Ch 13: Bare Twice

Bella.

I was lying naked on the bed as he approached me, shivering in anticipation. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Edward’s shirt was unbuttoned and exposed his smooth chest. I was instantly wet.

Edward smiled down at me. I wanted to reach for him but my hands were tied together and stretched over my head to the bed frame. A gag firmly in place between my lips, I pleaded for his mercy with my eyes. My body was so hot it was burning, everywhere.

Edward turned his back to me and I watched him slide the shirt off, his creamy skin taunt over his muscled shoulders. I squeezed my thighs together, rubbing them slightly, but it didn’t help with the anxious spasms. He heard me moving and turned around. Crossing back to the bed, he shook his head at me disapprovingly. The corners of his lips turned up as he spoke, “Shhhh, darling. Have I ever not satisfied you?” I stared up in to his fuck hot eyes and slowly shook my head ‘no’.

“Bella, if you want to cum you are going to have to be a good girl, do you understand me?” He was teasing me and I knew it. I loved this game. Edward moved from my side to the foot of the bed. “Open up for me, baby. Show me how good you are going to be for me.” His eyes were trained between my thighs as I slowly parted my legs planting my feet on the bed with my knees bent. I wouldn’t deny him, not tonight, that was a different game. Tonight, I am the willing victim. Waves of lust surged through my wetness as I thought of all the other games I wanted to play with him.

I watched as he lit several candles and placed them around the room. I didn’t recognize my surroundings but it didn’t matter. It was clean and didn’t have much floor space, decorated in oranges and browns. Edward left the lamp in the corner on, turning off the main lights.

Leaning over, he brought his face inches from me. His eyes connected with mine. I could feel his breath on my lips. I held my breath as his index finger to trace the swatch of fabric across my cheek. The ball in my mouth was held in place by blue satin ribbons that tied behind my head.

“I am going to fuck you, Isabella,” he whispered, his words alone almost sending me to orgasm. I looked up at him, begging for it. I wanted him to fuck me. “But first,” he continued, “I am going to play with you. I like to play with my prisoners.” My entire body exploded in chill bumps. “Oh poor baby,” he mocked my reaction. Sitting on the edge of the bed, ever so lightly, he dragged one knuckle down the outside of my outstretched arm from elbow to my shoulder. My skin was so feverish, his light touch felt cool and tickled sensually.

Yes, yes, I want to be played with, my mind screeched. I arched my back against the bed. The fabric that bound my hands was tight and I could feel it chaffing when I pulled against it. Slowly, he reached for the small white container on the table beside the bed. My eyes widened; I knew what was next. Edward moved so precisely, every movement calculated. He held an ice cube up in front of me so I could see it. He watched my face for reaction and I obliged his with another involuntary shiver.

I closed my eyes and winced a bit when I felt the small bit of frozen water make contact with my nipple. I opened my eyes to watch him. I can’t say I cared for the ice on nipples but watching him do this to me was the fucking hot. I hardly even noticed the brutal cold numbing my flesh after a few seconds. Edward continued rolling the ice in circles around the tiny bud that was quickly going numb. He moved his eyes from my face to my nipple several times before the cube was almost completely gone. The bed was wet beneath me where the ice water had run down my side.

“Was that cold, Isabella?” he ask me and I nodded my head. He fished in the bucket again, this time producing two ice cubes. “Hmmm, let’s try this.” This time each nipple was assaulted with its own cube. I gasp behind the gag at the contact on the previously neglected nipple.

Without stopping the circular motion, he locked his eyes with mine, a wicked grin on his face. “I like the way your nipples get so hard, Isabella. I like the way your tits react to me.” His hand disappeared in the ice bucket again. I moaned against the smooth ball in my mouth and arched my back. With my eyes closed, I heard him retrieving more ice.

The heat radiating from the bare spot between my legs intensified. Edward balanced a small cube of ice on my belly button. I sucked in my breath as he brought another cube to my skin just behind my ear. Ever so slowly, he guided it down my neck, tracing my collarbone. Farther down he went, making wide circles between my breasts and down my sides. The ice left a burning trail as he circled between my hipbones.

He loved this. Every time I would twist or arch to meet his touch the darkness intensified in his eyes. That moment, I lived for no other reason than to give him pleasure; his pleasure is my pleasure. My comfort is not relevant.

While he had my attention focused on his hand that was steadily making laps around my pelvis, he brought his other hand to my chilled nipples and began to pinch them taking turns. At first, he pinched lightly and it felt good. I pushed my chest forward to meet him. The third pass he squeezed hard and I flinched a bit. They weren’t as numb as before and the pins and needles feeling mixed in the sting of his touch. When he pinched hard, he rubbed the nub gently before assaulting the other side. Back and forth, he loved the way my body reacted to him.

“Are you a greedy little girl, Isabella?” I nodded shyly at him playing the part. Keeping my lashes lowered and peeking up with him with the most innocent eyes I could muster,

Yes, I want more, they said.

The bed was thoroughly soaked under me when Edward decided to retire the ice. I couldn’t hold still against my restraints. How long he wanted to play was completely up to him.

“You are being such a very good girl, Isabella.” Edward appraised me thoughtfully. I had handled the ice and the pinching well. He knew I was inexperienced and he was patient, taking his time with me.

“I am going to release your mouth.” I looked at him knowing exactly what he wanted and turned my head so he could untie the silky straps behind my head. Gently, he removed the ball from my mouth and I smiled at him gratefully.

He had removed his pants and was standing beside the bed in black boxers. The erection in them was enormous. The fabric was tented and pulled at the seams under the strain of his hardness.

“Tell me, Isabella, do you see something you like?” His voice was steady and in control.

My eyes trained on the silky black fabric I forgot I wasn’t gagged and nodded my head ‘yes’.

‘Tsk, tsk, Isabella. I removed the ball so you could speak to me and you refuse?” His hand shot to my breast and he flicked my nipple hard. Tears sprang to my eyes and my eyes jumped to meet his. “Isabella, if you are not good for me I will have to punish you. You don’t want that do you?”

“N- no,” I meekly whispered, again, playing my part. It was so hard not to bring my legs together. The heat was building between my legs to an all new high. I kept my feet planted firmly on the bed, saving that defiant gesture for later, if needed.

“Good. If you are bad for me Isabella, I will have to hurt you.” He made sure he had my full attention. “If you are not a good girl for me, I will take you to the parking lot and bend you over by the street and fuck you in the ass for the world to see. Would you like that, Isabella?”

I opened my eyes wide in mock horror and whimpered, “N- no.” I tried not to smile but it slipped out.

Edwards’s eyes were dark. “I think you would like that, wouldn’t you? I think you would.” He answered for me. “I never would have thought such a pretty little girl would be such a dirty whore.” He grabbed the scarves binding my hands and yanked on them making my wrists burn.

“Tell me Isabella, you filthy slut, what it is you will do for me if I free your hands.”

I knew the best way to bring him to the edge was to give him a blow job. I wanted to feel his hard dick in my mouth. I wanted to tease him the way that he was teasing me. He reached for the bucket of ice and set it on the bed by my hip.

“I want to suck your cock,” I answered him lifting my head off the bed to look at him. Willing him to let my arms free, they were going numb from being over my head for so long and I wanted to touch him so badly.

Edward chuckled. “I bet you do,” he conceded as he slid toward the foot of the bed, “but you don’t need your hands to do that.” I laid my head back down on the bed. Holding it up was making my neck ache.

I didn’t have to look to know he was between my legs. Edward blew on my hot core and my legs started shaking. His face was so close. I moved my hips wanting to feel his mouth on me. Raising my head off the bed, I looked down, watching him explore me with his eyes.

Edward shifted his weight and his hand went to the ice bucket still on the bed beside me. Fishing out a cube he settled back in position between my knees and resumed blowing sending shivers up my body, I was so slippery and hot. Deliberately, Edward began running the ice up and down my folds, circling my clit which sent me writhing.

“Edward, please,” I breathed, squeezing my eyes shut and pushing my head back into the bed. I felt the ice as he slipped it inside me, the small cube melting slowly. It felt so good mixing with my raging heat.

“Look at me, baby, I want you to see me tasting you.” Edward ordered me softly. I raised my head off the bed again and watched as his face disappeared below me. All I could see was his gorgeous eyes that he had trained on my face. He moved excruciatingly slow, knowing he was torturing me. I lifted my hips up to meet him.

Then it was over. Coming to, I slammed my hand down on the alarm clock. Damn it!

This was the second time this week I had dreamed about him. I can’t say I minded; the stuff I imagined him doing was fantastic. The biggest problem was, both times I had been cut short of my happy ending. Throwing my covers off, I stomped off to the bathroom frustrated. Turning on the shower, I stripped out of my tank top and boy shorts and waited for the water to get hot.

Facing the mirror I looked at my body. I wasn’t tiny like Alice. I had a medium frame; my hips and breasts were full and well rounded but not large. I wasn’t beautiful like Rose but I wasn’t ugly; just average and okay looking. Glancing down at my breasts, I brought my hand to my nipple and pinched it lightly. I could still feel his breath on me and indeed, I was not only hot in my dreams, I smiled at the humidity I could still feel down there. Edward made me hot when I wasn’t dreaming too.

I closed my eyes and ran my fingers down my stomach until I had crossed the small patch of brown hair and ran my finger around my wet clit. Closing my eyes, I leaned back against the wall continuing to languidly rub my, now throbbing, womanhood.

The water was hot so I stepped in the shower and pulled the curtain closed. Leaning against the wall I let the steam overtake me. The searing water felt good on my skin. My mind returned to the sweet dreams I was having before my alarm went off. I closed my eyes.

Pinching my nipple in one hand, I rubbed my clit harder with my other. It wasn’t long before I had fully worked myself into frenzy and slipped a finger inside my wet pussy massaging the spasms.

I assaulted my senses with visuals of last night escapades. Two fingers in, I pumped in and out, slow at first. The closer I got to orgasm the faster my hand smacked in and out of me. The sounds of the shower drown out the slapping noise as my hand came in contact with the wet.

I pictured Edward’s face disappearing between my legs with my hands tied over my head. That did it. I leaned heavily on the wall as orgasm rocked my body. I couldn’t remove my fingers until the throbbing waves stopped. I was so sensitive when I came. I stood there for a few minutes trying to catch my breath. I was light headed in the steam and taking deep breaths I eventually became regulated again.

Reaching for my body wash and loofah before all the hot water ran out, I was partially relieved. The level of frustration I had waking up, was so intense one orgasm wasn’t going to do much. But, it did help.

Shaking my head, I smiled. Maybe Edward won’t want to go out on a ‘friend’s night’ like Alice suggested, if that’s the case maybe I can ask him to eat me. Laughing at myself, I scoured my body and shampooed my hair. I may have been a lot of things, but I wasn’t that kind of girl. It made for a nice day dream though.

It was Thursday. There was a fine mist that hung in the air with a good bit of chill. Still early in the year, it was typical. Not wanting to be caught undressed by the sometimes too helpful Alice, I quickly tossed on my black skinny jeans and a red v-neck sweater. I grabbed my black hoodie and headed downstairs to wait for the pixie.

Right on time, I heard Alice’s car door close. Moments later, she flitted through the front door, high on life as usual. Her make-up was a little darker today and she looked great. Alice wore clothes that would spell fashion disaster on anyone but her. Today she had on blue and black plaid slacks that hugged her hips and ass and dropped straight from the knee. Under her long black coat, her sweater was a cream knit that scooped low and tight fitting to her curves. Even in her three inch heeled black boots, the top of her head was eye level to me.

“You must be caught up on your beauty sleep,” she observed me as I finished of the last of my coffee.

I smirked. I knew what she meant. I felt good this morning and it must have showed. I grunted in a dad-like response and turned my back to her so she couldn’t see the smile that crawled on my face. I busied myself with pulling dinner out of the freezer.

“So, Bella,” Alice paused.

Ut oh. Warning flags went up in my head. I looked at my friend who was definitely up to something. She always approach me the same way when she was about to proposition me. It wasn’t always bad but I knew her well enough to know she was going to try to talk me in to something.

“Yeah,” I looked at her and then back to my backpack I was rummaging through. My Ipod had dropped to the bottom of my bag and I had forgotten to fish it back out last night.

“I’m going to Port Angeles tomorrow after school and thought maybe you might want to come along.”

I looked up at Alice and waited for her to go on.

“I have an appointment, I’m going bare.” She giggled. “My appointment is at 4:30 so we will have plenty of time.”

“You are crazy,” I laughed loudly. “That’s going to hurt like hell. I thought you weren’t going to do that.” I thought back to last year when she made an appointment to get waxed and chickened out.

Alice just smiled at me sweetly. “I want to,” her voice softened, “Its going to be a surprise for Jasper.”

“What?” I squawked at her wide eyed. Alice was still a virgin, last I knew.

She rolled her eyes at me. “C’mon, we are going to be late,” she held the door open impatiently and we headed to her car.

We were half way to school and Alice hadn’t said anything. She was humming along to the radio like she didn’t just drop a bomb in my kitchen. Alice and Jasper had only been dating for two weeks. It was unlike Alice to move so fast with a guy. Especially considering what she was planning and her motives for doing so.

As if she knew what I was thinking, Alice turned down the radio and pursed her lips. “He is the one Bella,” she said in tender determination.
I looked at her solemn face. She was serious.

“But, how do you know?” I didn’t understand how she could possibly come to this conclusion in just a few weeks. The fact that Alice just declared she found ‘the one’ fed my fears of Alice’s uncertain future. She often acted impulsively, but something as big as declaring she found her one and only was not something I could see her come to terms with lightly. Alice was smart and good at thinking things through.

“I just know,” she voiced in a firm whisper. She sucked in the tiny stud that adorned her lip. “It’s a feeling. I knew it the first time we went out. The first time he touched my hand and every time he has touched me since. He was made for me and me for him. We are perfect.”

There was no arguing with her about it. It seemed ridiculous to me that she would know all that from a handful of dates and all the texting. We pulled in to the school and Alice parked in her usual spot. Her face lit up when she saw Jasper waiting for her. I was barely out of the car and she was already wrapped in his arms, whispering in his ear.

I grumbled, “Morning, Rose,” which she returned to me with equal enthusiasm. At least I wasn’t the only one around here that wasn’t always a morning person. I liked it when Rose matched my mood; it made me less grumpy not being alone.

“So, Bella, About tomorrow..?” Alice called over her shoulder at me as Rose and I followed her and Jasper up the stairs.

I shrugged my shoulders, “I guess.” I sighed. Alice and Jasper disappeared in the crowded hallway and I turned to Rose.

“Are you going with?” I assumed Rose knew what I meant and she did. She and Alice like to text a lot. Personally, I hated it when my phone was always beeping.

“Nah, I have a paper I have to finish on the downfall of modern feminism and how all these dumb bitches put themselves in the spotlight defeating the purpose of the movement.” Rose smirked. Leave it to Rose to write a paper about something like that.

“You still spending the weekend at Emmett’s?” If she was there it would be easier for me to make the trip to Edward’s to return his shirt Saturday.

“Yeah, I’ll be there.” She flashed me her signature smile.

Rose, unlike Alice, had always been promiscuous. She lost her virginity when she was 14 and had been with several guys since. She even experimented with Jessica Stanley before Jessica turned in to the school whore. Last year Jessica’s parents shipped her away after she got pregnant and was unable to identify the father. That chick made my skin crawl and nobody missed her except maybe the football team.

In first period English, the class was given free time to work on the book report due next week. I had finished mine two days ago. Pulling my papers in front of me to appear busy, I let my mind wander.

Saturday, I would return Edward’s shirt. I still hadn’t figured out what I was going to say to him and I kept running scenarios through my mind.

Knock. Door opens. ‘Hi, Edward, I wanted to thank you for helping me.’ Lame.

Knock. Door opens. ‘Hi Edward, here is your shirt.’ Duh.

Knock. Door opens. ‘I washed your shirt, Alice wants us to go out, as friends?” Horrible.

Knock. Door opens slowly. Edward smiles seductively and pulls me inside. Pulling down my pants he lifts me up and I straddle him with my back against the door. Not likely.

Fuck. Me.

I giggled at the irony of my last thought. I seriously needed to get a grip. I still hadn’t confirmed he was single yet.

Mr. Garlett cleared his throat at the front of the room. I looked up and realized I shared my amusement out loud with the class. Thankfully, the few glances I received, found nothing when they looked to see why I was giggling and they had resumed to the tasks in front of them.

My thoughts turned to Alice and her plans for tomorrow. She was definitely nuts. I know she and her dad got on extremely well but I bet that relationship would be different if he knew the things she did without his knowledge.

Alice and her father worked so well together I couldn’t help but be a bit envious. To an outsider it might not have appeared appropriate but there was nothing inappropriate going on. Alice was simply the woman of the house and Greg was the provider. They had a lot in common and Greg was always there for her when she needed him to be but he didn’t play the controlling, judgmental parent.

Dad and I were different. I lived under his constant scrutiny. Dad thrived on routine and if I had an off day he would pick up on it right away. Maybe it was because he was law enforcement but I couldn’t help but feel he was always watching me, waiting for me to screw up. He let me run the house, like Alice’s dad, but everything I did was done according to how he liked it. Alice was able to personalize her household; mine was personalized but with dad in mind.

Alice was crazy. A small grin played across my face at the thought of Alice walking funny after tomorrow. As much as I teased her about it the last time she made the appointment, I had always hoped secretly she would do it. I was curious. In my dream last night, and the one night before last, I was bare both times.

I bet Edward would like that, I mused. A familiar tingling graced my crotch and I felt the humidity rise a level in my panties. Flashes of Edward between my legs and the amazing orgasm I gave myself in the shower made my sweet spot throb.

Remembering I was in first period English, my face flushed crimson. Quickly looking around the room I was satisfied no one had noticed. I squeezed my legs together and mindlessly began to review notes for my second period Biology class.

It was going to be a long day, in the same breath, Saturday was only day after tomorrow and it was flying up on me. I sighed, catching the attention of Mr. Garlett again. Ducking my head, I forced myself to stay on task.

The morning’s classes flew past and soon I was joining Alice and Rose at our table. Jasper had joined us earlier in the week and now seemed to have made our table, his. He was quiet most of the time not having much to contribute to the gossip and girl talk that went on. I didn’t mind him being there in the least, even if I was concerned about how quickly Alice had latched on to him. Watching them together I could only admit that she was right. For now anyways, they were perfect for each other. I just hoped for Alice’s sake it would last.

After lunch I had PE and music. The school hired a temp to take over the music class since there were only a few months left in the school year. She introduced herself as Vicki Biers. She was a lot younger than Mrs. Cope was, looking to be in her mid 30’s at most. Her striking, red hair fell in wild curls to her waist. Vicky had a friendly face and outgoing personality, it seemed to draw every one in and we all took a liking to her, it would be hard not to, she was great for a teacher.

She favored the piano and through the week she played several classical pieces for the class. Our assignments were short descriptions analyzing notes and chords. Music wasn’t a hard class but Mrs. Cope always made it drag. Vicki was full of energy and was constantly interacting with the students, asking questions and making us think. I decided music was my new favorite period.

I almost made it through the whole class without thinking about propositioning Edward, my crazy friend, the pixie, or the fantasies that followed me out of bed.

The song today, made me think of Edward. It wasn’t what I had been thinking all day. I was hung up on something different. I couldn’t remember the color of his eyes. Or at least, decide on a color. Thinking back, all I could remember was darkness.

They were dark and brooding, like the song Vicki played.


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AN:

I figured it was time to step things up a bit. I didn’t plan on updating so soon but this chapter just sort of happened. ;)

Enjoy!!