chapter 5

before she pushes herself down on me. We both groan in unison, and I see that my quest for sleep is

really to be abandoned.

“Excuse for fucking, huh?”

Her grin broadens.

“Come on, three minutes, what do you call that? I don't care if you're tired, if you don't satisfy my

needs in the playroom, you better do it here!” God, I love it when she's all demanding, like now when

she's smirking down at me and starting to roll her hips slowly against mine. My hands run over her

thighs up to her waist, but she'll have none of that, grabbing my wrists and pushing them into the

pillow next to my head as she leans over my body.

I grin up at her, not even trying to shake her off, and instead crane my neck so that I can suck her

nipple into my mouth. Bella laughs throatily, then moans as she feels my teeth worrying her nipple

slightly.

“I love it when you do that,” she tells me, but when I try to extricate my hands from hers, she just

squeezes my wrists harder. “No, no, you had your fun tormenting my poor boobs! I'm still all tender,

so you better be nice to them!”

I suck a little harder until she moans again before I let go and show her other nipple the same

attention. Her sweet moans urge me on, and before long I'm pushing my hips up to meet hers, but

letting her pick the pace. My lips then travel on as I kiss and lick every part of her chest that I can

reach.

Bella shifts her body anew and I grunt when I can no longer nuzzle into the promised land of her tits,

but then her lips find mine, and I don't care anymore. She lowers herself onto my chest until I'm

carrying her whole weight, her tits pressed against me now. Her hands let go of my wrists and her

fingers run through my hair, idly playing with my locks before she tugs on them hard. I groan in mock

protest, before I reach down and slap her ass playfully. Bella grunts and deepens the kiss, making me

forget what I wanted to do. My hands remain on her ass, pushing her against my thrusts, all tiredness

swept away.

Then she goes rigid and throws her head back, letting me see the beatific look on her face as she

climaxes, again. I let go, a few more thrusts into her and I come deep inside of her. Bella sags back

down onto me and I hug her close as I kiss her jaw softly.

“Better now?” I finally break the silence.

She chuckles. “Somewhat.”

“Somewhat? Do I really have to get up and bend you over the living room couch and fuck you into

oblivion?”

“Okay, you win, I'm satisfied. For now.” I laugh as I hug her closer, then turn around to spoon her once again.

Maybe I’ll get lucky and she'll leave me be now.

I'm without a doubt the happiest man alive. Waking up with Bella next to me, still asleep with her mouth slightly open –

my new favorite sight.

Or not quite so new, considering that since we hooked up she's been sleeping in my bed whenever

there was a chance that I would use it during the night at some point, but I think it will never lose its

novelty. I can spend hours gazing at her, although I don't tell her, because she’ll think it's creepy. I

don't intend to stop doing it any time soon though.

The shrilling of her alarm clock breaks my Bella watching meditation, and I spend the next ten

minutes kissing and groping her. At first she is still grumpy because she has to get up, then she

protests, but it doesn't take much to persuade her to give in to me.

Too bad that I don't realize that she really means it when she tells me that she has to leave in fifteen

minutes once she finally escapes my grasp and runs into the bathroom, so I find myself sitting alone in

the kitchen for breakfast. I decide to cut my losses and take my bowl of cereal outside onto the

terrace, and on second thought fetch the OJ carton, too. It's only half the fun drinking it when Bella

can't catch me, but at least I can claim consistency with my rebellious action.

I love our new condo. Close to the bay, in walking distance from Bella's job, only ten minutes

commute to the hospital. The lower floor is pretty much one huge room, with picture windows that

open onto the terrace on one side. If we decide to have kids, we'll have to move again, but for the

moment it's perfect.

Bella wanted to move, and I didn't protest for a second. Best decision ever.

There are just too many memories I want to forget in the old house, and I'm sure she's not doing better

in that aspect.

Esme found it for us, and for once in my life I'm happy my mom meddled.

She never admits it, but I'm pretty sure that she's been looking for something ever since she heard of

my word vomit proposal. The tour with the realtor she dragged me along on I will probably never

forget. Her astute, “My son likes to bang on things so we need something with good sound proofing”

made me keel over laughing. Not that I really care what the realtor thinks. The previous owner was

drummer in a band, and I'm sure we'll never exceed those noise levels.

Unless I spank Bella outside on the terrace, which I think I'm going to do next weekend. I know how

much she likes to whimper, moan, and cry out when I bend her over my knee, should be interesting to

see what she'll do when she has to stay silent.

Of course now my cock is unbearably hard, but I keep myself from wanking out here. Even I have

limits of what I'll do, and without Bella indecent behavior is only half the fun. When I'm done munching my Frosted Flakes, I take the used dish inside and leave it in the dish

washer before I dress and leave the house. I'm early for my shift, with half an hour to spare, so I drop

by Beth's for a coffee and a quick chat.

Just my luck that Beth isn't manning the counter, and I groan inwardly as Raven perks up when she

sees me come inside. I have to admit, she's attractive, and if she weren't riding the Goth wave a little

too hard, and wasn’t working for Beth, I might have hit that in times of need, but as it is I try to limit

conversations with her to an absolute minimum.

Raven knows what I am, and that's the only reason she's trying to follow me around like a fawning

little fangirl. She's not really into BDSM, but apparently her world view dictates that she find herself

some asshole who consistently ignores or abuses her. I've never given her any reason to believe that

I'm even moderately interested in her, but she's persistent.

Unless Beth discourages her, I don't think she'll ever give up. But at least that keeps her from falling

for that aforementioned kind of guy, so I suffer my lot, mostly, in silence.

“Master Edward, it's so good to welcome you back to our humble establishment,” she drawls, batting

her black rimmed eyes at me.

I can't help it, I smirk, because seriously, I'm standing here in my old Nikes and Scrubs, it doesn't get

any farther from your stereotypical Mean Dom look. And Bella must be the only one I ever

encountered who gets that randy look on her face when she sees me in scrubs. Not that I mind her

scrubs fetish, I mean who protests getting attacked by their girlfriend the moment they come home, but

I really don't see the appeal.

Sadly, Raven takes my involuntary mirth as a sign, and dons an even more flirtatious look as she leans

towards me over the counter. She's tall and reed thin, so the move exposes a sliver of skin on her

lower back as the silk corset she's wearing rides up. I tell myself again that in fact I'd never have hit

that, as in spanking, as she's just too frail. Nothing against skinny women, but I like to dig my fingers

into some ass, and not have to worry if I'll bruise myself on those hip bones.

“Will you come to the play party in three weeks? Mistress Beth will be sending out invitations soon,

but I thought it more prudent to ask you firsthand, Sir.”

Again I have to bite my tongue to keep from laughing. It's sentences like that that always kill me. Her

boss, who she knows is my close friend, and a Domme, is inviting people, but she is asking me to

come? If she really were all about protocol, she would never do that. Or look me in the eye, for that

matter. Not that I give a shit about that, but Raven is as fake as the flunkies get.

“Thank you, Raven, I don't know yet if we have time, I'll have to ask Bella first. Maybe we'll show

up.”

As expected, my answer takes all the wind from her sails. Mentioning the fact that I have a fiancée

always does, and the notion that I even consider asking her first must be among the most unthinkable

things for Raven.