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Just a Tasteful Little Affair	By : LadyExcalibur Category: Twilight Series > Het > Bella/Edward Views: 11345 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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_____________Chapter 7: Expanding Horizons________________

Bella stared up at him and shook her head, her eyes wide. Edward grinned back at her. “Well now, I can see there’s another lesson I can teach you.” He leaned down and let his tongue flicker over the shell of her ear. “Will you let me do that, Bella? Will you let me tie you up? Will you put yourself at my mercy?”

He heard her swallow hard, felt her trembling against him. As it always did, her reactions caused his whole body to tense and harden in anticipation. He was a predator in every sense of the word, and Bella was the sweetest pretty he’d encountered in almost a hundred years. “Yes,” Bella answered, when she finally found her voice. “You can tie me up.”

Edward groaned and pulled her close. “My sweet, sweet Bella,” he breathed, even as his hands were busily pulling the tie from her robe and then pushing the robe down off her shoulders. It fell to the floor in a slither of silk.

Tenderly, he lifted her into his arms and placed her on the bed once more. What a wise investment the bed had been! Activities such as those he had in mind required maneuvering room. Besides, Esme would not be happy if he got blood on her couch.

The sight of Bella spread out on his bed like a banquet made his cock harden and lengthen. Unable to help himself, he crushed the silky tie in his hand and used it to stroke his length. There was nothing like the feel of silk against skin, he mused. Bella watched him with wide, wondering eyes. She licked her lips and Edward remembered the intoxicating feeling of burying himself in the heat of her mouth.

Kneeling on the bed, he grasped her wrists in his hand and then wound the tie around them. Quickly, not giving her time to get nervous, he attached the tie to the bed. He had been careful not to bind her hands too tightly, and he would still be able to move Bella around on the bed, to flip her over if his creative side deemed it time to expand sweet Bella’s horizons.

Not surprisingly, his hands were trembling as he caressed the soft length of her body. Perfect breasts, heaving with her breaths, the nipples pressing into his palms. Hot. Fragrant. The venom pooled in his mouth and he swallowed it. The span of her waist, the curve where his hands fit so perfectly. He remembered the feeling of holding her waist as he pounded into her. She still bore the remains of those bruises and they looked so lovely against her pale flesh. Soft purple against ivory. Lovely.

Those were his marks, as much as the tiny nicks and cuts that decorated her skin. She bore his ownership so beautifully; Bella was truly a gift and only a vampire could truly appreciate what she had to give.

It was fate that they had found each other, and he had never been one to argue with fate.

Yes, Bella was his to enjoy and savor. His eyes wandered lower, to the small triangle of dark curls that guarded her most precious secrets. Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of her arousal…and just a hint of fear. He smiled, for the fear added a new flavor to her scent – and it was unbearably sweet.

“Don’t be afraid, Bella,” he whispered, though the truth was he wanted her just a little bit afraid. It made the games just that much more enjoyable. Bella shivered, perhaps seeing the truth in his eyes. But she didn’t pull at her bonds or asked to be released.

Perhaps she liked the edge that fear brought to the games as well, he mused. Once again, it seemed they were well matched. He reached down and parted her thighs, not surprised to see the slickness of arousal painting her inner thighs. He swiped at the moisture with his fingers and lifted them to his lips, licking. “Ah Bella,” he breathed. “You taste so very good.”

She tried to reach for him, forgetting the bonds for a moment. Edward shook his head. “None of that,” he chided gently. He moved down the bed and in between her thighs, opening her for his inspection. “You’re so very lovely, Bella. I could lose myself in you.” And he frequently did. The scent of her, the feel, the heat…

His tongue flicked out and gave a tentative sweep in her silken folds. Bella arched against his mouth, against her bonds, her back bowing off the bed. Edward trembled as he took in her reaction. Almost brutally, he pushed her hips back on the bed, squeezing a bit with his fingertips. He knew that tomorrow he would see the outlines of his fingers on her hips and the thought was unbearably arousing.

Moving his tongue in her hot center, he fucked her slowly, never letting her find her release. Every time she got close, he would change his motion, his rhythm. He felt her struggling against his hands, desperate to move, to shatter.

He was merciless, keeping her on the edge of the precipice. He needed her ready for anything he might inititate; he didn’t want to ruin the mood by having to coax and cajole her.

At last, when he could hear her sobbing breaths, he thought she might be ready. Before she could protest the loss of his mouth against her, he flipped her over and shoved her knees beneath her so that her ass was thrust temptingly into the air.

Unable to help himself, he gave one cheek a smart slap.

He had forgotten the ring. Or had he? No matter, the trickle of blood on her pale flesh did nothing to ruin the mood. He suckled at it, ignoring her struggles. “Relax, Bella,” he ordered and she quieted.

So beautiful.

So obedient.

The perfect companion.

He penetrated the pucker of her ass with one fingertip and Bella bucked and surged beneath him. “Relax,” he commanded again. She was tight. He groaned, imaging the feel of her stretched around his cock. Dipping his fingers into the slickness of her core, he then moved them back to her anus.

Perhaps he was taking things too slowly. Quickly, he pushed one finger inside of her. His eyes rolled back in his head at the feeling of her – so tight, her body clutching at his finger. Thrusting inside of her, he felt her body tremble.

This hurt her. Just a bit. Just enough to make it fun. Biting at his own lip, Edward felt almost jealous. After all, he was not averse to a little pain in the pursuit of pleasure.

Two fingers then. Bella cried out, writhing underneath him. Ah, the temptation to pull his fingers from her body and bury himself balls deep! He could only imagine how she would sound then.

Music.

Careful thrusts at first and he felt her body begin to relax, so he stroked faster, deeper. Leaning down, he whispered in her ear, “You’re going to enjoy this, Bella, I promise.”

She shuddered but did not speak.

Straightening, Edward added a third finger and she twisted, pulling at the tie. With one hand clamped on her hip, he kept her carefully in place. There was no need to ruin the fun now.

His cock finally could take no more, and Edward slid his fingers from her body with a sigh of regret and anticipation. Using her own arousal, he coated his cock and pressed it against the hole he had so carefully prepared.

He thrust.

Bella cried out again, her voice betraying her pain – and her pleasure. “Yes,” she hissed and he smiled in victory.

Though he had intended to initiate her with tenderness and patience, Bella would not allow that. Digging his hands into her hips, he thrust brutally, roughly, taking her, marking her.

She was his.

Only his.

As he thrust, he leaned down to whisper in her ear, “I love fucking you, Bella Swan.” A tear glistened on her cheek, but her mouth was open in rapture. He licked at the tear, savoring it as much as her blood.

“Please,” Bella gasped.

“Please what?”

“Oh God…” she groaned and he leaned back, giving himself up to the punishing rhythm. There was only the heat, the tightness of her clutching at him, the smell of blood and tears and arousal. Then his balls tightened and Bella’s muscles clamped down on him with undeniable force.

With a shout, he shot into her, spilling into her, rushing.

Trembling, he stayed on his knees, still inside of her while Bella came tumbling down from her own high. At last, he pulled away with a shivering sigh. So sweet, he thought. A tiny trickle of blood mixed with his seed. Unable to help himself, he leaned down and licked at it.

Then he turned Bella over, taking in her flushed face, the panting breaths. Already, his marks bloomed like night roses on her hips. He smiled at the sight, wondering where else she might where his mark.

She made him insatiable. He wanted to own, to possess.

Propping himself on one elbow, he considered untying her. But she looked so very lovely with her hands bound together like that, her hair wild around her pink face.

“I may never let you go, Bella,” he warned her.

But Bella merely smiled and snuggled as close as her restraints would allow. How incomprehensible she was, he mused.

And how lucky HE was.
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