Sunday, April 17, 2011

CBWR? Chapter 19

Here we go again! I probably won't be posting again today. Hopefully tomorrow.

Thanks again for reading!

"Maybe I lied."

Chapter 19:

Deciding it didn't really matter at this point anyway, I went ahead and lit a cigarette, breaking my own no smoking inside rule. Alice leaned back on my couch and rested her ankle on her knee. Her eyes narrowed at me as she huffed out her nose.

"What the fuck did you do?" she demanded.

"I bought her," I said sheepishly. There really wasn't any point in sugar coating it. "Kate left. I just…got tired of it, I guess."

"So you figured since you've fucked up every the relationship you have ever had, getting one who didn't have a choice in the matter was the right way to go?"

"I didn't really think of it like that."

"I don't think you have a fucking thought in your head."

I couldn't begrudge her that, so I just shrugged. Alice gulped the last of the whiskey and dropped her glass onto the carpet, daring me with her eyes to complain. At least it landed open side up.


Good question. At one point, I thought I knew the answer.

"I didn't want…I mean, I thought it would be…I…fuck!"

I heard the click of the gun, and looked up to see the barrel pointed at me again.

"You said you weren't going to shoot me," I reminded her.

"Maybe I lied."

"You can't…Alice – shit," I ran my hand through my hair again. "If you kill me, Aro gets her back, okay?"

"Shit," she growled, but didn't lower her weapon. "You've really fucked this about as hard as it could be fucked, haven't you?"

"Yeah," I admitted. It was really, really hard to have a conversation with a gun pointed at you, but I was pretty sure I wasn't getting a choice in that matter. "That's why I called you."

"Why me?"

I shrugged.

"I didn't know who else to call. You've fixed shit for me before."

"I've killed for you before."

"Yeah, and it fixed shit."

She continued to give me the stink eye, and I honestly didn't know what else to tell her except everything, so I just blurted it all out.

"I admit it, okay?" I said. "I wanted to buy a chick to fuck whenever I wanted – one that wouldn't just leave me when I did something stupid. I didn't think about what I was doing, and I don't know what to do now. Please, Alice – just help me fix it."

Her eyes slowly lost their fire, and she placed the Beretta back on her lap, but not away. She shook her head slowly, tossed her cigarette butt into the empty whiskey glass, pulled out another one, and sighed.

"Where's your family, E?"

"I don't have a family," I growled. "You know that."

"Yeah, but you did at some point, didn't ya?"

"Not really."

"Do you have any brothers or sisters?"

"No ."

"What happened to your parents?"

"Fuck if I know."

"Are they alive?"

"I have no fucking idea, okay?" I finally yelled. "What the hell is with the twenty questions game, huh? We're supposed to be talking about what the fuck we can do to get out of this mess!"

"So what, did you call me in to kill her?"

"No! Shit!"

"Good thing, because if you had said yes, you were going over the balcony. So why did you call?"

"I don't know what to do!" I finally admitted. "None of this is how I thought it would be, and I can't send her back."

"Why not?"

"Fuck, Alice – did you see how she reacted just now? If you kill me, she goes back to him. No fucking way."

"What do you care?" she snarled. "You're the reason she's here in the first place. If you don't like her, why wouldn't you send her back? Try out a new model?"

She was being snarky, I knew. She practically oozed sarcasm when she wanted to make a point. I didn't know what to say to make my point. I didn't know if I had a point. I just knew I needed Alice's help if I had any chance what so ever of making this right.

"She had a nightmare," I said. I turned my eyes to look at her. "She won't tell me what happened, but I heard enough when she was asleep. I'm not sending her back."

"So what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to hire you to help me eliminate Aro's organization."

"You want to what?" The snarkiness was gone. The sarcasm was gone. The only thing left was utter incredulity. "Are you out of your fucking mind? Do you realize what you are saying?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Do you realize how deep this goes? How many crime lords you're talking about? It's not just Aro – he's tied to all of Volturi in Italy as well as Laurent's group here. You're talking about twenty hits, and that's just the big guys. It will end up being more."

"I know."

"What are you going to do with her?" She nodded her head towards Bella's room, her eyes narrowing again.

"Once they're gone, I can tell her she's free. She can go back to her family, if she has one. Whatever she wants. I buy her a fucking house. I'll set her up for life. Whatever she wants, I'll make it happen."

"You don't have enough money to pay me for this job," she said definitively. "So I'm not doing it for you."

It felt like my heart stopped beating a few times, and the pressure in my chest was threatening to push me right through the bottom of my chair. If she didn't help me, I had no fucking chance. I wouldn't be able to set this right. Forget passing Go – without Alice, I wasn't even on the fucking board.

"But I will do it for her."

Everyone needs a partner in crime, right?

Chapter End Notes:

I dunno, Doofusward. She might still off ya for fun.

CBWR? Chapter 18

Thanks again for all the reviews, PMs, etc. You guys are the best!

I know people would like longer chapters, but that's honestly not the point in the "exercise" for me. I've never written this way before. It's new, and I'm learning from it. :) Bear with me. At least the posts are still daily!

That sick feeling in my stomach was definitely back.

Chapter 18:

As I stared into Alice's eyes – black with fury – I waited. At first, I wasn't sure what I was waiting for exactly – if it was to hear the muffled shot that ended my life, her demands for more of an explanation, or maybe just to hear myself breathe, which I didn't appear to be doing. After what felt like a long time, but was likely only a second, I realized I was waiting for my life to flash in front of me. That little bit of your mind that replays all the significant bits to remind you where you have been and how you ended up here, at the end.

It didn't happen.

I was pretty glad it did happen, because I really didn't want to relive any of that shit.

What I did hear was Bella's scream.


I felt the impact in my chest instead of my head, where I was expecting it. And instead of a single, small point of contact of a bullet, it was Bella's body against my chest. We were both thrown backwards and away from the Beretta, with Bella frantically scrambling to cover me with her body.

That sick feeling in my stomach was definitely back.

"No! No! No!" she cried out over and over again.

"What the fuck, Cullen?" Alice snarled. I looked around Bella long enough to see Alice had at least dropped the barrel off to the side, no longer aiming at my face.

Bella was still screaming into my ear.

I grabbed her shoulders and tried to pull her off of me, because – shit – if she ended up in the line of fire somehow...well, I didn't want that to happen. I couldn't get her off, though – she had what could only be described as a death grip around my neck. She was still screaming at Alice.

"No! No! Please, don't kill him! Please! No!"

"Bella, it's all right – shit!" I tried pulling at her arms again, but I didn't get anywhere. I looked up to Alice, praying she was going to give me at least a little bit of a chance to explain. "Alice – come on! Help me out here! I'll tell you everything, just fucking help me out!"

"Fuck you!" Alice took a step back, holstered her gun in her boot and put her hands on her hips.

Bella tucked her head against my chest and tightened her grip again.

"She put the gun away, Bella – it's okay." I didn't have the slightest idea if it was okay or not, or if Alice was just going to wait and off me at the next opportunity, but I had to say something.

"I'm not going to kill him."

Bella turned her head and looked over her shoulder. Alice's eyes narrowed, and for a while they just looked at each other. Bella's grip slowly loosened, and I felt her chest rise and fall with her slowed breaths. Eventually she looked down again, then over to me, then back to the floor.

"I think we need to talk, Edward," Alice said as she glared at me. She turned on her heel and went straight for my whiskey. At eight in the morning? After she had her glass, she pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit up.

"Balcony, please!" I reminded her.

"Fuck you."

Fine. It wasn't worth the argument.

I convinced Bella to let me up, and as I rubbed my bruised jaw, she ran to the freezer and collected a bag full of ice for me. She seemed to be prepared to hold it right there for me for the recommended fifteen-to-twenty minutes, but the look on Alice's face told me I wouldn't last that long if I let her. Instead, I took the ice from Bella and told her to hang out in her room for a while so I could talk to Alice. Once she was convinced Alice was not going to shoot me – at least, not yet – she went and left us alone.

"You better start talking right now, Cullen," Alice said. "I'll have you tossed off this building if you don't come up with a pretty damn good story."

I did have a good story, right?

Chapter End Notes:

Um...yeah...sure. She's bound to be on your side after you explain it.


CBWR? Chapter 17

A bit more of this warped little tale. RL is seriously interfering with my writing time this week...

I honestly thought conniptions were just kind of a saying before that moment.

Chapter 17

After an extremely brief conversation with Alice, I dumped the phone on the coffee table and went back to bed. Bella was curled up on her side, mumbling something into the mattress. When I crawled back into the bed, it was obvious she was having another nightmare. I put one arm around her waist, trying to forget that she was only wearing those little blue panties, and shook her gently.

Her eyes opened, but they were unfocused when they met mine. She blinked a few times, and then her eyes closed again as her head rested against my shoulder. I pulled her a little closer to me and wrapped one arm around her head. With my cheek pressed into her hair, I dropped off to sleep, but it wasn't restful at all. I woke several times, finally giving up only a couple of hours later. Instead of sleeping myself, I watched Bella sleep. If she started to stir, I held her closer and she seemed to doze back off again.

As the sun came up and light flooded the room, Bella's eyes opened slowly. Again, I saw her confusion at first, then the realization of where she was and – ultimately – what she was and who she now belonged to. She looked up to my face, her expression somewhat shy.

"Good morning," I said.

"Good morning, Master," she replied. "Would you like me to suck your cock?"

Despite realizing how badly I had fucked up this whole situation, hearing those words still went straight to my dick. No Go passing. No money collected.

"Shit…Bella." I took a deep breath and tried to gain a little composure. "You don't…I mean…fuck, you don't have to just ask that all the time, okay?"

"I'm sorry, Master," she whispered as she ducked her head.

I couldn't see her face very well at that point, but she almost seemed distressed that I wasn't telling her to just go to town on me. Not that I didn't have morning wood the likes of which even God has never seen, because I did, but I was also pretty damn sure she didn't really want to do that.

"Do you want to fuck me now?"

Yeah, my cock heard that one, too.

"Yes," I heard my mouth utter. Shit! "I mean – no! I do, but…shit! Bella, please – don't say anything like that, okay?"

She was quiet for a moment, her head still tucked down.

"You don't want me?" she asked quietly.

Shit. Did she really think I was rejecting her? This was so fucked up, I couldn't even see straight.

"Fuck yes, I want you. But not now, all right? We're going to have a visitor soon, anyway."

That seemed to get her attention.

"A visitor, Master?"

"Yeah, a friend of mine. She should be here in about an hour."

"What should I do?" Bella was actually sounding just a little bit panicked. I reached up and ran my hand over her cheek.

"Get dressed in those clothes we bought yesterday," I told her. "Then you could maybe find something for breakfast? I know there's some cereal and I think maybe some of that instant pancake stuff is in the pantry."

"Yes, Master." Bella leaned over me and placed a single kiss in the center of my chest before she rose from the bed and walked out of the bedroom.

The kiss sent what felt like a shock wave from the place where her lips touched my skin and outwards throughout my body. When I caught my breath again, I rolled myself out of bed, took a quick shower, jerked off – damnit – and went out to the kitchen to be assaulted by the glorious smells of another home cooked meal. Without a doubt, Bella knew her way around my kitchen better than I did.

"You are amazing," I said as I dug into another forkful of pancakes. I watched Bella take her bottom lip between her teeth, and her cheeks were tinged with pink. She was wearing one of the pairs of jeans I bought along with a sepia toned shirt with a bunch of artsy flower images all over it. I was about to go on about the food someone, when there was a knock at the door.

"Shit," I mumbled, "she's early."


"It's all right," I said. "Just…um…don't kneel or anything. And no Master, okay? Just…um…keep quiet for a little while until I can kind of explain some shit, okay?"

"Yes, Master."

I shook my head and tried to collect myself. A couple of deep breaths – check. Hands run through hair – check. Slave not looking too much like a slave – check. Okay – I was ready.

I opened the door and there stood Alice, clad in black from head to toe, including some pretty vicious looking boots with buckles all over them. Her shirt and jeans were so tight, I knew she didn't heave on a bra underneath, and I was pretty sure any panties she might be wearing had to be the kind with no back – only a little string up the crack. She tossed the black leather jacket that was over her arm towards my face, and then walked through the door, immediately snapping at me.

"I never did get back to sleep, you fucker."

"Good to see you again, too, Alice."

Alice was about five feet tall – a tiny little thing. Even with all the black and the attitude, no one would ever guess that under her wild-child black hair, was the best hired killer in the business. If you wanted someone dead, she was the girl to call. She never failed, and her price was about as astronomical as they get. Still, if you needed it quick and discreet or long, drawn out, and painful – she could cater to your needs.

Before I could throw her jacket over the back of a chair, she had stopped dead in her tracks. Bella was standing in the entryway to the great room with her head bowed, her hands clasped in front of her, and her lip caught between her teeth.

"Who's this?" Alice asked. She turned her head to look back at me with narrowed eyes.

"That's Bella," I said. "I sort of…um…bought her."

"You what?" Her voice had gone all soft. I had never heard that tone out of her mouth before, and I was pretty sure I didn't like the sound of it.

"I bought her," I repeated, "from Aro."

I honestly thought conniptions were just kind of a saying before that moment. I didn't realize people could actually have one, but I swear Alice did right there in my foyer. The next couple of moments became kind of a blur. Her left fist knocked really hard into my jaw, catching me off guard enough that I ended up dropping down on the floor. As I rolled over to protest, I was looking straight into the barrel of a Beretta 92.

"What the fuck did you just say, Cullen?" Alice growled through her teeth. "Because if you are telling me what I think you are telling me, I'm going to fucking end you right now."

Um, she was still going to help me out, right?

Chapter End Notes:

Oh yeah, Doofusward - she's all about helping you right now.

No Scooby snack for you - one year!

Serious Geek Points for anyone who knows where the paraphrased "Not that I didn't have morning wood the likes of which even God has never seen" comes from. (The real quote isn't about penises - but that's your only hint.)

I'm going for the most OOC Alice ever. Did I win yet? :)

CBWR? Chapter 16

I just couldn't leave ya hanging for an entire day. :)

I really wanted to, but I didn't.

Chapter 16

Bella's eyes met mine, but she quickly dropped them down and tucked her head against my chest. I felt her take a deep breath.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yes, Master."

"You were…um…you looked like you were having a bad dream." She didn't respond, but I felt her go all still again. She had closed her eyes tightly, and her shoulders were curled up a bit, like she was trying to make herself smaller.

"Tell me what they did to you," I said.

"I can't," she whispered. "Please, Master – don't ask me to do that."

Seeing her like that was starting to really piss me off, and ideas about just what I might be able to do to make sure she knew for certain they would never touch her again started dancing around in my head. Aro's little "final rule" bullshit was nothing more than a way to keep her afraid of him when she was supposed to be completely mine now. I understood where he was coming from on the business side of things, but I still wanted to know how my property was treated when it was in his possession.

Yeah, it was a sick way to think, but it was what it was. I bought her. I couldn't change that, even though it was obvious to me at this point that I had made a really, really big mistake. It was also quite clear it wasn't one I could get out of easily. I couldn't send her back to Aro – no way. I might not know exactly what he had done to her, but there was no fucking way I would ever let him anywhere near her again. Even if I could have taken her back, I really didn't want to get rid of her.

I touched her cheek with the back of my knuckles.

"It all right," I told her. "You don't have to tell me."

Her shoulders slumped, and she nodded slowly. I tilted her head up, and her eyes focused on mine for a moment. Even in the darkness of the room, I could still see them clearly – shining out at me. My attention was drawn to her lips. They were full, and felt soft when I ran the pad of my thumb over them. I remembered how they tasted when I first kissed her in the car, and I wanted to taste them again. I really wanted to, but I didn't. Instead, I licked my lips and lay my head back on the pillow, bringing her down with me to rest her head against my shoulder.

"Go back to sleep, Bella," I said softly.

"Yes, Master."

About three things I was absolutely certain. One, I had totally fucked this up. Two, I was going to have to figure out a way to fix it – somehow – without fucking it up any more than it already was. And three, I wasn't going to be able to do this without some help. Specifically, a woman's help. Once Bella had settled back down in to sleep, I climbed back out of bed and went into the next room to make a call.

"What?" the sharp, harsh, yet still feminine voice snapped. "It's four-o-clock in the fucking morning here, asshole. This better be good."

"Yeah, I know – sorry." I ran my free hand through my hair. I ended up with a couple of stray pieces stuck between my fingers. This really was going to make me go bald. "I wouldn't have called, but I need your help, Alice."

She would be able to tell me what to do, right?

Chapter End Notes:'s your Scooby Snack! Good Doofus!

When the going gets tough, he calls a woman. No shit.

Next update tomorrow.

CBWR? Chapter 15

And now for something completely different - a feeling that comes from somewhere north of Flawedward's groin...

As advertised.

Chapter 15

When my eyes stopped rolling into the back of my head, I pulled her back up onto my chest and wrapped my arms around her back. My fingers touched her hair, and I ran my hand over it – slowly stroking from the top of her head nearly down to her waist, where her hair stopped. I took a bunch of deep breaths, which was a little difficult with her lying on top of me, but I didn't mind. After a few minutes, I felt Bella's body slack a little, and realized she had fallen asleep. I stopped stroking her hair and just looked down at her for a while, trying to figure out what the fuck was going on in my head.

This was not how I had envisioned any of this.

I wasn't sure if envisioned was really even the right word. Fantasized was probably more accurate as a description, since the only thing I had really thought about was how many pieces of furniture I might bend my slave over to fuck her from behind. There might have been a bit of a vision involved, but that was mostly the sight of a rounded ass in my mind, and I wasn't so sure that counted.

I felt sick to my stomach.

I bought a slave to suck my cock, and now that she had, I didn't feel sated or relaxed or whatever it was I thought I was going to feel. Instead, I felt like a total shit. This was not what I expected. The lines between fantasy and reality were not quite as blurred as I thought they would be. In my head, the faceless slave had been all into it – giving me exactly what I wanted because ultimately, she wanted it, too. I thought reality would fit my fantasy, but it just didn't. I couldn't pretend this was a willing participant in my game here, and if I thought too much about how she might have gone from whatever she was before, to willingly gagging herself in order to please her new master, I was going to go ballistic.

I obviously wasn't going to be able to sleep, so I wrapped my arms around Bella and rolled us both to our sides, disentangled her arms from my shoulders and lying her down on the mattress so I could go smoke a cigarette. I pulled my lounge pants back on and headed for the foyer. When I pulled my pack out of my jacket pocket, I found the sealed white envelope Aro had given me when I bought her. I took them both with me and went to sit on the balcony.

I lit up and then tore open the envelope. Inside was a single piece of paper with just the name Isabella typed neatly at the top, her birth date and some general height and weight information. Isabella. Bella. Huh. There was also some of the other information we had discussed – what to do if I decided I wasn't happy with my purchase, restocking fees equating to half of what I paid for her, and that she would essentially become "repossessed" if anything ever happened to me. There was also some reference to transfer of ownership documentation I'd have to send him if I sold her to someone else.

I wondered if there was an online website where I could fill out the warranty information in case there was a recall.

I definitely felt sick to my stomach.

Other than her first name and birthday, there wasn't any personal information about her at all. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised, especially since Aro had made it perfectly clear I wasn't to ask about her past at all, but I think I still expected a little more. Had she finished high school? Where was she from? Her accent was typical northern United States, but that could be almost anywhere from Washington to Pennsylvania. I stuck the paper back in the envelope and stubbed out my smoke, and then lit another one. I tried to clear my head as I polluted my lungs, striving to understand why those two acts went so well together. Once the second one burned to the filter, I tossed the butt into the ashtray, dropped my elbows to my knees and leaned over to place my forehead on my crossed arms.

She'd done it. She took my cock in her mouth and sucked me off. Swallowed every fucking drop.

As advertised.

The summer breeze felt good on my skin, but I was wondering if Bella was okay in my bed alone. I didn't want her waking up all disoriented or anything, did I? I stood up and went back inside. I hit the bathroom, crawled back into bed, and propped myself up on one elbow to watch Bella sleep.

She was truly beautiful. Maybe she was not stunning in some people's eyes, but she had more of what I guess would be called quiet beauty – subtle, and in my opinion, better. I pushed some hair off her forehead, and her eyes tightened up a bit before relaxing again. As the minutes went, by I continued to watch her breathe evenly. Sometime later, her eyes started to move in REM sleep, and a couple minutes after that she started to talk.

"Please…no…" Her voice was just barely a whisper – choked and hoarse sounding. "I'll be good…I promise…please…I won't cry…won't cry…"

If I hadn't felt sick before, I certainly did after that.

Her face scrunched up like she was in pain, and she kept repeating those same words over and over again until I couldn't stand it anymore. I reached over and wrapped my arms back around her, holding her against my body as her eyes tightened once again before opening wide and panicked.

She blinked a few times, and I could see relief wash over her face for a second, replaced quickly with shock and horror. Just as quickly, her eyes closed, and when they opened again, she had switched back to her complacent and docile norm. I didn't have to be a mind reader to understand what had just gone through her head.

Thank God, it was only a dream.

It wasn't a dream.

Back to slave mode.

Fuck this.

This is not what I wanted.

It's not too late to fix it, right?

Chapter End Notes:

I dunno, Doofusward. You're in pretty deep as it is. Do you think he may have *gasp* found a clue? Will he get a Scooby Snack?

Not sure if I'll update tomorrow or not - I need to work on UC and it will depend on how that goes. If not tomorrow, definitely Wednesday.

I won the bingo game! Go me!

CBWR? Chapter 14

And here we go again! And you people thought all I was doing tonight was tweeting and eating pizza!

Oh. That.

Chapter 14

After about three minutes, it was clear talking was getting me nowhere. I was a complete and total failure when it came to communication with women I had dated. I was not sure why it came as a surprise to me that talking to my slave wasn't a whole lot different than talking to any other woman.

I sucked at it.

She wouldn't answer me with any information I could actually use, I was getting upset, and she was starting to try to curl up in a ball and hide right in the middle of the bed. It was fucking frustrating, and I kept trying to guess at things she might like, and was about to go out and buy her a pony, because I was pretty sure someone told me once all girls wanted a pony at some time in their lives.

"Why don't you just tell me what you want?" I asked again. "Or what kinds of things you like?"

"Please, Master…I don't know what you want me to say!" She tucked her head tighter against my shoulder. She had done that a couple of times now, and I couldn't figure out why she was doing it. I liked it, though.

"Just tell me!" I said, exacerbated.

She took a deep breath – I could feel the rise and fall of her chest pressed against mine.

"I just want to make you happy, Master. Please…may I?"

"May you what?" I dropped my head back on the pillows and rubbed my eyes. She probably just wanted me to shut up so she could go to sleep at this point. That was all right, because I didn't think I would be able to take a lot more of this. Shit, I'd gotten more information out of women I had picked up in bars, fucked in my car, and then taken back to the dance floor ten minutes later than I could get out of Bella.

"Try again?"

"Try what?"

"Please, Master – let me try to suck your cock again."

Oh. That.

You would have thought I was too wound up to get it up, but the lower half of my body didn't really have any diplomatic consultations with the upper half. As soon as I figured out she was now offering exactly what I wanted again, all other coherent thoughts just jumped out of the bed and ran into the other room to watch some TV or something. With the actual thinking head totally out of the way, my cock started speaking out of my mouth, and then next thing I knew she had turned herself around and was going to continue where she left off. I was powerless to stop her.

All right, I wasn't going to stop her because I wanted this.

Fucking sue me.

Her eyes looked up and me as she took the base in her hand again, stroking me twice before speaking.

"It's really okay if I only go part way, Master?"

"Yeah, it's fine. Don't go so far down again, okay?"

"Yes, Master," she said quietly, and then her lips wrapped around the head of my cock. I watched her take it about half way down as her hand wrapped around the rest of it. Any remaining thoughts I had prior to that point decided to join the rest of my brains on the couch in front of Welcome Back Kotter reruns.

The rest of me gave over to sensation – her touch, the sounds in the room – most of which were coming out of my mouth – and the way she looked bent over me. Damn, she was beautiful – especially like that. I don't know if it was my sheer level of frustration already, watching her walk around mostly naked for a good portion of the day, or just the talent of her mouth and tongue, but it wasn't all that long before I was trying hard to hold back and not come.

Then I wondered why I was holding back.

"Bella…fuck…Bella, I'm going to come soon."

Her eyes opened and she looked right at me, but she didn't stop. Not at all. In fact, she looked rather determined.

"You don't have to…have to…oh fuck!" I groaned and reached my hand down to touch the top of her head. "You don't have to keep going…not with me in your mouth. Oh…fuck…you can…stop…oh fuck…"

She didn't stop. If anything, she increased the suction. I gave up and let myself go until I could feel the tightening in my legs and abs as she started moving faster over me. I might have actually screamed out her name as the sensations rippled through my skin, down my cock and past her lips. She just kept me in her mouth and kept sucking on me until I was completely done. The fact was – it just felt so fucking good – warm and soft and wet and everything I loved about having my cock in a woman's mouth. If she wanted me to come in her mouth, then I wasn't about to refuse her the opportunity.

This was way too good to ever refuse, right?

Chapter End Notes:

Yeah. He did.

Now what's he gonna do next?

There should be one more update yet tonight. I actually had it about done before I wrote this chapter, and I didn't want to leave ya hanging (so to speak) after this one.

At the moment, I have a child who has been patiently waiting for me to play bingo, so first things first. If that drags out too long...well, first things first. Probably just means I'll be up late for the fifth night in a row. Damn, I really do need some sleep...