AN: Thanks to Lyta7ff from PTB and Pain Jane for beta'ing this for me.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. Everything done in this fic is completely consensual.
Chapter 30
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My mind was slow and felt water-logged as I darted my tongue out to wet my lips. While I was used to frequent traveling, going from Paris to Italy before having our layover in London left me a little discombobulated. I wasn't sure which time zone my body was in, but a quick glance at the digital clock flashing the time told me that it probably wasn't this one.
We had touched down at Heathrow the previous night around one, the snow delaying our flight out until that night. In truth, with our late arrival the night before into London–Charles had been kind enough to lend us his apartment since he was spending the holidays with his family up north–it wasn't too much of a surprise that I was so tired.
I rubbed a hand over my eyes, brushing away the last of sleep. I wasn't sure how I knew, but Isabella's absence seemed glaringly obvious without me even having to turn toward the empty side of the bed. Maybe it was because if she had been there, she would have been curled up against me, her legs tangled with mine, or maybe it was because I could always somehow feel her presence. Either way, I didn't like her absence.
"Bellezza!" I called out, my voice hoarse from disuse. I cleared my throat before calling out for her again, my voice more clear this time.
It didn't take long before I heard her feet pattering toward me. She burst into the room wearing a pair of panties and one of my plaid shirts she had ransacked from my closet back at home. Only one button was done up, keeping her plump tits covered with only a hint of the swells of them to tease. Her hair was pulled back in a messy loose braid, and it bounced as she jumped onto the bed, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
She kneeled beside me, leaning over to plant a kiss on my lips. "Morning, Papi," she chirped happily.
I hummed in response, another yawn escaping me. "More like afternoon," I corrected. "Why didn't you wake me up earlier?”
She shrugged. "You were tired. If the roles had been reversed, you would have done the same. Now, I've been waiting for ages for you to wake up, so out of bed, mister."
I groaned as she tugged on my hand, trying to get me to at least sit up. My muscles protested, having been rather happy staying in their current position. "Do I have to?" I asked petulantly as I reluctantly shifted my body upward.
"Yes," she said with a sharp nod. "It's snowing, and I want to go play in it.”
The excitement in her eyes and the way she was practically bouncing up and down on the mattress made a smile curve on my lips in amusement.
"What?" she asked, her eyebrows furrowing. "I haven't seen snow since I was a little kid, when my grandparents were still alive. We'd go visit them in Nebraska for the Christmas holidays, and those were the only times I've ever played in the snow. It has been years, and I've been waiting forever for you to wake up so that I could go out.”
The fact that she had waited for me to get up before going outside touched me somewhat. It was an experience she wanted to share with me, and with that new information, I didn't protest too much when she threw some clothes at me. I wouldn't have said that I was quite awake by the time she ushered me out of the bedroom and down the hall toward the door.
"Coffee?" I asked hopefully as the bitter taste hit my nostrils.
She practically threw a flask at me. "Here, it's still hot.”
I felt a mix of amusement and exasperation as she tugged me toward the door. She was wrapped in layer after layer of warm clothes, the protective side of me having emerged as her health was upmost importance to me. I didn't want her catching a cold, and her woolen hat, scarf, gloves and extra pair of socks helped with that. I was somewhat thankful that his apartment was on the first floor as Isabella dragged me toward the front of the building and outside.
The wind was biting, and I had to squint as the light reflected off the snow, the white sparkling brightly. I barely blinked before Isabella was gone, running off down the steps and out into the street. I didn't even have enough time to tell her to be careful, the last thing either of us needed was a trip to the hospital after she slipped over on some ice.
I settled down on the steps, content to just sit back and drink my coffee, but I found that I couldn't take my eyes away from her. I was completely enthralled by her, captured in her silk web as she twirled around in the snow. Her cheeks and nose were already flushed from the cold, and she tipped her head back, her pink tongue emerging from between her pouty lips to taste the snow falling from the grey sky.
She turned to where I was sitting on the step outside the apartment building, her wide grin and sparkling eyes making my stomach clench.
I returned her grin, clutching my travel mug of coffee tightly between my gloved hands, the scorching liquid keeping me awake and warm.
"C'mon Papi," she called out to me, bending down to collect snow between her hands.
"I'm fine right here," I told her, eyeing her warily as she packed a clump of snow together before standing up, the most innocent, angelic expression on her face. "Don't you dare," I warned her.
She quirked an eyebrow at me in challenge, her lips twitching as she pulled her arm back and lobbed the snowball at me. It hit me square in the chest, and I jumped in surprise spilling coffee down the front of my coat. I was frozen in shock for a minute while Isabella laughed loudly, practically bent double with the force of it.
I raised my eyes to hers with an expression that I could only describe as dangerous. Her laughter trailed off, her eyes widening as she raised her hands, palms flat out as she backed away slowly. "It was just a little fun, Papi," she said, trying to soothe me. I stood up, glancing down at my stained coat before looking back up at her.
"You're going to pay for that," I growled. She gave a squeak as I started stalking toward her before turning and running away. I ran after her, pausing to bend down to make a snowball and throwing it at the back of her head. She screamed as the snow ricochet off her, knocking her slightly off balance.
She brushed the snow off her hat, shooting me a glare before scooping up some snow. I ducked behind a car as snow came flying at me, stealthily making my way in her direction, a snowball at the ready. I poked my head out from behind my shield, my eyebrows furrowing as I searched for her. The street was empty, but her feet had left behind prints and my eyes followed them to behind a car across the street.
She whistled loudly, and my head jerked up just in time to get hit in the face. "The fuck!" I spluttered as she giggled, once again disappearing. I didn't even think twice about it, just dived out from behind the car and ran after her. She ran pretty fast, but I was quicker, managing to grip her around the waist and pull her down into the snow with me.
She screamed loudly, struggling in my grip as I shoved snow down the back of her jacket. I snickered as she flailed around, fighting me weakly until I pushed her onto her back and hovered over her, a fistful of snow at the ready.
"Uncle! Uncle!" she shrieked. I laughed and sat back on my heels, dumping the snow on the ground as I pulled her up into my lap.
"Actually it's Papi," I teased her. She peeked up at me from under her eyelashes, and the apples of her cheeks flushed as she smiled. The way she looked at me, as though I was her hero, humbled me. My heart twisted in my chest just thinking of the love that shined from them, and I knew that my eyes mirrored hers. There was no way for us to measure the love we shared because it was incomprehensible.
It was like trying to figure out just how far space stretched on for.
There was no point even trying to measure because it was so vast and so big that you could count for years and still not have an answer. If you had told me a year ago that I would be here, the love of my life in my lap with an engagement ring adorning her finger, I would have laughed incredulously.
I saw now, that for years I had been settling, never thinking that my destiny was right around the corner. Isabella may have thought that I had saved her, but she had, in turn, fixed me. I saw now that I had been broken, slipping into the role of Senator until I was almost unrecognizable. My only reprieve came from fucking call girls, and I saw now just how sad that was. The highlight of my life had been paying for sex, and I had been okay with that.
I had sold myself so short, too afraid of the consequences of revealing my true self that I had almost lost myself.
I wasn't even sure when the shift had taken place between us. It seemed as though one week I was just her client, and the next one we were more. I hadn't wanted to admit it at the time, but things had changed long before she came to my apartment, tears staining her cheeks as she tried to hold herself together.
I had already shared more with her than I had with any of the other girls previously. Before Isabella, it had been just been sex, plain and simple. But with her, I found myself sharing things, personal things, about myself.
I had never brought any of my other girls to my house outside of the city. It was my personal haven, set apart from my life in the city, yet Isabella had penetrated the thick armor I had been using to protect myself with without even knowing it.
I cupped her face in my hands, stroking my leather clad thumb over her cheeks before crashing my lips to hers. The kiss was passionate and needy, and she matched my intensity, knowing without me saying what I needed. I loved that I could see our future spreading out behind my closed lids each night. I could already imagine myself cuddling behind her, my hands resting on her pregnant stomach.
I could see our wedding, her in white, and me in a suit as we said our vows. The images swirled around my mind as I clutched her tight against my body, ignoring now the cold, wet snow that was seeping through my pants as my mouth devoured hers.
The thing that each image in my mind had in common was that in each, we were both free. Free from the restraints of society, from the media breathing down our necks, free from all obligations that didn't include me taking care of Isabella.
It was heaven, and to know that it was in reach, made me want to explode.
I burned, my body faltering under the intensity of the emotional wave that passed through me, and I let out a choked breath, tears gathering in the corner of my eyes. I felt as though just when I thought that I couldn't feel anymore, I would be hit with something else. There wasn't enough room in my heart for her, and my love for her spread into every crevice of my body, filling me until I couldn't breathe.
"I love you, so much," I murmured desperately against her lips. She shivered, shifting even closer to me, meeting my desperation with her own.
"God, it hurts," she whimpered, clawing at me through the layers of my clothing. I wasn't even aware of our surroundings or the snow anymore. It was just me and her, sharing an intimate moment.
It wasn't until someone wolf-whistled and yelled for us to get a room that we separated, matching grins on our faces. "We should take this inside," I told her. She nodded in agreement and stood up, helping to haul me to my feet as snowballs started flying through the air. We laughed, dodging them as we ran back up to the apartment. I pressed her up against the door as it closed, pinning her there.
"Now, where were we?"
...
Isabella was still dozing lightly as I stumbled out of bed, yanking on a pair of pants. I exited the bedroom, a wide grin on my lips and my muscles deliciously sore.
I was so busy reliving the recent events—our clothes strewn around the apartment digging up some very risque images—that I failed to notice that someone was in the kitchen.
"Charles?" I asked, confused, but rather grateful that I had put pants on. I'd hate to think of his reaction if I had walked out in in the nude. He didn't look in the least surprised to see me as he sat at the kitchen table, sipping on his coffee.
"Edward, I hope I'm not disturbing you or your Beauty. I just had a few things to sort out in town before making the hellish trek back up to my family's place, and decided to treat myself to a Turkish coffee," he explained.
I raked a hand through my hair as his eyes darted down to my bare chest, ogling it appreciatively. "I didn't hear you come in," I said, moving over to sit across from him. He already had a china tea set laid out, and I poured some of his special coffee from the china pot into a teacup.
"You were a little preoccupied," he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "How is your Beauty, by the way? Not too sore I hope.”
I rolled my eyes at him, pretending to be annoyed, but unable to stop the edges of my lips twitching up into a smile. "Her throat may be," I commented lightly.
He hummed, taking a digestive biscuit from the china plate that matched the cups and pot. "She was screaming pretty loudly," he agreed.
I smirked. "Oh, I wasn't talking about the screaming." I left the true meaning of what I had meant hanging in the air, knowing that he, of all people, would get it.
He looked rather impressed, and I couldn't help but preen. "Asphyxiation, impressive, and here I thought you two were being borderline vanilla. Your sounds did deceive me, I'll admit to that.”
I shrugged. "Isabella comes so much harder when I cut off her breathing. A little breath play here and there, even when we aren't scening, goes a long way," I explained.
"Hear, hear. I suppose I should congratulate you in person on your impending nuptials. To think that you could barely gather the balls to tell her that you loved her a few months ago, and yet now you're making an honest woman out her is rather ironic. I guess I missed my chance with you.” Though he said the last part offhandedly, almost as though he were teasing, I could see the underline seriousness of his words. I didn't quite understand why he perused me so relentlessly, but I didn't feel as though it was the time to bring it up.
"How are things with Makenna?" I asked, changing the subject.
His mood immediately soured. "She's as stubborn as a mule. I'm slowly trying to chip away at her defenses, but every time I think I've made headway, it seems as though she puts up another wall. Her latest excuse is that I'm not over you," he said with an eye-roll.
I quirked an eyebrow. "Me?" I asked in confusion.
"She thinks I'm still in love with you, which is bullshit by the way.”
"Wait!" I said, not quite understanding what he was saying. "You were in love with me?" The very notion baffled me. I had always thought our pubescent fling had just been a sexual thing. It had been for me, anyway. To think that Charles had harboured feelings that surpassed our friendship had never entered my mind.
Sure, he flirted and teased, but he had been like that as far as I could remember, and it was just a part of him. Had I been so oblivious and ignorant to his true feelings all these years? To me, it had been sex, meaningless, emotionless sex between perpetually horny teenage boys in need of someone to scratch an itch.
He sighed heavily. "At one point, but my manly wiles never worked after you got a taste of pussy." I still wasn't quite understanding how this could have happened right under my nose without my notice. We had ended things amicably, each of us ready to move onto the next chapter of our lives as we left for the summer with hopes of girls and sex.
We'd both come back with tales of the girls who had taken our virginity's and rocked our worlds.
"But you hooked up with someone after we parted ways that summer," I reminded him.
He looked slightly contrite at my reminder, and shrugged. "I lied. You came back with stories about the buxom brunette that had entertained you all summer. I wasn't exactly about to tell you that I spent two months pining after you, so I made someone up.”
I leaned back in my chair, running my hand over my stubbled jaw as I processed his words. I couldn't help but feel a little sympathetic for him. I had never been in unrequited love, but I couldn’t help but feel bad about my sometimes brusque reactions to his attention.
"I'm sorry, if I had known—“
"If you had known," he interrupted. "You would have put space between us in an attempt to try and not lead me on. I didn't want you analyzing your every move around me. I knew you would never feel the same way about me that I did you, and I accepted that a long time ago. It was just nice to fantasize.”
"Really?" I asked, wondering—not for the first time—why people seemed to think that I was such a catch.
He nodded. "Oh yes. I still do on occasion, but sometimes it's hard to place how you look now to how you did back then. Visuals like this do help though. “
I had forgotten about the fact that I was topless, and I cursed myself for increasing his discomfort. Seeing me like this was the last thing he needed right now.
He must have seen the guilty look on my face because he was quick to speak up. "Don't even think about going to put on a top. It's these little glimpses that make me happy to know that, even though to the world I'm essentially a gay man, you're comfortable being yourself around me," he explained.
"Well, I never had to pretend with you," I admitted. "You're one of the few people who know the real me. We've been friends since we were young, and you mean a lot to me.”
"I always hoped that I'd get another go with you before someone snatched you up, but I'm glad that out of all the women it could have been, it was your Beauty. You've come back out of your shell since you've been with her. I feared that we would lose you for a while.”
I couldn't quite begin to explain just how touched his words made me feel, and any response that I had been thinking to give was cut off by Isabella's presence. She trotted into the room, her hair tousled, and her lips bruised as she rubbed her eyes lazily.
She yawned, so lost in the haze of sleep that she didn't realize that there was more than one person at the table until she was practically in my lap. Charles' eyes raked over her naked chest, her supple tits perky and ripe.
If any other man had done that, I probably would have decked him before dragging Isabella back to the bedroom caveman style to show her just whose she was. I was willing to admit that Charles' and my relationship had never been normal, and that we were more connected than most male friends, but the way I saw it, he had already seen me make her cum, and that was more intimate than her tits which he'd gotten a tease of that night as well.
She jumped, her arms quickly moving to cover her chest as she flushed. I'm sure she would have bolted if I had not grasped her hips and pulled her back into my lap. I knew she wasn't truly embarrassed, her inner exhibitionism making her aroused, and her experience with men making her confident and not shy about her body.
If anything, she was embarrassed because she thought I would be. She knew how possessive I could get at times, and she hated to put me in a position of making that particular beast rise up. She twisted her face to look at me, her arms still hiding her chest as she searched my eyes. I met her gaze with a level stare, communicating without words. She slowly relaxed into me, her arms falling down until she clasped her hands in her lap.
"Did you have a nice nap, Little One?" I asked, pushing her hair back over her shoulder as her gaze lowered slightly until she was looking up at me from under her eyelashes.
She nibbled delicately on her bottom lip as she embraced her role easily, almost without thought. "Yes, Papi," she replied sweetly.
My eyes darted to Charles who seemed transfixed on Isabella's pert tits. I wrapped my arms around her waist, letting my hands caress her soft, curvaceous body. "She's beautiful, isn't she?" I asked as my hands traveled up to her tits. I cupped them, feeling their weight in my hand as she squirmed and arched into my touch, a breathy moan on her lips.
He swallowed, shifting in his seat as he reached down with one hand to adjust himself. An idea started formulating in my head, and I ducked my head, placing my lips at her ear.
"Mia Bellezza," I murmured softly, tweaking her swollen nipple. "Go put something pretty on for me.”
She shivered, her tongue darting out as she coated her lips in a sheen of saliva, making them moist as she found her tongue.
Her breathing was elevated and her skin flushed with want as I loosened my hold on her. She slipped off my lap easily, making her way back into the bedroom, her hips swaying seductively with each step. It was only when she disappeared into the bedroom that I was able to tear my eyes away from her and redirect them to Charles, who looked as enthralled as I did.
"I have a proposition for you," I told him, my words snapping him out of the trance he had fallen into. I couldn't blame him for his distraction because, though we both had been with our fair share of women, Isabella had a way of pulling you in until you were hopelessly trapped in her web without want of escape. Her hourglass figure and creamy skin was only the icing on the cake. Her gaze, her smell, the way she moved; everything she did drew you in.
"How would you like to sit in on a scene between Isabella and me?" I asked.
It amused me how his usual calm demeanor was nowhere to be found as his eyes widened, his mouth opening and closing without any words escaping. He collected himself, taking a sip of his coffee before leaning back in his chair. He cleared his throat as he gracefully crossed his legs at the feet. "What exactly would that entail?" he asked curiously.
"Well, there would be ground rules. I would, of course, be in control of the scene at all times. You may watch, and maybe if I'm feeling generous, I'll let you help at times, but don't forget for a moment that she is mine, and her pussy and ass are solely mine to fuck. I don't share in that capacity, and I never will. The contact between us will be minimal, the scene will be focused on Isabella, not me. We will use the three-color safeword, so that if at any time someone becomes uncomfortable we can either slow down or stop. Any questions?”
He cocked his head to the side, contemplating everything that I had said. "Are you sure?" he asked, knowing me well enough that there were some things that I liked to keep private. The closest I had allowed anyone to watch a scene was at Alice's play party.
"There is no other man I trust more than you," I told him simply. "Isabella and I like to be watched, but we haven't had much opportunity to delve into it. Think of it this way, it may be the last chance you get to see me naked.”
He laughed lightly, his grey eyes twinkling, and his dark curls falling into his eyes as he smirked at me. I was man enough to admit that Charles was handsome, but I also knew that even if I had played for the other team we never would have worked in the end. We were both too dominant to be able to compromise, too stubborn to give in, and at the heart of it, we just weren't compatible as anything more than friends.
"Well then, I'm sold," he said smoothly. "Why don't I open up the playroom and get comfortable, while you see how your Beauty is doing?”
I nodded in agreement and headed for the guest bedroom where we had been staying, while Charles walked past me down the hall. I slipped inside, my eyes immediately seeking out Isabella, a groan almost escaping as I caught sight of her outfit. The corset she had chosen was a dusky pink that matched her barely hidden nipples. It was silk and her tits spilled out of the top, and her fleshy hips seemed to just be begging to be grabbed roughly.
She wore poofy, ruffled panties in the same pink with matching garters and stockings. Her hair was up in two pigtails kept up by pink ribbon.
"Come here, Little One," I called, unable to keep the lust out of my tone. She clasped her hands behind her back as she skipped over to me.
"Do you like it, Papi?" she asked, batting her eyelashes at me.
"No," I murmured. "I love it." She beamed up at me, reaching up onto her tiptoes to kiss me. I accepted the kiss, returning it minutely before pulling back. "We need to talk, mia Bellezza," I told her. I moved to sit on the edge of the bed, patting my lap. She pouted somewhat but came and perched herself on my lap.
"I told Charles that he could sit in on a scene between us," I started, pausing to check her reaction. Her eyebrows drew together and she nibbled on her bottom lip contemplatively
"Are you okay with that?" I questioned softly.
She turned her face toward me, her hot breath fanning out over my cheek as she peered up at me.
"Yes, Papi," she replied hesitantly.
"But?" I asked, urging her to finish her thought.
"I...will he be joining us?" she asked.
"Would you like him to?" I countered.
She peeked up at me, her eyes beseeching mine. "I don't want to be a whore, Papi," she said in a small voice.
Maybe I should have been surprised by her statement, but I knew, at times, this was something she still battled with. When we had first became exclusive, I'd had to break down many barriers she had put up in concerns to what she thought she should want, and what she shouldn't. She tried to separate herself almost completely from her old life, and she thought that having perimeters, she would never again feel used and washed up.
I had explained to her that anything we did as a couple and consented to sexually wasn't wrong or bad as long as it didn't put either of us in danger.
When we had revised our checklists, we had marked threesomes as a soft limit. Neither of us were particularly opposed to them, but we also didn't want to put our relationship at risk in any way. Multiple partners was something we were both still a little iffy about. It was something Isabella had done before, and that experience hadn't exactly been positive.
"Shhh," I murmured, nudging her chin up to kiss her softly. "Never, Little One. You're my dirty little slut, but nothing you could do with me would make you a whore, understand?"
She nodded cautiously. "Yes, Papi.”
"Good, I've already set some ground rules. He may assist me at times, but I am in full control of the scene. Under no circumstance will he be fucking you. Your pussy and ass are for my pleasure alone. If you get uncomfortable at any time, you may safeword. We'll be using the three color system, and I don't want you to hesitate in using them when you need to." I gave her a pointed look to drive my point home.
She seemed to become more at ease with my words, any tension evaporating from her muscles. "Okay, Papi," she agreed.
With our brief conversation done, she moved to stand, letting me guide her toward the door. Any nerves that had been settling inside me vanished as I stepped into the playroom, my Bellezza two steps behind.
I was pleased at how simply the room was laid out, one wall dedicated to paddles, floggers, whips, canes, and any other implement of punishment—or pleasure depending on the person—available. They hung on the wall and beneath them were labeled drawers full of vibrators, dildos, anal plugs, and many more things that I either had back at home or heard of but never had the privilege to use.
A St. Andrews cross was on one wall facing the four posted bed with ties connected to each corner and a suspension system above it. A pillow lay next to the whipping bench, and I was quick to instruct Isabella to kneel on it. She assumed her greeting pose, her hands clasped to her elbows, back straight, head bent and knees spread.
I ignored Charles' presence, focusing instead of placing myself in the right mindset. It would do me no good to be distracted and unable to fulfill my role, especially when I had not just my own well-being to be conscious of. I moved silently, my bare feet soundless on the hardwood floor as I moved toward his toys, taking out a silk blindfold before making my way back to Isabella.
"Do you submit to me, Isabella?" I asked, already knowing what her answer would be. It was merely a precaution, a scapegoat if her mind wasn't in its proper place.
"Yes, Papi," she said clearly. This was the point of no return. Only her safeword would save her for there would be little mercy in my touch. Her answer was all that was needed for both of us to sink fully, embracing who we were as Dom and Sub. I stepped forward so that I was right behind, my eyes checking her position and posture before sliding the blindfold over her eyes. Her breath hitched and she shifted slightly, but kept her position.
"Permission to speak, Papi," she requested.
"Permission granted.”
"Your little girl has a confession to make. Your little girl touched her pussy longer than necessary while she was in the shower earlier.”
My eyes narrowed at her words, but I held my anger in check. She had, after all, come forward to admit her transgression when she could have kept quiet, and I would have been none the wiser. "Did you cum?" I asked quietly.
She shook her head furiously. "No!" she exclaimed as though the thought of coming in that capacity was unthinkable. That improved my mood somewhat, but I had somewhat planned our time in the playroom, and now I would have to adjust them.
"I wanted us to have fun today, Little One, but you've forced my hand. Your punishment will be ten warm-up spanks–five on each cheek–and ten swats of the paddle. Do you accept your punishment?”
"Yes, Papi," she murmured softly.
"Stand," I ordered before turning my attention to Charles. "Remove her corset for me."
He didn't hesitate to do as I asked, and I walked to the wall, looking over the different paddles before choosing a padded rabbit fur paddle. I glanced over at Charles to see him unhooking the hooks of her corset, his hands lingered on the skin that was revealed a little too long for my liking.
I cleared my throat, and he shot a sheepish glance before concentrating on the task I had given him. I took a pair of leather cuffs and a bullet vibrator before turning my attention back to Isabella. I strolled over to her, placing what I had chosen on the whipping bench as I took her in. She shivered as I dragged the pads of my fingers up her back. I gathered her hair in my hands before using it to guide her to edge of the whipping bench.
"Bend over," I demanded, pleased to see no hesitation in her response as she bent her upper half flush with the bench, the cool wood making her hiss quietly. "Cuff her ankles," I instructed Charles as I pulled her arms behind back and cuffed her wrists together.
"What color are you?" I asked once she tested the strength of her bonds and shifted into as comfortable a position as she could manage cuffed down.
"Green, Papi," she breathed.
I yanked her panties down as far as her garters would let me so that they were bunched up under her ass. "I prefer to leave her panties on while I punish her," I told Charles quietly as he watched from close by. "It makes her feel so much more naughty." He chuckled, nodding in agreement.
"Now, Little One, why am I punishing you?" I asked.
"Because I touched my pussy without permission," she murmured.
I brought my hand down on her ass in reprimand. "Wrong answer! Who does your pussy belong to, Bellezza?”
"You, Papi," she whimpered, the sting of my hand fresh on her skin.
"So then, why am I punishing you?”
She paused, her mind whirring as she tried to figure out what I needed her to say. "Be-because I touched your pussy without permission," she amended.
"That's right, and you know I hate it when people touch what is mine without my explicit consent. I want you to count each swat for me.”
I barely gave her time to absorb my words before my hand came down on her ass, the feel of her flesh giving way leaving tingles in my hand that travel through my bones and down my spine.
"One," she moaned.
With each swat, every one of them placed in a different spot, I felt myself drift. My vision seemed to sharpen yet blur at the same time, my only focus point being my Bellezza as she whimpered and cried out each number. By the time I was done with spanks, my breathing was heavier, and I could feel the beginning of a sweat forming on my brow and on the back of my neck. Her ass was a nice shade of pink, her creamy flesh marred in the best of ways.
I wasn't sure how I knew, but a little niggling in my brain told me that she might be slipping a little too quickly into her mind. I found Isabella to be something akin to one of my limbs, and I was constantly aware of her presence and her needs. My hand slipped around her neck, squeezing lightly as I brought her back, easing her into a safer place. The tension seemed to slowly seep from her body as I massaged her neck, shushing her softly.
"What color are you?" I asked.
"Green," she panted softly. I stroked a hand through her hair, brushing a few stray hairs from her face. I trusted Isabella to know how much she could take before she cracked, and I didn't fear pushing her because of it.
"Are you ready to continue your punishment?”
"Yes, Papi," she murmured. Though her voice was quiet, it held a tone of confidence.
I hummed, but didn't answer verbally as I picked up the paddle, feeling its weight in my hands as I decided my next move. "Charles...paddle her for me," I told him. I saw the immediate shift in Isabella's body language. Because she had never been punished by anyone other than me, she was nervous. She knew me well enough to know how hard I would paddle her, and how long between each paddle I would pause. I had just created an unknown variable by asking Charles to be in charge of her punishment.
She now had to trust me not to put her in a situation that could, potentially, hurt her, and I had to trust that I was making the right decision in allowing Charles to, momentarily, be in a position of control. The scene hung in the balance as I handed the paddle to Charles before quickly brushing my hand over her back in assurance.
"Don't start until I give you the go ahead, and go easy on her. She's not a pain slut like you're used to," I murmured in his ear. He nodded, having listened intently and moved to wait for my command.
I backed up, walking around to the other side of the table where her face rested, her eyes still blindfolded. I unbuttoned my slacks, watching her body quiver in arousal as I lowered my zipper slowly. I took my cock out, the bulbous tip leaking as it throbbed against my palm. I smirked at Charles as he stared hungrily at my cock, the girth and length bigger than it was when I was sixteen.
Her breath stuttered as I swept my thumb over her bottom lip. They parted slightly, her face tilting up slightly, seeking my touch. "Open wide for me, mia Bellezza," I ordered. Her mouth stretched open as far as it could as I slowly eased my way into the wet heat of her mouth. I tipped my head back, a groan fresh on my lips as I struggled to find control. She waited patiently, neither sucking or licking, just holding my cock in her mouth as I reined myself in.
I twisted my hands in her hair before looking over at Charles and nodding for him to start. She screamed around my cock, part in surprise, part in pain, as he brought the paddle down on her already sensitive ass, the vibrations causing my eyes to roll back into my head. I thrust my hips forward, starting a quick rhythm as Charles paddled her. She tried her hardest, sucking and licking my cock as enthusiastically as she could manage while she took her punishment.
She gagged and choked as a scream tried to make its way up her throat, only to be blocked by my cock. Saliva ran down her chin as she sobbed, the cleansing of the punishment starting. She purged the guilt out of her system tear by tear until there was nothing left.
She was still sucking my cock by the time Charles was done with the paddle, and I pushed my hips further down her throat, forcing her to take me deeper. "Charles, get the bullet vibrator I took out and put it on her clit," I panted out through gritted teeth. She hollowed out her cheeks, breathing heavily through her nose as she ran her tongue along the underside of my cock.
Her whimpers soon turned to moans as he placed the bullet directly on her clit. I knew that she was wet, and had been long before she touched herself in the shower. I didn't need to see it to know that her clit was pink and swollen, her pussy slick and dripping with her arousal. She redoubled her efforts to make me cum, scraping her teeth along the length of me and flicking her tongue over the tip. I cursed, the fire in my groin coiling tighter as I reveled in the feel of her working me over.
Her mouth felt heavenly wrapped around my cock, my engorged flesh throbbing as I drew close to the edge. My hips rocked forward, and I watched with a sense of fascination as my cock disappeared between her swollen, pouty lips repeatedly. There was something carnal and dirty about watching like this, blindfolded and restrained with no way to stop me from invading her mouth. She dribbled and strained, trying so hard to please me, knowing that without my permission there was no way I would allow her to cum.
It was almost like a game, because she couldn't beg or ask to cum until my cock was removed from her mouth, something that wouldn't happen until I was flaccid and satisfied. It was, in its own way, a lesson in itself. My needs, as her Dom and Papi, were to come before her always. Though my needs were generally centered around her, it was important for her to realize that by serving and pleasing me she would also gain what she needed.
My orgasm hit rather suddenly, the muscles in my stomach contracting as my thrust became erratic. The coil snapped as shudders started to run down my back, spreading down to my thighs as I let go.
I pulsed, my cock twitching as I shot streams of cum down her throat, a roar of completion escaping my lips. She swallowed convulsively around me, the feel of her throat constricting around me enough to prolong my orgasm. I was sweating and panting as I slowly pulled out of her mouth, giving her room to breathe freely.
"Please, Papi," she begged. "May your little girl cum?”
I hummed as though I was contemplating her request. "What do you think, Charles?" I asked, my tone lazy as I tugged my pants up from where they had fallen to my thighs, zipping myself back up.
"I think she can last a little longer," he commented.
I stood next to him, crossing my arms across my chest as I surveyed the scene before me. She was writhing and trembling, a sheen of sweat covering her skin as she attempted to buck against the vibrator. I was pleased that he had every so often he shifted the vibrator off her clit, running it through her labia before letting it slip back up. It kept her on her toes without overloading her senses.
I reached a hand down, letting my fingers glide over her pussy lips. "So wet, mia Bellezza. Does my dirty little slut want to cum?”
"Ye-yes!" she screamed.
I thrust two fingers inside her, her walls immediately clenching down around them as they attempted to milk me. I twisted them, letting them graze against the spongy flesh of her g-spot. "Cum now," I ordered calmly, applying more pressure to it as she stiffened, her muscles locking into place.
The trembling in her body turned to thrashing as she yanked and pulled at the restraints, her legs threatening to give out from the force of her orgasm. There was nothing more beautiful than watching Isabella cum. Her small orgasms, where she quivered and sighed, and the ones like this, where she was completely uninhibited and free from the inside out.
It seemed to last forever, the waves of pleasure washing over for minutes before she slumped forward, collapsing against the table. I grasped her waist as she slipped backward, catching her before she crashed to the ground, letting her fall back into me as she blinked unseeingly, not quite back in reality.
"Uncuff her feet," I instructed Charles. I waited until she was free to hoist her up in my arms, carrying her bridal style into the bedroom with Charles hot on my tail.
"Could you run her a bath?" I asked as I lay her carefully down on her stomach before going to fish some moisturizer from my suitcase.
"Of course," he answered, disappearing out of the door. I straddled Isabella's thighs as I carefully applied moisturizer onto the bruised skin of her ass. This wasn't the first time she had drifted off, not quite awake as she floated—at least that was how she described it when she tried to explain it to me.
I massaged her shoulders and back to make sure there were no kinks before moving to her legs and removing her garters and stockings. Her small hums and sighs were the only indication that she was still conscious as I worked her over, knowing just important aftercare was. It was almost as important as the scene itself. It helped us relax and ease out of the scene without crashing.
Trying to pull yourself out of a scene too quickly was bad, if not dangerous. The mind was fragile, and it needed time to come down from the high that scening gave. It was why I cared for her still partially in my official role as her Papi. I murmured words of praise and thanks, letting her know how I cherished her submission.
Even if she couldn't understand what I was saying, I knew my voice and tone would soothe and help coax her back to me. It was only when we were both bathed and tucked in bed that she came back.
"I love you, Papi," she mumbled, her head lolling back against my chest.
"Hmmm, you're back," I murmured, tightening the hold of my arm around her waist. I nuzzled her hair, inhaling her sweet scent as we spooned.
"Uh huh," she muttered absently, running her fingers down my arm.
"What did you think of the scene?" I questioned.
"It was good. Very good," she mumbled, yawning. "Can we talk later? I'm so tired.”
"Okay," I murmured, placing a soft kiss on her hair as she twisted around, wrapping her legs and arms around before drifting off to sleep. As much as I would have loved to join her, I had to make sure everything was packed and ready to catch our flight in a couple of hours. The clock was already blinking obnoxiously at me, taunted with the fact that it was five o’clock.
Our plane took off at midnight, and I didn't want things done at the last minute. I dressed in slacks and a pullover before strolling out of the bedroom. I wandered into the kitchen, any traces of our earlier coffee wiped away.
There was a note pinned to the fridge, and my curiosity got the better of me as I edged closer to it.
Edward,
I cannot begin to thank for allowing me to set in and assist you in a scene, it was more than I ever hoped it would be.
As surprising as it sounds, I may have learned a thing or two from you.
I'm sorry I left without a goodbye, but I didn't want to disturb you while you were taking care of your Beauty.
I wish the best for you and your Beauty, and will proudly stand beside you at the alter when you get around to naming me as your best man.
All the best,
Charles
P.S. Your cock is even better looking than I remembered.
I only hoped that he would not give up, and that he would find the happiness and love that he deserved, just as I had. I knew now that it did not matter what fetishes you liked in and out of the bedroom. Somewhere out there, there was someone for each of us. Someone that fit so perfectly that you had to blink and pinch yourself to make yourself believe it was real.
Charles was a man very strong in sexuality, much like myself, and I hoped that he would find the woman—or man—that fit him.
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Bellezza = Beauty.
AN: As sad as it is for me to have to say this, WYP is coming to an end. There is one more chapter before the epilogue. *sniffles* I'm going miss writing this. Thanks for reading!
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