Showing posts with label fanfiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fanfiction. Show all posts

March 22, 2012

Recommendation: Pretty in Pink by @Fr333Bird

Ever wanted to see Riley hook up with Emmett? Yeah, I didn't see it either, but it's like a cupcake you didn't realize you wanted til you see the pretty pink frosting on the chocolate mound. You have to have it.


I fell in love with these boys from the first paragraph. Riley is such a fun character and the way he tortures Emmett is just divine. It's light and quick and a very fun read. I highly encourage the slash girls to get with Pretty in Pink. Even if you aren't a hardcore slashy, you'll love this story. It's just adroable and sweet and delicious! Tell Fr333Bird that I sent you!
<3, Rain

February 5, 2012

Holding Sam by MeraNaamJoker @in_purdah


When HoochieMomma_ told me to read a Bella/Sam fic I scoffed. Bella and Sam? Well that doesn't work now does it? Bella and Edward, of course. Bella and Edward and Jasper, absolutely. Bella and Alice, please, yes. Man, Bella gets around! But those were all pairings that I loved to read. I've even read a Bella/Carlisle once, but when she realized she slept with Carlisle and his son, Edward, I was out.
I figured Sam with Bella would probably squick me out too since, well, Sam is Sam... he's like the Carlisle of the wolves, right?
Wrong.
This is a canon take at what would happen to Bella if Edward left her behind like in New Moon, but didn't come back. What if it had taken Sam a while to find Bella, and Bella and Sam were int he woods just a little while longer after having been attacked by Victoria? Just a few slight changes in the first part of New Moon and you have a totally different story. And the best part? It makes COMPLETE sense.
Sam is wounded by his transition. Although he is the key to the wolfpack, he's the leader or alpha... he's alone. Through a chain of events with just a different perspective, we find that Bella and Sam are very much in need of each other. 
The healing that begins within the confines of kindness and friendship is astounding and my heart was very much bleeding by the end of the fifth chapter. It was so beautiful though. 
And Sam is a true-to-the-book Sam. He's just a 19-year-old kid thrust into a massively abnormal world and struggling to keep himself, his tribe, and all of his responsibilities in check, and this now includes the hunted, wounded, terror-seeking Bella.
This story is fraught with emotional turmoil, but it is also filled to the brim with hope and humanity. When you are so completely broken, your heart and soul shredded in front of you, it might not be right to be put back together by the one who broke you... 

Sometimes having someone else with bloody, jagged edges find the right pieces to hold you together. Maybe another like yourself is all you need to become whole.
I would recommend this story for anyone who is in need of a good emotional, angst-fest with some amazing prose, fantastic canon characters, and a beautifully real story within SMeyer's fantasy world of vampires and wolves.

Go take a look and tell @in_purdah I sent you :D - Rain

December 16, 2011

Buon Anno, a story for @TwisteIn_

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A/N: So once again TwistedIn_ gave me a challenge. She was looking for something cute and fluffy with boy kisses.
I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. I just have a muse who helps me play with these fun characters.





"We're going to play spin the bottle!"

"No, we're not." I glare at my prancing sister.

"Oh, yes. You said you'd let me have a New Year's party and pretend to enjoy yourself. Pretend better, Jasper." She pouts. I hate when she pouts.

"Alice... the reason I said I wouldn't rat you out on this party was because I'm the best brother on the planet. I did not rat you out so that you could hornball around and try to make out with everyone at the party."

"Not everyone..."

"Alice?"

She huffs. "Okay, so I would like to try a few things, don't judge me."

"Why don't you just ask them to kiss you? You're a cute girl, I'm sure most of them would."

"Because I'm not a slut."

"Yes, you are." She is. She'll make out with anything with a tongue. She's like my polar opposite, straight down to being born with black hair instead of blonde like mine. The only way you know we're related is the green color of our eyes we share. Other than that, we don't have much in common, but I love my crazy little sister very much.

"You're just jealous because you're a nun." She tries to level me with her angry look, but her little button nose removes any fear I could muster.

"A monk. Girls are nuns."

"Like I said, you're a nun." We have talked several times about why I don't make out with every girl who throws themselves at me. My sister accepts me for who I am, opposite and all. She knows who I like and why I've not done anything about it, and yet, she still likes to jerk my chain.

"Don't make me throttle you?"

"I'm so scared." She waves her hands dismissively. "I bet I can still out run you."

"Seriously, Ali... spin the bottle? How are you going to convince everyone else to go along with you?"

"Jasper, we're teenagers. Believe me; I won't have a very hard time convincing anyone." She winks and spins away.

Swaggering her way out to the living room, she raises her arm with the bottle tequila above her head.

"Who wants a shot?" I hear her yell out as the kitchen door swings behind her.

"Apparently, we'll be having shots," I say to myself.

I grab another beer and then walk into the living room. It smells like dying pine and spilled beer. There are dozens of people milling around and I know there are more out on the deck. How my sister knows this many people, I have no idea. She's never met a stranger so I guess it makes sense.

"Come on, Jasper."

There sits my devil of a sister, surrounded by several of her girlfriends and half-a-dozen guys.

How did I get myself in this situation? I don't want to kiss anyone. No, that's not true. I don't want to kiss any of the girls sitting in that circle eyeing me like dinner after a fast.

I settle myself down beside Alice knowing that I will have a hell of a psychologist bill someday. I'm playing spin the bottle with my little sister, a bunch of girls I'm not attracted to, some guys from my soccer team, and him.

Edward Cullen.

I've wanted him since the day he wandered into the lunchroom on his first day this year. I wanted to immediately swoop in and show him around, be that guy. I barely managed a smile when he grinned at me after I picked up the pencil he dropped during biology. Trying repeatedly to muster up the courage to talk to him I failed every time. He was beautiful and smart and straight.

And I was just the pathetically-in-the-closet boy who lusted after him.




"Edward?"

I look over in time to see Chelsea lean forward in her very low cut top.

"Could you scoot over?"

"Sure, sorry." Shifting down puts me right in front of Alice, the hostess for the evening. She's prattling on to Emmett about the rules of Spin the Bottle. I thought the rule was to spin the bottle, apparently I was wrong. She keeps saying "You kiss whomever the bottle points to, no matter what."

He laughs and says, "If the bottle points me to sausage, I'm tappin' out."

"I'll kiss your boys, then," she says with a smirk.

"Who won't you kiss, Alice?" Emmett's girlfriend, Rosalie, says from beside Emmett.

"My brother," she says matter-of-factly as she points to Jasper.

Fucking hell, he looks good.

He's wearing jeans and a button down. His hair is its usual curly mess. My fingers twitch just looking at him. What I wouldn't give to touch him.

Since I met him in biology, I've wanted to talk to him. But he's so shy. So quiet. Anytime I tried to get his attention, dropping my pencil by his desk, bumping into him in the hall, no matter what I tried, he'd duck his head and disappear as fast as he could behind a book or into the crowd. Eventually, I just gave up. He obviously wasn't interested. Maybe someday I would find a boy who was as interested in me as I was in them. Only five more months until graduation then I'll be off to university and out of the closet.

I watch as Alice spins the bottle with gusto. She squeals when it lands on Bella, the Italian exchange student.
Alice settles herself on all fours and licks her lips.

"La bacio?" Bella asks.

"Si. Kiss Alice." Kate, the girl she's staying with, replies. Kate spent a year with Bella's family in Italy, and now Bella's staying here with her. I think Kate got the better end of the deal. Bella shyly smiles and leans forward into the circle as little Alice practically pounces. When they kiss, I hear several groans. I'm not sure what the big deal is, but as soon as their lips meet, you would think it was a solar eclipse.
Alice gets a little carried away and I see her brother turn neon red. He's cute when he blushes. Rose finally yanks Alice away and chides her for being a kissing whore.
Bella laughs sweetly and whispers to Kate, "E'stato così buono." Remembering my Italian from last year's class, she seems to have liked the kiss, too.

Alice smiles at Bella with reddened cheeks similar to her brother's. Maybe I'm not the only gay kid in the room after all. It looks like Alice very much enjoyed herself.
Kate explains to Bella that it's her turn to spin, so she does with a big grin, all the while smiling at Alice. The bottle lands on me and I inwardly curse centrifugal force.
Bella's disappointment is brief as a catcall sounds from Emmett and I lean forward as quickly as humanly possible to kiss her. She tastes like cherry coke.

"Your turn, Eddie." I want to junk-punch Emmett. He chucks the half empty bottle of tequila at me and then does another shot. I look across the circle trying not to look like I'm gawking at Edward. I notice Alice is reapplying her cherry chapstick and eyeing Peter. Sweet lord, that girl has never met a stranger.

Looking around the circle I swallow hard. Jessica, Lauren, Chelsea, and Irina are all making eyes at me. If I didn't know any better, I'd think they were trying to get me to point the bottle at them on purpose.

Fuck that.

I pour myself a preemptive shot. Please don't land on a girl, I chant over and over to myself.

Spinning with as much oomph as I can, I am kind of hoping it will land on me so I can do another shot and get the hell out of here. I promised Alice I'd stay until midnight and it's nearly that.
Time stops as I see the tip of the bottle rotate around the circle repeatedly. The din of the party slowly fades into the distance as I watch the bottle settle. Following the bottle, I raise my eyes. They lead me to criss-crossed blue jean clad legs and a blue cotton button down with the sleeves rolled up on toned arms. My eyes glance along the blonde hair sprinkled along the forearms that lead up to muscled arms and broad shoulders. Finally, my eyes land on a beautiful face with full, pouting lips, a stubbled jaw, and shocked, bright blue eyes.
I watch as his Adam's apple bobs with a deep swallow. He looks nervous, but a hint of a smile plays at his lips. Maybe he thinks I'll chicken out or he's praying I won't make Alice kiss him.
Emmett's making a joke about chapstick and I swear I hear a feminine voice curse. I know I should back down, I know I should do the shot and run, but this is my one chance.
I've wanted to kiss this guy since the moment I saw him and here I sit with a bottle of tequila pointing at him, giving me permission to take what I want.
Then I realize he's sitting up on his knees. He's coming to me.

I shift onto my knees and put my hands on either side of the bottle to push myself up. We both shuffle together on our knees until the bottle is between my knees and he's kneeling in front of me.

Nothing else matters as I watch him lick his lips, his eyes trained on mine. Putting my hand on his neck, curling my fingers, I lean forward to take my chance. He leans in toward me and closes his eyes. When my lips touch his, my eyes drift closed and I take a deep inhale through my nose. His scent is faintly sweet with a little salty nip. His full bottom lip is between mine and I open my mouth, my tongue lightly peeking out to taste him.

I hear him groan and his hand reaches out, finding my hand and hooking his fingers into mine. My hands lock into his hair, gripping him tightly and I breathe deeply, struggling to keep my wits as the world swirls around me. It's too much-his smell, his taste, his touch-yet, it's not enough. I feel my heart pounding hard against my ribs and a wash of dizziness. I have to pull away to catch my breath, but I don't want to let go.

He doesn't pull back right away when I do and I can see his mouth slightly parted, his body leaning toward mine. Half a second later, his eyes pop open and he registers what has happened. Glancing down, I can see a bulge in his pants that matches my own and I quirk an eyebrow at him. His cheeks are already flushed but his lips curl into a slow grin.

"That... was fucking hot." My reverie is broken by Rosalie's voice.

"Holy shit." Emmett and Rosalie were made for each other. "Where did that come from?"

"Now I know why people watch porn," I hear Kate say in a mock whisper to Alice who is beaming like a proud retriever.

"Stupefacente," Bella murmurs. Amazing, indeed.

Sitting back with a laugh, I shift to try to cover my erection. It's a lesson in futility. My eyes roam the circle trying not to land on Jasper, but I can't help but look to see if he's freaking out. The bottle sits in the middle of the circle still pointing at him.

"I need a drink," he says and scrambles away from the circle.

"It's your turn!" Alice calls after him, but he just yells for her to take it. She smiles happily and spins again laughing when it lands on Emmett, who rubs his hands together like he's just been told he gets a second ice cream cone.

When everyone's laughing at Emmett's show of putting on Alice's chapstick, I sneak away to the kitchen.




He kissed me. Edward kissed me. And I don't think he hated it.

I know I didn't hate it.

Shifting myself in my jeans, I try to will my cock to behave. Shit, that was hot.

I grab another beer out of the fridge.

"You okay?" His voice is honey drifting on the air.

"Sure." I pop up with my beer and offer him one. What does he want me to say?

"Thanks." He takes the beer, pulling the top off and slugging down several long pulls. Standing dumbfounded, I was the muscles in his neck as he swallows.

"So, that was not something I've done before." I am so stupid.

"Really?" He looks genuinely shocked. "You're good at it."

I don't respond. My brain can't seem to catch up to the situation.

"Are you sure you're okay, Jasper?"

I nod stupidly.

He takes another slow sip and then takes a step toward me.

His fingers wrap around my wrist. In the background I can hear the crowd in the living room counting down. "Jasper?"

"Yeah?" Is my witty reply. He's moving closer and I can't say I'm unhappy about it. The people in the living room begin to holler and cheer, yelling "Happy New Year!"

"May I?" He asks as he dips his head slightly.

Whatever he wants, I'll give.

"Please?" I beg as his lips softly touch mine.

Our lips meet and his body presses against mine. He feels strong and lithe, his hands weaving themselves into my hair. He tugs slightly and I open up to him allowing his tongue into my mouth. Tasting him now is even better than I had imagined and my arms wrap around his neck to pull him into me more. I don't want to let go. Ever.

We stay locked in our kiss until we're jerked apart by a crash from the living room and I hear Alice telling Tyler he's paying for our mother's lamp.

Groaning, I pull away with regret, but smile when he grins down at me.

"Happy New Year, Jasper."

As Auld Lang Syne plays from the living room, I raise myself up on my toes and whisper "Buon Anno" before I capture his lips with mine

Deepening the kiss and tucking my hands into his hair I think, It will be now.




E/N: I hope you enjoyed this little goodie. Let me know what you think!
And I hope all of you have wonderful holiday kisses!

December 15, 2011

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A/N: TwistedInMasen sent out a challenge to write a story to this picture:

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I took her up on the challenge. Let me know what you think and who you think is talking!


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We will be late to dinner with my parents. Again.

Edward said three hours ago he was taking Peter to play in the garden while he turned the soil before it rained, yet again. I knew I shouldn't have believed him when he said they wouldn't be gone long. He loves the garden as much as I do and we've been able to grow quite a lot over the last year and a half since we bought all this property.

And Peter loves to play in the soil and plants, just as much as his daddy. For someone so small, his ability to collect dirt astounds us. Knowing he's out there in the mud means that I need to bathe him quickly and get Edward into the shower. Like father like son.

We promised to be at my parents in two hours for a family dinner and it's a thirty-minute drive to their place.

I huff loudly as I make my way around the house heading toward the greenhouse and garden. As I look up, I can see the clouds forming quickly. It will be wet and cold tonight. It will be a good night for a fire though, I think as I walk across our yard.

The large double doors to the old barn we converted into a tool shed and garage are wide open and I can see someone moving around inside. As I make my way in the garden gate, I stop abruptly, warmed and heated through by the sight in front of me.

There stands my two-year-old son, hands caked in mud. He's staring adoringly at my husband with wide eyes and a big grin.

"I growed!" he excitedly yells as Edward takes a small squash from our boy's dirty little hands.

"Yes, you did grow. You're a farmer, Pete!"

Peter's resounding yelp and happy dance just kills me. I can't help the smile forming at my lips.

Edward leans down proffering his lips to our messy little boy and Peter leans up on his toes to give his daddy a loud, wet kiss.

"Mine?" Peter asks, reaching up for the squash he's grown in his little garden next to ours.

"You're gonna eat this all by yourself?" Edward smiles down at him and holds it above his head.

"Mine!" Peter squawks again as he tries to grab the squash from Edward, but it's just out of reach.

"Now, now. What kind of son did I raise?" he asks as he kneels down to be eye level with Peter.

"You aren't gonna share your squash with anyone else?" Edward looks so serious, speaking in a sad, soft tone.

Peter, looking quite shameful, turns his face up to Edward and states solemnly, "I share."

I can't keep myself away any longer and go in. Edward hands Peter the squash when he asks for it and then bounds over to show me his amazing new toy. Scoop him up into a big hug, mud and all, I admire his incredible farming feat.

"I grew!" He yells in my ear and I laugh, his happiness is infectious.

"Yes, you did, baby. I'm so proud of my little farmer." I look over my son's blonde curls and take in the sight of my stunning, shirtless husband who is now arguing with some of the weeding tools.

I take in his lean muscles, pulling taut as he shifts a large wheel barrel into its spot in the shed. He catches me looking at him and stands quickly.

"I know, I know... we're gonna be late. I'm sorry. On my way to the shower now, I promise!" His tone is rushed, like he knows I want to start in on him for his usual "just a few hours turned half the day" shenanigans.

"It's alright, Edward. It doesn't matter," I say softly as I squeeze Peter tighter to my chest, causing him to squeak and wiggle against me.

Edward's head pops up in confusion, so does Peter's. I look from my son's crystal blue eyes, to my husband's deep green ones then smile.

"I love you," Edward tells me with a smile as I make my way toward him, holding a now very squirmy Peter.

As I set our little boy onto the dirt floor, I lean forward and grip Edward's arms pulling him toward me so his chest is against mine. I smell fresh dirt and him. His scent still gets to me every time I come close.

Leaning my forehead against his, his grin softens and he looks into my eyes. I can't help but lick my lips feeling his body so close to mine.

"I'm gross," he laughs.

"I don't care." I shake my head then lean in to kiss him softly, "I love you."

"There's a toddler staring at us."

Smiling at the reminder, I look down at a shockingly quiet Peter looking between us. "Hey Pete! Wanna go sleep over at Gramma and Grampa's house tonight?"

Peter starts jumping up and down praising all things holy to a toddler. He knows he'll be spoiled rotten tonight. I'm sure he won't sleep and he will only eat junk and sweets, but right about now,

I am very, very okay with that.

Looking back at Edward, he's staring at me as though I were a piece of steak and he's been forced to go vegetarian. I guess he's not the only one looking forward to being spoiled tonight.

"Come on. Quicker you both get cleaned up, quicker we can drop Pete off and get back to what we were about to start."

I laugh as Edward grabs Peter, flipping him over his shoulder, and jogging out of the shed and back up the walk to our house.

Walking behind them I can't help laughing at Peter's shouts and giggles.

For the first time in nearly a year, I will be all alone with my husband tonight.

I shake my head then run after my beautiful husband and squealing son.

<3
Rain

To Honour and Obey another Twi Kink Fest Submission!

To Honour and Obey

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A/N: Thank you to Sunshinegal3, JadaPattinson, and my husband.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but a dirty mind. I solemnly swear I am up to no good.
Warnings: This has some light BDSM, nothing crazy, I promise. Rated M for mature spanking good times.

Prompt: Edward and Bella are in a consensual Domestic Discipline relationship, with Edward being the Head of Household. Bella's gotten herself into some trouble. That's all there is to it.
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"I'm sorry, sir."

"Sorry?" His eyes are wide, the green nearly gone, hidden by his pupils.

Nodding my head, I lower my eyes. "Yes, I was rude earlier. I yelled because I was angry at myself. I am sorry, sir." My gut told me I should've gone to the gym rather than coming straight home. I knew I would need to expel all the negativity from my staff meeting, but I didn't heed my own warning. I had yelled when he came in with mud on his shoes. I had a bad day, it rained all morning, I forgot my briefcase at the office, and then I had just mopped the floors after the dogs had tracked in mud when he walked in.

"You should be." I should be. I had no right to yell at him and I was ashamed of myself.

I lowered my eyes and bowed my head as he stroked my leg from knee cap to hip.

"You are so beautiful. Even when you are insubordinate, you are beautiful."

I don't nod, don't look up as I sit on the couch with him standing above me. I just wait.

Out of the corner of my eye, I feel him move beside me.

"Over."

I oblige and position myself over his thighs.

I feel his hand trace from the crown of my head, softly down my back and over the curve of my ass. 

Then it's gone.

SMACK!

"You were bad."

"Yes, sir."

SMACK!

"You yelled at me."

"Yes, sir."

SMACK!

"Do you yell at me?"

"No, sir." We have rules, and I broke them. My body responds to his hands, but my mind is still reeling from the shame of my behavior.

He drags his fingers down my back, causing a million little bumps to rise to the top of my chilled skin. My ass is burning from his palm, but I relish in the sting. I deserve it.

"Apologize."

I lean back, sitting on my heels beside him and unzip his pants, then with the hand that is not bracing my weight, I pull out his cock.

As I lick the tip, he brings his hand down again between my thighs, causing me to moan. He then runs his fingers over my clit, back and forth.

I suck him into my mouth, feeling him hit the back of my throat as he strikes me again with his palm.

He rotates between spanking me and rubbing my clit roughly, again and again as I suck and lick along his dick. His hips buck harder as he chases his release and I bring him deeply into my mouth nearly gagging.

When he cums he grips my hair, and I hope that he will give me the relief I want. I need.

He drags me by my hair across his knee again and immediately drop his hand to my ass, sliding his fingers along the raw skin and down to my pussy.

The pads of his fingers move in a circular motion along my lips, adding slightly more pressure every time he rotates until my lips are open and he is deftly shifting along my clit with every pass.

I can't help myself and begin to rock back into his hand seeking out more friction, but he stops and his other hand comes down against my ass, hard.

Yelping in surprise, I shift back to put my head on my hands, trying to relax my body like he wants. He spanks me again, only not as hard, and then continues his ministrations.

Over and over his fingers pass just a touch lighter than what I want. He has me mewling into my hands. My arms are shaking with the pressure of holding myself up and the agonizing, barely there pleasure. 

Once again he has me pushing back into his hand.

"Wanton little bitch."

Once again his hand stops its movement, and I curse myself. Feeling his arm reach around me, his forearm comes to rest under my throat, his hand grips my outer shoulder.

"There are rules in our home. You disobeyed me." He holds my shoulder tightly. "Do you want to be in charge?" I shake my head. "You think you will head this home better than me?" Again I shake my head. 

"Then you need to show me the respect I deserve. Will you be good?"

"Yes, sir." The sir cuts off when he pulls his forearm up into my throat causing me to arch my back, jutting my ass into the air. He begins again with the spankings with renewed fervor. I try to relax, but every third smack is directly between my legs, hitting just below my clit and causing me to tense everywhere.

I can feel the burn all along my ass cheeks and upper thighs where he strikes over and over. A lovely coil is wrapping tightly in my stomach as he punishes me for my rude, sullen behaviors.

I feel it tightening inside me, about to snap.

"You disappointed me." His voice is stern and soft, his mouth above my ear. Without warning, my body sinks into his hold and I weep. I sob into his arm, my tears dropping onto his skin. The release is perfect and I feel lighter as my cries wane. His strikes slow once again into drifting circles along my clit and backside.

Using my own wetness, he enters my ass slowly, his middle finger I suspect, long and slow. I can feel his thumb brushing my clit over and over with each entrance. He keeps a slow, rhythmic pace, never quite giving me his full pressure.

Within minutes, I am writhing again and trying to stay quiet, just small whimpers escape me as I bite down on my bottom lip. My tears are drying on my cheeks, my lashes still wet and turning cold as they touch the skin near my eyes.

"Give me what I want." His command pours over me like honey. He pushes harder into me, flicking the pad of his thumb across my clit with more pressure and the coil snaps. I cum hard against his hand, my entire body tensing and then releasing until I'm merely a puddle lying across his lap and arms.

"My beautiful girl. So responsive." A small slap on my ass reminds me of where I am. Straightening as best I can on loose, warm legs and arms, I settle myself on all fours, my shoulders back and head down.

He picks me up by wrapping his arms around my ass and chest and deposits me back on the couch, still on all fours.

"You paid your penance well, my love."

Hearing his praise lightens me. I keep my head down, but I cannot keep the smile from my face. He trails a finger from my shoulder down my spine, feather soft, down the complete length until he arrives at my ass. He then palms each cheek in his hands, squeezing the tender flesh with enough pressure to make me moan.

"What do you need, pet?" His lips are against my ear. I feel his hand pull my hair out of the way and he licks gently along my ribs, slowly making his way to my hip where he bites me hard. I yelp and he says softly, "If you tell me what you want, I might just give it to you."

"Fuck me... please," I whimper as he drags his tongue from one ass cheek to the other and bites my other hip. Realizing he's now kneeling behind me, I lean back on my heels to feel him. His thighs align with mine and he rubs his cock along my lips, up and down, slowly.

"Please. Please. Please," I mumble over and over, begging him to give me his cock. I feel his body against mine, but he does not enter me.

"Since you asked so nicely." With that he thrusts into me, jarring my body with a sharp surge of pain mixed with pleasure. I spread my knees as far as I can with my feet trapped between his knees. I push myself back into him as he pushes forward, so hard that I feel his sac smack against my clit.

Everything feels that much better as the sting of my ass presses into his warm hips. I know I'll be sore tomorrow, but I don't care in the least. I push back harder, feeling his dick hit deep inside me. I moan louder and he rewards me with a tight tug on my hair. "Tell me, baby."

"S-so good. More, please," I beg, lowering my head to my hands on the couch and raising my ass to allow him more access.

"My girl wants more." He leans forward to drag his tongue along my spine as far as he can reach. "She asks so nicely." His hand drifts along where his tongue was going.

He moves in the opposite direction landing on my puckered hole, pushing slightly as he rotates his finger. He drags his finger down further and I sigh at the loss. Collecting moisture where his dick is still slowly, deeply pushing into me, he brings his fingers back to my asshole and slowly pushes in again. It burns, but it doesn't hurt. Moaning louder, I push against his finger and cock, seeking out more, but he knows. He always knows better than me.

"Tsk. Impatient girl. If you don't behave, you won't get your reward."

I bite my lip and press my forehead into the couch to keep my begging to a minimum as I hear him sucking on his own fingers. Again he rubs along the sensitive skin between my pussy and asshole, dragging his wet fingers up and pressing slowly into me. Widening my legs, I try to encourage him. I want him deeper, I want him all over me, inside and out. I'm his and I want him to take me entirely.

Soon he's fucking me thoroughly with his dick and fingers and I'm a shaking mess. The edge is so close, I feel the tightening in my stomach; the low, frenzied feeling all along my nerves. He knows I'm close, but he's edging me along, slowing down as my body convulses and pulling me back from the ledge. It's near painful as he pushes me closer with his body then pulls me back from the precipice.

"My sweet, sweet girl," he murmurs into the air filled with our groans and sighs and the smell of sex and sweat. "Give it to me."

His body is pushing and pulling in a rhythmic torture, playing my body perfectly. Sliding the hand from my hip that had been holding me into place down to my clit, he begins sliding his fingertips over the swollen skin, pushing ever-so-slightly. Just a few passes of his fingers and I cum hard-harder than I have in a long time-giving me yet another release. White streaks blind me as I clench my eyes against the tight pleasure coursing through every nerve and muscle within me. I know I scream, but I don't know what I say.

Limply collapsing onto the couch, I feel my body molding into the leather.

He moves away, but I don't know where. I keep my head tucked into my arm, recovering my breath.
A warm, wet touch soothes my flesh along my backside. He is taking care of me. He always has and always will. Rubbing softly, he removes traces of our release and the heat uncurls the tight muscles in my legs.

"The bath is running, my love."

I lift my head with a shy smile and he leans down to kiss me.

"I love you."

"I love you, too," I respond. "And I'm sorry."

"Forgotten." His fingers drift from my cheek to my little white gold chain around my neck, fingering the little diamond heart at the hollow of my throat.

He helps me sit up slowly, then gets me to my feet to walk me into the bathroom.

"We have about an hour-and-a-half until our reservations at seven. My mom and dad messaged when I was on my way home saying they may be a few minutes late." I nod and smile as I sink into the warm tub filled with lilac and chamomile oils. "Your clothes are set out. I'm going to go shower. Be ready at six-thirty."

He kisses me again softly and I smile knowing I will always be taken care of.

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E/N: I hope you enjoyed! Let me know what you think. And Happy Christmas to my dirty girls!
And because I'm a dirty girl, here's some more spankawesomeness:



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