Chapter 24

Chapter 24

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"So you'll behave?" Isabella asked, smoothing down the skirt of her red and black plaid dress, the black tulle layer underneath making it flare out at the waist under the black satin sash. She'd chosen a black, military style blazer and black, lace-up suede ankle boots to complete the look. Her hair fell down in perfectly curls around her face, pulled back slight by a red headband with a neat bow in it.

I barely refrained from rolling my eyes at her line of questioning, but I knew she'd get upset since this meeting meant a lot to her. "I'll behave," I confirmed.

"And you'll be nice, and not in that way where you toy with people," she added, causing my lips to twitch up slightly.

"I'll keep it to a minimum," I placated her.

She let out a long breath, relaxing back into the passenger seat as I navigated my Volvo XC90 SUV to park in Alice's drive. "I just want this to go well," she murmured, biting down on her bottom lip and fiddling with her hands nervously.

I knew that it wasn't just tonight that she was worried about. Ever since we had been to the OBGYN to get her checked out, using my power to get an appointment after hours so that I could be with her comfortably without scrutiny or rumors flying around, she had been on edge.

There had been scans and tests taken, blood drawn and a pap smear given, but we were told that we had to wait for the results to come back from the lab, which wouldn't be until after Thanksgiving weekend.

I tried everything within my power to distract her, but it never lasted too long before that little hint of fear would cloud her eyes again.

I reached over, tugging her bottom lip from between her teeth. "No biting," I ordered before allowing my hand to stroke over her cheek, tucking some stray hairs behind her ear. I let my hand drift down to her neck, brushing over where I knew hidden underneath her make-up, were the dark bruises my fingers had left the night before when I restricted her breathing.

She shuddered, her mind no doubt going back to how she'd arched, her back bowing toward me in silent offering, and her lips open in a silent scream as I plowed into her, my hand wrapped securely around her neck.

She leaned into my touch, her eyelids fluttering as she sunk into her mind, allowing herself to hand her worries and troubles over to me. She pursed her lips, drawing her bottom lip inward as she wet it with saliva, breathing calmly.

"Thank you, Papi," she murmured as I unbuckled her seatbelt for her, pulling it from across her chest.

She waited patiently as I exited the car, walking around to her side and helping her out. She straightened my thin, black tie and picked off some invisible fluff from my grey shirt that I had paired with black slacks and shoes before deciding that I looked acceptable. We collected the pies that Isabella had baked while I supervised earlier in the morning. There were four in all; two pumpkin and two apple ones.

The squealing that commenced once Alice had opened the door would have been amusing had it not been so deafening as they gushed over each other's dresses and the pies we had brought.

I turned my attention to Jasper who was looking at his wife and my girlfriend with bemusement. I offered him my hand, which he took in a firm handshake.

"Edward Cullen," I said smoothly.

"Jasper Whitlock," he drawled in return, one side of his mouth rising in a friendly lopsided grin as he gave my hand an extra squeeze. I returned his grin with a slight smirk of my own, our silent exchange banishing any and all doubts from my mind about today. We nodded, communicating our acceptance of the other before releasing hands and turning to the girls, who were gazing at us curiously.

"It's been too long, Edward," Alice said with a soft smile, opening her arms as she came over and hugged me. I was a little surprised by the gesture but recovered quickly, returning it lightly. While I had seen Alice in passing since I had quit therapy-as Isabella and her were such good friends-, we hadn't spent any prolonged time, giving each other no more than the curtsey of greetings and inquiries of health.

"You too, Alice," I replied as she extracted herself from the hug.

"Jacob, Laurent, and Benji are already here, so why don't you guys go off and join them while I put the pies in the kitchen," Alice suggested, shooing us toward the living room.

"I can help you," Isabella offered, even though it was quite apparent that she wanted to keep an eye on me to make sure I kept my word.

"I'd rather not burn the kitchen down today," she teased. "Don't worry, I have everything under control. Go and relax. Dinner should be on the table in five minutes anyway."

Isabella looked relieved as she slipped her hand into mine, guiding me through the house to catch up with Jasper.

While I wouldn't have described the feelings buzzing under my skin as nerves, there was a definite sense of caution, wariness as we entered the living room. I immediately recognized Jacob from the pictures in Isabella's room. He was sitting on the couch with a child—who I guessed to be Benji—in his lap.

"Jacob, Laurent and Benji, I want you to meet my boyfriend, Edward Cullen," Isabella introduced, gripping my hand tightly in hers as she bounced nervously.

"Bonjour, Jacob, Laurent et Benji. Je suis très heureuse de vous connaitre," I greeted graciously in fluent French, surprising Isabella more than the rest of them.

"Bonjour, Monsieur Cullen," Benji said, smiling shyly.

"Hey," Jacob grunted, eyeing me speculatively.

"Très bien! Your French...it's good," Laurent praised me.

"Merci. Comment vas-tu?" I asked conversationally.

"Très bien, merci. Et toi?" he queried, his accent thickening as he spoke.

"Très bien," I replied, taking a seat next to Isabella on the love seat.

"I didn't know you could speak French," she murmured quietly, looking a little flustered and awed.

"I have to have some secrets," I responded. "Otherwise, how would I be able to keep you on your toes?" I gave her a wink, to which she retaliated by brushing the hair off her neck, letting the outline on the purple, finger-shaped bruises become visible to my eyes.

You would have only seen them if you knew they were there, or if you were actively seeking it. I narrowed my eyes slightly at her before turning my attention to Laurent again.

"How are you liking America?" I asked, more to distract myself than anything.

"It...ah...takes getting used to, oui?”

I chuckled. "That it does," I agreed, liking the guy already.

"But Benji...he find good ballet class here...so he is...uh, how you say?...happy!" He beamed at me, looking rather pleased with his English.

"Really?" I said with surprised interest. "My Nonna was a prima ballerina back in Italy during her prime. Gianna Tetro was her maiden name. Maybe you've heard of her?”

He breathed out a long breath, holding a hand to his heart as he struggled to find words. "Gianna Tetro was la légende. I have based a...whole collection on some of ze dances she has performed. She is...ah...inspiring!”

"I'll tell her you said next time she calls," I told him. He looked a little star-struck, but he recovered quickly as Alice walked in.

"It's nice to see you all getting along, but we'll have to move this to the dining room because dinner is served," she said, beaming as she ushered us into the dining room like a mother hen.

I pulled out Isabella's chair for her, feeling Jacob scrutinizing my every move, his eyes boring into me as I pushed her chair back in.

I raised an eyebrow at him, silently telling him that if he had something to say, then he should. His lips turned down slightly, and he averted his eyes, choosing the seat across from me.

"First, we are going to go around the table and say one thing that we're thankful for," Alice instructed. "I'll start...I'm thankful for my husband, my friends, and the fact that tomorrow is Black Friday." She cast a pointed look at Isabella, reminding her of the promise she had made to join her at four in the morning for the sales.

Jasper chuckled, shaking his head at his wife, a fond smile on his lips before focusing his attention back toward everyone. "I'm thankful for my darling wife, and the fact that I have been asked to do a show in San Francisco at The McLoughlin Art Gallery in March."

He turned his attention to me since I was next, and I leaned back in chair, relaxed. "I'm thankful for the support and acceptance of my gorgeous girlfriend and friends," I said. Isabella squeezed my hand to gain my attention before leaning over and kissing me chastely, but passionately.

We pulled back soon after, not wanting to get too caught up in each other. She blushed once she realized that everyone was looking and waiting for her to go next. "I'm thankful for everyone around this table, for getting to know my father, and..." she paused for a moment, casting her eyes in my direction before taking a deep breath. "...for finding out that I actually have a forty percent chance of getting pregnant.”

It felt as though all the air had left me at her revelation, my mind whirring a mile a minute. "You got the results?" I breathed, and she nodded.

"They called last night, but then you distracted me, and we were really busy this morning. I thought this would be a good way to announce it." She seemed nervous for my reaction, but as a huge smile broke out across my face, she relaxed, laughing quietly as I entangled our hands before lifting them up and placing a kiss on the back of hers.

"I told you, you wouldn't regret it," I said, causing her to scoff lightly at me.

"As if you knew what the results would be," she responded with ire.

I shrugged, lowering our hands to rest on my thigh. "I knew that either way, you would get the closure you needed on it.”

She nodded, leaning closer to talk to me as everyone continued to say what they were thankful for. "You're right. Thank you for not letting me use fear to hold me back. I know forty percent isn't huge, but I've spent years thinking I was infertile. They told me that I would need some hormonal supplements and that my pregnancy would have to be monitored carefully. To me, though, just knowing that one day I could have kids, is enough. I have the option now, and—in a few years—I think I'll be ready to explore that," she admitted.

"Well, don't wait too long. I'm not as young as I used to be, and I don't want my sperm bank drying up," I teased, gauging her reaction to me expecting for the kids she wanted to be mine.

Before her, kids and me weren't even in the same hemisphere. I mean, my sister's daughters were cute, but I'd always felt a slight detachment to them, playing the dutiful Uncle, but happy to leave at the end of the day for the quiet of my apartment.

Isabella had changed that for me. Now, when I imagined the future, there were little girls with her eyes and my hair, and boys with her hair and my eyes.

Her breath hitched slightly, but she held my gaze steadily. "I won't," she murmured, lifting a burden from my shoulder that I wasn't aware was present.

The rest of dinner went by smoothly, Isabella and I sneaking glances at each other as the new development of our future danced in our minds. We talked and ate until we couldn't swallow another mouthful before moving to the living room for drinks, while our bodies digested.

It was only as I exited the bathroom after having relieved myself that the inevitable confrontation with Jacob happened.

He was leaning against the wall, waiting for me, as I stepped out of the bathroom. We faced each other silently, knowing that this moment had been a long-time coming, and that it was better to do it out of hearing range of Isabella.

Our eyes met, both of our gazes calculating and wary.

"Do you wanna go first or shall I?" he finally asked.

"Be my guest," I said graciously.

He let out a long breath, softening his defensive stance slightly. "I know that we'll never be best friends, but I think we can get along for Isabella's sake. She wants us to be nice to each other, and while I know you dislike me, I want you to know that I'm not that fond of you either," he stated confidently.

I nodded, agreeing with him. "You're right. We should be amiable to one another, if not just for Isabella's sake, but for the record I don't dislike you. I just need to know that if anything happens to me, I can trust you with Isabella's heart." He opened his mouth to speak, but I plowed on ignoring his attempt at an interruption.

"I know she's forgiven you for abandoning her for three months when she really needed you—and I support her on that decision—but you didn't have to talk her down from doing something stupid at three o'clock in the morning while she bawled her eyes out. If I hadn't been there, I dread to think what would have happened to her. She was completely broken, and the one person she had always relied on was ignoring her.

"I won't let you hurt her like that again, but ultimately who she has in her life is her choice. Don't make her regret letting you in her life and do everything in your power to show her just how much she matters to you, and we won't have a problem. Okay?”

He nodded. "Crystal. You really love her, don't you?" he asked.

"More than I've ever loved anyone else. She completes me in a way I never thought possible. I know our relationship isn't conventional, but it works for us. I would rather cut off my own hand than hurt her in any shape or form," I told him sincerely.

"Good. If we both focus our attention on Isabella, I think we'll get along fine. I'm sure she has already told you, but if you ever need any clothes designed or tailored, just give me a call, and we'll work something out," he said.

"I'll keep that in mind," I said with a slight grin. We both nodded at each other, sealing our agreement before turning and heading for the kitchen to help with the cleaning-up.

...

"Branding is where you burn your mark into my skin, right?" Isabella confirmed, her eyes trained on her laptop as she looked over her checklist. We had been spending Thanksgiving weekend revising our contract until we decided to completely rid ourselves of our "safety net.”

With confirmation about the future, we were both confident in jumping forward with both feet, holding nothing back.

She lay on her stomach between my spread legs, her own legs resting on either side of my waist as I leaned back against the headboard, my hand working the cheeks of her ass apart.

"Yes, while the idea is intriguing, it's a little too sadistic for my taste," I told her.

She hummed in agreement, bobbing her head up and down as I worked the lube over her little puckered hole.

"Exhibitionism..." She read out loud. "Can we talk about that one?" she requested, her tone noticeably breathy as I slipped a finger inside of her.

"Yes, of course we can," I encouraged her, adding another finger.

She mewled, bucking her hips back into my hand, forcing my fingers deeper into her as I scissored them, stretching her ass for something bigger.

"Concentrate," I reminded her gently, removing my fingers completely from her.

I picked up the anchor, the rounded steel point sticking up enticingly as I dribbled more lube into my palm, coating it liberally over the tip and bulbous body. The anchor was by no means small, and I wanted it to sit comfortably in her ass by the night of Alice's party.

"Uhmm, I was talking to Alice about her party, and how she has the whole 'no penetration or full nudity' rules, and I was reminded of Charles' party, when you made me come in front of him. It embarrassed me, but it was also...exhilarating. So I wanted to talk to you about maybe doing some light playing?”

I hummed, pressing the tip of the anchor between her cheeks, forcing the walls of her asshole to give way as I slowly started to ease it inside her.

"What kind of playing did you have in mind?" I asked, more to distract her than anything else. I could feel the way she trembled, small whimpers of discomfort escaping her as I used my free hand to massage her back comfortingly.

"Uh...fuck! M-maybe a blow job or something," she choked out, her hands curling into fists as she breathed heavily.

I seated the anchor fully inside her before adjusting it so that the anchor slid out of the notch, hooking it deep in her ass. I use both hands to massage her back, pleased that it didn't take as long as last time for her to get used to the sensation.

I had been trying to acclimate her to the anchor by having her take it once a day until it started hurting so that, by the time of the party, her ass would be able to take it for the whole night.

"So, you want to suck my cock in public, my dirty little girl?" I purred lowly.

She shivered slightly, flexing her ass cheeks around the anchor. "Uh huh. I want people to see how hot you look with my lips wrapped around your cock," she admitted, barely concealed excitement in her tone. I chuckled, my cock twitching and straining against the waistband of my boxers, the idea of people watching her suck me off sending hot spikes of arousal shooting through my body.

I had always been a closeted exhibitionist, unable to really show any of my past girlfriends that deviant streak of mine, but with my Bellezza, I was free to allow others watch her suck me until I came down her throat.

"When you put it like that, how am I meant to refuse?" I said, grabbing the towel that I had placed next to me, cleaning the lube off my hands until I deemed them clean enough. I picked up my iPad, pulling up my own checklist, skimming through it until I came upon one of the options I wanted to discuss, and, hopefully, reevaluate.

"My turn?" I asked.

"Hmmm, go ahead," she encouraged.

"I wanted to revisit bathroom control. I know, originally, we both marked it as something we weren't interested in, but I think a little bit of light play could be interesting.”

She hummed, tapping on the keys of her laptop as she brought it up, reading through its description. "How light? Because I honestly do not want any enemas and diapers directed toward me," she told me honestly.

"I concur. That kind of thing doesn't turn me on in the least, but I was more looking at the control aspect of it. It's an ingenious, yet sadistic way for me to tease you. Imagine me making you drink until you bladder is full, then forcing you to hold it at my leisure until I deem that you've earned the right to relieve yourself," I said, painting a picture for her.

She shifted, carefully twisting her body to the side so that she could look at me. "Would it count as minor humiliation if you made me wet myself?" she asked since she had marked minor humiliation as something she wanted to look into.

I mulled over her question for a long moment before shaking my head. "I wouldn't think so. Something like that would be considered more of major humiliation in my book. Plus, I wouldn't be so cruel as to make you wait long enough that you'd wet yourself. I know your limits, and if I push too hard you can always safeword," I explained.

She nodded slowly, going over what I had said in her mind before allowing a slight smile to turn up her lips. "Okay. I'm going to trust you on this one. As long as you don't push too hard, I think that it could be enjoyable giving you that aspect of control.”

I smirked, rolling her fully onto her back before climbing on top of her. "You won't regret it," I told her confidently before capturing her lips in a searing kiss, my mouth moving impatiently and forcefully over hers.

She sighed against my lips, reaching up to wind her hands in my hair, tilting and tugging my head to her specifications as she deepened the kiss, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. Our tongues tangled and caressed one another, the air we managed to suck in coming out in breathless pants until we were forced to separate.

"We need to finish our checklists," she reminded me as my lips hunted along the curve of her jaw.

"Hmmm, Altocalciphilia?" I asked distractedly, tugging the skin at the corner of her jaw into my mouth and sucking lightly on it.

"As long as I'm the one wearing the heels, then it's still fine," she murmured, tilting her head to give me more access.

"Cock worship?" I continued, laving her neck with my tongue, dipping it in the hollow of her throat.

"That's always going to be a 'yes', Papi," she breathed.

"Domestic Service?" I continued as I trailed kisses along her collarbone.

"You know I love servicing your needs. Still a 'yes'," she panted, squirming beneath me as I ran my nose around the supple globe of her left tit.

"Forced nudity?" I asked with a smirk, watching her nipples tighten and swell as my breath tickled them.

"Uh...I want more of that," she admitted.

"Dirty girl," I growled. "Forced orgasms?”

"Yes!" she moaned, arching her back as my lips wrapped around her nipple, struggling to concentrate on the topic at hand. I knew that distracting her while she did this wasn't wise, and that we would have to go back and double check her answers, but I was having way too much fun to stop. I kept the questions easy, using ones I already knew she had okay'd previously, using my words to stimulate her body further.

I focused my attention on her tits, sucking and licking her nipples until I was satisfied. "How's the anchor?" I asked, pulling back slightly.

She shifted, her skin flushed and her chest glistening with my saliva as it heaved. "It's fine," she replied, running her hands down my chest she reached my boxers, coyly playing with the waistband centimeters from my overeager cock.

I pinched her nipple between my fingers, rolling it before tugging on it lightly. "Body Modification?”

"I thought we covered that with branding?" she panted, and I shook my head.

"There are a lot of different kinds of body modifications. I'm leaning more toward you getting your nipples pierced. It will make them more sensitive and perfect for tugging on," I stated matter-of-factly.

She gave me a calculated look, narrowing her eyes slightly as she searched my eyes for something. "On one condition," she finally said. I quirked an eyebrow in question, pressing her to speak.

"I want you to get your cock pierced," she told me.

I snorted, pulling back until I was resting back on my haunches. "Hell, no. Bellezza, I love you, but not enough to have a needle shoved through my cock solely for your pleasure," I informed her, feeling my erection deflate to half-mast at the very thought of it.

"You're asking me to have a needle shoved through my nipples," she pointed out.

"That isn't the same thing, and you know that. Now, if I asked you to have a needle shoved through your clit, I could sympathize, but I didn't, and I wouldn't be that cruel. Some things are sacred, and my cock is one of them.”

She rolled her eyes at me. "Arrogant much. How about this: my nipples for yours. Tit for tat and all that," she cajoled, sensing that I was wavering somewhat.

"One: you love my arrogance. Two: I'll trade both of your nipples for one of mine. Take it or leave it, it's my final offer.”

Her mouth screwed up in indecision before her expression settled into a soft scowl, her bottom lip poking out into a pout. "Fine," she relented grudgingly.

I smirked, and gripped her thighs just above her knees and pulled her toward me, spreading her legs so that they rested on either side of my hips. "Don't pout, mia Bellezza, it's unbecoming," I told her, causing her to fold her arms across her chest petulantly, pushing her tits up in a way that had my eyes darting downward to feast on the creamy skin.

I fell forward, pressing my palms into the bed on either side of her head as I ducked my head down, my hair falling into my eyes.

"I have a suggestion," I murmured, my hand snaking across the soft surface of her skin until it grasped the flesh of her thigh. I hitched it over my hip and pulling her body closer to mine.

"Oh?" she responded, her eyes mirroring mine as they smoldered, her tongue darting out and sliding over her bottom lip as she absorbed the tension in the air. It hung over us, saturating through our skin and wrapping around our bones in an almost unbreakable hold.

"I think that we should take a break from all the seriousness," I told her as she propped herself up on her elbows, craning her neck as my nose skimmed up her throat. She gripped my neck, digging her nails into my skin as her other hand drifted to my boxers, her fingers sliding beneath the fabric and hooking onto it.

"Hmmm, if you think that's best," she purred, tugging my boxers down on one side while I grasped onto the other, freeing my erection from its cloth prison. It bobbed, twitching and leaking as it slapped against my stomach, causing a strained groan to leave me. She pushed on my shoulders, knowing that, without my consent, she couldn't actually move me but I gave in, rolling over onto my back, taking her with me. She hovered over me, tucking her hair behind her ears as she stared hungrily at me.

I shifted backward, moving out from under her slightly, but she followed, matching each of my movements with one of her own. It seemed that tonight she was the predator, and I was the prey. Her muscles coiled and bunched as she fisted my hair, dragging my face to hers. She was aggressive and passionate, taking control of the kiss as I battled against her, giving her the challenge she longed for.

This was part of the balance of our relationship; allowing her to dominate me in the way I did so often. It was a constant push and pull, giving her what she needed while taking what I wanted. She loved the fight that I gave her, the chase, the pivotal part of the hunt. I never gave into her easily, forcing her to assert herself over me.

She nipped and bit down on my bottom lip hard enough for a hiss to escape me from the pain. I wasted no time in retaliating by yanking her head back her hair, separating our mouths. Her lips were swollen, and she closed her eyes minutely, enjoying the burn against her scalp. Her eyes flashed open as she scraped her nails down my chest, leaving red, angry marks in its wake. I arched my chest, the pain sending sparks shooting straight down to my groin.

I flipped her over, putting her at a disadvantage as I hovered over her, a cocky smirk on my lips as I raised an eyebrow, silently asking her what she was going to do now. She was undeterred by my stance, reaching down and grasping my cock in her hand. My momentary distraction was all she needed as she quickly slipped out of my hold, disappearing from view.

I twisted around to face her just in time to see her pounce on me, the surprise of her attack knocking me off balance, forcing me onto my back. I sprawled across the bed with a very smug Isabella on top of me.

She pinned my wrists down with her hands as her mouth descended on my neck, sucking and biting the skin until she had marked me. Her grip was surprisingly strong as I fought against her, enjoying the primal undertone of her taking me as her own too much to put any real effort in trying to get out from under her.

She moved down my chest, licking and biting my nipples as I groaned, bucking my hips up in an attempt to gain friction, my head falling back as my eyes rolled back into my head.

The feel of her wet, warm, velvety tongue tracing the muscles of my stomach had me twitching and grunting, my body hot and flushed.

My thighs tensed as her hands brushed over them, her tongue following the line of my pelvis before she nuzzled her nose against the side of my cock, blowing her breath over me teasingly. She smirked devilishly at me, cocky and high on power. She was too busy internally gloating to be prepared for my attack. My legs rose, wrapping around her waist and pulling her down onto her stomach between my legs.

She squeaked in surprise as I unwrapped my legs, moving my body so that I was sitting up on my knees. She scrambled up to match my position, her eyes wild and dark as she regarded me. Our chests heaved as our eyes roamed, devouring every inch of skin our eyes feasted upon.

I couldn't be sure as to who attacked who first, but one moment we were regarded each other, and the next, our mouths had fused together, our tongue fighting and our teeth crashing against each other. We yanked and tugged at one another, the pain sparking pleasure in us until pain became our pleasure.

My hands grasped handfuls of her ass, pulling her flush into me as I rutted my cock against her stomach. She yanked my hair roughly whilst scraping her teeth over my adam's apple.

We attacked one another mercilessly, marking ferociously until our skin was littered bruises and marks.

I wasn't even sure how she did it, but I found myself on my back, bouncing against the mattress as she straddled my waist, her chest heaving with each breath and her skin flushed. I pushed myself up onto my hands, leaning back on them as she grasped my cock and unceremoniously sank down on me.

She gripped my shoulders tightly as she lifted herself up, sliding along on my cock before slamming her hips back down on me. We cried out simultaneously, the pleasure crawling up my skin as she clutched me deep inside her, her walls fluttered around me in her wet, hot depths.

My hands curled into fists, grasping the sheets as I responded to her every thrust, slamming my hips up to greet hers. She bounced on my lap, her ripe tits jiggling as a light sheen on perspiration glistened on her skin.

"Fuck!" she whimpered, her hips faltering in their rhythm as I ducked my head and captured one of her nipples between my lips. My hand shot out, clutching her hip as I helped her regain the pace. The wet slap of our skin was like music to my ears, and I snaked my hand around to her ass, pulling her even closer to me so that my cock could slip deeper into her. Our pelvises rubbed against each other smoothly, the tip of her clit grazing me with each thrust.

We were lost, drowning with little hope of resurfacing, but we didn't care. We clung to each other, nails biting into skin as lips and teeth marked and bruised, our tongues laving away any irritation. There was the same overwhelming ball of emotion pressing down on me as there was when I made love to her, our feelings transferring from one body to the other until it became a repetitive cycle.

No matter what we did, there was always the essence of us in it, and with that came the love that we had cultivated. Whether I tied her up and fucked her or made sweet, gentle love to her, the core emotions would always be the same, and the intensity would be no les for one than the other.

There had always been a spark between us from the very beginning, even if neither us had recognized it for what it was. The tension combined with our new-found love followed us, harnessing and ensnaring us until it became a mass of concentrated feelings and emotions, the comparison that of pouring gasoline onto a fire.

She threw her head back, arching her chest forward as her body bent backward so far that I could feel her hair brushing against my thighs. She was a picture of raw, untamed grace, her hips rocking and thrusting as she clawed at my back, trying to peel flesh from bone.

Her plump lips parted in a silent cry as I reached between us, my eyes darting down as my fingers met drenched, swollen flesh. I watched the way I slid in and out of her, my engorged cock glistening with her juices as it disappeared through her lips repeatedly, the thick, heady scent of sex wafting up and filling my nostrils.

Sweat clung to my skin, little rivulets dripping down the side of my neck as I strained, my breathing labored and heavy and my hair damp.

"Fuck! I love you, mia Bellezza, so much," I spat out, my jaw clenched shut as I exerted my body, forcing myself to hold fast to the fire burning inside me.

"Yes!" she keened, bringing her up flush to mine, our chests sliding against each other as she fisted a handful of my hair, forcing my eyes to stare into her heavy-lidded ones. "As I love you," she responded, her eyes flaming with desire and love.

Our mouths crashed against each other in a sloppy, passionate kiss, reinforcing our words with actions.

If there was anything I had learnt over the years, it was that you could tell anyone whatever they wanted to hear, but backing it up with actions always left you coming up short, because, at the end of the day, they were just words. Words no longer held the weight they once did, you had to have actions to back you up, real, tangible evidence that mollified any doubts lurking beneath the surface.

Her clit was slick and slippery under my thumb as I rubbed circles over it, maximizing her pleasure. She mewled and cried out, my name on her lips more often than not.

It felt as though everywhere our skin touched, I burned, my flesh scorched and branded by her own.

My hips jerked in surprise as she grasped my wrist, pulling my hand from between her legs with a frantic shake of her head. "Just you," she pleaded, the words she wasn't speaking echoing loudly in my mind. She was asking me to make her cum without the extra stimulation of her clit.

I had done it on occasion, but I mainly relied on her clit to send her over the edge, my body always too desperate to fill her with my own cum. Being aware of having the responsibility of giving her an orgasm with solely my cock humbled me slightly, causing determination to flare up in me.

I pushed her backward, my hands holding her hips to mine so that our bodies didn't separate as we changed positions, me now above her. I barely gave myself enough time to worry about the fact that her head was off the bed or that her laptop had, at some point, disappeared before I pulled one of her legs over my shoulder, the other automatically wrapping around my waist as I started a new, more punishing pace.

It wasn't long before her screams mingled with my grunts and filled the air. I ignored the burn in my thighs as they flexed, my muscles stretching with each thrust. My eyes never left her face as I watched her every reaction. The way her brows furrowed, the way her teeth bit down on her bottom in a weak attempt to hold back her screams only to release it when it all became too much.

I could feel her arousal dripping down onto my balls as they slapped against her ass.

"Yes!" she screamed out, her hips bucking wildly into mine as her walls fluttered, tightening its grip around me as she got closer to her release. I forced myself to move quicker and harder in her, reveling in the way she got tighter with each thrust.

She thrashed, her body writhing and squirming beneath me as though there was no possible way to be still. Our hips crashed against each other, each becoming more erratic as I neared my own release.

My hips jerked as her walls suddenly clamped down on me, its hold unyielding and forceful enough to set off my orgasm. Our releases hit within moments of each other, our bodies shuddered and shaking as unintelligible words escaped my lips.

We collapsed in an exhausted but sated heap, my head pressed between her plump tits as I tried to catch my breathing. My eye fluttered shut as her hands stroked languidly through my hair, the rise and fall of her chest calming as her heart slowed down.

"Fuck," I finally breathed out, forcing my limbs to cooperate so that I could pull out and roll off her, my weight probably crushing her. I slumped down next to her on my back, naked as the day I was born.

She laughed quietly. "I love it when you make me cum like that," she admitted. "It makes it so much more intense.”

I hummed, too relaxed to bother getting into an in-depth talk about the difference between vaginal and clitoral orgasms.

"We still haven't finished our checklist," she murmured with a sigh, rolling over to pick her laptop off the floor, giving me a beautiful view of her ass and reminding me about her anchor.

"I should probably take out your anchor," I told her, running my palms over her ass.

"How about you take it out while I finish my checklist?" she suggested, settling on her stomach with her laptop in front of her.

I chuckled. "I think it was something like that is what caused us to take the break in the first place," I reminded her as I moved to straddle her thighs.

"The break was your idea, not mine," she pointed out.

"It isn't my fault you're so distracting," I shot back, twisting the anchor so that it slid back into its notch before slowly starting to ease it out of her ass.

"Something tells me that we're going to be here all day," she ground out, her ass rising slightly.

"Mia Bellezza, I won't complain if you don't," I told her, pulling the anchor out pretty easily before picking up the towel from the floor and wrapping the plug in it for me to sterilize later.

"Never said I was complaining," she quipped. "Now, tell me, how do you feel about 'Roleplay'?"

...

Papi = Daddy.

Bellezza = Beauty.

French translation (Courtesy of my French mother.)

Bonjour Jacob, Laurent et Benji. Je suis très heureuse de vous connaitre,= Hello Jacob, Laurent and Benji. I am very pleased to meet you.

Très bien! = Very good!

Merci. Comment allez-vous? = Thank you. How are you?"

Très bien, merci. Et vous, monsieur? = Very good, thank you. And you, sir?

Oui = Yes.

La légende = a legend.