As usual time flies when things are good, and before I know it, it is Friday evening, the day before Beth's play party. I have to admit, I'm excited about seeing some of the people of the community again I more or less lost contact with after Bella and I got together. Not that I have been avoiding them, on the contrary, but as we never actually got to go to any of the community events, be it a munch or a play party, I haven't seen most of them in months. Between working and being occupied keeping my lovely Bella happily satisfied, meeting others just doesn't have the priority it used to have. After all, one of the primary reasons I hung out with them all was to find someone to play with - and with that need no longer arising, I'm afraid I've turned into a veritable hermit.
"Why are you grinning like that?"
I turn my head and try to smother my excitement a little, seeing as Bella doesn't seem to share it - at least not without some reservations. She's been mostly quiet tonight, which is rather unusual for her.
"Ah, nothing."
"Don't you 'nothing' me, I know that look, Edward."
Deciding to keep things light, I let some of the lust I feel seep into my gaze.
"Guess."
A hint of a blush graces her cheeks when realization hits her, but Bella keeps her calm.
"So much for your promise to be at your best behavior tomorrow," she huffs.
I shrug, then lean closer to her so I can kiss her jaw gently.
"I don't intend to break my word. But that doesn't mean I have to sit on my hands and be all glum about it, and turn into some kind of Kink Grinch or something."
A bright smile takes over her face at that, and she shakes her head in silent laughter. When she turns to look at me again a residue of that mirth remains, plastering a similar smile onto my face in turn.
"While it's a little disconcerting, it's good to see you so carefree again."
"Carefree?" I prompt, then, "disconcerting?"
"You know, that thing where you don't expect hell to swallow you up and hurl you into an abyss of eternal torment? And disconcerting because I can guess why you're so damn happy to go there," she grumbles.
"Which is?"
Bella glares at me for a moment, her smile slowly draining from her face, but then she actually looks aggravated rather than petulantly grumpy.
"Because you finally get to meet your friends again, friends I've inadvertently kept you from. I'm sure you must be looking forward to seeing them again."
"Sure I do," I admit, wondering why she seems so moody. "But you haven't kept me from anyone. I just prefer your company to those of others. And you know that I'm usually working at least parts of the weekends, so it had nothing to do with you in most cases anyway."
I can see that she doesn't buy my attempt to lighten her mood, so I reach over and gently cup her cheek, stroking her softly. She closes her eyes and leans into my touch, and I can feel her relax.
"You know, for all the fun you have when playing the mean badass, you're still a bad liar, Edward."
Her suddenly teasing tone makes me crack up, and I'm relieved her smile is back when I quiet down again. Still feeling like I should set her straight on this, I draw her closer to me until her knee is touching my thigh where she's sitting next to me on the couch.
"Okay, yes, you might be the reason why I lost touch with some of them.
But in a good way. I've been lonely for so long, so I had the time and drive to be pretty active in the community. Since we hooked up I don't need to find someone else, because I already have you, the woman of my dreams.
Also, it's much more convenient to order you to kneel before me and suck me off than go out, find a sub who is maybe compatible with my preferences, and after endless negotiations have them do the same. So don't feel bad from keeping me from that, you actually preserve what little free time I have left."
I don't even try to evade her punch, but wince slightly when her fist connects with my upper arm. For a moment I'm tempted to launch myself at her and ravish her on the floor while I keep her pinned and helpless, but like so often, I don't think letting sex distract our conversation is a good idea. And I can still do the ravishing later.
"You cocky bastard," Bella huffs, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Why, yes, I think that's one of my more redeeming qualities?"
She rolls her eyes at me but when I don't react she exhales loudly, and I can see her eyes cloud over with concern again.
"Okay, I see I can't nudge you into us not having this conversation. You really used to be easier to manipulate when our relationship was days old and you were horny non-stop."
"Trust me, the horniness hasn't receded that much. And you shouldn't even try to manipulate me, ever."
She huffs again, unperturbed by my slightly chiding tone.
"Gee, yeah, I know, me bad, bad sub for attempting to top from the bottom.
Feel free to spank my bad sub bottom any time for it. But that aside, you know what I mean."
"Just spit it out, what has your panties in a twist?" There I feel my smile morph into a lopsided grin again. "Oh, right, you aren't wearing any panties!
How could I forget that."
Her weighted gaze is answer enough, but she goes on without letting me tease her too much.
"There will probably be several of your previous subs there, too, right?"
I nod, momentarily not quite understanding why she's suddenly starting to fidget, but then the proverbial light bulb goes on in my mind.
"Are you jealous because I played with them before we got together?"
"No, of course not, I'm -"
She trails off with a huff, then shakes her head as if to underscore her words, but the way she keeps avoiding me tells a different tale. I briefly consider assuring her she has nothing to fear, but then decide against it.
This is rapidly turning into one of those moments were Bella acts like a stereotypical woman - although she has yet to ask me if I think she looks fat in skinny jeans - and I feel like I have to stop this, right now.
"Bella," I say, stressing her name enough for her eyes to quickly move to my face.
"Hm?"
I can tell she's playing dumb, or deliberately trying to ignore the implication of my change in tone.
"Get up and stand in front of me."
She moves quickly enough that I realize that she knows what I'm up to, although the look on her face is a very long shot from meek.
"Strip."
She slides down her pants without protest and leaves them pooling on the floor, then pulls her shirt over her head and unclasps her bra, all without hesitation. Her step towards me causes her knees to brush between my spread legs where she stops, and with some afterthought she brings her arms behind her back, loosely clasping the opposite elbow with her hands.
I let my eyes roam over her beautiful body, giving her time to see how much I appreciate the view, before I beckon her towards me.
"Straddle my legs."
She lithely climbs onto my lap, her naked thighs pressing into the rough denim of my jeans. I run my hands up and down her legs, pleased that she keeps her arms where they are while her spine is straight, her head upright, not a hint of shame anywhere in her posture.
"Good girl."
A smile is tugging on the corner of her mouth as she inclines her head, then murmurs softly, "Thank you, Master."
Of course now my cock's as hard as ever and begging to be buried in her warm, willing cunt spread right before me, but I do my best not to lose my calm. For one I'm doing this for a reason, and getting the right answers out of her should go before satisfying my need. Although demanding her to give them while I fuck the living shit out of her is appealing, too.
"Let's try this again. Why are you so twitchy and broody tonight? You said before you wanted to go to this play party, I hope you didn't lie to me then?"
She shakes her head without hesitation, her eyes seeking mine to convey her honesty better.
"Of course I didn't lie. I'm really looking forward to it. I'm exited and scared out of my mind at the same time. I think that's making me a little irrational, Sir."
I smile my encouragement at her while my hands find her ass, kneading her taut muscles there.
"And?"
"And I guess while I'm not exactly jealous of you playing with others before me, I'm apprehensive of meeting them. I know my own limits are quite lower than some of theirs probably were, and I think that makes me feel kind of ... inadequate."
Somehow that is like deja-vu to me.
"Do we really have to have this conversation again, Bella?" I gently chide her, and a hint of a shameful blush appears high on her cheeks.
