A Beautiful Disaster.pdf

A BEAUTIFUL DISASTER

BY DARIACHENOWITH

Rated: NC17

Summary:

Sequel to Heartbreak Remedy. As Bella & Edward continue to share

their lives, they explore their deepest fantasies & push their limits

together. BxE, AU/AH, very OOC. BDSM. NC17 rated for language &

situations.

LEMONS aplenty.

Chapter 1

I close my eyes as I sag against the wall of the elevator, the light ding

drowned out by my sigh of relief.

Finally home.

All I want to do now is kiss my beautiful girl, grab something to eat, and

take a long hot shower. Or maybe a bath, with Bella. Just snuggle together,

relax, let this fucking long day come to a slow, sweet end.

I only open my eyes after the elevator comes to a stop at the top floor,

where I shuffle over to the door on the right of the short hallway. I'm sure

that our nosy neighbor is watching me again, but what can I say, I really

don't care. The walls are sound proof, the windows mirrored, if that old hag

gets off on keeping track how often we come and go, I'll be the last one to

get in her face. After all, we're just a young couple, happily in love, and

have nothing to hide.

I laugh softly to myself as I get my keys out and let myself in.

If only she knew.

Still grinning I kick my shoes off, dump my messenger bag on the floor in

the entryway, and hang my jacket into the closet before I make a beeline

for the fridge. I'm starving, and I'm thirsty, and while I long to find out if

Bella is home already, I need to fulfill my primal needs first before we end

up in a tumble of sweaty limbs on the lime green flokati rug in front of the

fireplace. Although actually making sweet love to my girl on the rug sounds

like a really good idea. We can always take that bath another day.

Quickly making sure that Bella isn't anywhere in sight I take a deep draft

from the OJ, smirking at myself that she has already domesticated me to

the point where I feel bad about drinking straight from the carton. Not that

she doesn't do it herself when she thinks I'm not watching, mind you, but

for some weird reason we both fall into the habit of playing house when

we're in the kitchen. Behaving ourselves. Being all proper and nice.

I make a mental note that I dearly need to fuck my girl on the kitchen

counter before the weekend. Five weeks since we moved in, and still the

kitchen remains undefiled. Can't have that.

I'm lucky and find there's a microwave dish with some leftovers from

yesterday. Not bothering to heat the food, I wolf down half of the contents

of the container before I grab a can of Coke, relishing the prickling

sensation on my tongue as I take a sip.

I'm just about to close the fridge when I notice a folded sheet of paper

taped to the door. Continuing to ravage the food, I pick it up and open it on

the counter, idly chewing and swallowing as I stare at the brief note.

I'm waiting for you. Upstairs.

My appetite quickly recedes, or rather redirects itself. No longer hungry for

food I set the dish back in the fridge, and quickly gulp down my soda. Can't

make Bella wait, after all.

As I hurry up the stairs I wonder where she's waiting for me. Only two

choices really, the bedroom or the playroom. Right or left. As I round the

bend in the staircase I see the bedroom door wide open, and for a moment

I'm nearly disappointed. Not that I mind some nice 'nilla loving, but why

would she leave me a note for that?

As I'm just about to enter the bedroom I see light flicker over the white wall,

and as I turn slowly, I realize that the playroom door is open, just a sliver. A

smile spreads on my face as I peek inside, my cock already stirring.

And there she is, my beautiful Bella, kneeling on the pillow on the floor, her

back to me. She is completely naked, of course, her mahogany hair

cascading down over one shoulder as her head is bent. Around her are

four huge white pillar candles, casting the otherwise empty playroom into a

warm light.

My cock gets almost painfully hard, but I will my boner to subside. Not that

that helps much, seeing her like this, but I can't exactly follow my urges and

just take her right there and fuck her until she comes screaming on my

cock. As enticing as the view might be, I get the message she's left for me

with the setup.

For one, she wants to play, not just fuck. I'm also sure that she chose the

candles for a reason, or else she would just have put the lights on dim.

That, and we have been talking a lot about trying something new for her,

but I haven't gotten down to actually doing anything yet as our schedule

has been all screwed up this week. But now that we have the evening to

ourselves, Bella clearly has other plans than spend it snuggling in front of

the TV.

I slowly step away from the door, trying not to make any additional noise as

I go into the bathroom adjacent to our bedroom and quickly undress. She

must have heard me blundering around the condo, but I can at least try to

be stealthy now. For a moment I consider whacking off in the shower to

take care of my hardon, but the fact of the matter is that I am tired.

Ice cold shower it is then.

Five minutes later I'm feeling vaguely human again after a vigorous rub

down with the soft new towels. I even consider just going all naked, but I

know how much Bella loves the leather pants, and I'm doing this as much

for her as for myself. So I quickly put them on, having to jump up and down

a few times to make them sit well. The downside of being with a girl who

can cook amazingly well – either I run another ten miles a week, or I start

cutting back on the candy. Or fast food. Can't have that, 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,

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