chapter 9

what I mean. I protest, of course, because that's what I do, but we both know that I'm terribly easy to

persuade that it's a good thing when you have your hand inside my pants! Oh, and that solemnly

swearing I only believe when you end that sentence with 'I'm up to no good'.”

I roll my eyes at her and grumble something under my breath about pop culture references, but she just

looks too cute, all agitated from her accusation. She's right, of course, but I'm trying to be good and

really mean it.

“Beth and Gerard will be there, and Peter and Charlotte, too, rest assured that I will behave myself

just because one half of them would have my ass for being stupid, and the other would frown upon my

improper behavior.

After all I have a reputation to uphold, and as much as I love to tease you, I'm not going to get banned

from any community events just because I feel like biting your juicy ass in front of everyone.”

For some reason my half-assed argumentation seems to work, as Bella stops frowning and snuggles

closer to me.

“Okay.”

“Okay what?”

“Okay, let's go to that play party. I just don't have anything to wear. And before you start, no, I'm so

not going naked.”

I chuckle at her decisive tone, and earn myself a badly aimed punch in the arm for that.

“Stop it, I really mean it! And don't tell me you didn't think of that already, I know you better than

that!”

Of course she does, and I'm wisely keeping my tongue.

“We'll find something for you to wear, I'm sure. But I thought it'd take longer for me to persuade you

to come.”

Bella sighs, the sound coming out with the wariness I've been expecting.

“Look, of course I'm a little anxious, and I'm sure that the closer the day of the party is, the more I will

be nervous and all, but I know that there’s no need for me to fret over this. I trust you, even when I

accuse you of being a mean bastard. I know that you wouldn't ask me to go there with you if you'd

think I would resent it. And I know that if I change my mind, or if I just don't like it, we'll leave.”

Then she looks up, a dirty smile forming on those luscious lips.

“And after all, it's in Beth's playroom, right? Where I fucked your ass the last time we were there,

actually both times we were there. I don't think I have any need to be afraid of going there again.” Now my cock is definitely awake, and she feels it pressing into her stomach, causing her smile to turn

into a veritable smirk.

“I guess not.”

We could keep talking about this for a while longer, but I decide that I'd rather kiss her now, and she

doesn't protest when I do exactly that. At first she's pliable enough, but then she pushes herself into a

crouching position over me and squeezes my cock hard while her teeth sink into my lip.

“Speaking of which, I think I should call Beth tomorrow if maybe she'd like to play with us again.

You've been a horny bastard of late, always pestering me in the morning; maybe I should put you in

your place again.” Her hand squeezes my dick even more until I groan, but the moment her grip eases

up on me, I jerk my hips up, hoping that she won't stop there.

Bella looks down at her hand on my cock before her eyes turn to my face again, and I grow even

harder when there's no hesitation in them, no flicker of doubt.

“I don't think we'll need Beth for that, really,” I offer when she doesn't continue. Bella frowns a little

and I feel her fingers ease up on me, and my cock immediately protests. So I reach up and draw her

face close to mine, kissing her passionately to show her that I trust her, and want her to trust herself.

I'm a little disappointed when she sits down on my legs again but, as her hand is still on my cock, not

all hope is lost.

“I don't know if that's a good idea,” she admits, but just when I want to launch into my pep talk she

runs the thumb over her other hand over the head of my cock, teasing, toying with me.

My eyes close on their own account and I groan, but before I can completely lose my thought I force

myself to concentrate on her, and not on what she's doing.

“Why not?”

“I really don't know how to do it. How to set up a scene, I mean.”

“You did really well last time with Beth, if I remember correctly.” Bella snorts. “Exactly. With Beth.

I mostly rambled on about what I wanted to do in general, but she provided all the details, and how

we should set things up, heighten expectations and all that.”

“I'm sure you'll do just fine on your own -” I cut off when I feel her nails run up the length of my shaft,

basically wiping my brain for a few seconds. She really doesn't know what she's doing to me, or else

she wouldn't think for a second that she could do anything wrong.

“Bella, trust me, you can do it if you want to.” She stops for a moment, grinning at my needy pants,

and I try to rally what's left of my mind to go on. “And you don't have to do the planning alone; I'll

help you if you want me to.”

“You would?” I'm a little hurt that she sounds so surprised.

“Of course I would, why shouldn't I? No offense, but my playroom, my gear, I should know how to

use it all and explain and help you there. With everything.”

“But then you'll know what I'm up to!”

“And?”

She looks baffled for a moment, but then considers my offer in earnest.

“Okay. But I want something in return.”

Anything. Really anything. But she should know that she can always ask anything of me.

“Sure, what?”

Her smile is triumphant now.

“I want in on the scene planning when I'm subbing, too.” That surprises me a little as she's never

asked that of me before, but it really shouldn't as we've just had the exact same point with our roles

reversed. Before I can do more than nod, she explains further.

“Like, I'd like you to explain to me how you do that for anything you're up to this week. Where you get

your ideas from, how you decide what to do to me, what toys to use, how to tie me up, when you want

to play, everything.

Maybe we can discuss some of that, too. Maybe even try something new, I mean the wax play was

fun, I'm sure there are some other things you've been itching to do but we never got round to actually

trying them. And after this week I'll do some research, and we can sit down and I can tell you what I

come up with for you. You just help me work out the details and how-tos. How does that sound?”

Like I've died and gone to heaven, or maybe that's hell considering what we're talking about, anyway,

I'm in paradise.

“Have I told you of late how much I love you?”

She grins at my emphatic words and leans down to kiss me, but stops before our lips come even

close. I try to crane my neck and close the distance, but then she's squeezing my cock again and I fall

back into the cushions of the couch.

“You sure that's not just your cock talking?” she teases me.

“I am pretty sure that's my heart and mind, because seriously, my cock's concerned with other things

right now!”

“Oh, really? Like what?” “Like begging you not to stop!”

Her smile brightens, and she licks her lips as she looks down at the concerned piece of me.

“I think I should be gracious and grant your cock that attention. But you're not getting away so easily,

mister.”

I'm surprised when she lets go of me and gets up, but my apprehension is gone when she steps out of

her sweats and thong, and gets back onto the couch, her knees left and right of my head while she's

facing my legs.

“Be a good boy and show my pussy some love, will you?” I don't really need the incentive as my

hands are already on her thighs, spreading them wider as I pull her down towards me. Bella sighs

contently as I lick up and down her wet pussy lips, before I suck on her clit. Her hand squeezes my

cock hard in what I think is some kind of involuntary reaction, but then she's pumping me while her

other hand is gripping my balls none to gently. Her hips buck and she's rubbing herself all over my

face, but I couldn't care less.

We're both excited as hell, and I make her come even before I shoot my load all over my stomach, a

few minutes later. It doesn't happen often that she gives me a hand job, and I really don't care; just

wipe myself clean with my t-shirt. Bella looks exceptionally pleased with herself as we make our

way upstairs, where we shower together before we fall into our bed.

She's asleep in minutes, lying half on my shoulder and chest, and I spend nearly an hour just staring at

her beautiful face, tired but unable to fall sleep myself. My thoughts return to my conversation with

Beth, and I want to deny that she was right, that I have to do something to make sure that I don't keep

dragging on Bella's happiness like I used to, inadvertently.

Because for her, I'd simply do anything.