Bella ropes Edward into something spicier in the bedroom.
And like a gentleman he returns the favor.
Cracked by antiaol explores Bella's growing boredom with the sensitive, caring man she's married and her longing for him to be a little more....forceful.
“Isabella.”
My straining ears were interrupted by Edward’s loud command coming from upstairs. However, I’d already heard enough to place the song. I didn’t even know Edward knew of Closer by Nine Inch Nails, much less owned the music. I felt a shiver run up my spine and heat grow in my stomach as I finally placed the song that I’d heard him humming today. My stomach flipped as I contemplated what that meant and made my way off the couch and up the stairs as quickly as I could in anticipation for what was awaiting me.
I made it to our bedroom in record time and stopped short just inside the doorway. It was dark, save for one lone candle lit on the bedside table. It wasn’t the candle, however, that made my knees weak. No, it was the restraints hanging from the four posters on the bed that piqued my attention.
I felt, rather than heard, Edward come up behind me and jumped, startled at his quiet approach.
"There will be rules for tonight, Isabella. You will not speak unless I tell you to. You will not cum until you are told you may. You will not touch me unless I ask you to. Do you understand?"
I swallowed hard, my throat tight and dry, while I nodded my head at him.
"Mmm. . . very good, my love," Edward said as his hands ghosted up and down my sides, finally coming to rest on my hips. “I hope you didn't think I’d dismissed what we talked about.” Edward spoke low and calmly in my ear, his fingers pressing firmly into my flesh.
I felt my stomach tighten at his words, expectation for what was to come getting the better of me.
Could I answer? He did say I wasn't allowed to speak until he told me I could.
However, even if I wasn't allowed, I was finally getting what I wanted from him and I was all for pushing his buttons to make sure he kept this up. With my resolve set, I temporarily disregarded the rules and spoke out in a low voice.
“Well, yes, actually I did.”
Edward’s hands flew to my breasts, tugging hard on my nipples, eliciting a low moan to come from the back of my throat.
“Did you forget the rules, my Bella? Don’t make me fucking remind you again.”
.
Just hearing Edward say the word fuck had wetness seeping into my panties. He never used that kind of language with me.
His teeth descended on my shoulder where he nipped along to the column of my neck and bit down hard at the juncture there.
“Strip and get on the bed. And, don't make me wait. I want to see you spread open for me.”
I just about collapsed right there in front of him. Edward, anticipating my actions, moved his arms around my waist and steadied me until I could get over my initial shock.
After I trusted my legs enough to walk, I quickly made my way over to the bed, shedding clothing left and right along the way. When I was stripped down to my panties, I climbed onto the bed and sat directly in the middle.
“Can you tell me why you still have your fucking panties on Bella?”
Whoops.
I knew that he was expecting an answer that time, however I was enjoying the rise I was getting out of him. So, instead of responding, I smirked at him with mischief gleaming in my eyes.
“I asked you a fucking question, Bella. Answer me.”
It's all or nothing now. . . Get in the game, Bella!
“Because I want to be punished, Edward.”
Oh, Bella, you naughty girl! And I don't think it's a spoiler to say, Edward is DEFINITELY up to the challenge.
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1 comment:
Ooooooh Yeeeeeeahhhhhh! Let's just say I was waiting to read this either when the hubs and I were alone, or i was able to have my own alone time. Uh - yeah......
Pushy - you are like my crack dealer, what can i say???
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