Save a Horse. Ride a Cowboy! By: MissAnnBlack

Pen name: MissAnnBlack
Story Title: Save A Horse. Ride A Cowboy!
V-Rating: VVM18
Word Count: 4729
Pairing: Seth/Bella
First Lemon: No
Beta: RainDropSoup

Thanks to Rain for betaing and my pre-readers CareMarie and Val!!! Y'all are awesome! I love you all!

**THIS STORY IS NOT ELLIGIBLE FOR JUDGE'S CHOICE!!!**

 

She was so nervous. Bella couldn’t believe she was shaking as much as a new foal trying to stand for the first time. Every part of her body was quivering. This is so embarrassing. I hope no one notices.

As she stepped into the house, her eyes began searching. The lights were dimmed. Music could be heard pounding out of the speakers; not too loud, but not so soft you couldn’t hear it over the guests talking. And boy were there a lot of guests here tonight. It seemed like everyone in Forks had come out to help celebrate Seth’s birthday.

Seth. Her shaking got worse as his name crossed her mind. Seth Clearwater, the reason for her nervousness, had never looked twice at her. For years she had pined for him, but he’d never shown any interest in anything but his horses. If only she could get his attention and show him how much she wanted him, loved him, and had for years.

All of a sudden, he appeared from the direction of what she knew to be the kitchen. He looked like a god. Her eyes traveled his body, not for the first time. His brown cowboy hat had seen better days. She remembered when he first got it. It was five years before. Bella and Seth were fresh out of high school at the time.

“What do you think of my new hat?” Seth had asked her as he took it off to show her.

She could still remember reaching out with trembling fingers and running them along the hat. The fibers tickled her as she said, “It's great. Where did you get it?”

“From Andy's. Thought I deserved something for working so hard on those finals.”

Something hit her hard from behind, bringing her back to the here and now. She turned quickly, almost dropping the gift in her hands in the process. The door. She'd never even moved from the door. She moved a bit from the doorway and turned back around. Seth had seen the door literally hitting her in the ass. The blood rushed to the surface and colored her cheeks.

Why did he have to see that? Oh my God! What am I going to do? He's still staring at me! She watched as Seth started walking toward her, his huge smile never wavering.

As he walked, she let her eyes wander again. She watched as his baby blue button-down shirt opened and revealed the white tank top below. It was so thin, she could see his golden tan skin through it. A groan almost escaped her lips at the thought of running her hands along his sun-kissed skin. Would she ever be able to kiss it herself?

His jeans rode low on his hips and he finally stopped in front of her. “BB, it's about time you got here!” He gave her a strong hug.

She reveled in the feel of him in her arms, took in his scent. He always smelled like the outdoors. Hazard of owning a ranch, she guessed.

“I wasn't sure if I should come. You didn't exactly invite me, Seth.” She leaned back, looking at him with a crooked eyebrow.

“What are you talking about? Of course you're invited. We've been best friends all our lives. You're crazy if you think I wouldn't invite you, B!”

She lifted her gift to him, drawing his eyes to it and away from her face. She didn't want him to see the smile crossing her face. Maybe there is hope after all.

“What did you get me?”

“I guess you'll just have to open it and find out.”

He took the box from her. “I would open it now, but then Mom would kill me. So let's put this on the gift table and get you some food. I swear you get tinier every time I see you. What's wrong?”

She bit her lip. “Nothing. I'm just trying a new diet.”

He gave her an incredulous look. “Diet? Now I know there's something wrong. You're as skinny as an underfed mare. You don't need a damn diet, B. You look wonderful.”

Bella couldn't help the blush rising to her cheeks again any more than she could the happiness at the realization that he did notice her, and he thought she looked wonderful.

He took her hand and led her to the kitchen, dropping her gift off on the gift table as they went. As soon as they entered, the aromas hit her. Seth's mom was a wonderful cook. Bella loved sitting in the kitchen with Sue Clearwater as she cooked because it always smelled like Heaven. Unlike when her own mother cooked-when it smelled like burnt fish.

Sue looked up and saw her son and Bella. Why can't those two see how amazing they would be together? They've been in love for years. Why won't they just admit it to each other? Sue put her stirring spoon down and ran to Bella, engulfing her in a hug. “Where have you been? You haven't come by the house in weeks!” She lightly hit Bella on the shoulder.

“I'm sorry, Mrs. C. I haven't had time to even think lately. I've been trying to find a good job.”

“Child, you know better than to call me Mrs. C. I thought you learned a long time ago to call me Sue.” She wagged her finger in front of Bella's face. She loved this little, albeit skinny as hell, girl like she was her own, and she'd be damned if any child of hers was going to call her 'Mrs. C'.

“Sorry, Sue.” Rightfully so, Bella looked as if she were a child who'd been chastised.

“I'll forgive you once you come by the house.” Sue turned and went back to stirring what was in her pot.

Bella looked around the room and noticed how full it was. She grabbed a strand of her strawberry blond hair and began wrapping it around her finger.

Seth noticed Bella's actions and a confused look came over his face. He turned to his mom and raised an eyebrow at her. She shrugged her shoulders understanding him completely. He placed a hand on Bella's back and rubbed it trying to comfort whatever nerves were plaguing her.

“Hey, Mom. Bella needs some food. She's looking a bit skinny. Think she could get a plate?” He needed to take B's mind off what was bothering her. If this didn't work, he didn’t know what to do.

Bella took the full plate from Sue and started picking at the food. How am I going to get through tonight? She had gone away to attend college in an attempt to get over Seth. The problem was she had graduated, come back, and the feelings were still there. He was still there.

She felt his hand still drawing circles on her back. He had always been sweet, but she couldn't remember a time when he was so touchy-feely. He had never touched her as much as he had that night.

With half the food on her plate gone, she set it down on the counter. If she ate anymore, she feared everyone would see the food again. Her fingers went back to her hair and started playing with it again.

Bella turned her head toward Seth quickly. “Can I have a beer? I need a beer.”

He wasn't sure if it was a good idea. He knew from experience that drinking when you're upset always turns into getting drunk. But he'd never seen Bella drunk. “Are you sure, B? I mean, you seem like you could use a talk more than you could use a beer.”

She adamantly shook her head. “No. Talking is the last thing I want to do right now.” Having known Seth for as long as she had, she knew exactly what would get her what she wanted. She stuck out her bottom lip and made what he called her 'puppy dog' look. “Pwease?”

Five beers, two shots of tequila and an hour later, Bella was well on her way to being extremely drunk. She didn't care. At the moment, the way things were going, she didn't care if she woke up in the morning. What did it matter? Seth wasn't going to be there when she woke up. He still wouldn't know she even cared about him. Why? WHY? Because he didn't care. Because he didn't even care enough to open his eyes to see she was there, had always been there, would always be there.

The man in question had left her to drink her miseries away halfway through her second drink. He was currently searching for her. Feeling horrible for leaving her in the first place to help his mom with something, he walked into the living room. Apparently, it had been turned into a dance studio.

Seth stopped in his tracks just inside the doorway. Bella was standing on top of the coffee table dancing to Jason Aldean's “She's Country”. He loved this song. It always made him think of Bella. She was country. Maybe not from the south, maybe she didn't have a southern drawl. But she was country. She loved her family, and would do absolutely anything for them. She was fiercely loyal.

He had seen her break a horse with her own two hands. B knew how to party. She loved her Dodge Ram, and had told him many times since she got it at 16 that it was her baby; she couldn't understand how people could drive little cars. She knew how to throw a punch if she needed, and she had needed plenty while they were going through school.

Bella wouldn't be caught dead, she'd told him, in some of the clothes that 'city-folk' drive. Much more comfortable was she in a pair of jeans, button up shirt, and her boots. Even now, she was wearing her pink and purple button up shirt with short shorts and her boots. God, how he wished he could put his hands on that tight ass. There was one problem, though. She didn't think of him that way. To her, he was just a brother; he would never be anything else.

She knew he was watching; she could feel him when he walked in the room. As the next song came on, she recognized it as “Laughed Until We Cried”. A slow song. She wished Seth would dance with her. But as she looked at him, she knew that wasn't going to happen as she saw him, beer in hand, with pretty little Jessica Stanley. She was pressing up against him as they danced together.

She stared at Seth and Jessica. She couldn't believe he could do that to her. Tears crept into Bella's eyes as her hand joined with Paul's. Shock crossed his face for a split second before he started dancing with her. He was another dear friend of hers. They had hooked up back in high school, but they both knew they were better off as friends.

The tears wouldn't be held back and slowly made their way down her cheeks. She sniffled and took a drink as her hips swayed in rhythm with the music.

Paul leaned back and wiped the wetness from her cheeks. “Hey, what's wrong?”

Bella tipped her chin toward Seth. “I was going to tell him tonight how I felt. Thought it was about time. But apparently, yet again, he just doesn't care. He'd rather have that tramp. Why am I not good enough, Paul? What's wrong with me? Why am I always the one pining for someone I can't have?”

Paul took her face in his hands and looked straight into her eyes. “Hey, you are good enough. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you. Do you hear me? Don't you ever talk about yourself like that again. Seth is a fucking idiot if he doesn't see what's right in front of him.”

She sniffled again and nodded her head. “All right. I'm sorry. I just don't understand. I even tried to get away and go to fucking college to get past this. I guess I just can't get past him. So, I'll be 30 with no husband, living by myself, probably a house full of cats and shit.” Just the thought made the tears start rolling again. “I'm gonna go. I don't want to ruin Seth's party because of my stupid shit.”

Paul watched her walk out the door, wiping her eyes and looking at the floor. How stupid is Seth to pass her up? She's obviously in love with him. Why can't he see that? The fact that he's so blind has been hurting her for years. I'm sick of this shit. With that thought fueling his anger, he walked up to Seth and dragged him outside.

He turned around and his fist flew into Seth's face before Seth knew what was going on.

“What the fuck was that about?” Seth asked, wiping blood from his nose.

“How could you? Are you fucking stupid or that cold-hearted?”

“What are you talking about? How much have you had to drink, bro?”

The fact that Seth was still being stupid, especially to Paul, earned him another punch in the face.” You're pissing me off. Stop hitting me before I start hitting back. You know I can take your ass!”

“She loves you and you stand there feeling up that slut in front of her. Didn't you think she'd see? That it would hurt more than anything?”

“Who are you talking about? You know what? I don't care. I have a party to get back to.”

Paul grabbed Seth by the shirt collar and got up in his face. “Fine. Go back to your party, but you might find, if you care, that one person is missing.” Paul pushed him back and walked away. He wasn't going to stick around anymore and watch one of his best friends make a fool of himself.

Seth turned and walked back toward the house. What got into Paul? What was he talking about? Who loved him? Who would it hurt if he hooked up with Jessica for some birthday sex? He shrugged his shoulders, not knowing the answer to any of the questions plaguing him.

As he walked in the house, his eyes scanned. Paul had said something about someone missing. Who was missing? Everyone had come that he wanted to see. He mentally went through the guest list and there was one person missing. Bella. Where had B run off to?

He searched every room, even outside, but he couldn't find her. He ran out to check the barn, where she loved to hide out sometimes, but she wasn't there either. He stepped back in the kitchen through the back door. Walking up to his mom, he leaned down and kissed her cheek. “I gotta run for a few minutes. B's gone. I gotta find her.”

A smile crossed his mother's face. She was careful not to let him see it, but she knew, somehow she knew, this was it. Bella and her son were finally going to have a long needed talk.

It wasn't hard to find her. She had gone to her parent's house, where she was staying until she could get a place of her own. Her car was like a beacon to him in the driveway.

He found the house locked, which left one place for her to be - the barn. He walked around the house and the closer he got to her hiding place, the angrier he got.

Walking in, he saw her mucking out stalls to make the horses comfortable for the night. He leaned on the barn door and crossed his feet at the ankles. “It's rude to leave your best friend's birthday party without saying goodbye.”

She didn't jump, at least not that anyone could see. Her heart did, though. “It's also rude to leave your own birthday party. Why are you here, Seth? I have things to get done.”

“Why'd you leave?”

“Because I had to get this done. Satisfied? Now go back to your party.”

“No, I'm not, because I know you're lying to me. Why did you really leave, B?”

She threw the shovel in the wheelbarrow. “You know what? I don't care if you believe me or not. Lightening needed to have his stall cleaned. So, I had to come home and do it. If you have a problem with that, you can clean them if you want. I don't care. Now get the fuck out of my barn.”

He took a step toward her – toward the woman of his dreams - and then another. Bella was seeing red by the time he was standing right in front of her. “You missed the door. It's the other direction.” She pointed toward the exit that would take him far away from her.

“I wasn't aiming for the door. I want the truth, B, and I want it now. Why'd you leave? Last time I saw you, you were having a great time dancing on the coffee table.”

“I was, but then I wasn't. So I left. Now you can.” She turned around to pick up the shovel again to finish cleaning. The hand that took hold of her arm stopped her. She glared at it. Her eyes traveled up the arm and into the eyes of the man it belonged to. “You may want to remove that hand before I break it.”

“I'm not scared of you. You know I'm not. So why don’t you just come out with the truth, save us both some time.”

Her fist connected with his face before she even had the chance to think about what she was doing. “Because I love you, you ass. How do you think it felt for me to watch her all over you? Oh, and you were really pushing her away. Don't you think I dream about doing exactly that to you on a daily basis? You know what? You stay. I'll leave. I'm not doing this anymore.”

She headed out of the barn and toward the house. She had no clue why she just told him everything. How could she have been so stupid? Now he was just going to reject her. What else could he do? Their friendship was definitely over. She couldn’t exactly expect him to be able to even look at her after what she just told him.

It took him a moment to let what she'd said sink in, and as soon as it clicked, he was off the ground and running to catch up with her. She hadn't gotten far. He grabbed her arm and turned her around swiftly. “Are you serious? Did you mean what you said back there?”

“What do you care?”

“Just answer me, B.” He lightly shook her arm.

With a confused look on her face, she answered him truthfully. “Yes.”

That was all she was able to say before his lips crashed down on hers.

She couldn't believe what was happening. This had only ever happened in her dreams. That was it. She wasn't awake right now. She was living in a very vivid dream.

Thinking she was living in a dream world didn't stop her from responding to Seth's touch. Her hands went to fist in his sandy colored hair. Her lips moved over his as if they were made for his alone. She couldn't be held responsible for the moan that escaped her lips.

Bella had dreamed of being with Seth many times over the years, but this time seemed so much more real. Could it be that he really wanted her? That was impossible. She had just passed out while cleaning the stalls. Wouldn’t be the first time.

How could it be that one woman would make Seth feel so many things at once? He was upset that it had taken them this long to get to this point. He was happy they finally had gotten to this point. One more day having to keep his hands off her may very well have killed him. And he was having to hold himself back from taking her right there on the lawn.

Seth leaned back a fraction of an inch. “I love you, Bella. I've dreamed of having my hands on you since I figured out girls didn't have cooties.”

She enveloped his face in her hands. “Then don't keep them off me, cowboy.”

His hands were immediately on her hips lifting her up. “You'd better hold on tight. This is gonna be wilder than any eight second ride.”

Bella giggled and wrapped her legs around him as tight as she could. Her smile was wider than ever before as he walked them into the barn.

As Seth laid Bella down on the hay, he couldn't help thinking to himself. Damn, my dream's about to come true. His nervousness skyrocketed. Would she still like him after this? Would they both still be the same when the sun rose?

She could see the nerves plaguing him. “Hey, cowboy? You all right?”

He knelt down by her feet, not taking his eyes off her. “I'm great,” he whispered as he slowly took off her boots. He set them beside the hay she laid on. Next, her shorts were slowly taken off and thrown.

He ran his hands back up her legs, slowly. As he watched her, he moved a hand to her center and rubbed it.

Her eyes rolled back into her head and a guttural sound of sheer pleasure escaped her. Sensations flooded her body. The song “Good Vibrations” popped into her mind. She felt her panties being pushed to the side as he kissed and sucked on her inner thigh. Then, she could have sworn she could see fireworks behind her lids as she felt his fingers enter her body.

Her fingers grabbed at the hay as Seth found a rhythm with his fingers. His mouth sucked at the button of her center, quickly lapping up any honey that might find its way out of her.


She felt the orgasm rising inside of her. Riding it to the peak, Bella clenched her fists in Seth's hair and pulled. She screamed as her body shook with the climax.

Once her ecstasy was over, Seth sat back on his heels again and slowly took her panties from her body. Once he'd thrown them toward where he'd thrown her shorts, he started crawling up her body like a cougar stalking its prey.

She couldn't help but smile. Bella grabbed the front of his shirt and dragged him down to her. Their lips crashed together in the hottest kiss she had ever experienced. She started unbuttoning his shirt and tore it from his shoulders. Her fingers found their way between the heated bodies to his pants. Unfastening the button, she looked him in the eye. “I've waited too long. I need you inside me. Now!”

He pushed his pants off him just enough to be able to enter her, and when he did, it wasn't with the sweetness he had imagined or the care Bella deserved. He forced himself inside her with an urgency only she could bring out of him.

They both screamed out in pleasure. They had waited far too long to feel each other the way they were just then.

Seth took her breasts through her shirt into his hand, massaging them, pulling at the nipple, and sending her further toward ecstasy once again.

It didn't take long before they both were letting themselves go. Once they both finished with their release, he collapsed on top of her, completely spent. Breathing heavily, he leaned up on his elbows and looked into her eyes. “I love you so much, B. Sorry this wasn't how I planned it.”

She was confused for a second as something clicked in her mind. “This wasn't a dream then?”

He chuckled. “No, it wasn't a dream.”

She fell asleep thinking how wonderful it was for dreams to really come true.

Her eyes flickered open, feeling feather light touches all over her skin. She stretched her sore muscles feeling a lot like a cat who had lapped up too much warm milk the night before. Looking down, she saw Seth was leaving kisses all over her body.

He felt her shift under him and looked up at her. “Good morning, Beautiful!”

She groaned with a smile on her face. “What time is it?”

“Just shy of dawn. I wanted to show you something special. Get up. We need to go.” He pulled her up and bent down to help her up her panties back on.

She giggled when she realized what was going on. Why hadn't she told him long ago she loved him? All she had done was deprive herself and him of happiness.

When he was finished dressing her, they saddled a horse and were on their way, riding together on her favorite horse, Chavez.

It didn't take long for them to arrive at their destination. She looked around and saw they were in a very beautiful meadow. Purple, pink, blue, and yellow flowers surrounded the new lovers.

Bella turned in the saddle to look at Seth. “Where are we?” she whispered. A place like this seemed to require the quiet so as not to disturb the beauty.

“A place I love to sit and watch the sun rise. I've always wanted to bring you here to see it. I've always wanted to do something here. Will you let me?”

Once she had nodded her consent, he turned her so she was facing him and managed to get her pants and panties off her. Then, he managed the same for himself.

Her eyes went wide when she realized his intent. “You want to have sex on the horse?”

“Why not?”

She couldn't think of a single reason why they shouldn't. It just seemed so wrong.

He lifted her up and brought her so their chests were pressed together. Then, he lowered her slowly onto the head of his shaft.

Her arms flung around him as she groaned. “Oh my God! That's the spot, Baby!”

He bounced her up and down on him. How had he lived so long without her wrapped around him? He latched his mouth onto the sensitive spot of her neck and sucked as if his life depended on it.

She screamed his name as she ground her hips against his in a rhythm that matched his. “Oh my God. Oh my God! I love you, Seth.”

“I love you too, baby. You're perfect. Do you know that? Absolutely perfect!”

She felt as though she was going to break in half. The pressure of her impending orgasm was building inside her like an explosive volcano. She felt him hardening more inside her and knew he was as close to climax as she was.

“I'm gonna cum, baby. Are you ready? I want you to cum with me this time, darlin'!” he whispered in her ear.

“Yes! God, Yes!”

They jumped off the cliff together. She vowed then and there that was how it was going to be forever, if she had any say in matters. They would forever do everything together.

As they climbed back toward reality, she couldn't help the chuckle that rose in her throat.

He gave her a funny look. “Was it that bad?”

“Hell, no. I just had a funny thought pop in my head.” When she saw him tilt his head to the side in question, she told him, “I thought you were supposed to save the horse by riding the cowboy. Not ride the cowboy while sitting on the horse!”

He laughed deep and loud. This was why he loved her. This was why he would love her forever.

The Bite By: THEChickNorris

Pen Name: THEChickNorris
Story Title: The Bite
V Rating: VVM18
Word Count: 1027
Beta: GemmaLisax

Thank you to my fabulous pre-readers GemmaLisax, Jaspers Bella, and forthelongestday. You ladies are awesome.



I was no stranger to the pleasures of the flesh. My father had gifted me to one of the nobles, the pīpiltin, as a payment for a crime many years ago. My father, the warrior, the protector of his people, could not protect me from the life of a slave. My pīpiltin turned me over to the priest when he grew tired of me. Thankfully, Vladimir demanded that I be released from my hell as a tribute to him.

Vladimir became my protector, my savior, and my creator...

His cold fingers trailed along my hot skin, and I felt a familiar stirring deep within me and my heart began to pound, but this was different. Before, the stirrings were contained in my most intimate of spots, but this inferno was now threatening to consume my very soul. Just with his touch, this man, this Vladimir was able to make me burn.

His firm, cold lips grazed my nipple and I moaned softly as my body leaned into his touch begging for more. More of his touch, more of his lips, more of his body. His tongue happily acquiesced to my body’s desires and left a trail of fire in it’s wake as his mouth traveled across my collarbone and up my neck.

He paused, very briefly and sighed the sigh of a contented man as his nose brushed under my chin. The coolness of his breath rushing through his lips and across my skin caused me to shiver with pleasure. He brought up his hand to cup my face, tilting it to the side. His mouth continued making trails of white hot fire until his lips were at my ear. He traced its curve with his tongue.

“You are mine,” his voice caused the fire within me to blaze higher and my legs parted as he lay his cold hand on my bare thigh, his fingers lightly brushing the tender skin there.

“You feel it. The pull...the fire.” His fingers skimmed higher with each word. I was unable to think, unable to move, only capable of absorbing his words and his touch.

“I can smell your desire, it is as fierce as mine,” he breathed into my ear as first one, then another of his fingers entered me.

“So wet, so ready...for me,” he growled out lowly, sounding like The Great Mountain Cat.

Slowly he worked his fingers in and out of me. It was heaven; it was torture. His cold touch fanning the white hot flames of my desire as his thumb drew slow circles over my clit. When I thought that I could take his ministrations no more without surrendering to the white hot flames that threatened to consume me, his fingers moved inside me, curling and stroking the fire.

I trembled and burned. I screamed his name, and I moaned for more. Always for more. I did not think that would ever tire of his touch; of the yearning that his fingertips awoke in me.

As my trembling body began to still, I rose my head and looked into his jet black eyes. The eyes that mirrored my own growing desire. I reached for him, pulling his body to mine, unable to look away from his gaze. I wrapped my arms around him, unable to get close enough to him; his arms mimicked my own.

“Tonight you will surrender to me, your body and your soul,” he spoke to me, his voice soft and low, his eyes not leaving mine. “I will bring you the greatest pleasure you have ever felt; and I will cause you the greatest pain you will ever know.”

He drew my lips to his and attacked them greedily, painfully, his tongue dominating mine. His soft caresses becoming painful pleasure. I tasted the metallic, bitterness of blood and felt the bruises forming on my body. His touches fueled my desire and my pain. The taste and feel of my blood, coating my mouth. A small trickle making it’s way out of the corner and beginning its descent to my chin.

He pulled away from me, his black eyes once again holding my gaze. His lips were red with my blood and he looked beautiful. He brought his finger to my chin, wiping the drop of blood from me and raised the blood coated tip to his mouth. Slowly, so slowly his tongue flicked over his finger cleaning it, and the flames began to grow again. I pulled his face to mine and licked his lips clean, loving the way it tasted when our flavours mixed together.

“You will burn white hot tonight,” he groaned out as he slowly entered me. He kept his pace painfully slow as he withdrew nearly all the way and stilled. He reached his arms around me once more, lightly grasping my shoulders. His head bent towards mine and he pressed a gentle kiss on my still bleeding lips then turning to whisper very quietly in my ear.

“And then, you will sleep in the fires of Hell and when you awake, we will bathe in the blood of your father.” He softly kissed behind my ear, moving to fill me once more.

His voice, his breath, his movement, his taste, and the fire. The seductive white hot fire. I was paralyzed by all of the sensations bombarding me.

He tightened his grip on my shoulders and increased his pace. It was the greatest of tortures: the sensation of his hardened cock filling me over and over again; the taste of blood in my mouth; the small drop of my blood at the corner of his mouth. I wanted more.

I was overwhelmed by it all. I felt myself being consumed by the white hot flames. I began to thrust my hips into him erratically. My hands scratching and grabbing and pulling at his unyielding body. He grabbed my hair and roughly jerked my head back, once again running his nose up my neck and inhaling deeply. His tongue played over my neck before his lips lowered to meet my skin. A delectable suck and a light nip; a long tortuous suck, the feel of his teeth breaking through my skin, my walls clenching around him, and then...

The fires of Hell.

Deviant Surprises By rubicon_queen

Pen Name: rubicon_queen
Story Title: Deviant Surprises
Word Count: 7,210
Beta: RaindropSoup
Rating: R18+

Deviant Surprises

Sitting back on my knees, I tried to steady my breathing and calm my nerves. I felt like every nerve in my body was on fire. My naked flesh prickling from the cool air, the hard wood beneath my knees, the silence only broken by my own harsh breaths- all served to only fuel my anticipation.

A stray hair had fallen loose from the ponytail at the top of my head, tickling the side of my face, but I didn’t dare move to fix it. My mind began to wander as I lost track of time. It could have been minutes or hours, I had no way of knowing how long I had been waiting.

The waiting was not new to me. Hell, it was something he made me do often and well. He loved to
draw out the anticipation. It wasn’t all about the gratification, like it had been for some; it was about the mindset, the control, and really, my trust.

He had worked long and hard to gain my complete trust. I had naively trusted before and been burned, badly. But I knew what I craved, and after picking myself back up, I set out again to find someone worthy of me and my trust. I had been obsessive in the beginning, requiring background checks, drug tests, references, and a million pages of paperwork before I would even consider a test scene.

Then he walked through the door, and I was tempted to throw complete caution to the wind and lay before his feet, a sacrificed offering. Paul Miller was the epitome of my dream man. He towered over me by nearly a foot. With sun-kissed skin and short cropped black hair, he was ‘tall dark and handsome’. His blue-green eyes sparkled with mischief except when he was angered, but even then, the sharp glint of frustration was beautiful on him. He was perfect. He didn’t scoff or question my requirements before our first scene, like some of the others had done.

His patience was an interesting thing. He was unwavering in his understanding for my need to go slow and build up my trust in him, but he accepted no defiance. He was quick to reprimand me, never letting even the slightest misconduct slide. It was exactly what I needed.

Our time together built every month, from just a few hours once a week, to overnight activities, merging into entire weekends, and eventually we were together almost every day. Without even realizing it was happening, I had fallen in love with him.

That had not been part of our agreement. We had our “on” time, but he also insisted on “off” time where we could simply talk and spend time together. As much as I adored our playtime, it was during the down time that I had seen the man he truly was and fallen head over heels.

Once the realization had sunk in, I was suddenly thrust back into my awkward nervousness, scared of what would happen when he figured it out. I didn’t want our time together to end. I was so sure that if he knew, he would end things. I was sure he would be kind about it, too. And that almost made it worse.

As my Master in every way, Paul had sensed my nervousness immediately and called me out on it, but
I still couldn’t tell him what was bothering me. I was even willing to take the punishment for willing defiance, but he had taken me completely by surprise when he ended the scene and took off my collar, leading me downstairs to the kitchen. I was nearly in tears when he sat me at the table.

He himself had seemed stressed and nervous as he paced the floor in front of me. Eventually, he stopped and kneeled before me, causing me to gasp at his actions. The action was a symbol of submission that I never thought I would see from him.

“I guess you finally realized,” he said softly, not meeting my eyes.

I struggled for words, but nothing seemed to come out of my mouth.

“I’m sorry if this isn’t want you want. I didn’t set out thinking that this would happen, but it did. You have taken over my heart so completely, and I can’t change that.”

My mind was reeling at his words, trying to understand what he was talking about. His hands grasped my own and he gently stroked the backs of my fingers.

“I want a chance. Please. Could you find it in you to give me a chance to earn your love?” he asked, tilting my chin so that I looked him in the eyes.

“You… but I… how?” I stuttered out.

“I love you, Bella. I am so in love with you. And call me selfish, but I want you to love me in return,” he said.

Tears burst forth from my eyes and he automatically wrapped me up in his arms, holding me tightly. He ran his hands through my hair and over my shoulders, trying to soothe me.

When my hiccups finally subsided enough so that I could speak, I finally rasped out the words.

“I love you too, Paul! So much! That’s why I was so on edge. I thought you would figure it out and… and end things. You always seem to know what I’m thinking and I just started panicking,” I said, rambling.

“Oh, sweet girl,” he said with a sigh. “I should have told you a long time ago.”

Things were amazing after that. There was an added element in every scene; an underlying love was ever- present in everything we did. I had a fleeting concern that his love would make him more lenient with me, but he remained stoic in his demands. Our down time flourished and our lovemaking increased outside of the playroom, as well.

My trust in him was a nonissue. I had put my complete faith in him and he had never let me down.

Eventually we reworked out limits together and I found myself expanding my horizons once again, giving him free reign to work with. Outside of my absolute hard limits, he could do whatever he desired. He always kept me in the forefront of his thoughts, and I knew he would never push me too far.

The sound of muffled footsteps broke me out of my reverie and I found myself relaxing into my role. Just knowing he was near calmed me and centered me. The door clicked open and a small gust of air brushed past me. I could feel my posture was perfect and waited for him to come and circle me as he usually did for inspection. The seconds ticked by, but I refused to give in to the confusion that fluttered in my stomach. Finally, I heard the sound of footsteps moving across the floor, but they were not the footsteps I was waiting for. These were the steps of a woman. Her high heeled shoes clacked loudly on the floor, echoing in the quiet room.

I was itching to glance up and see who was in our room, but kept my head down. It wouldn’t be the first time he had invited someone to watch us. We had attended play parties in the past; he loved to show me off. I loved the excitement of the exhibitionism; feeling the burn of eyes on me as my body was worked over thrilled me.

I could vaguely see, out of my peripheral vision, that the woman was stepping out of her shoes and
dropping her dress to the floor. She must have been folding it up and setting it aside, and then she returned and dropped to her knees in a perfect position just a few feet away from me.

Questions buzzed around my head, but I pushed the thoughts away and waited for my Master. Another
set of footsteps echoed across the room, and even though these were masculine, they did not belong to my Master, either. The black Italian leather shoes stopped momentarily in front of me and a hand reached down to tuck the stray hair behind my ear.

“Perfect,” was whispered just softly enough for me to hear, before the shoes moved on to the woman
next to me. I was sorely tempted to look and see who they were, but remained where I was. Finally, the footsteps I knew so well entered the space and the door clicked close. Paul came to me immediately and rested his palm on the top of my head.

“Color?” he asked lowly, and I knew that my answer would determine his plans for the evening.

“Green, Master,” I answered without hesitation.

“Good girl,” he replied, before retreating to the wall directly in front of me.

He sat down on the long black leather couch, and the other man joined him. I kept my eyes averted as they spoke in hushed tones. Eventually he leaned forward to take off his boots, and our guest followed his lead. I vaguely heard the ruffling of clothing and then the softer steps of bare feet as I was circled once again.

“We’re going to be doing something different tonight, Pet,” my Master began. “I want you to address our guest as Sir. You will show him the same respect you show me. Any command he gives, you will consider as a command given by me.”

The gruff tenor of his words had me quivering with excitement. We had discussed the idea of playing with others before, but he had never acted on it. I was thrilled as much as I was nervous. He knew that I had never played with another woman, but it was something I wanted to try. Through my daily journaling, he also knew that I secretly wished for there to be two of him. To have two men taking me at the same time was one of my deeper fantasies. I was equal parts thrilled and nervous.

Two different hands stroked down my shoulders; one warm and calloused, one smooth and cooler. I
shivered involuntarily as two deep chuckles sounded.

“Eager, isn’t she?” the other man asked, and I suddenly recognized the voice.

A mental picture flashed through my mind and I recalled broad shoulders, thick dark hair, bright blue eyes and a mischievous smile. I suddenly realized who the woman was and pictured her long honey colored hair and hazel eyes, her abundant curves and big pouty lips. Carlisle Cullen and his submissive Heidi Williams were good friends of ours and another D/s couple; I was beyond delighted at the pair my Master had chosen to join us.

The tell-tale scent of sulfur hit me and I knew they were striking matches to light some of the candles in the room. A few moments later, my Master approached me again.

“On your hands and knees.” I dropped to my hands immediately. “Crawl to the cross.” I did as he
commanded and waited patiently for his next instructions.

I could hear him moving around and removing objects from the drawers of the cabinet in the corner. He took his time choosing his tools before joining me.

“Stand. Face the cross, arms up,” he commanded.

I fell into my role and nearly forgot that we were not alone until a second set of hands moved to lock my wrists into the cuffs. When they finished my knees were nudged apart by a thick leg between them. I was spread further than normal, but quickly found my balance. More shuffling sounded behind me before I felt the quick sting of a palm against my ass. A quick succession of spanks landed, warming my cheeks and prepped me for what I could only hope was coming.

I moaned out loud at the impact, nearly bucking my hips back, desperate for more. The slight pain
immediately turned into a throbbing pleasure; goose bumps broke out over my flesh, with arousal pooling between my thighs.

When my Master deemed me ready, I heard the distinct rustle of one of my favorite whips. The leather strands teased my shoulders and back as he dragged it across my skin. I was losing myself to the sensations when I felt someone position themselves underneath me, between my legs. Heavy moist breaths pulsed against my leg and soft dainty fingers grasped my thighs.

“Lick her pussy like the little slut that you are. If you stop before I tell you to, you won’t like the consequences. But I don’t think we need to worry about that, do you? You’ve been dying to taste her, haven’t you?” Carlisle’s voice was sharp but not unkind. His questions were rhetorical, so she did not answer her Master, but I could sense the increase in her breathing.

“You will not cum until I say so. Make all the noise you want, I want them to hear how much you are enjoying this,” my own Master instructed and suddenly a warm wet mouth latched onto my pussy.

I cried out at the sudden pleasure and screamed again as the whip cracked against my backside.

Her tongue was soft, so soft. It was very different from the mouth I was used to. Instead of the delectable scratch of a scruff-covered face, I was treated to silky smooth lips and a dainty tongue that knew exactly where to hit. The realization that another woman was tasting me nearly sent me into my orgasm, but I quickly fought it down, trying to focus on the stinging licks of the whip instead. The combination of pain and pleasure had me dripping wet.

As she tasted my arousal, I felt, more than heard, her groan of approval before she doubled her efforts and thrust her tongue deep inside me, trying to get every drop.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” I began chanting under my breath.

“God has no place in this room, my Pet,” my Master teased, moving the whip further down my thighs.

My legs began to shake as I drew closer to my peak. Her tongue and lips moving on to my clit where she alternated between swirling her tongue against it and sucking it into her mouth. Then her teeth came into play. Heidi nipped at my clit softly and wrapped her lips around me, humming, and the vibrations nearly did me in.

“Please,” I began begging. “Please let me come, Master. Please, so close.”

“Not yet,” he ordered.

Thankfully, his quick demand helped me push back against the sensations and I began reciting his
command in my head, trying to focus on anything but the pleasure I was receiving.

“Look at the juices dribbling down her chin,” I heard Carlisle say, and I was drawn back into the moment.

My mind immediately conjured up images of what she must look like underneath me, stroking and tasting my pussy.

“Give me a taste,” he commanded her.

Suddenly two dainty fingers were circling my lips before she thrust them inside. I clenched down
automatically, loving the feeling of something, anything, inside me. She pumped her fingers in and out a few times, and I whimpered at the loss when she pulled out.

I was unable to turn my head to look, but I could still hear the groan as he tasted her fingers, licking my essence from her digits. My Master had ceased his ministrations, and I was nearly vibrating with my arousal and had to keep myself from squirming and searching out any sort of friction. Suddenly, her lips were attached to my dripping folds once again.

“Oh, fuck. So good,” I mumbled.

Paul’s warm hand trailed down my spine and he began to tease me as well. He dipped a single finger
down to my wetness and gathered up the moisture he found. His finger moved to my ass where he pressed softly against the entrance. I groaned aloud as he slipped inside, pumping his finger in and out before adding another.

The tongue beneath me began to swirl a faster rhythm against my clit and I couldn’t keep my hips from bucking against her face.

“Please, Master,” I groaned, desperate at this point.

He must have sensed my urgency because he moved his lips to my ear.

“Come for me, Pet. Come all over her face. I want to see her face soaked from your orgasm. Cum now!” he ordered.

I fell apart at his words and rode out my orgasm, barely noticing when he withdrew his fingers and the woman moved from beneath me. I fell slack against the cross, hearing only my harsh breaths and the blood rushing through my veins.

I was released from the cuffs and barely managed to find my footing. I was led to the pillow near the bed and immediately dropped to my knees.

“Good girl. Rest for a moment while I get some things to clean you up,” he said softly.

He was back almost immediately, wiping me down with a cool rag and offering me sips of water. He
rubbed some lotion into my throbbing backside before checking out my wrists and asking if I was okay to continue.

“Green, Master,” I said with a smile.

His answering smirk had me ready for whatever he had planned next.

“Good. Crawl back to the center of the room. I want you right next to the other little slut,” he directed.

I moved immediately, dropping into position a few feet from the woman next to me. Two sets of feet
appeared in front of us. One set a warm suntanned bronze, and the other a paler white. I was momentarily surprised when the paler feet stopped in front of me, but a surge of excitement rushed through me, canceling out my initial shock.

“Suck my cock,” was his gruff command. I heard a similar command come from next to me.

I quickly moved to unclasp his belt and drew his pants down his legs. He was commando underneath. My breath hitched at my discovery. I salivated at the sight of his thick throbbing erection springing free in front of my face. I licked my lips and watched it pulse in return. I didn’t bother to use my hands; I simply sank my mouth down over his cock, reveling in the muttered curses that fell from his mouth.

His cock was different from Paul’s; not any less impressive, but different nonetheless. Where my Master was long and thick, Carlisle’s was slightly shorter, but held more girth. It stretched my lips and I had to work my tongue harder around it to tease the underside of the head. One of his hands wrapped around the hair from my ponytail while the other grasped the backside of my head. I quickly ceased my movements as he began to fuck my mouth. He pulled tightly on my hair, making my scalp tingle. I moaned at the sensation and opened my throat wider as he thrust his hips forward.

He settled into a furious pace, and all I could do was try to suck down on each withdrawal. He was
grunting and moaning as he pumped in and out, and I could feel him twitching as he drew close to his climax.

“Take it all,” he groaned out. “Swallow every drop.”

He suddenly froze, holding my face flush with his abdomen, his cock at the back of my throat. Hot spurts rained down my throat and I swallowed it down greedily. His flavor was different than my Master’s as well; not as sweet and a bit more salty than I was used to, but still delicious. His hands released my head and softly traced my cheeks as he pulled back slightly. I licked him clean before he pulled out with a pop.

“Jesus.” I heard him mutter under his breath as he staggered off toward the bathroom.

I immediately fell back into my waiting position, hearing the sounds of my Master still being sucked off. His quick order had me jumping to obey.

“Come join her, I want you both to finish me off.”

For the first time that evening, I was able to look her in the eyes, and I was grateful to see only arousal and happiness shining in them. A small doubt in the back of my mind had me worried at her reaction, but my fears were unfounded.

We each took a place on either side of his cock and went to work; our tongues snaking out to lick and taste him.

“God, that’s fucking gorgeous. Show her how I like it, Pet,” he said, panting.

I sank my mouth over his length, taking him all the way back in my throat.

His hand landed on top of my head, but it merely rested there, rather than trying to lead me. I brought one of my hands up to cup and tug at his balls and was rewarded with a rough groan. I pulled back and moved slightly to let her join me once again. I ducked my head to the underside of his cock and flicked my tongue out to tease him. I moved back up and began sucking on the tip. I was startled for a moment when a tongue reached my lips, but I quickly opened my mouth wider, taking in more of my Master’s erection as well as her tongue. I groaned at the feeling of her tongue inside my mouth at the same time as his cock. The sensations were amazing. I could still taste traces of my own arousal on her and sucked her tongue into my mouth.

Soon we were kissing. I wasn’t sure how it even happened, but I found myself furiously kissing her with my Master’s cock between our mouths. I was so turned on I thought I would explode. I heard grunting from the side and a quick dart of my eyes revealed Carlisle stroking himself as he sat on the couch watching us. I tried to imagine what we must look like. I moaned loudly at the image my mind conjured up and suddenly my Master shifted, bringing his entire cock into my mouth where he pumped quickly a few times before pulling back.

“Open your mouths,” he commanded quickly.

I settled my head next to hers and opened my mouth wide, watching my master pump his cock with his
fist. He groaned and suddenly thick white spurts of his cum shot out and splattered across our faces. I tried to catch as much as I could on my tongue. Some splashed across my cheek, a bit landing on my nose.

When he was done, he smiled broadly. “Go together and clean up in the bathroom. I want you both back out here in ten minutes.”

We jumped up to do as he said and nearly ran to the bathroom. The brighter lights had us both blinking quickly to adjust from the dim lighting of the playroom.

“Hi!” Heidi whispered quickly and happily.

“Hi!” I whispered back with a wide grin.

We both knew better than to stall with small talk and I think we were both eager to get back out there. We helped clean each other’s faces and I pulled out a bottle of water for each of us from the small fridge under the sink. We drank greedily before using the toilet. I fixed my ponytail and we left the bathroom together, quickly returning to out waiting spots in the middle of the room.

“Don’t get too comfortable there,” my Master said, approaching us.

“Move up to the bed, both of you. I want you to taste each other. That is something you both want, is it not?” Carlisle asked. “You may answer.”

“Yes, Master,” she answered.

“Yes, Sir.” I said, at the same time.

“Good, get on up there then.”

We scrambled at once, landing on the bed together and only taking a split second to decide how to
proceed. With one last glance at my Master, seeing the obvious lust in his gaze, I crouched over the woman before me, aligning my face with her bare pussy. I paused for a moment, waiting for the
command to continue before doing anything. I didn’t dare do something without permission; I had no
desire for punishment this evening.

“You may only come after you have made her come first, my Pet,” my Master said. “I hope you enjoy
this as much as I know I will.”

That was my cue. I began immediately, nudging my nose down the smooth skin of her navel to the apex of her legs. Her scent was musky, much like my own. My tongue darted out hesitantly, tasting, at first. I was right on my first thought- that she would taste similar to me. She was a little salty with a hint of sweetness. I quickly decided that her flavor was something I liked. I lavished my tongue over her clit, down to her center, dipping it inside and gathering more of her essence.

At the same time, Heidi’s tongue was once again teasing me. She hummed in approval when I pressed the tip of my tongue against her clit, working it quickly in a rhythm that I knew I enjoyed, and the vibrations against my own clit made egged me on. I used my teeth to nibble gently and she grunted against my mound.

I glanced up for a moment and found my Master and our friend watching us from the edge of the bed.
They stood together, seeming almost impassive, except for the way they palmed their cocks as they
watched.

The exhibitionist in me thrived on the attention, and I increased my efforts. I traced my tongue down over and around her pussy, hitting every spot that I knew felt amazing on me. I could feel my legs beginning to tremble as I held myself above her on my hands and knees, and I was thankful when her hands wrapped around my thighs, pulling me down harder onto her face. My body rested heavily on hers, but the weight didn’t seem to bother her.

Feeling a feminine body underneath my own was incredibly erotic. Her nipples pebbled and rubbed
against my abdomen and her soft, supple skin was a welcome contrast to the hard rough planes of my
Master’s body.

I tugged her thighs open further to give myself more access.

Each lick, swirl, and bite pushed me closer to the edge, and soon I was a panting mess all over again. I was literally dripping into her mouth as she fed. I groaned and hummed against her clit, hoping the vibrations would push her into her orgasm. When her legs shook and her muscles tightened, I knew I had succeeded. She came in a rush, locking her thighs against my head. I kept my tongue moving over her as she released a gush of fluid. I lapped it up as quickly as it came, savoring the sweeter flavor.

As soon as Heidi came down from her high, she redoubled her efforts on me, working her tongue into a frenzy against my clit, before biting down, hard. The stinging pain set me off at once, and I cried out as my muscles clenched.

My head was yanked up by my hair, and my Master pressed his lips to mine harshly, pressing his tongue into my mouth as he devoured me. I yielded to him completely, letting him dominate the kiss. When he pulled away, his eyes were dark and hooded.

“That was fucking beautiful,” he growled. Then with a nod to his left, he moved my body and centered me on the bed, leaving me on my knees.

“Arms out,” he commanded.

I obeyed immediately as both the men came at me with lengths of rope. My arms were quickly bound and then they wove the rope around shoulders and underneath my breasts before circling them. The rope dug into my skin slightly and the pinch of pain kept me focused. My adrenaline was pumping and I could feel my pussy throbbing for attention, still.

Soon, my arms and torso were bound in a complicated pattern of rope. They moved to my legs next,
pinching and caressing as they tied my ankles up to the backs of my thighs. They tested the tightness of the ropes and once they were satisfied, I was met with twin predatory smiles. A shiver ran through me and I did my best not to fidget as they stared me down.

Finally, they moved towards me. A darkly heated look crossed Paul’s face before he ducked to my breasts where he found my aching nipples and began to suck and tease them. Carlisle licked his lips and reached around to hold the back of my head as he captured my lips. His kiss was different than my Master’s; his lips slightly thinner and his face missing the scruff that I was so accustomed to. I melted into his kiss, enjoying the feeling of two sets of lips on my body at once.

I nearly jumped when another set of hands traced down my back. Soft, feminine fingers danced down my spine before palming my ass. Her hands spread my cheeks and then a lubed finger began to trace around my ass. I relaxed into Heidi’s touch as she pressed forward and her finger sank inside me. I groaned out loud, breaking the kiss, but he simply moved on to my neck, biting and licking as he trailed down the column of my throat. My Master continued to bite and tease my breasts, his mouth and hand working in tandem.

The sensations were nearly overwhelming. That many hands and mouths on me at once created a heady
cocktail of lust that doubled and redoubled with each touch.

A second and then a third finger began to pump in and out of me before she pulled out completely. Before I had a chance to complain, I felt the cool plastic of a plug being pressed into me. She worked the plug in and out of the tight hole, stretching me for what I could only hope would happen.

My hands itched to grab onto something, but bound as I was, I couldn’t move. A light sheen of sweat had broken out over my body, and I could feel the tightening of my muscles as I was lavished with their attention.

After a last few nips to my breasts, my Master sat up and pressed his lips to mine once before he rose to his feet and walked to the side of the room. He pressed a few buttons on the wall and the chains hung from the ceiling dropped down. He moved quickly, repositioning things how he wanted. Carlisle moved to help him and I was left with only Heidi, still teasing my ass. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the sensation, but I was too keyed up to relax.

“Color?” my Master barked out, his voice loud in the quiet room.

“Green, Master.”

“Good girl. In any other situation, I would not allow you to cum without permission, but I know this will be different. You will hold out as long as you can, and you will ask me to let you cum. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” I replied quickly.

The plug was pulled out and I felt Heidi climb off the bed. Paul and Carlisle moved together, hoisting me off the bed easily and setting me on the moveable ramp underneath the chains. A hand pushed me forward, so that my head bowed, while they attached the suspension system to the ropes coiled around me. The slack in the chains tightened slowly, lifting my body into the air as they rose.

Suddenly, I was weightless, hanging in the air, completely at their mercy; and I loved it.

The ramp was moved quickly, and my eyes automatically darted to the ground, needing to sense how high I hung. I was only a few feet off the ground, the perfect height for my Master to access any part of my body he wished. I could already feel the strain in my muscles from the suspension, but I relished in the feeling, my body aching for release once again.

Carlisle’s lithe body moved into view, but I kept my gaze at his feet.

“Do you want my cock, little girl?” he asked, and I knew that he did not mean it to be a rhetorical question.

“Yes, Sir,” I practically groaned.

“Good. Open that pretty little mouth,” he commanded.

I did as he asked, licking my lips in anticipation. His hand darted out, grasping my jaw. His fingers dug into the soft skin almost painfully.

“Open wider!” he barked again, coaxing my jaw open.

His cock was shoved into my mouth before I could take a breath and I choked slightly, but he didn’t back off. I breathed through my nose quickly, relaxing my throat, and let him fuck my mouth, his grunts echoing around the room.

“Do you like that, Pet?” my Master asked lowly, his mouth just inches from my ear.

I grunted my approval as Carlisle thrust his hips harder against my face, burying my nose against his pelvis. He pulled out suddenly, stopping himself before he could cum. My Master moved behind me, trailing his hands over the ropes until his hands rested on my ass cheeks. He tested the suspension one last time before stepping between my legs.

I could feel the heat emanating from his cock as he settled himself against me. I fought the urge to grind back on his cock as it twitched against me. His hand snaked down to position himself at my entrance, while his other hand found my hip. He pushed forward with one quick thrust, impaling me on his cock. I gasped at the sudden intrusion.

My eyes flew open and landed on Carlisle, who was grinning widely. He stepped forward, grasping my shoulders to stop my swinging momentum as Paul pounded into me. I couldn’t tear my eyes from him if I had wanted to. Panting and gasping as I was fucked from behind, my eyes remained glued to Carlisle’s.

I was taken off guard when my Master pulled out suddenly, the shock shaking me out of my trance. The pulleys moved again, lifting my shoulders slightly higher; I tried to adjust my weight, but I was too far off balance to do much. Carlisle and my Master returned to me quickly, steadying my body and holding me up more than the chains actually were.

With Carlisle in front of me and Paul behind me, I was sandwiched wonderfully between them. My pussy was throbbing and dripping in anticipation as the two hard bodies pressed against me.

“Spread your legs wider,” Carlisle ordered roughly.

I did as he asked, as best as I could from my bound position. His hands spread down to grasp the insides of my thighs pulling my legs wider before he settled his cock at my entrance. He and my Master lifted me slightly, giving him better access before I was dropped back down, impaled on his cock. I cried out loudly as he filled me, nearly shaking at the feeling.

“So fucking beautiful. Do you have any idea what you look like, little girl?” he asked.

I didn’t answer, too busy trying to steady myself as his hips bucked a fast, hard rhythm. The extra girth of his cock stretched me in a way I wasn’t used to, and I was quickly panting from the sheer effort of remaining upright. My Master’s hands snaked around my shoulders to knead my breasts and pinch and pull at my nipples. I could feel his hard cock nestle in between my ass cheeks as he moved in tempo with
us.

“Please, Master,” I cried out.

“Please what, Pet? Surely you can’t be ready to come yet! Do you want more? Is that it?” he asked.

I nodded vigorously, wanting nothing more than to feel him fill my ass.

“Greedy little girl,” he chastised.

I worried for a moment that he would not continue, but quickly breathed a sigh of relief when I heard the click of the cap on the bottle of lube. My focus was drawn back to the man before me as he pulled my shoulders forward until my chest rested against his. He chuckled quietly and whispered into my hair.

“You are in for a real treat; having me fuck your pussy, while your own Master fucks your ass. You are such a naughty little girl. I know you are going to love this.”

I groaned and tried to focus on the cock that was pounding into me, hitting deep inside. His thrusts were hard and sure; he knew exactly what he was doing. He slid in and out of my folds easily; my pussy slick from arousal. I tightened my walls purposefully, gripping him tighter as he pulled out, earning a rumbling groan from his chest.

His thrusts slowed until he almost stilled completely and I felt my Master rub more lube around my ass, prepping me further. Two sets of hands held my hips still as my Master lined up against my ass and pushed into me.

“Oh, oh, oh! Christ. Shit, fuck!” I cried out as he sank into me completely.

My body convulsed as he embedded himself in me, his own breaths low and shallow in my ear as he
held me back flush against his chest. They did not move for a moment, and I fought off the orgasm that threatened to break free at the overwhelming feeling of fullness.

Even in playtime with toys, my Master had filled both holes, but nothing, absolutely nothing, compared to being sandwiched between to live men, filling me so completely.

“Please,” I whispered hoarsely.

I needed them to move, had to feel them move in and out of me. And they did. Slowly, one began to thrust in, while the other pulled out, working themselves into an easy rhythm. I could feel their cocks meeting, separated only by the thin wall inside me, each of them hitting just the right spot as they fucked me in tandem.

“Oh, god. Feels so good,” I panted out.

“You love this, don’t you, Pet?” my Master asked.

“Yes! God, yes. More, please, Master, Sir! Please!” I cried.

They obliged happily, quickly upping their pace and pounding into me furiously. The only sounds in the room were our heavy labored breaths and the slap of skin against skin. I felt a finger under my chin, and lifted my head only to have my lips captured in a passionate kiss. His tongue thrust in and out of my mouth in almost the exact time of his cock pounding in and out of my pussy. I groaned into his mouth and then felt my Master’s lips on the back of neck.

I craned my neck as far as it would go, to give my Master access to my lips as well. The hard thrusts made it hard to keep it up, and soon I dropped my head again as I lost myself to the sensations they were creating.

I could feel the tingling build in my stomach and fought to hold it off as the men continued to ravage my body, but it was no use. I was going to cum, and quickly.

“Master, please! I can’t, I can’t… I’m going to cum, please Master, may I cum?” I begged frantically.

“Fuck,” he grunted, slamming his hips against my ass, pushing his cock into me with a force that nearly knocked me over. “Cum, Pet; as many times as you can.”

I nearly cried with relief as I spasmed around them. Their pace faltered as my walls tightened and I rode out one of the most intense orgasms of my life.

Paul let out a roar, whether in pain or pleasure I couldn’t be sure, but he plunged into me harder than before, quickly thrusting and withdrawing as my body shook with tremors. Carlisle grunted his own approval and dug his fingers tighter into my hips, where I was bound to find bruises tomorrow. His pelvis brushed against my clit at every pass, making me spasm in their arms; my entire body made up of raw nerves, simply electric as the two men worked me over.

“God damn it!” Carlisle hissed, panting as a light sheen of sweat broke out across his body.

His chest glided across my own, rubbing deliciously against my bound breasts. I moaned loudly when Paul’s hand reached around to pinch one of my nipples. I felt the tell-tale tingle building in my stomach once again and twirled my wrists so that I could grasp the ropes that held my arms, needing to hold on to something as another orgasm hurdled forward.

My Master sensed my needs, as he always did, and just before I crested my peak, he brought his
mouth down to the crook of my neck, biting into my shoulder. The sting of his teeth against my flesh redoubled my orgasm. My mouth fell open in a silent scream; the force of it rendering my vocal chords unresponsive. They continued to thrust in and out of me, dragging out my orgasm. It seemed to never end; my entire body was lost to the pleasure, and I gave over willingly.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” Carlisle ground out through his clenched teeth, pulling my focus back to the men I was sandwiched between.

I groaned at his words and felt him stiffen as he pumped into me a few more times before reaching his own release. He held tightly to me, keeping me upright as my Master continued to thrust into my ass, desperate for his own satisfaction.

“So fucking good, Pet,” he said, panting. “Such a dirty little slut you are. Fucking… love it. One last… time, baby. Cum for me… Cum while I fuck your ass.”

His desperation and dirty words pushed me to the edge once more, and I exploded when Carlisle snaked a hand down to my clit and pinched it sharply. Paul roared out behind me, shooting into my ass, before slumping against me.

The two men held me tightly while we tried to catch our breath, before finally they pulled out me, making me groan at the loss. The untied me quickly, working together to release me from my bonds. After Paul bathed me and lathered me in lotion, Heidi and I straightened up the playroom before we went to find out men.

She grasped my hand as we descended the stairs, finding Paul and Carlisle lounging on the couch in the living room. I smiled at her as we both dropped to our knees before our dominants.

“I am so proud of you,” Paul whispered to me before he unclasped my collar. “Is there anything you want to talk about with that scene?”

I felt the deviant grin spread across my face as I answered. “Just one question… When can we do it again?”

**************

Cowboy, Take Me Away By: CareMarie

Author: CareMarie
Story: Cowboy, Take Me Away
V-Rating: LS18+
Word Count: 3616
Beta: Jacob's Latina Babe
Pairing: Embry & Bella


**THIS STORY IS NOT OPEN FOR JUDGES CHOICE.** 

I sighed looking out over the pastures. They held tears, kisses, sweat, and most of all, broken promises. I remember the very day I saw this pasture, and the promises that came with it. But now, well, there are no more promises, only heartache.

I didn't regret my decision to buy this ranch. I enjoyed the work that came with it, and the friends that helped keep it running.

I smiled as I thought of the people who had kept my head above water, and my ass in a home. Jake, well he's like an older brother to me, always in a good mood, and willing to work. I always gave him crap for his dimples that were always present on his face.

Paul is my hot tempered, always gonna tell ya what's on my mind even if you don’t like it, friend. He enjoyed working on the ranch because it gave him muscles, the muscles led to the girls that paraded themselves in and right back out of the bunk house.

Quil was the quiet one of the bunch. We all grew up together, and weren't very welcoming to anyone to tried to join our group. Girls loved the guys, and hated me, because I was always with the guys.

Yeah, I was the hot bitch that hung out with ‘em, and had them wrapped around my little finger. Of course, there was one that was even more so.

Embry…

I felt a tear slide down my cheek at the name of my lost love. This ranch was all his idea, his goal, his dream. It took us forever to find a ranch he liked, but once he saw this one, it was like love at first site.

That same day we went to the bank and filled out the paper work. Within a month, we owned a ranch and moved all the horses and cattle over from his dads’ small farm.


Everything was going great, or so I thought. We hired all of our friends and built small houses on the property for them to live in. We hired Leah as our vet, who quickly fell in love with Jake. Leah and I took care of the guys, always keeping up on feeding them and laundry. In some ways, it was like we were raising teenage boys on the ranch.


Almost a year after we bought the ranch, things started going downhill. Embry started pulling away from me, acting cold and never wanting to be at the ranch.


Then I woke up one morning to an empty, cold bed. I slipped out of bed and went to the kitchen,
opening windows as I went. It was gonna be a hot day for the spring, but wasn't gonna be hot enough for the air conditioner quite yet.


My bare feet hit the cool wooden floor in the kitchen and I smiled at the coolness. I was very glad we decided to take the nasty ass carpet out of here and replace it with the wood floor. Whoever would want carpet in their kitchen, well I'm pretty fucking sure they were dropped a few times as a child.


I saw no sign of Embry and figured he was out doing chores, so I went on with my morning routine; getting food out for breakfast to feed the guys and Leah, going back upstairs to change into my worn in blue jeans and a tank top, and finally making my way back downstairs to start cooking.


I had just pulled the food off the stove when my screen door made a loud banging noise.


“In here!” I yelled, knowing full well everyone would know where I was. I heard them all shuffle
inside, and finally turned around when no one said anything.


Paul and Jake looked like they might kill someone, Quil looked unsure of what to do and Leah looked like she might be ready to cry. I did a double take, noticing Embry wasn't with the group.


“What's going on? Where's Embry?” I asked, feeling my chest tighten up. My mind flashing through all the things that went wrong, from a cow taking him down while checking calves, to a car accident. “Guys!” I finally yelled when no one answered.


Leah stepped forward, handing me a piece of grain bag I hadn't seen in her hands. I had to reread the note, sure that I was misreading it.


“Bella.” Jake spoke softly. I looked up from the note, a silent tear running down my cheek. I looked back down, and read the note one more time.


There on the brown paper, it had the worst of my fears. I would know the handwriting from anywhere, but didn't want to believe what it was telling me, very simple, and to the point, where the words that shattered my life, my being. Embry left, with no promise of ever returning. He didn't want us to look for him, for we wouldn't be able to find him.


I closed my fist around the paper, listening to it tear as I did so. I turned around, ignoring the yells of my name as I walked out the front door.


I walked straight to the stalls, grabbing a halter and lead rope along the way. I opened the first stall I came to, haltering the horse and jumping on. I squeezed my legs, hanging on as the horse leapt forward, carrying me away from the house, and out to the pastures.


Everything came to focus as the horse slowed to a walk and then stopping. I looked through blurry vision to find that I was about two miles from the house. Well no wonder the horse slowed down. I slid off the sweaty horse, and sat in the grass. I looked around at what I once thought was a beautiful pasture.


I knew that everything changed. I felt a concrete wall being built around my heart. I felt my whole being harden, no longer caring.


I looked up and for the first time, noticed that I had jumped on Embry's horse, Copenhagen. I growled, pulling myself back up and headed back towards the house. I cooled down his horse once we made it back, and checked for any injuries that may have happened in my dumbass moment.


Once that was done, I made my way back to the house. Everyone was sitting at the table, looking
at nothing, but probably everything at the same time. The food sat on the counter, untouched. Two pictures hung on the wall, one of all of us as a group, and one of just Embry and me.


I felt myself stalking to the picture, I felt my hand reach up and grab the picture. I screamed while throwing it at the wall and laughing as the glass rained down on the floor. Everyone snapped their heads towards me, looking at me like I had lost my damn mind. Hell, I probably did. My eyes quickly


looked towards the door, waiting for the nice guys in white suits to push their way through, before tying my hands behind my back and carrying me off towards the white padded walls.


The image made me laugh harder, until I could barely breathe. Everyone looked too scared to even
come towards me. I let out another scream, almost wanting to cover my own ears from the shrill sound. I'm pretty sure I even heard the dogs howling outside.


I felt arms around me, and started kicking and screaming. I didn't want to be touched, I didn't want to be comforted; I just didn't want to be here.


“Bella, calm down.” I heard Jake's, soft, but commanding voice. I stopped fighting, I just went limp. I screamed and cried for what felt like hours, maybe even days. Jake carried me up to my room, and softly laid me on the bed before leaving. His arms were quickly replaced by Leah's. I laid there and cried 'til I had nothing left to cry, and Leah held be through it all. She became my rock from that day forward.


When I decided to face reality, I looked around my room. Everything reminded me of Embry. I stood up and looked at Leah, who nodded in silent agreement. I looked at my left hand, seeing the once beautiful engagement ring. It felt heavy, like all of a sudden it was what was going to help me drown in my misery. I slid it off my finger, and laid it on the dresser.


That was the last time I cried, the last time I really felt anything. Everything changed, from the colors of the barns, to the animals and even stuff throughout the house.


Our cattle herd tripled, our horses doubled, and our profits went sky high. That day, I stopped living for anything except for the ranch. I worked myself to the bone, from dawn to dusk. Of course our friends changed as well. Embry was a big part of our group, always smiling and laughing.


Alcohol became my best friend, day in and day out. If I wasn't working, I was drinking.


I became angry with everything around me. When I did go out, I always got into fights. Finally my friends stopped inviting me to go.


In some ways we grew closer as a group. All of us felt the betrayal of Embry just up and leaving, with no explanation of what was going on. I suppose some people think we blamed each other, but in the group, we all knew there was nothing we could have done. Embry made up his mind, he was a big boy.


Our lives went on. We all became crazy, always drinking at night around a huge ass fire. We kept to ourselves, shutting out the world. It just felt safer that way.


Six months after he left, the only trace of Embry that was left, was the pain we each felt. Drinking dulled the pain, passing out only brought the nightmares. The next morning, I would wake up with puffy, swollen eyes. I'd take a shower, get dressed, add vodka to my OJ, head out the door and start my day. That was the new normal for everyone.


A year after he left, the pain was less than before, but the drinking increased instead. One night, it was raining like hell outside, so we stayed in, deciding to catch up on the outside world. Of course Quil and Paul wanted to watch the PBR, and they won. We were sitting there watching when all of a sudden my vision went red.


I rubbed my eyes, just to make sure I had read the fucking screen correctly. I wasn't sure if I was happy, or extremely pissed off.


I felt the red hot pain rush through my arm, and the cracking of the wall at the same time I heard the TV announcer start talking again.


“Next, we have a young man from Oklahoma. Now ladies and gentlemen, this young man grew up in a
small town called Sweet Water, down in Texas. He broke into the bull riding at an older age, but that hasn't stopped this twenty-four year old. Embry Call is ranked within the top twenty riders and working his way up.”


“That fucking prick! That's what he left me for!” I screamed. I couldn't believe it. I walked over to the TV, giving it one hell of a kick and smiled as it came crashing to the floor.


“If only that was your fucking face dickhead.”


We didn't watch TV after that, not that there was one to watch. And once again, life went on.

I pulled myself to the present when Copenhagen nickered at me. Yeah, everything that reminded me of Embry was gone, but I just couldn't bring myself to sell Copenhagen. I smiled and placed myself in the stirrup. I laughed a little at myself, as I started sliding off the other side. I guess the alcohol didn't quite work its way out from last night.

I clicked at Copenhagen and headed towards the house. I handed my horse off to Quil and went to grab a fresh horse. Yes, since Embry left, Copenhagen became mine bitches.

I grabbed the fresh horse and met Paul at the fences.

“Ready to check the herd on the north side?” I asked him.

“Lead the way.”

I quickly nudged Sunny forward, loping the short distance to the north side. It took us a couple hours to make sure all the calves were matched up and we weren't missing any pairs. Once that was finished, we made our way back towards the house. The closer we got, the more yelling I heard.

Paul and I looked towards each other before taking off running towards the house. I wasn't ready for the site that I rode upon.

Quil was screaming at someone that had their back towards us and holding his right hand. I have never known Quil to raise his voice, let alone fucking punch someone. This guy must have really pissed Quil off.

“Fuck Quil!” I knew that voice. I flew off my horse, running up and shoving the guy.

“Be happy he fucking punched you first!” I screamed. Embry turned around looking at me, shocked.

“Bella?”

“No! You don't get to say my name! You don't get to come in here acting like nothing happened! Three years. Three fucking years you put my life through hell! You just up and left, no good bye, no reason why, nothing!” I pushed my way past him, only for him to grab my left arm. “Let go.” I stated calmly.

“No, we need to talk.”

I felt my muscle twitch and tense, before it sprung forward and clocked Embry in the jaw. “No, we really don't. Now get off my property!” I ran to the house, up to my room and grabbed my swimming suit. I stumbled and tripped myself a couple times between stripping and getting my bikini on.

I grabbed a towel and my straw hat on my way out, and went back outside. No one could be seen, so I made my way to the barn, and grabbed Copenhagen. I haltered him, placed my towel on his back and jumped on.

We made our way to the lake at an easy trot. I enjoyed the easy pace Copenhagen was going, and didn't need to guild him. I'm sure I would have run us into a tree with the shit-storm going on in my head right now.

Once we got there, I sat up and pulled my towel out from under me, throwing it on the ground before nudging Copenhagen towards the water. He saw the lake, and all but ran into the water. I laughed and hung on to his mane as he played in the water.

After about fifteen minutes, I pulled him out and led him towards the grass. I threw the rope across his back, and left him to graze.

I made my way back towards the water and slowly walked deeper into the water. I was enjoying myself when I heard Copenhagen whinny. I looked up to see Embry standing there, petting him. I started marching towards him, easier said than done in water, and got close enough to him that I could hit him again. My right hand twitched in anticipation.

“You have some fucking balls to show up here!”

“Bella, please just listen.” I looked at him like he was crazy.

“I have to reason to listen to you. No fucking reason to even talk to you! Leave.”

“No.”

“No?” I tightened my arm and raised it, but he caught it.

“Ok I get it! I get that I fucked up, and I get that you feel the need to punch me. Fuck! I want to punch myself.” He said calmly.

He closed his hand around mine. The warmth from his hand felt like it was melting the ice that formed around my heart, around my soul. I lost it. I broke down crying, screaming and yelling like an insane person.

“I hate you!”

He pulled me towards him, wrapping his warm arms around me. I melted into him, missing everything about him. I missed his woodsy smell, his warmth, his strength. I shoved towards him. I moved on with my life!

“I hate you!” I screamed again. He held on tighter, kissing my forehead, cheeks, and everywhere he could reach. My body gave up, going limp against him. I heard him grunt as he supported all of my weight.

He slowly lowered us to the ground and pulled me to his side. I curled against him, my lips meeting his side. I whimpered when he trailed his hand down my back. Goose bumps broke out all over my body, but not because I was cold. It was from the need of wanting Embry.

“I missed you.” He whispered against my ear. His hand landed on my hip, massing it. I could feel his want, his need going harder then steel against my stomach. I ran my hand under his shirt, needing to feel him. As my hand rose up, so did his shirt.

I quickly made him lift up to take his shirt off. As he pulled his shirt off, I smashed my lips to his. I waited three years to just touch him again. Even if he left me again, I wanted to remember this one last time. I knew it would hurt in the morning, but that's what alcohols for, right?

I moaned into his mouth when his hand hit my hot center. He quickly untied the side of my bikini
bottoms, and started rubbing my center. His fingers felt the same as I always remembered them, yet a million times better.

I rolled us so he was under me, and moved my hips in a slow motion, grinding myself on him, seeking out the friction I desperately wanted.

I couldn't take it any longer, and ran my hands down his well fitted chest, down to his jeans. I made quick work of undoing the button, and moving the zipper down. I moaned when he raised his hips up and shimmed his jeans down. I almost came when I noticed he wasn't wearing underwear.

I felt myself getting even more wet for him and wanted to cry out loud when I felt his pre-cum mix with my wetness.

“I still hate you.” I ground out, slamming myself down onto his dick. I felt a tear escape, and my body trying to adjust to his size.

“Fuck baby! You’re so warm.... and tight.... and oh my fuck!” He took the words right out of my
mouth. I moved my body against him, faster and harder. And the faster and harder I went, the more pissed off I got. He left me!

“You left me.” I ground out. He lifted his hips, the sound of skin slapping skin loud and clear.

“I was protecting you.”

“I'm a big fucking girl; I can take care of myself.” I yelled.

“That I can tell.” I knew he was remembering when I punched him. I couldn't help the smirk that

worked its way onto my face. It went as fast as it came. I felt the coil build up in my stomach, and gasped. I haven't felt that in three years.

I saw stars as the coil exploded in my stomach, the muscles in my body tensing. Embry took a
shuddered breath, before going still. I laid across Embry, completely spent.

Embry rolled us over so he was hovering above me, staying connected the whole time. I was shocked when I felt him hardening again. I slowly rocked my hips against him, well ready for round two.

“Bella, I love you. I left to protect you. Edward Cullen, he threatened to kill you if I didn't listen to him. I just couldn't risk your life. Leaving you was the hardest thing I ever had to do. It killed me, every single fucking day.”

I had heard of Edward Cullen. He was a high roller, throwing money here and there. He was into drugs, and wasn't afraid to get blood on his hands. “Why didn't you go to the police? Sam would have helped you.” I whispered.

“Sam is a partner with Edward; it would have done me no good. It would have put you in more risk, and I just couldn't chance it. I'm so sorry baby.”

I pulled him to me, hanging onto him for dear life. I was afraid that if I let him go, he'd float away and never return. Embry made love to me, whispering how much he loved me and never wanted to leave me, and he would never do it again.

After a while, we got dressed again. I smiled as he grabbed Copenhagen, swinging himself up. He
grabbed my hand, pulling me up behind him. I snuggled into his back, never wanted to let go. We made our way back towards the house, quietly talking to each other.

Not all was forgotten, but it was a good start. Tomorrow was still a question hanging in the air, but together we could make it.

Because my cowboy was taking me away from the pain.

Candy Striping By: Arianna-janae

Pen Name: Arianna-janae
Story Title: Candy Striping
V-Rating: R21+ for brief underaged drug use
Word Count: 3,922
Beta: Raindropsoup
Pairing: Peter/Bella

Candy Striping

It’s time for my shift at the hospital. And in case you’re wondering, I’m not one of those important
people like a doctor, nurse, or a janitor. No, I’m a candy striper. Yup, the cheerer-upper in red and white
from the olden days. Unfortunately, I live in bum-fuck Forks, Washington -- where the term “olden days” pretty much sums things up.

I squeak past the sliding glass doors in my regulation white patent leather shoes and make my way
to the nurse’s station to see which wing I’m assigned to. Shit. Queen-bitch nurse-in-charge looks up
from her Ladies Home Journal to scrutinize me. I plant my best fake smile firmly on my face, hoping she doesn’t notice that I skipped on the pantyhose today. I’m sorry, but how am I expected to be cheery
when I’ve got itchy nylon riding up my ass crack? Besides, my legs are pale enough to pass for off-white hose.

“Hello, Bella.” She glances quickly at the clock on the wall behind me. “Humph, on time for once.
Surprise, surprise. You’ve got the children’s wing tonight. Rooms twenty-six through seventy-nine. And try not to make anyone cry today.”

Great, the chemo kids. How do you sugar-coat cancer? I don’t know how the doctors and nurses do
it day in and day out. I only have two more months of volunteering left. Well actually, volunteering
probably isn’t the right word. It’s more like court-mandated community service. No, I wish I could say
I’m doing this for brownie points for college applications. Unfortunately, that isn’t the case.

I got into a little trouble down at the Res. When I say a little, I really mean a fuck-storm. The guys just
happened to stumble upon Quil senior’s stash of peyote. Yeah, in retrospect it was a bad idea. Of course, at the time we thought we were fucking brilliant. Peyote is supposed to be a drug that allows inner spiritual reflection. The pack all thought it would help them connect with their spirit wolves. I was just along for the ride. And it was one hell of a ride.

It didn’t take long for the campfire to come alive. The first animal that came through the fire was a wolf
– no surprise here. The whole pack’s eyes reflected the flames from the wolf’s form. It was entrancing
to see the way their eyes danced and followed the wolf’s every move. Soon the flames transformed into
a phoenix. My phoenix. She flapped her wings sending hot cinders all over me. My skin began to burn. I tore off my clothes and rolled in the sand to put the fire out, you know, like you do when you’re on fire. Lulu, my phoenix, told me to fly with her, and apparently I did – all over town. There’s video evidence of me from Newton’s Outfitter’s surveillance cameras running around, frantically flapping my arms while buck-ass naked. And that’s how I got slapped with public indecency. My pixelated nakedness even made the evening news. Yeah, I’m real popular. At least I have some anonymity in the kid’s wing, with the younger kids anyway.

So now, I’m making my way down the children’s wing, wishing I could be anywhere else but here, when the only perk of the job makes his appearance – Doctor McDreamy. What? So I watch Grey’s. It’s like
job training, only if this was a hospital staffed by exceptionally hot doctors with raging hormones and
low moral standards. A girl can dream, can’t she? In all reality, McDreamy really isn’t my type. He’s a
little too old, too nice, and too married. But how anyone could think he passes for human is beyond me.
Yeah, he’s a vampire. Gasp. Not a big shock when you’ve grown up with the legends of the “cold ones”. Charlie never bought into it – he’s too logical. But even as a child I could see the truth in the elders’ eyes as they recounted their stories – the history of the tribe.

“Hi, Bella.” McDreamy looks up from his patient’s chart with a warm smile.

“Hi, Dr. Cullen. How are things going tonight?” I’m hoping by some miracle he’ll tell me all the kids are sound asleep.

“Two discharges,” he says, gesturing to the chart. “And one new admit.”

“Discharges, that sounds good.” His smile falters for a moment. He seems to struggle for a response.
I have a pretty good idea what this means. Most of the kids on this wing aren’t too bad off. Frankly,
the hospital doesn’t have the state-of-the-art equipment needed to treat the aggressive cancers. So, if
kids are being discharged, it either means that they are well enough to go home, or sick enough to be
transferred somewhere else. Dr. Cullen always miraculously manages to find some obscure grant that
funds treatment for the severe cases.

“Any rooms I should avoid?”

“Jenna in thirty-four is fast asleep. Michael in fifty-two isn’t reacting well to the chemotherapy, and
Alex in sixty-three is spiking a fever. That only leaves you twelve.” I breathe a sigh of relief. Twelve I can handle. A few stories, some balloon animals – I’m really good at snakes – and I’ll be done. Don’t get me wrong, I like kids. In fact, that’s the reason I don’t like visiting this wing. Kids are supposed to be outside playing and getting into trouble. They’re too young to deal with life and death. I didn’t have cancer, but I really didn’t have much of a childhood either. After Mom and Charlie divorced, Renee started living her second childhood. I guess her second adolescence would be more appropriate. At the young age of eight, I played the role of the girlfriend, helping her to get over her most recent break-up with the never-ending line of bastards she always ended up dating. I was relieved when she finally found Phil, and more relieved when I packed my bags to move here. Sure, I missed Phoenix, but Charlie isn’t in need of parenting. All he needs is a cook – and I’m more than happy to oblige.

“Well, I’ll see you later, Bella.” Dr. Cullen’s crotch slowly came into view as I break out of my daze. Holy hell, how long have I been staring at his junk? My gaze snaps up to his face to see his uncomfortable expression.

“Um, b-bye.” I stammer, turning quickly before he can see my face turn into a tomato. I walk straight
into the room directly in front of me, not bothering to look at the room number. I look at the boy sitting
up in bed staring at me. He doesn’t look so good. Then again, that’s kind of the status quo around here.

I need to switch gears. Time to do my job. There are kids who need cheering up, and I’m not dressed up
like a human candy cane for nothing. Putting on my best enthusiastic smile, I approach the bed while digging in my pockets for a balloon.

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Black,” The boy responds, apathetic. Well, he sure isn’t going to make this easy.

“Alright, what’s your second favorite color?” The corners of my mouth twitch trying to maintain my grin.

“Brown.”

“Okay. Well, I don’t have black or brown, so how about blue?”

“Blue it is. Do you want a snake?” The enthusiasm in my voice is now bordering on demented.

“I don’t like snakes.”

“Of course you don’t.” I’ll have to get inventive. “How about a worm?”

There was no immediate response this time, so I take that as a yes and start blowing up his balloon.
Once the phallic object reaches a good two feet, I tie it off and whip out my sharpie. Now there’s
something I just love about the sound a sharpie makes as you write on a balloon. Seriously, there’s
nothing else like it.

Satisfied that little Timmy’s still quiet, I get into my work. “…two little eyes…a worm’s gotta have
segments right...” Wormy looks awesome! I cap my sharpie and give Wormy to the boy. Crap, he just
went from not looking so hot to literally turning a sullen shade of green. He bucks upright in bed, his
cheeks suddenly balloon and…. Oh shit! He proceeds to projectile vomit all over me. And when I say
projectile, I mean I feel it splatter on my face and hair with such velocity that I feel like I’m standing in a wind tunnel – a wind tunnel that spits broccoli cheese soup and stomach acid.

“You must be Michael.” I wipe as much vomit from my face as possible and press Michael’s call button. Michael is laughing now, his arms clutching his stomach. I hear a muffled “my tummy hurts” between his laughs. This is information I could have used, oh, about two minutes ago.

“Can I help you?” The nurse’s voice sounds on the intercom.

“Clean up on isle fifty-two. Mike’s lost his lunch.”

Well, mission accomplished, I had the kid laughing. But I’m afraid that’s all the entertainment I have in
store for tonight. I slosh out to the nurses’ station and see one of the Betty’s hand fly up to her mouth to
cover her shock at the sight of me.

“Oh, you poor thing! There’s more uniforms in the utility closet.” She scuttles around the desk and to
the clean linens cart and grabs several towels. “Room sixty is vacant. Go run through the shower real
quick, hun.” She placed the towels in my arms. God bless her for not laughing.

I make my way to room sixty, trying hard not to leave too much destruction in my path. As promised,
the room is empty. It looks like the cleaning lady had just been here. The beds are pristine, mitered
edges and wrinkle free. Luckily, the shower is the first door on my left, so the damage I cause is pretty
much contained.

I open the door, flipping on the light switch. A cutesy fish-themed bathroom stares back at me, and I can care less at this point. I nearly rip the shower curtain off the rod to turn on the water. I slither out of my clothes and wait the millennia it takes for the water to warm up to a suitable temperature.

The one inch by two inch bar of complementary soap isn’t enough. After I wash my hair for the third
time, I use the rest of the two-in-one as a body wash. I’m taking entirely too much time, but I really
don’t care. Wearing someone else’s stomach contents warrants a long shower in my book. I even use
the lotion, which finally drowns out the smell of chemo-vomit. I feel like a person again.

With a towel wrapped around me, I step out to the vanity area to dig for a trash bag for my clothes.
Truth be told, I’m not sure if they’re even salvageable. I quickly come to a striking realization once I tie
the bag closed. I have no clothes – no clean clothes.

In my need to get clean, I completely skipped the trip to the utility closet. I glance at the neatly made
beds, hoping that Betty realized my slip up and brought me a uniform. No-such-luck.

Tiptoeing to the door, I open it just wide enough for a view of the nurses’ station. Betty isn’t there.
No one is there. I run back to the bed clutching my towel tight under my arms and jab the call button
repeatedly. Surely, someone will see the blinking light outside the room and come to my rescue.
Preferably someone nice – and female.

I pace the room, my bare feet smacking loudly across the linoleum floors. Then, I have to pee. I can’t
help it. I’m like one of those annoying little dogs that pees all over your shoe when they get excited. So I close the bathroom door, and of course, there’s no lock. Of course. What a sight, me peeing on the kiddy toilet, which I swear is like two inches off the ground.

Someone’s going to walk in here, right at this moment. Finding me, with my knees up to my chest,
wearing only a towel while peeing on a miniature toilet. I swear it’ll be Newton’s Outfitters all over
again, except I can’t blame it on the peyote this time.

By the grace of God, I’m allowed to pee in privacy. I check again, and the nurse’s station is still deserted. I look down both hallways, poking my head out the door. The place seems deserted. Now’s my time.

I glance down at my towel, making sure all the naughty bits are covered, and make a mad dash for the
utility closet.

I can’t believe my luck. I make it! Breathing a sigh of relief, I begin the task of finding a new uniform.
Awesome. The first clothing my waiting hands touch is a size small. My luck’s turning up. Sure, I’ll be
going commando for the rest of the evening, and I still have the daunting task of cleaning my shoes, but
at least I have clean clothes.

I drop the towel to the floor and am just about to pull the shirt over my head when I hear the barely
audible click of the door shutting. Before I can turn around the small room is flooded with a familiar
scent – vampire. I crumple to the floor, grasping my towel as quick as I can to shield myself. There’s
really no point, not with vampire senses.

I’m shocked when I find myself staring back at a set a burgundy eyes instead of the golden I’m
expecting. I can’t help the choked gasp that escapes me. Embarrassment quickly turns to fear when I see the animalistic way he looks at me. He towers over my crouching form. The overhead lighting reflecting off each devastatingly perfect angle of his chiseled face. They’re all like that – perfect. Perfect, but deadly.

Taking a deep breath, I try to pull myself together. Rising from my crouch, I clutch my towel tighter to
me and hold my head up, trying to convey some sense of strength.

“I know what you are.” My voice wavers more than I like. He cocks his head to the side like a predator
studying his prey.

“The Janitor?”

“No, a vampire.” I whisper.

“Oh, well, I suppose that changes things.” He brings his hand up to rub his chin as he contemplates me.
I’m going to die. The reality of that thought sinks into my bones. Someone will find me later, naked in
the utility closet.

I refuse to play the part of the sniveling victim begging for her life. “Can we get this over with?”

His left eyebrow arches in surprise. “I guess there’s no beatin’ around the bush with you.” He smiles and takes a step closer, closing the small space between us.

“Just make it quick.” I demand once he’s standing before me. I try to hold his gaze, but fail miserably.

“Well, Ma’am, I’m afraid that’s not how I do things. I prefer to take my time.” He tenderly brushes a
piece of damp hair away from my face. His cool breath assaults me. His eyes draw me in with their
intensity. Suddenly my fear is replaced by something else. His fingers make a scorching white hot path
from my temple to the junction of my neck and shoulder. His hands stop there, but the path continues
before finally settling between my legs.

He bows his head to my neck, placing cool kisses there. For a moment, I forget that he’s a vampire, but
now, with his mouth on my flesh – and so close to the blood that runs through my veins – my breath
hitches in my throat.

“Will it hurt?” I whisper.

“No. I promise to be gentle.” He says against my skin, his cool breath tickling my flesh. His hands are on me now; one arm snaking around my waist and pulling me closer. His fingers tangle into the hair at the base of my neck, tugging gently. And fuck me if I’m not completely turned on by having my hair pulled. Pressed up against him I can feel every muscle of his strong torso. I can’t help myself. My hands circle around him, pulling myself even closer, gripping his broad shoulders. He groans and I hear the plop of my towel hitting the floor. I can care less at this point.

He pulls the hair at the nape of my neck, forcing my gaze to meet his. My eyes look into his black ones,
only a thin circle of red is visible in his current state of hunger. Suddenly, his mouth is on mine, coaxing my lips to part. The taste of him is exquisite; the warmth of a crackling fireplace with cinnamon and cloves. His tongue swirls in my mouth, his cool sweet breath making me dizzy. Without thinking, I submit to this stranger -- a dangerous stranger. Only I could be turned on moments before my own death. Well, at least I’ll be going out with a bang. I return his kiss with abandon, matching his own intensity. His large hands gingerly cup my face now, as if he suddenly realizes how fragile I am. He gently grazes his tongue along my top lip.

“You taste amazing.” He purrs with a shiver. My hands drift up to his wrists, holding them in place,
unwilling to let him push me away. I peer up at him now under my lashes, trying my best ‘sexy face’ as I hitch one leg around his waist. A throaty growl resonates in his chest, and in one swift motion, he grabs my ass, grinding himself against me.

Oh dear Lord, he’s huge. I can’t hide the look of shock that crosses my face.

“I promised I would be gentle with you, darlin. And I’m a man of my word.” He catches my bottom lip,
pulling it between his before sucking and kissing his way down my neck. His teeth occasionally graze
my flesh, causing me to gasp. It’s not from fear now--no that’s been replaced by need. He worships
each inch of my flesh while grinding his hips into me. Every kiss and tease seems like heaven and hell
wrapped in one.

He captures my nipple with his mouth, and I nearly come right then and there. A moan escapes me,
and suddenly, he’s gone. I open my eyes in shock, almost dropping to the floor. There before me is a
God. My eyes take in every inch of him greedily. I lick my lips in anticipation. In that split second, he has completely disrobed. Under the florescent light, I can see silvery marks all over his flesh, little crescent shapes repeat over and over on the skin of his arms and chest. He is breathtakingly beautiful.

He stalks toward me stopping a foot away, a devilish smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. In my
half crouch, I can’t help but stare at his massive cock as it stands at attention. It’s just as beautiful as the
rest of him; pale white and hard as a rock, I think with a smile. It twitches then, and my eyes flicker to his to see his eyebrows twitch too. If that isn’t a come-hither look, then I don’t know what is. And like the good little girl that I am, I obey.

Rising from my crouch I take a step toward him. Now, it’s his turn to fall into a crouch at my feet. He
runs one hand down my body, sending quivers of anticipation throughout. His hand continues over my
belly and down my inner thigh, touching everywhere except where I want to be touched the most.

“I have to make sure you’re ready for me.”

“I’m ready.” I reply, my voice shaking with want. His finger dips inside me then and I feel my knees
buckle. I brace myself against the metal shelving.

“Not quite, but close.” He breathes huskily. His eyes lock with mine as he bent towards me, flicking his
tongue over my sensitive nub while his fingers continue to dip inside me.

“Oh dear God.” I moan. He increases his pace, flicking and sucking with his tongue before adding
another finger, and then another. I can feel the warmth spreading through my body.

He straightens up from his crouch, his fingers continuing their work. He withdraws them abruptly,
roughly grabs my hips, and pushes his cock into me to the hilt. I cry out with an exquisite mixture of
pleasure and pain, tightening my grip on the shelves while wrapping my legs around his waist. He grinds into me without restraint, pumping himself in and out at an unnatural speed.

Letting go of the shelves, I wrap my arms around his back and dig my nails into his shoulders, knowing
full and well I’ll leave no marks. I have to bury my head into the crook of his neck to avoid the screams
that protest in my chest. I can feel my body pulsating, each and every muscle clenching with my
approaching release. My mouth seeks his, urgent. I need him, all of him. He growls into my mouth,
bucking his hips wildly as we both reach our climax together.

Reluctantly, I unwind myself from him. I feel like I’m coming down from the clouds as my feet touch the cold floor. It’s back to reality now. I’m naked, drenched in my own sweat and standing in front of the most beautiful creature I have ever seen.

He pulls his clothes from a nearby shelf, all neatly folded into a pile, and begins to put his clothes back
on. I frown, jutting my bottom lip out in a pout.

“Aw, don’t look at me like that; we both have to get back to work.” He chides while buckling his belt,
and an impossible smirk graces his face.

“I need another shower.” I muter to myself, reluctantly getting a new uniform from the shelf behind me.

“I’d like to join you for that. When’d you get off?”

When you’re inside me. “At nine.”

“Me too.” He smiles. “The name’s Peter by the way.”

Oh shit, I just realize I screwed a guy without even knowing his name, in the supply closet…in the
children’s wing of the hospital.

“I’m Bella.” I mumble timidly while fidgeting with the strap of my smock. In a split second, he’s right in front of me, a cool finger under my chin lifting my face to his. He plants the chastest of kisses lightly on my lips.

“So how does a vampire end up as a Janitor?” Leave it to me to completely ruin a tender moment.

He chuckles. “Carlisle suggested I take the position. My brother, Jasper, is his adopted son. Jasper, well
he’s helping me through a tough time right now. I knew I’d need something to keep me busy, and I
also needed to prove my self-control to the good doctor.” He bends his head to mine, whispering in my
ear. “He thinks I can’t control my…urges.” He pulls away, laughing. “He’s right on one count at least. You were just too tempting. I guess I’m a sucker for a girl in uniform.”

I can’t help but point out the obvious. “Um, I was naked when you first saw me.”

“Details.” He gives me one last devastating smile before walking out the door… leaving me completely
speechless.

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