, but even were you without a friend in the world, you would always have me. You have agreed to marry me. I shall be your family. Together we shall build a family where you never need doubt your place."
I wiped my eyes and looked at him. "I shall truly be your family?"
"Of course."
"Then when do we go and tell your sister?"
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