Purr
An outtake from the story Shhhhh.....
.*.*. Edward .*.*.
I stand here overlooking the dance floor next to Peter who is
dressed to the nines in his Armani tuxedo.
I watch my father Carlisle dip
his bride, who just so happens to also be my mother as they dance among friends
and family laughing.
My mother is one of the most stunning women I have seen in her
human form, and to now see her as a vampire, she is even more so. The green
color of her eyes sparkle clear across the room and I am sure if she had the
ability to blush, her flushed cheeks would blend beautifully with her creamy
pale skin.
"You should ask her."
I turn to look at Peter and tilt my head wondering where this is
coming from. He isn't even looking at me when he says it, watching his wife
dance with Seth on the dance floor.
"Stop being a selfish ass and ask her. What is it going to
hurt? You are bound to her anyway. What is the big deal about saying I do and
making it official?"
I narrow my eyes at him. I try to bite back the rising anger that
this is coming up once again. We just had this conversation not that long ago.
"Just stop right there. I am not going to get married."
"It isn't just about you." He turns now to face me, his
eyes burning into mine.
I glare back at him and hiss, "Let it go Peter. Bella and I
are mated we don't need a fucking piece of paper that says I am committed to
her. Besides, I don't see the point in standing up in a church in front of a
God we denied, to now recite some generic vows to profess our love for one
another. I doubt highly he cares about anything we do in this life we
live."
"What are you talking about?"
"I am talking about the fact that when our life ended, we
denied him and went on living. Why in the hell do I want to "do the right
thing" now all of a sudden, and vow to love her forever in front of him,
when he could care less about us after we denied what we are all destined to
do?"
"Who is him?"
"God."
He rolls his eyes and I bare my fangs at him.
"Knock that shit off! I am done with this conversation."
I start to move past him but he reaches out, his hand grips my arm at the elbow
just below where it is decorated with my mothers white satin and lace garter I
captured less than an hour ago.
"This is a sign." He squeezes my arm and nods down
towards it and then nods out to the dance floor.
"Her catching the bouquet just makes that sign, that much
more real. You may not want to get married, but have you ever asked her once if
she wanted to have the opportunity to walk down the aisle? Don't be such a
selfish son of a bitch. For once think about the Angel you claim to love more
than your own life, and think about how she may feel."
I look down to where he has his grip on me, then move my eyes back
up to him after I have clearly given him a warning that he had better take his
God damn hands off me, with that look alone. Peter knows I will rip
another limb from his body without hesitation if he pushes me too far. It will
not be the first time I have done it, and if he keeps this shit up, I doubt it
will be the last.
He drops my arm.
"Did she talk to you about this shit?" I snap.
"No. I just know that she is a woman, and that women tend to
want to walk down the aisle at some point in their lives. If anyone deserves to
get that, it is Bella for putting up with your possessive, controlling
ass."
He storms off.
I look back to the dance floor at Rosalie Hale who is next in line
to marry a Cullen.
She and Emmett are tying the knot next month and as much as she is
a pain in my ass, she makes my brother happy, so I cannot complain too much
about gaining her as a sister-in-law.
My eyes scan the room in search of a missing Angel and when I
don't see her, I begin to move through the number of wedding guests around in
search of her. I ask those I cross paths with if they have seen her, and when
they answer no, a slight wave of panic starts to creep up through my gut.
I still struggle every now and then out of fear of losing her.
I normally would have tethered her to me, but today's events would
make it impossible for me to have her so close while I stood up as my father's
best man. Now I am regretting that I didn't even bother to bring our matching
cuffs to utilize after my duties had been fulfilled.
I make my way towards the French doors that lead to the patio
hoping that with all I have that she is just right outside the doors.
My father and mother chose to get married on the island of Maui.
Both Carlisle and I own rather large
plantation homes here and were able to accommodate many guests for their
wedding.
The reception is taking place in a posh hotel that sits along the
black sands of the beach. I step outside of the doors picking up her scent
instantly.
Off in the distance she is standing barefoot in the surf while
looking out over the water, with her shoes dangling from her fingertips.
The breeze whips the soft silken material of her dress against her
slender form and the blue silk is a stunning color next to her pale skin. It
was hard for me to accept that Bella couldn't be wearing white today because
nearly everything she owns is either red or white. I prefer her in the pure
color but some ridiculous tradition leaves my hands tied and I had to go
through my mother to approve of the color she is wearing now.
I move so fast, my feet never touching the obnoxious wet black
sand that lies on the beach, landing softly on the rock just behind her.
Her head lifts and she inhales.
"I smell something delicious." Her voice trills over the
sounds of the pounding surf in front of her where my eyes follow the trail of
flowers caught in the tide as they are torn apart and drift out to sea.
The sight of it is a little disheartening to witness. She just
caught that bouquet and the flowers looked beautiful in her hand.
I reach out and snatch her off the wet sand to set her on the rock
in front of me gently, while my hands
slip around her waist and pull her back to my chest.
She giggles.
"Hmm...Would that be me Angel?" I smile and kiss the
back of her head and rest my chin on top of it.
"No. I was referring to the surfer that is surfing at about
two o clock from me."
and I chuckle at the sassy comment she has just made. I am pretty sure she
knows that I cannot help but smirk at the thought of her being sassy. A
sassy Bella always leads to some quality time in our playroom.
"Didn't you like your flowers?" I ask looking down to
see them destroyed with the waves crashing over them.
She turns in my arms, dropping the shoes, wraps her arms around my
neck, and pulls me in for a soft sweet kiss.
"Did I mention how devilishly handsome you look today?"
"As a matter of fact you did, and thank you."
"Well I am saying it once again. You Mr. Cullen are
devilishly handsome. I love the way the light reflects off your skin at this
time of day."
"Oh really, why this time?"
"Probably because it's the golden hour." she muses.
I quirk my brow up at her and lean back some to look into her
beautiful sparkling eyes.
"Twilight." I reply and look away from her towards the
setting sun. "It's supposed to be the safest time for our kind."
"Where did you hear that?" She asks.
I look back down at her and smile. "Not sure where exactly,
just one of those things that I had heard through the years in passing."
"I wonder why?" she looks out towards the setting sun.
"I have no idea."
S*h*h*h*h*h.....
Bella's mood over the course of the next few weeks after my
parent's wedding has me concerned. She has kept to herself, isn't talking much
at all and seems rather melancholy. What makes it even worse is that she will
not talk to me about it. I took notice of it that very same night we returned
to the house.
Each time I have asked her, she claims nothing is wrong. Even when
I have demanded in anger that she tell me what this is about, nothing seems to
work.
I went so far as to demand an answer as her Master and her response
surprised me. She didn't hesitate to safe word, got up and took off from the
house. Naturally, I couldn't let her venture off alone for too long, so I went
looking for her.
I found her in the forest sitting on a fallen tree speaking to her
self faster than I had ever heard. I couldn't even make out a word she is
saying and to my surprise, she isn't even aware of my presence.
She is so lost in her head that I decide to turn and quietly leave
her alone as I head back to the house to wait for her to return, once her mood
calms down.
Tonight it was going into the third week since the wedding; she
has me so worried that I can no longer allow this to continue. I decided
earlier today, that tonight I am going to go about this in a completely
different way.
There is only one-way to get her to open up and if I have to do it
to get to the bottom of what it is that is eating her, I will. There is a high
possibility she will slip and show me while I am making love to her.
I move to sit next to her while she is reading curled up in the
window seat overlooking the yard. Her pale skin is just a few hues away from
the tone of her white little sundress and I lean down to brush my lips over her
bare shoulder, giving a little nudge to push the small strap out of its position
and watch it slowly fall over her shoulder.
I purr.
It wasn't until I met Bella that I discovered something new about
being a vampire. The act of purring isn't discussed among vampires because it
is an act that is so intimate between true mates it isn't shared or discussed
amongst others who may not be mated.
My father answered many questions that had me curious about this
rather strange phenomenon.
To my surprise, he and I discovered that there was something
different about Bella and I and the act of purring.
I can purr with just intimate contact with her. If I kiss her
somewhere, I have the ability to do it. Where as other vampires only do it
after they have mated.
Bella cannot help but respond to my purr, just as I cannot ignore
hers. We are not sure if it is something that is exclusive to us like our
double fangs or if it is something else that other vampires experience but
according to Carlisle it isn't possible for
him or any of my other family or closest friends as he has asked around stating
that he was researching the act.
Usually males purr when they are at the end of the act of mating
and females respond to it with a softer tone.
Bella and I have discovered that we can purr before we even engage
in sex. Carlisle assumes that she and I must
have been reborn with the ability, just as we possess the double fangs.
It is a form of communication that we share with one another, and
when my Angel purrs, I will bend to her will, just as she will mine.
A low deep purr rattles through my chest as I nuzzle up to her
ear, my finger tracing along her collarbone. She drops her book, stands and
turns to face me gripping my tie as she leads me to the bed tugging it all the
way over, where she drops it.
She sits down, using her hands as she slides backing up, with her
back towards the headboard.
Her eyes fill instantly with desire and lust burns in them, and I
know it is in response to my purr. Right on cue, my fangs burst out of my gums,
venom drips from the tips and I lick it back.
A few fast movements and both my tie and my shirt are on the floor
tattered. I lift my knee up on the edge of the bed to crawl towards her placing
myself directly over the top of her. My presence forces her lie back for me.
Then utilizing human speed, I bring my finger up and trace along
the edge of the other thin white cotton strap that holds up this adorable sexy
dress that fastens with one button on each side just above her breasts. Once I
slide the second strap off her, my fingers move further down to the very first
button right at the swell of her breasts. I take my time slowly unfastening
them one by one, watching her squirm under me. Once they are all unfastened, I
peel the dress open to reveal her completely bare naked underneath it.
It doesn't matter how many times I see her naked, every fucking
time at first sight she takes my motherfucking breath away and again I purr at
the very sight of her.
In merely seconds, both of us are naked.
"Master wants to watch you touch yourself Angel." I
command in a softer than usual tone. I have to be careful not to push her with
the fragile state she has been in lately.
"I want to see my baby touch it and show me where she wants
me to taste her."
I can't help but fight the smile when I murmur, "cue
blush."
Her eyes never leave mine, she hums spreading her legs open while I sit back on my heels and drop my eyes to the softest, sweetest flawless lips of her pussy. A pearl of come drips down from her opening and starts to trail down to her puckered ass.
A growl erupts from my chest at the sight of it.
"That's my girl, look at you all dripping wet and I don't
even have to touch any fucking part of you.
Just the sound of my voice alone and that wonderful imagination of
yours visualizing me doing so gets my Angel's pussy wet for me doesn't
it?"
"Uh...huh." she whimpers as her fingers slide down
between her lips, the wet sound echoes in my ear.
"Fuck...wetter than ever." I lick my fangs, snarl, and
reach down to grab her ankle and throw her leg over my shoulder.
I lower my face down and take one long lick right up the center of
her slit nudging her finger out of the way, so I can take over.
"Nothing like fucking you baby with the scent of your pussy
on my breath." I groan and focus all my efforts on my tongue flicking and
licking all over the wet flesh of her pussy. I work her up to become extremely
aroused knowing damn well I need to get inside of her head.
I lift my upper body pressing my hands into the bed and tease her
clit mercilessly then lick up around her navel, teasing as I go along. I swirl
my tongue over her taught abs and up around to circle her breasts then suck her
nipple in between my lips hard and ravenously.
Purrs erupt from her and I keep moving until I am looking right
down over top of her.
I lean in and kiss her hard and deep. Our kiss grows frantic while
the sounds of animals erupt from between us. I am scraping the surface of her
skin with my nails yanking her down and spreading her legs wide open.
I nip softly at her nipples loving how they swell at my touch. I
nuzzle into the soft flesh between her breasts, my lips travel down further not
missing an inch of her sensitive skin. Her body shivers when I hit those places
I know she likes the most. I need to get in her head and I know this is wrong
on so many levels, but something is seriously wrong, and if I have to arouse
her to at least get a peek, then once I know, I can help her deal with it.
I can sense her emotions are starting to wane, her body relaxing
even further, getting lost with me in the moment of our longing for one
another. I can now predict the exact moment her mind is going to open up to me,
and I am happy to find out that it didn't take long, because my patience has
worn so thin in recent weeks in regards to this subject.
I need an answer.
My lips move all over her. Kissing her everywhere and licking her
in the places that I missed with my lips. I am moving along her jaw and her
moans let me know I am heading in the right direction.
I kiss her softly
getting so lost in the kiss; I forget what it was I was doing because kissing
Bella has a tendency to do that to me. Her lips are sweet, soft, and perfect
and I could kiss her for hours on end.
With both hands flat on the bed next to her head, I hold the
weight of my upper body off her, pushing my hips forward with all that I have,
driving all of my length into the heat of the very place where I belong.
"Unnnghhh...fuck Angel." I groan, bringing us together
once again as I watch for any signs of discomfort in her eyes. I fill her with
every inch of me slowly while I longingly search for anything that can tell me
what is going on behind her beautiful chocolate-cherry colored eyes.
I start speaking with the speed only a vampire can decipher. I
know she understands what I am saying.
Thankfully, my beautiful Angel never had a problem with keeping
eye contact. For a vampire, our eyes express so much and I remember telling her
once that her eyes were a gift not to be given to the floor or a wall. A human
Dominants standard rule doesn't apply in my world.
I gaze into them while my hips push forward and to watch the
pleasure of having me inside of her as it washes over her face is amazing.
My tongue hisses out how good it feels to bury myself as far as I
can, deeply inside of her. The roar that comes from my speed, each time our
hips smack together, sounds just like rolling thunder on a distant horizon.
Vampire sex is never quiet.
Her eyes follow my features. The way I grit my teeth, lick my
fangs, nip at her lips, and grunt while slamming into her. That little hint of
her lip lifts just slightly, under the surface a small smile dares to peeks
out. I can see her studying my face while I make love to her. She memorizes
every expression, sound, and reaction to only replay our lovemaking repeatedly
in her mind while I lay inside of her filling her with everything I have to
give.
"I love being inside of you...nothing in the world feels this
fucking good." I grunt and brush my lips over her cheek, pull back,
pushing forward again. Her knees press against my hip and tighten, but she
cannot hold me there for long. I slip out from between them and drive into her
again.
Her cries become more desperate and I feel her hand slide over my
ass cheek.
I chuckle and growl in her ear at the attempt, that fails every
time. Her strength gripping my ass cheek is strong, but her strength is waning
as time passes and her newborn life is turning. She tries desperately to push
me down deeper into her, guiding me and trying to hold me there once again when
her legs clamp onto my hips even tighter.
It takes me nothing to slide back out, moaning as the sensation of
her wet pussy tries desperately to hold on to me. Electricity travels through
me causing my skin to tingle all the way down to my bones, before I slide right
back into her again.
"Edward...please."
"Angel, behave." I murmur against her ear then, lick the
shell, and pause to nibble on the lobe of it, flicking my tongue along the
curve, and then suck it into my mouth.
I have to remind myself of
the reason why I am holding her off like this.
The door opens into her world and, I see it all. Her thoughts fill
my head just as if someone had started up one of those old time reel to reel
movie projectors.
I see her envisioning the two of us, in of all places a high
school. I wonder what that is about and I want to ask but I need to stay
focused on pleasuring her so I don't lose the moment and her little inner
monologue while we are connected.
It is almost as if she is dreaming inside of her own mind. I have
never seen anything like it and I am lost inside of the wonders of Bella's
thoughts.
Her soft mental voice startles me and I know I have been caught.
I know you are here with me.
I cannot help but look a little sheepish but I begin gazing at her
with wonder.
"What are you showing me?" I slide my hand down and
under her knee hitching her leg up on my hip, pushing myself deeper into her.
She closes her eyes, lets out a low moan, the moment I sink all
the way down into her.
It is something I have imagined a lot more lately.
I wonder if I had been given the chance to of met you as a human, if we would
have ended up together. I imagine this quite often, like as if it played out in
a past life.
I lose my breath stunned by her words and her images.
"Show me everything Angel."
A haze clears as her eyes focus on an empty chair at a table with
other kids. She walks in carrying a tray and sets it down, but something in the
room suddenly now has all of her attention, and I follow to where her eyes are
looking, now seeing what it is that has her so mesmerized.
It is me sitting there watching her and I look slightly different
with more color in my cheeks and no dark circles under my eyes.
I am sure it is the same look I had when I first saw her walk into
Lovely, Dark, and Deep. I was so mesmerized by the dark haired beauty, with
pale skin, dark eyes, and pouty lips that night and it seems in her dream I
feel and react the same way.
You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen
and I don't doubt that as a human you would have been just as beautiful.
I cannot help the smile that breaks out hearing her sweet words.
Bella believes I am beautiful and no matter how many times I try to tell her I
don't compare to her, she won't hear it.
The scene changes and I am now sitting in what appears to be some
sort of lab...or no it is a classroom designed to look like a lab. I see
everything through my own eyes, which is oddly strange; it should be from her
perspective. I watch her enter and nearly moan when I literally feel warmth
flood through me.
She has me squirming in my seat at the mere sight of her. Her
short conversation with the teacher who then guides her in my direction excites
me, even if it is a dream. I recognize things around me concluding that we are
in a Biology class and she has just been assigned as my new lab partner.
Her eyes catch glimpses of me from the side and I try to bring up
a topic of interest failing miserably when I ask her about the weather.
Apparently, I lost my charisma and charm as a human. I mean really
the weather of all things? I chuckle to myself and can feel her tighten around
me as her hand brushes over my sensitive nipple, and then out of nowhere she
pinches it hard. I hiss in both pleasure and very little pain.
Time passes and not once does she waver from her thoughts. I have
to laugh when I watch the banter we seem to engage in while looking into a
microscope with some slides to study for this imaginary assignment that almost
seems too real to be a dream.
Love fills her thoughts, longing burns behind her eyes, and her
lips wonder what it is like to be kissed by a boy.
If I had a heartbeat, it would be beating out of my chest wildly.
This look, the way she is looking at me says so much, an
overwhelming feeling rushes through me.
They are so intense and stronger than anything else I have ever
felt before.
We are both so young and innocent and I can feel the ache that she
has been carrying over this the past few weeks so strongly, it makes sense now.
Are you still with me? Her mental voice whispers.
I mumble as I drop my head down and push my way under her mane of
hair and give a quiet "Yes Angel always." against her throat.
"Don't stop baby...keep going." I ask.
She looks away, sucks her lip in between her teeth, and closes her
eyes.
Her mental voice sounds like the harp playing on the wind and has
to equal that of an angel singing who sits in the clouds above looking down.
She is speaking so softly without moving her lips as she lies
here.
Her beautiful red eyes open, and then brighten and I watch her as
she stares off, looking wistfully out the window into the darkness of night.
I never even thought of or imagined a human life with Bella and
her little version is so heartbreaking, knowing it will never happen.
I see her remembering her mother, then her father Phil still alive
and well as she kisses them goodbye before she heads off to school.
The very first time I lay eyes on you is all it
would take.
I pepper her cheeks with small kisses while she shows me, watching
me, while I am looking at her.
I have no doubt you would have caught my eye. She turns her head back to me,
giving me a small sweet smile.
We are so young and surely naive, oblivious to the
responsibilities life is going to bring us and it is such a nice thought to be
so carefree in a world of misery.
Her eyes burn into mine now.
I cannot seem to help but smile at the very idea of being human
and falling in love with the girl of my dreams. She does this to me and I have
no idea how.
Her imagination, and the access she has given me, is the most
vivid experience I have ever seen, her mind utterly fascinates me.
“It sounds so sweet.” I reply, studying her face and trying to
determine her mood.
What it could have been like to share a class
together … discover our feelings for one another and then spend the rest of the
year falling in love.
Sadness fills her eyes, and I try to make her see I am right here
in front of her and that we are in love. We fell in love. She experienced this
already, so what is this really all about?
Did they have prom when you were in school, Edward?
“It really didn’t become a school event until the 1920s. We had
spring dances and balls. I didn’t attend any to speak of. Did you enjoy your
prom?” I ask.
No one ever asked me. You know I never dated anyone
before you.
I shook my head at the thought of how impossible it sounded. How
could no one ask her?
I was new to the school. I had so much chaos going
on in my life. I didn’t know anyone that last year of high school, and I was
still grieving, keeping to myself.
I lift my hand up to caress her cheek, then I roll us over on our
sides, making sure we don’t lose our connection, I lay facing her.
“I would have asked you, Angel. I would have loved to have taken
you. I would have had you dancing.” My heart aches at the thought.
She gives me a soft smile in response and I fight the anger from
within that wants to lunge out over the fact that my girl missed a very
important rite of passage that all teenaged girls should have been given the
chance to experience.
I probably would have stepped all over your feet.
"I wouldn't have minded." I murmur pressing my lips to
her forehead.
I tilt my head and stare off, when she gives me just a moment's
glimpse of what she imagined a high school prom would look like.
The details she creates in her thoughts are mesmerizing. She takes
my hand moving it to her lips, pressing them to the back of it and then rubs it
against the smooth satin skin of her cheek.
Do you think if we had met when we were young, and
if both of us were human, that we could have fell in love?
"I have no doubt that you would render me incapacitated by
your beauty." I drop my forehead to hers and ask, "What is all of
this about Angel? Is this what has you in such a mood? You wished that I were
human? That I had not turned you?
You do know that I love you, right?"
I know you love me Edward...can you remember
anything from your human life?
"My memories have faded Bella. Yours will too over
time."
Do you think that you would have been a Dominant as
a human?
"Times were different Bella. Things were a lot less
complicated. But some female submissives had a tendency to be submissive before
they were turned, so it is possible."
"Are you questioning our D/s relationship?" I ask.
"Not at all. You are my Master. You give me everything I need
and so much more than I ever could ask for. I love pleasing you."
"You have a beautiful imagination Angel. Show me more."
I begin to move in and out of her again, pulling her over top of
me, allowing her to straddle my hips as I thrust upwards.
She presses her chest against mine, kissing my throat as her mind
continues to play.
She is standing in that cafeteria making a plate of food and
reaches for an apple.
"Look at you baby, so young, and innocent." I kiss her softly
and I get lost in her thoughts where they are so peaceful. I notice for once, I
don't experience my usual burning thirst. She has created a dream pulling me in
with her that doesn't include death, blood, or fangs. It doesn't have playrooms
and most definitely without vampires that seem to want to rule the world in her
imaginary dream.
It is just two kids discovering the way they feel for each other.
She shows me quick little scenes of this story. Me carrying her books, walking
alongside of her to all her classes.
My favorite so far is the secret meetings in the back of the
library to steal a kiss or two when no one is looking. Lunches spent with
friends all around us, school nights where we kiss goodnight on her front
porch, homework sessions that wind up as make out sessions on either her bed or
mine when no one is home.
"How did we get there?" I speak low, so as not to
interrupt the progression.
"I am not telling." she laughs and it warms me to see
her laugh once again, but it is quickly replaced when her thoughts switch to a
scene where she is playing baseball and both our families are present.
Her eyes bring me back and she whispers against my ear, "I
don't regret our life now. I just like to imagine that once in a while, I grew
up like every other teenager out there and fantasize about a world where my
parents are still here and my first true love stands by my side, for the rest
of my life."
"Oh Bella." I kiss her softly and murmur against her
lips how much I love what she has shared with me. It is sweet and beautiful.
"Are you sure you don't regret anything?" I ask.
"Never." she replies and cries out as she is over taken
by her orgasm while I move with her, my own chasing only seconds after hers. I
wrap my arms around her completely as I pulse deep inside of her. I purr
against her throat and catch a glimpse of one more scene.
Bella stands in that gazebo outside of the prom, her eyes looking
up at me, her cheeks filled with color.
I hear my own voice as I hold out my hand, and out of nowhere, I lose
the connection.
Bella has pulled away, sliding out from under me and I am shocked
back into reality.
She has never broken our connection.
Never.
It has always been me. She walks towards the bathroom shutting the
door.
I rub my hands over my face and get up to throw on my pants and
make my way downstairs.
I pace in the living room waiting for her to come down. She never
does and I am a little...no make that a lot upset.
By midnight, I refuse to go to her. I am angry.
I have replayed the events leading up to the moments before this
mood made its first appearance.
My father's wedding.
What the fuck happened that day?
I replay the events in my head and stop on the one thing that
stands out more than all the rest.
My discussion with Peter.
It was during the reception that Peter went off on me about
marriage. He had suggested that I ask her.
Not at any time during those moments did I see any thing that
could have alerted me to her wanting to get married.
I went over to my laptop and sat down shooting an email to Peter.
I gave him specific details that I saw in her thoughts and warned
him not to stray from any one of them.
It had to be perfect.
It took two weeks for the ranch to be transformed and I chose to
take her to New York
claiming that I had business that I need to do for the club with Zafrina.
Once my business was handled, we spent two days shopping, me never
having told her that the dress I was looking for had a specific style that had
to be met.
When I found what I was looking for, Peter had called to inform me
that the work is done.
"Everything is as you requested it. Check your email."
Opening up my email, I clicked on his attachment and smiled,
because it was motherfucking perfect, down to every minute detail.
S*h*h*h*h*h.....
I went in my bedroom to get dressed; selecting my best Armani
tuxedo, then laid out her outfit for her and went to go find her.
"Angel, our flight leaves in an hour, your outfit is waiting
on the bed, I want you dressed in what I have chosen, the shoes are also at the
foot of the bed. Your hair is to be curled, and left down just the way you know
I love it. I will be with Eric in the lobby waiting for you."
"Yes Master." she stands up eying me up with an
appreciative long glance. I give her a half-crooked smirk.
I bring down the bags handing them to Eric and he gives me the
heads up about my new additions that I had requested for my Countach limo.
The new sound system was updated with all Bose speakers, my
navigation system was up to date and I am rather happy with the new renovations
in the seating, turning the bucket seats it previously had to one long leather
bench seat, so that I didn't have any distance between me and Bella when we
rode in Lizzie.
Our flight left on time and we arrive at the airport in Illinois on schedule,
where a rented limo waits for us to disembark.
I lead Bella to the car and climb in behind her.
"Master, is there something I should be prepared for?"
she asks trying to find a way to ask without being punished for inquiring as we
head for the house.
I chuckle. "Nothing to worry your pretty little head
about." I kiss her nose and move my lips over to kiss on her ear, inhaling
her sweet scent while nuzzling into her thick hair.
"You look absolutely stunning. This dress on you has to be
the sexiest thing I have seen you in yet." I murmur against her ear.
She hums in response and whispers, "Thank you for buying it,
and I am glad you like it."
"Oh, I really do like it." I reach out to grip her chin
and turn her to look at me.
"I truly hope I don't disappoint you this evening." I
press my lips to hers once and her expression tells me she is even more
confused.
As soon as we pull up to the house, I can see the lights aglow
from around the backside of the house. Music echoes through the forest that
plays out from the trees above. The sound system sounds perfect even in the
car. Once we stop and our door is open, I reach out and take her hand pulling
her behind me as I climb out. I thank our driver and nod towards the front door
where he is to leave our luggage.
Bella doesn't say a word as she holds my hand following me as I
lead her down the lit path of a long white runner that guides us in the right
direction.
When we turn the corner, Bella stops completely.
Her mouth falls open and she stares out into the back yard where
the identical gazebo from her thoughts sits. It is lit up with thousands of
lights wrapped in ivy vines and a spinning wooden dance floor.
The pictures Peter sent did not do it justice. Even I am taken
aback by how spectacular of a replica it is. It is almost as if it really is
taken right out of her own head.
I turn towards her and her wide eyes are welling with un-spilled
venom.
"Edward...." she whispers. Her voice is so quiet.
I pull her along and lead her up the stairs stepping out into the
center of it and I turn to face her.
"Shall we?"
"You're serious?"
"Oh, why not?"
I reach out, slip my arm around her waist, and lift her up
settling her feet on top of mine, looking down at her.
The floor spins at a slow speed and I keep my movements at that of
a humans pace. I want this to be everything like her dream, minus the fact that
we are the only things in this dream that are not true to her memory. As much
as I wished it were possible, I simply cannot make us human.
She looks up at me and I smile at her. "See your
dancing."
"At prom." she says with a hint of surprise in her
voice.
"At prom." I stare into my Angel's eyes and everything
around me goes out of focus for a moment and all I see is her, but he is taking
over.
She is everything we could ever want. I won't live
my life without her and you may not consider marriage something that is
important, but you aren't the only one involved here motherfucker. I believe
Peter and we need to make her ours in every fucking way and with all this
romantic bullshit you have pulled out tonight, now is the perfect time to do
this! Get down on your fucking knee and I will ask her if you don't have the
balls to do it. Either way she will be tied to us in every way. I fucking demand
it motherfucker. So who is going to ask her? You or me?
I lift her up and set her on her own two feet.
I don't have anything prepared and this is definitely something I
would prepare for.
Not this time.
I swallow hard as Bella stands here. Our dancing has come to a
complete halt.
"Bear with me a minute Angel." I gather my thoughts and
try to tune him out.
No, no, no...you
don't get to tune me out now Edward. Go ahead, you start, and if you stumble
then I will be right there to clue you the fuck in where to go.
Taking both her hands into mine, I slowly drop down on one knee. I
am nervous as fuck because this isn't a position a Dominant would ever find
himself in, and most definitely not this one. I am so out of my element, it
isn't even funny.
I watch her expression fall. Her face is completely unreadable at
first, then her eyes widen, when she realizes what I am doing.
"Isabella Swan, you already belong to me. You know it and I
know it. I want you bound to me in every way and this is the last step we
haven't taken. You will always be mine and I think it is about fucking time I
added the cherry on fucking top. You have me, you have everything that is mine,
and you wear my collar, now I want you to wear a ring around that finger that
wraps it all up nice and tight. Marry me Angel and I swear to God, we will love
you for the rest of time."
Her smile had grown slowly over the course of my asking and by the
time I was done, she was nodding a fucking yes, just not saying it aloud.
I almost frown wondering when we had gone back to nodding answers.
I couldn't fucking pass the moment up, standing up at full height I reach out
and wrap my arm around her waist and pull her body into mine hard. I slide my
hand under her hair at the nape of her neck and wrap a handful of hair around
my fist.
"Angel...you haven't done this in quite a while and you know
better, now I want to hear the words, because this nodding shit isn't cutting
it for me at a moment like this."
"Yes!" she squeals out so loud, surprising the fuck out
of me, launching her legs up to wrap around my waist.
I grunt at the unexpected movement.
A huge smile erupts from me and I wrap my arms around her tight
and hug the shit out of her.
"Thank you baby." I find her lips and claim them
completely.
I freeze and pull back; looking into her eyes, the moment I
recognize the twang of the guitar of an all too familiar song surrounds us.
Bella is looking up at me, her brow furrows slightly and I know that Bella's
human memory hasn't faded in the least. Even if it is for a fleeting moment, I
can see that hint of sadness that reminds her of a moment I am not at all proud
of.
The
world was on fire, no one could save me but you.
Strange what desire will make foolish people do
I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you
And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you
Strange what desire will make foolish people do
I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you
And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you
Bella's leg's slowly let go of my hips and her grip on me loosens
as her heels hit the wooden dance floor. It is still turning under our feet and
I refuse to let her go when I feel her attempt to pull back away from me.
No fucking way is that happening.
Sadly, the same song played the night that I left her on the dance
floor and attempted to walk out of her life. I could kill Peter for
having of all songs on the play list. What are the fucking odds? Then again, he
was not there that night at the club and I never discussed it or brought it up.
Apparently neither did Bella.
"Bella."
I don't know what to really say to her right now. What I did that
night was inexcusable and I will never be able to make up for it.
"Edward please," she tries to remove herself from my
arms and there is no way in fuck I am letting that happen.
"Not again, not this time." I let her see that I am
serious and that I am not letting her leave.
I take her hand spinning her around to turn her away from me, and
then wrap my arm around her waist, allowing it to rest on her stomach. I move
so fast she isn't given an opportunity to pull away from me. Her back is now
flush against my chest just as it was the night we had our first dance.
I lean in and whisper in her ear. "Allow me to finish what I
started Angel, please." I press my lips to her ear and beg her.
"Please, baby, let me make it right."
"Let me show you that I am not going anywhere. That when it
ends, I will be right here." I close my eyes humming and swaying to the
music and I relax some when I feel the tension in her body relax slightly
giving in to let me take the lead.
What
a wicked game you play
To make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do
To let me dream of you
To make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do
To let me dream of you
I continue to hold her close singing the right lyrics in her ear
and swaying back and forth to the beat of the song that I nearly lost her over,
once upon a time.
"And I want to fall in love with you." I murmur against her temple, her
body voluntarily swaying with my own.
I twirl her around, drop my hands to her face cradling it, and end
the song pressing my lips to hers. I kiss her softer than I have ever kissed
her before, the way she kissed me the first time. I licked my tongue over the
underside of her lips and wrapped it around her tongue indulging in her sweet
venom.
I don't close my eyes once the whole time my lips are on hers, and
when hers open, mine are already burning with need to tell her.
"That is the way our dance should have ended. I was a fool to
think I could stay away from you. I am so sorry Bella. So very fucking sorry.
She reaches up and presses her finger over my lips.
"Don't."
Last dance...
He breaks me out of my concentration and now is definitely not the
time for him to make an appearance.
Not like you can control it motherfucker...
"Congratulations Angel, really love the way you look so
fucking innocent in the dress, but the whole prom theme idea is a little too
much for this big bad vampire to appreciate at the moment. Speaking of which, I think it is about time to bring up a
well-known fact about a rather poor attitude you have been displaying recently.
You do realize that this as a punishable offence, don't you?"
I watch her eyes narrow for a brief moment and give a low growl in
warning.
"Ah, ah...don't you dare disrespect me now little girl. I
highly recommend you do everything you can to make me a very happy vampire. Do
you agree?"
"Yes."
"Yes?"
"Yes, Master."
I smile wickedly.
"Oh Bella, you have been a very, bad, bad, little girl the
last few weeks. You have been keeping secrets and you know that isn't how you
were trained."
Her grip loosens and she stares right at the big bad vampire who
now has her in his grasp.
"Surprised?" I taunt. "Yeah...someone has been a
very, very, very, naughty girl."
"I hope you have had your share of dancing, shall we?" I
nod towards the house and she nods once and turns towards the house. I let go
and watch her walk in front of me down the stairs and to the house.
When she hits the third floor, she knows she is to pause until I
give her permission to enter the playroom.
I walk past her and open the doors and turn to face her.
"If you want to keep the dress, I suggest you remove it,
because I have no intention of being gentle tonight."
I walk around her slowly and unzip the back of it all the way
down.
"Completely naked and wait for me in front of the mirror at
the foot of my bed. I
will be back."
I can hear her removing her clothes once I grab what I am looking
for and head back just in time to watch her bring her foot up and unfasten the
strap of her sandal. She slides it off her foot and repeats the same with the
other.
I reach up and grip two of the chains that hang from the overhead
system and stop right over top of her.
I reach around her, pick up the cuffs for her wrists, and put them
on checking to assure they are tight enough, and then slide the ring through
the heavy-duty clip fastening her right hand up. I slide the chain and lock it
into place.
"Turn and face the bed." I demand and fasten her left
hand the same way. I leave no room for any leeway.
I cannot resist one touch and my finger traces down over her
shoulder moves along her spine and to the top of the crack of her ass, and then
slowly bring it up again, to gather her hair. I twist one tie around it and
press my nose against her neck.
"Yummy."
She shivers and I know this is going to be one hell of a
punishment for her, but it will sure the fuck get me off on it.
"Eyes on me in the mirror little girl." I demand and
stand back behind her off to the side where she has a perfect view of me.
I slowly slide my jacket off and lay it on the chair neatly. Turn
back and keep eye contact as I tug one end of my tie and slide it out of my
collar. I bring it around and wrap it around her mouth, tightening it behind
her head in a strong knot.
"You wanted to remain silent, and so you shall." I
growl.
I remove my cuff links tossing them on the table and start to
unfasten each button slowly leaving her hanging as I take my time.
On the last
button, I pull it out of my pants and let it hang, then unzip my pants, kicking
off my shoes and pulling off my socks I don't dare let her look anywhere else
without my knowing it.
I smirk when her lip twitches the moment I drop my pants, lean
down pick them up and lay them over the chair.
I move around and step up onto the bed in front of her bringing my
hands above my head to grip the metal frame of the bed frame. I eye her up and
drop one hand over my chest rubbing up and down it.
"Deprivation of touch is a hard pill to swallow, and tonight,
I think you deserve a double dose of that baby. This is how we are going to do
this. You get to stand there all tied up and gagged and watch me touch
something that I know you will want desperately...as a matter of fact, I am
pretty sure you are already well on your way to wanting it. So...let's begin
shall we?"
I pull my dress shirt off and toss it over to the side. I yank my
boxers down and toss them off as well, my erection smacking against my abs as
it springs out.
I kick several pillows up towards the headboard and drop down
lying back to look up at her, bringing one hand behind my head.
"Eyes stay on mine little girl." I demand.
I can hear her stress the chains above her and snarl once.
"Don't you dare Bella." she whimpers and I smile.
I let my hand rub over my chest slowly bringing it down to my
navel. I watch her fight with all she has not to drop her eyes.
My cock is rock fucking hard, I wrap my hand around it, and
squeeze, the sensation is so fucking intense doing this right in front of her.
"Oh fuck yeah!" I groan out by the pleasure of my own
hand.
"Don't you dare drop those eyes." I state and let my
head fall back some and close my eyes enjoying the cruel act I am inducing on
her.
"You want this don't you, naughty little Angel?"
My entire hand wrapped around the base of my shaft, I stroke up once
twisting my hand and pump down hard on it, then repeat the motions quickly.
Opening my eyes, I give her a half-crooked smirk and bare my
fangs.
"This is your punishment Isabella. Don't you dare ever hide
anything that goes through that head of yours from your Master and your mate.
Is that clear?" I wait for her answer and groan as my hand fisting my cock
speeds up furiously faster than ever.
Just as I am about to erupt, I hear her whimper, trying to rub her
legs together. I stand above her over the bed, aim my cock right at her chest,
and spray thick long streams of come all over her pert little tits.
I can actually see the anguish in her expression.
"Next time, you know better." reaching around behind
her, I untie the bow tie from her mouth, tossing it to the floor. I grip her
chin between my finger, thumb, and hold her face firmly in place. "Are you
sorry?" I ask.
"Yes, Master, very." I squeeze her cheeks harder
and hiss against her ear.
"You know you really don't deserve any pleasure at all. It's
too bad, I am no where near done. I step off the bed and walk around behind
her. I reach around and bring my finger up to trace through my come rubbing it
over her nipples that grow even harder.
I drop down to my knees and scrape my fangs over her round little
ass.
"Time for a real good old fashioned ass whipping little
girl." I bite gently into one of her ass cheeks, not breaking the skin, then
smack it once swiftly with force and stand up to get better leverage.
I wrap my arm around her, tighten my hold, and begin to slap her
ass hard and fast over the same cheek watching it pinken up but not enough to
my liking. I switch sides and listen to her hiss and snarl as I work the other
one with just as much force.
I raise my voice, walking around her and fist her hair.
"Don't you ever....ever....keep anything from us again. I will tie you
down to that intimidator for a god damn month!"
"You leave me so fucking unsatisfied...and although its
bullshit that I want to pound on that pussy....I have no choice so this is what
you had better do. I don't fucking care how you accomplish it Angel, but don't
you dare fail. You are not allowed to come at all. The whole time I am fucking
you, this is about me. Me and my fucking cock. I want what I want and your hot
little pussy is on my list. It can get wet; you just better make damn sure you
hold that orgasm."
One hand on her hip I pull her back and up some, guide my hard
cock up against her pussy from behind, then slam my length into her as both
hands reach around to use her tits for leverage. I pump in and out of her
forcing her to lick my hands clean after I have massaged half of my come into
her tits.
She is moaning so loudly and crying for it harder and I am happy
to oblige.
I push her hair up off the back of her neck and lick.
"That's it baby....every part of this neck is mine and you
may as well bare the mark of your big bad vampire all over it!" I hiss and
sink my fangs into the back of her neck and drink slamming into her hard while
I come violently into her.
I yell at her feeling her tighten on me. "Don't fucking
come!" I smack her ass so hard she screams out in pain.
I drink and hum as she floods my mouth with pure sweet venom
and blood.
I unlock my fangs from her, licking her wounds, yanking her right
hand down, tearing at the cuff that is around her wrist and toss it away. I
look over her shoulder and hold her hand out to show her the diamond ring now
wrapped around her finger.
"Ours." I kiss the back of her neck and before I pull
away, I ruin the rest of her night.
"She is not allowed to orgasm for the same amount of time she
held that little secret in. Seventeen fucking days little girl, that you don't
get to come....and he won't go against it, because he is mad as hell about you
pulling this safe word bullshit. That is not how safe words are used Isabella.
It is going to a long three weeks."
I allow him to have her back once again. I smirk when his voice
whispers in her ear, "God, I am still coming." and a deep purr erupts
from his throat.
I finally interrupt his thoughts, with one of my own.
"I got dibs motherfucker"--I grin like the devil--"you
can have her on our wedding night, I control the honeymoon."
I throw
my head back laughing manically.
©Robshandmonkey~2012
Author's note ~ I want to send out a very heartfelt thank you to my Beta for this chapter of our Purrward.
AJASPER4ME Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your help with this. She hasn't even read the story but did an awesome job making me look smarter than I am. You rawk darlin!! Truly!
Note...the lyrics are from the song Wicked Games by Chris Isaac as it was in chapter 9 of Shhhhh....
Yeah
I know we weren't supposed to post our outtakes till January but I
have always had an extremely hard time following rules. This one truly
deserves to be broken for reasons I cannot go into without shaking the
foundation of this fandom, so we will just leave it at that and hope they just let this slide.
I
truly hope I did this proposal justice. I know it is sort of over the
top as far as sickening sweet and syrupy with all the Twilight history
in it, but I so wanted to take this story back to what brought me here
to begin with.
Purrward
continues to speak to me and when he does I try to stop and write what
he wants me to and I will always share with you in the future...
I
rarely ask for reviews from my readers, and this is going to be one of
those times...because I really really truly want to know what you
think about this outtake. So please let me know.
♥Thanks
for loving this story as much as I have loved writing every single
word of it for all of you. I have said it before and it bears repeating
that my readers are the most awesome readers who never judge me for my
bad grammar, lack of beta and support me when the mean girls want to
report me to the principle because they want to rule the sandbox. I
appreciate each and every one of you and I hope you enjoy anything I do
in the future.♥
Andrea aka always and forever...
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