Naughty Knickers

Eight

Edward

I apologized to Bella the best way I knew how.

I tied her up.

Peeled her out of her clothes, rolled her on to her side and used a garter on her wrists. Wound it clear up to her elbows, cinching tight behind her back because I was a sucker for the way it forced her to shove her tits out. I bound her ankles and smoothed the hair off her face, offering her the thigh high I'd stripped off her leg.

"Eyes? Or mouth?"

"Both," she whispered.

"Nope. One or the other, you choose."

“Eyes,” she exhaled and her lashes brushed her cheeks as I wound the sock around her head.

I settled down beside her, my temple to her thigh and god, this girl’s pussy . . . flushed pink, and so fucking tight when I slipped a finger inside of her. I didn’t give her any warning, just watched myself impale her with the rest of my fingers splayed out to the side and she groaned deeply when I pulled out to do it again. She wiggled against her ties, the leather digging into her skin, but I took my sweet time. Played my fingers through her lips with all of the patience I could muster, dragging her slick wet around until she was dripping down her thigh. Thrusting my fingers in and out and around and over every bit of her until she was panting. With three fingers buried I shook my arm, just hard enough to send a tremor through her whole body and she stiffened, digging her toes into the sheets.

"Oh fuck," she stammered, squirming against my hand. "Oh, god, don't stop. Please don't stop." I gave into her pleading, tickling her insides with my fingertips and jerking her around with my wrist. Her steady moan uttered with each shake and when I set my lips down over that pretty little nub of flesh there at the top of her slit, she screamed.

I was so glad she made me cover her eyes, and not her mouth.

She reciprocated, with far less patience than I had shown. Babbling from the sheets as she came down, panting about how badly she wanted my dick in her mouth. I let her blow me with that blindfold on and then took it off, hoisting her to her knees and using the straps around her elbows to hold her upright while I fucked her from behind. I wrapped my arms around her and pinched her tits rough enough to make her gasp. Spilled inside of her and only undid her bonds when I’d caught my breath. She scampered to the bathroom and I lay there in her bed, marinating in her smell, fighting the urge to pass out after all that exertion. When she emerged, her eyes were red and her cheeks were flushed. She sniffled and stood near the bed, naked except for the red marks around her wrists.

“We have to stop this,” she muttered, chin to her chest.

“I thought it was good,” I hedged, pulling myself up onto my elbow, heartbeat gone eerily silent. She wrung her hands together and shrugged.

“It was. It always has been. But I don’t know what I’m going to go through when you leave, and I have a feeling it’s not going to be easy. You should just go now.”

“You think you’re getting rid of me that easily?”

She shot me a hard glare and silently pointed to her bedroom door.

I shook my head. “I’m signing a lease on my apartment tomorrow.”

Her eyes widened and she bit her bottom lip, only releasing it to speak. “Why?”

“I have nowhere else to go. Nowhere else I want to be, more than here.” I was talking about Chicago, but I was really implying that it was her bed, her pussy, her breath, that I wanted to become a permanent resident of. I wanted to see every devilish costume she had tucked away in her drawers and I wanted to make her my muse. Dress her up, strip her down, capture her image a million times over. Then do it again. I sat up, dangling my legs off the bed and glanced up at her. “Does that change anything for you?”

I watched her gulp, the bob in the throat as she swallowed. “No. Yes,” she corrected, before she shrugged again, her voice low. “I don’t know.”

“It changes everything for me,” I said and reached out to grab her. I pulled her close, right between my legs, with both of us in nothing but our skin and our feelings. Neither of us were that great at sharing, but I was gonna try. “I want you. I want you badly enough to stay here despite the shitty weather. I want to spend the next three months convincing you to move in with me and, then, I want to complain when we have to move all your shit. I want you in nothing but my t-shirts, and I want to see you in every single one of those fucking garter belts.  I want to pound this beautiful pussy every day for the rest of my existence.” I slipped my fingers between her legs just to make a point and she thrust herself down onto them, letting me finish my tirade buried up inside of her. “Will you let me do that?”

Bella sighed, clutching my shoulders and barely staying on her feet, digging her nails into my skin as she trembled. Her answer came out as soft and as strong as her orgasm, ripping through her and falling out of her mouth.

“Yes.”

The End

Naughty Knickers

Seven

Bella

"Good to know you're still alive," Alice grumbled at me as I hobbled into the kitchen the next morning. I glared at her and stumbled to the fridge, trying to ignore the bright lights and the loud sound of her chewing her cereal with her mouth open. I’d gotten home at the crack of dawn and I  had a hangover, but not the regular kind. I had an Edward hangover and I was in dire need of orange juice but, of course, Alice had stashed the emptied carton back in the fridge. I threw it across the room at her, wincing when her shriek hit my achey ears.

"Why do you always do that? You know I hate it," I griped at her, finding a bottle of water instead. I swallowed half of it before she spoke.

"How's suspender boy?" She grinned around her spoon.

"Don't call him that." Only I was allowed to call him that. And only in my head.

"You're walking funny. He must have a really great dick for a sadist." She was still crunching her cereal louder than a hail of brimstone and gunfire and I was feeling woozy enough to throw up all over her mushy breakfast.

"He does."

"You should be careful. I hear girls like you can get addicted to that kind of thing."

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"Tell me everything."

Jane flopped into my chair and stared at me, waiting for a response. I shrugged, not prepared to make something up on the spot. Besides, I glowing a little too much to deny it. "Edward has a magical dick and I don't ever want to let it go. I just gotta figure out what to do about that mouth of his."

"And the old lady?"

"She's a bitch but, damn, does she look good for her age. You would not believe how old she really is."

We spent the next three hours decking Jane out for Edward's next project and googling Esme. Apparently she was an elbow rubber in an elitist group of art afficionados. She had been a coordinator at museums that even Jane knew the name of and had 'discovered' more than a few big name artists, Edward included amongst them. She oversaw charitable foundations and facilitated cross country art loans. She had been married three times, had six homes in five different countries, and made regular appearances at children's hospitals with art supplies. They called her Mrs. Santa Claus.

Basically, it was impossible to hate her, but she gave me an out when she showed up in my office with a rack of plastic wrapped ball gowns, acting as snot-faced as ever.

"Well, don't you look precious!" she exclaimed and sauntered right into the room to inspect Jane's hair and makeup, fawning over her. Jane shot me a wary glance over Esme’s head.

"Can I ask what you're doing here?" I eyed the door pointedly, hoping Esme would take a hint but she just smiled at me. The same kind of smile a rattlesnake gives a rat right before it poisons it.

"Oh, Edward called in a favor. I answered."

"What sort of favor?"

"He needed ballgowns and he knew who to ask.”

“Edward asked you to bring those here today?” I pointed at the rack of dresses, sounding just as full of disbelief as I actually was. I thought he’d told me it was over. That the heartbreak was mutual and that he only wanted me. I thought he said that he was done with her, but apparently, he’d called and literally requested her presence here today.

Edward

I met the girls in the Impressionist paintings, a room full of art that was all up for interpretation. I’d always been drawn to these paintings over any of the others. The cut and dried reality of the standard still life left me wanting more and I could get lost for hours in front of a Monet. The blurred brush of color. The spots of light and dark. The out of focus fuzz that sharpened only when you stepped away. Paintings that made sense from far off, but were even more beautiful with your nose a bare inch away from the canvas.

The moment Bella stepped into the room, the air changed. Or vanished entirely. I wasn’t sure which, but one or the other left me panting. She shot me a glance from across the room and I could tell instantly that something was wrong. She didn’t smile at me, or even give me a halfway version of it. Instead, she reverted back to the icy death glare she’d given me at the start and I had no idea what had flipped her switch so suddenly.

Jane looked perfect, decked out like a princess in too much makeup and a dress that was trying to swallow her. I gulped when I recognized the outfit. It was the same dress Esme had worn to some fancy black tie party the night before we broke up. Red satin. Indecently low cut neck line. Tight to the knees and flared below that, a swish of fabric around the ankles. I’d been so in love with Esme that night, convinced that I would live out the rest of my life with her, that I’d followed her around the party like an ignored puppy, letting her swat my hands away when I tried to touch her.

The devil in question sashayed into the room with an expectant smile on her face and I knew instantly what Bella’s frozen glare had been about.

“Edward!” Her voice jumped twenty octaves and dropped twenty years, immaturity propelling her across the room toward me as though she was only the projectile in some giant sling shot. She wrapped her arms around me before I could stop her and whispered in my ear. “That little bitch of yours has got to go. I don’t like her at all.”

“Then it’s a good thing that I don’t care what you like or not.” I shoved her aside and tried to make my way to Bella and Jane, who were in a far corner, adjusting the dress. Esme grabbed my hand and batted her eyes at me.

“Come to my hotel tonight. We can talk. I’d like to make this work,” she pleaded.

“No way. I wanted to make it work too, but you weren’t interested in talking then. I’m not interested in talking about it now. You need to leave.”

“I can’t stay to watch? Those are my dresses after all.”

My first mistake had been thinking that Esme would loan me something without expecting anything in return. My second mistake had been to make the phone call to ask her, but I wasn’t about to make the third mistake of letting her ruin my life all over again. I yanked out of her grip and stormed across the gallery, fuming.

“Take that off,” I commanded, waving at the red dress as I came to a standstill.

“You just want me naked all the time,” Jane giggled and started stripping immediately, which seemed to be her style. Completely unabashed, even as Bella was studiously eyeing the floor. She had her teeth buried in her lip. On most girls, that meant that they didn’t know what to say. In this case, I was pretty sure she was biting the shit out of her lip in order to keep everything she wanted to say inside. I picked the dress up off the floor and stormed back toward Esme with my arms full of red silk and rage. I shoved it at her, the force making her totter backward on her heels.

“Take them and go,” I commanded.

“Darling, don’t be like this. I only want you to remember how it was between us. I want you, and I know that you want me.”

"I don't want you!" I yelled, my bellow blowing the hair off her neck. "I did, but I don't anymore. Nothing will change the way I feel about you. Stop. Trying."

“I love you, Edward.”

“No, you used me as arm candy because you liked my thirty year old cock. ”

She slapped me.

Hard and fast and stingingly sharp, right across my cheek.

“You insolent little brat!” she hissed. “You always were just a child. I can’t believe how much time I wasted on you.”

“Goodbye, Esme,” I barked and turned away, rubbing my cheek to the faint sounds of her pushing her ballgown disaster out of the room. I was so fucking angry, livid and on edge, and when I saw Bella trying to rush out of the room, it just pissed me off even more. Calling Esme had been a mistake, but letting this girl escape before I had a chance to right things would be the biggest mistake of all. I grabbed her by the arm as she tried to fly by me.

"Don't you dare leave," I growled at her, but she scowled right back at me, matching me one for one.

"I'm not going anywhere,” she hissed. “I just need to go hit something so that I can calm down. I'll be right back." She pulled out of my grip and stormed off down the hallway. I hoped she made back down to the basement level before she found something to lay her fist into. Shit around here was expensive.  

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AN: She's still giggling. I'm still blushing. One more chapter and I'm putting both of us out of our misery.

Naughty Knickers

SIX

Bella

I woke up to suspender boy.

In my bed.

Naked except for my sheets and fuckme, I was naked too.

We’d totally done it last night. Several times, even though I knew that once was more than enough. I should have kicked him out. I didn’t do that though. Instead I fucked him on the living room floor and then on the couch before I let him bend me over the table and give it to me hard enough to make me wonder if you could bruise the inside of your vag. He didn’t stop there. We made it halfway up the stairs before he was slipping between my legs again and we finished on the carpet in the hallway, just outside my bedroom door, unable to make it the rest of the way. He pinned me to the carpet and breathed hard onto the back of my neck as he shoved himself in and then yanked himself back out again. Painting my backside with his cum, cold and wet and sticky. We'd obviously crawled right into bed after we tired each other out.

There was a faint red line stretched across his neck from where I’d snapped his suspender strap against him last night.

I left him in my bed, trying to resist a peek under the sheets to get an eyeful of the goods. I hadn't been close enough yet and every interaction had been in the dark, which left me conjuring up images based only on touch. The boy was big. Enjoyably big, not the uncomfortable kind of big, and the bulge under the sheet only attested to that.

I ran out of the room. Straight to the kitchen and opened the freezer in a gush of frozen air to stick my head inside, gulping deeply, my hot cheeks burning against the chill.

"I ate all the ice cream, if that's what you're looking for." Alice stumbled into the kitchen and I shut the door to the freezer, leaning against the fridge.

"I wasn't,” I panted, shaking my head. What I was looking for was an ice bath.

Alice rolled her eyes, finishing off the orange juice with one healthy swallow. "Could you at least try to make it to your room next time? I needed to pee last night, but you were blocking the damn door. Whoever that boy is, he's got a nice butt."

Fucking Alice.

She got to see his ass before I even did.

Said ass sauntered into the kitchen at that very moment, yawning and rubbing his eyes, in nothing but his pants and those suspenders. Bare chest. Hair fucked beyond recognition. Eyes sparkling two different colors in the morning sunshine. His gaze locked onto me and he adjusted the straps of the suspenders over his pecs, winking at me.

"Good morning," he grinned. My eyes fell to the red line on his neck and I had no words.

"Oh god, you're the sadist." Alice's eyes widened and she gaped at hot, half naked Edward with her mouth open. I'd never been so glad that she was a lesbian in my whole entire life.

"The sadist?" Edward's eyes shot to mine and I turned even redder, which shouldn't be possible. All of my blood was already in my face and I didn't even know where this fresh wave could have come from.

"Do you do it for the laughs? Drenching girls in blood for your own enjoyment?" Alice narrowed her eyes this time, her post-feminist riot-girl coming out to play. It was way too early for that game.

"Cut it out Alice," I hissed, shoving her out of the kitchen. She squealed, but didn't fight back, and giggled as she trudged reluctantly back up the stairs to her room. "If I was straight, that'd be the very first dick I hopped onto," she whispered in my ear before she went.

"You are  such a pain in my ass," I hissed at her retreating form, standing at the bottom of the steps trying to rearrange my face before I went back in to Edward. He'd fucked me senseless last night, on stair step number six to be precise but here I was, hiding in the other room, wondering what I was supposed to say to him.

"We're gonna be late for work unless you put some clothes on. I don't mind this outfit, but I don't want anyone else seeing it." Edward appeared beside me and fingered the edges of my robe. What he didn't know was that I had actually worn this in public before, belted as a dress, but I'd been wearing something underneath it that time. He licked his lips as he eyefucked my tits and it was at that very moment that I remembered he was my boss.

"I thought you were firing me? I plan on staying in bed, like this, all day." I yanked the robe away and wrapped myself up in it like a burrito, scowling at him.

"No way. You're coming to work today whether you like it or not. We can discuss your unemployment later."

It took an hour longer to get to work than it should have, but that was Edward's fault. I had to yell at him to keep his hands off me long enough to pull some real clothing on, and he groaned into the pillows when I picked out my favorite body suit to wear underneath my dress. A complex web of strappy black leather, it formed a makeshift bra and covered enough of my crotch to qualify as underwear, but it was still more skin than fabric. With a low cut dress, both front and back, I got to show off a fair amount of it while still maintaining some sense of professionalism.

At least by my standards. Which were obviously slipping.

My last gasp of professionalism died on the floor just inside the doorway, right there next to Edward on his knees with his nose in my crotch, telling me he just needed something to get him through the day. He touched me obsessively the entire walk to work, muttering obscenities under his breath every time I declined to acknowledge the devious words he was whispering into my ear. We ducked inside the museum and I was just deciding whether or not to sneak my fingers through his, wondering how warm and damp his palm would be, when she stepped in front of us.

The woman who had an easy forty years on me and had been decorating her bed with this boy for years.

"Edward, darling. I called your phone a hundred times last night. The least you could do is answer me."

"Esme," Edward said, his voice clipped short and his eyebrows smashed together in the middle. "I gave you my answer. Just because you didn't like it doesn't mean that I'm going to change it."

The woman smiled sweetly at him before turning to look at me, all the sugar slipping from her eyes. "And who, pray tell, is this?"

Edward

Fuck Bella and fuck that body suit and fuck me.

Sideways.

She put that thing on and I couldn't concentrate. Couldn't think straight and definitely couldn't be expected to act like a professional around her. I was making plans for our evening long before we even got to the museum, plotting out how I was gonna get those garters off her legs and around her wrists instead. She'd said she'd been fantasizing about gagging me and she'd be so so wrong if she thought I hadn't been dreaming up the same. She was leading me toward the museum but, actually, we were in my bed and I was strapping her elbows together behind her back. She was following me into the elevator but, really, we were joined at the hips and she was writhing against the binds around her wrists. She was close enough to slip her fingers between mine but, truthfully, I was teasing her without touching her after I blindfolded her with one of those damn stockings.

I was lodged up in my own head, just about to shove Bella off the edge of the best orgasm the girl would ever get, telling her every dirty detail in a whisper near her ear, when Esme showed up and ruined all the fun.

"Edward, darling."

She appeared around a corner and my instinct was to cringe. To turn and run. Call her a bitch and a self-involved waste of my time. Cry. Maybe throw something, or several somethings, until I felt better. Instead, I stood there and let her give me shit for not answering any of the million messages she'd left for me last night. I'd been distracted, but I didn't tell her that. Distracted by the sweet little thing standing behind me who had just twined her fingers through mine, the same one Esme turned her sights on when I rebuked her. I opened my mouth, ready to jump to Bella’s defense, but I should have known better.

This girl in her torture chamber underwear could probably take care of herself.

"I'm the girl who's sucking his dick," Bella said as she stepped in front of me.

That was a lie. She hadn't actually done that yet, but I had plans.

"Yes, you do look like the sloppy second course." Esme spoke down her nose, which was really the only way she knew how to have a conversation. "Did you know that if you stick your finger up his-"

"Esme!" I roared, silencing her. "That is enough!" I grabbed Bella by the arm and hauled her down the hallway, intent only on getting away from that vile woman. I knew there had to be something that initially drew me to her but I was having trouble remembering exactly what that had been. She had lavish taste, booze and beds and ballgowns, and she had treated me like a well-kept pet. Dressing me up to introduce me to people I'd never get close to without her as my escort, which I let her do, rewarding her with precisely what she wanted. Adoration. From some kid who was out of her league. From her social circle, inspiring jealousy and incredulity from her peers. I was the fancy spangled bracelet on her arm that had all the women drooling and all the men wondering how much I cost her.

Bella broke me out of my haze.

She shoved me against the wall beside my office door and attacked my mouth. Shimmying against me like a flat-broke pole dancer. Hands everywhere. Lips everywhere else. I wanted ask her just what she was thinking, doing this here in the hallway of the place we both called work, but one glance beyond the side of her face told me exactly what she meant to accomplish here. Esme's mouth fell open and I chuckled to myself as I pried Bella off of me, hoisting her over my shoulder with my hand up her skirt before storming into my office.

The sound of my door slamming was my second favorite sound, trailing only the noises this girl made when I was dick deep in her.

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I finally convinced her to let me photograph her, but only after I'd pounded enough orgasms out of her to render her mildly drunk.

"What are you doing?" she mumbled, blinking her eyes drowsily at me as I slipped her feet back through the straps of that godforsaken body suit.

"I want to take your picture. And I want you to be wearing this when I do." I tugged it up her thighs and grinned at her through my hair. "Come on, pretty girl. Let me get a smile outta you."

"I'm smiling." She was and it was fucking gorgeous, but I had assigned myself a mission and I did not intend to fail.

"I want it on record." I pulled her off her back and she lazily allowed me to strap her into the body suit. By the time I had finished, my dick was aching. I retreated from the bed, blindly feeling my way to the living room to find my camera, my bouncing cock leading the way. Bella was still lying in the bed when I returned and she glanced up at me while I stood nearby and fiddled with my lens.

"I have a reputation, you know? It's not stellar, but it doesn't need shit like this surfacing somewhere,” she said.

"I know. That's why you'll be wearing this."

I offered her an out, but only because I knew she'd probably ask for one. A mask. I'd picked it up in Italy, worn it to a costume party and was told only once I'd arrived that it was crafted for a woman. Studded with small silver grommets in elaborate designs around the eyes, a burst of feathers from one temple. Cat eyes. She took it from me and examined it closely before putting it on. It covered nearly half of her face, cutting her off right above those lips and I fully intended to use my orgasm powers to convince her to blow me with that thing on later.

I adjusted my dick as she crawled to the middle of the bed, perching in the sheets with an expectant look. The sparse room worked in my favor, turning her into a macabre anomaly with the fancy mask and that devilish costume. I took it easy on her at first and just let her lie there while I hovered around her like a moth. Capturing moment after moment of her face as I teased her about everything I wanted to do to her, everything I wanted her to do to me. Where all of these things could be done. In what order. All the endless combinations. I wanted my cock in her mouth and then in her ass. I wanted her fingers in her pussy and then in my mouth. My fingers in her mouth and then all over my cock and I really wanted to watch her get herself off using nothing but my camera strap.

"Not so hard, huh?" I asked her, switching out my memory card for a fresh one. "Now play along and give me something naughty."

"No!" She giggled and hid her face, rolling into the sheets even though the mask was already doing most of that work. She had a beautiful pale rose blush crawling across her skin, her thighs and her neck going up in crimson. “I wouldn’t even know where to start.”

"On your knees. Grab the headboard," I directed and she did as I told her, reaching behind herself to clutch the headboard with her tits pushing out in front of her. Fucking perfect, this girl and her body, every delicious curve wrapped up in thin leather straps. Just fucking perfect. I lit a cigarette and handed it to her, not expecting her to actually smoke it but she surprised me by taking a deep drag and blowing it directly into my camera lens. I didn't often stop to look at the picture I had just taken, but this was one of the few moments when I did. This would be one of my favorite images, out of all the millions of photos I’d taken. Bella's masked face ghosted behind a swirling cloud.

"What are you doing?" I asked her, glancing up from my camera to find her pulling herself free from her strappy contraption.

"Playing along." She smirked at me and shimmied out of the body suit. She sat the edge of her ass on the lip of the headboard, poised above bed with her toes to the mattress and her back against the wall. I didn't say anything, just let her get comfortable. She lifted her arms above her head and I snapped a picture. Flung them out to her sides and I snapped a picture. Dropped her head, white-knuckling her knees and I snapped a picture. Gripped the headboard again, looked right at me with fire behind her face, and I snapped a picture. Kept snapping, dumbfounded by what was going on in front of me. This girl fluffing her hair and pinning her palms to the drywall like a butterfly on a board. Completely naked save that mask.

"Spread your legs," I said roughly, my voice stuck somewhere very far away. I was kneeling at the end of the bed, as breathless as though I'd just trudged a thousand miles through a blistering desert to make it here. This spot. At this girl's feet, staring up at her in awe, as she arched her back against the wall and split her thighs for me.

I saw God. I swear.

I got four memory cards out of her before she called it quits. Honestly, that was about three cards more than I expected so I was pretty fucking happy with myself by the time she pushed my camera away from my face.

"Your dick must be aching," she murmured. "It looks hard as a rock."

"You can kiss it and find out," I suggested, not entirely sure if she was going to play along. The smirk that appeared right below the edge of that mask had my eyes rolling back in my head before her lips even touched my dick.

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AN: Hadley is giggling next to me on her couch and I'm full blush while she reads.