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LOVERS IN DISGUISE

Chapter 2

so more running it will have to be.

As I pad across the hallway and step up to the playroom door I try to come up with a plan. My gaze

falls on the scented candles that are stored in the closet next to the bedroom. Of course I can't use

them for a scene, but some extra light is always good, and the heady scent of vanilla and sandalwood

can create a good atmosphere. Bella is being forward, and I feel I need to reward her for being so

brave. Might as well make sure it's going to be a real night to remember for her, and not just because

she stepped up to confront one of her more irrational fears.

Picking up two of the huge cube candles with the many wicks I take them with me as I enter the

playroom. Bella hasn't moved, and while her head is still bent and her eyes cast down, I'm sure she's

following my every move with eagerness.

I place the candles left and right of her, outside of the square the other candles are set up in, and light

them, brightening the room. The mirrored walls only add to the effect, and I take a moment to drink in

her divine body.

Exercising regularly has done a lot to improve her slim but well proportioned build, as does the yoga

for her balance. Her thighs and belly are firm now, the muscles in her arms and legs slightly defined,

and she can hold position a lot longer now than when we started. Not that I ever minded a little

softness, on the contrary, but I know that she needs the strength and stamina for what we do. Also,

going for a run together has become one of my favorite things to do with Bella, including a nice, long

shower afterwards, and the occasional blowjob behind a convenient tree.

I'm tempted to fuss around with something just to annoy her a little, but I don't really feel like taking

my time. I'm just as eager as she must be, and I really want to get down to business. So I reach for the

soft, white silk ropes, the only other thing I will be needing tonight, and return to where Bella is

kneeling on the floor. Picking up the pillar candles I position them closer so that I can reach them

without getting up again before I kneel down behind her.

She doesn't move when I reach around her and run my hand over her thigh from her knee up, squeezing

gently. I kiss her shoulder, then suck hard on the soft spot at the side of her neck that I know drives her

crazy, and she only shivers a little. Good girl, knows it's not her place to react until I show her that I

want her to.

Sucking turns to licking, then I kiss her warm skin until I feel goose bumps marching down her leg.

She still hasn't moved, but I can tell that keeping still is killing her.

“Good evening, my little vixen. How thoughtful of you to wait like this for your Master,” I purr into

her ear, watching in the mirror as she catches her bottom lip between her teeth and bites down to

stifle a low moan. “Don't you want to wish me a good evening, too?” She raises her head and catches my gaze over the mirror, then turns her face to me so that our noses

nearly brush. Her eyes are wide and dark in the twilight of the room, lust and anticipation clouding

them.

“Good evening, Sir.”

Her luscious lips remain slightly parted when she falls silent, and I take the invitation, brushing mine

over them lightly before I grab her hair hard and pull her head back. She gasps, effectively opening

her mouth, and I kiss her more roughly, plunging my tongue inside, taking, exploring. Bella moans

again, this time loudly, making me grin as I pull back, my hand still grasping her soft locks.

“I really appreciate your openness,” I tell her, my eyes boring into hers intently. “But I'm not going to

fuck you tonight.” She remains impassive, already too used to the way I play my games.

Months ago a look of disappointment would have crossed her features, but now she just remains calm,

waiting. I smile, which is probably more a hungry leer, before I go on.

“Unless you're a good little slut and earn it.”

I know that she doesn't really get off on the name calling, but it's one of the few compromises we’ve

made. Bella knows that I don't exactly mean it in a degrading way, it's part of the game for me, and as

such she appreciates it.

I think it's one of the last vestiges of her moral high ground that I keep tearing down, her way of being

reluctant to fully succumb to me. I respect that, although I don't necessarily like her view. But we all

have something that simply rubs us the wrong way, and as long as we can make it work, I won't push

her. Too much. One of these days we will have to have another of those 'I don't really get why you're

holding on to your former self' talks, but as it is, I'm damn excited she's willing to push her physical

limits. And we have time, no need to jump the gun.

Bella's pant draws me back into the here and now, and I let go of her hair as I have made my point.

“You want that, though, don't you? You want to be fucked.”

“Yes, Sir.”

My cock twitches in my pants, and I quickly think of something unpleasant to dampen the effect her

whispered words have on me. Nothing gets me like her being in full on submissive mode. I nudge her

chin with my nose, signaling her to straighten up again and look forward instead of at me, and she

quickly complies, a smile playing across the corners of her mouth.

When she's still again, I put both my hands at her hips, then bring them up over her flat stomach to cup

her breasts. Her nipples are hard already from her being naked for so long, but also from excitement,

and I idly pluck on them before I grab her tits hard, squeezing. Her breath hitches for a moment, but

she doesn't tense up, instead relaxes further. I keep playing with her nipples, rolling them between my

fingers while I watch her in the mirror.