Holding her a little closer I roll us over, laying her down so I can let my hands and mouth roam all over her body. She keeps writhing under me, clearly enjoying herself while her fingers never leave my hair, not even when she decisively presses my head down between her legs. I cock one eyebrow as I look up at her face, only getting a wide grin in return.
"Oh just because you're done doesn't mean I am. And you told me I need to get more vocal and assertive, so this is me vocally and assertively telling you to eat me out! So what are you waiting fooo - aaah!"
I let her continue to be vocal for a while then, and it isn't exactly hard to make her come again after doing so already twice before. Her hands stay in my hair and I love the way she keeps scraping her nails over my scalp while her hips buck underneath me.
When she seems satisfied for good I move back up her body, kissing and licking every patch of her sweaty, slowly cooling skin that I can reach, until I am back at my preferred spot – making her squeal as I suck on the side of her neck. I'm a little tempted to leave a hickey but rein myself in before her skin can bruise up – as much as I love the idea of Bella being twitchy because Charlie might see it, I don't want him mad at me for marking his baby girl up. The irony of that thought cracks me up again, and I only stop chuckling when Bella kisses me.
"So," she starts once she can unglue myself from my lips.
"So?"
"So, how was I?"
I laugh at the expectant face she's making, then kiss her until her slight frown goes away.
"Amazing. Mean. Amazingly mean. My brain hasn't clocked back in for a more versed answer yet."
Seeing her bright smile warms my heart, and I have to kiss her, postponing any further discussion until we're both breathless and panting again.
Remembering that we have places to be I get up, and resisting the urge to just throw her over my shoulder as usual I offer her my hand instead.
Clearly thinking along the same lines as I Bella laughs and lets me draw her to her feet, and we exit the playroom together, taking the towel and toys with us to let them soak in the sink while we take a well needed shower together.
I'm still not quite out of my submissive head spacewhen we hit the soothing spray, and Bella doesn't object when I take over soaping up her entire body, kissing and caressing her instead of my usual playful groping. She clearly enjoys herself, and doesn't comment when I try to be more of a gentleman than usual. I know she loves my obnoxious, teasing side but I have to admit, today of all days I'm more comfortable with not drawing reproachful stares at myself.
Lunch with Sue and Charlie is a surprisingly boring yet pleasantly comfortable affair, and later that afternoon Bella and I curl up on the couch in front of the tv together. Even with some stretching afterwards my muscles ache, and whenever anything rubs against my balls or cock I feel a slightly painful sensation spreading through my groin. It doesn't bother me, I've toughed out worse, but I'm still surprised Bella has been the one to cause it, all by herself. To say I'm amazed is really an understatement.
"So," I restart our previously dropped conversation as I feel her snuggling into my side, her hand idly stroking my thigh.
"So?" she echoes, then laughs. "Feeling more coherent now?"
"A little. So, how did you like our little session in the morning?"
Bella smiles, her fingers drawing idle patterns on my sweat pants.
"Shouldn't I ask you that first? I mean you were the one with a higher possibility of not liking everything there."
As if to underscore her words she reaches for my cock, eliciting a partly painful groan from me, but when she wants to withdraw her hand I stop her while I stare deeply into her eyes.
"Trust me, I might not have been up for a second round just then, but any residual ache will only keep me quite horny for the next day or so. Don't worry about me."
A somewhat hungry look passes her eyes for a moment, but Bella remains serious.
"Okay, feel free to live up to that claim until you have to leave for the hospital in, oh, three hours? Gonna be a long, lonely night, Dr. Cullen."
I wait until she's done laughing at me, and she luckily stops evading my question then.
"It was great, if a little scary. As you can guess Beth gave me a handful of pointers but I was still a little apprehensive at first. I mean, I get that you're the guy who loves having his junk all tied up but when I actually saw you cock go all red I wasn't so sure I wasn't entirely out of my league there."
"You know I would have used my safeword if I'd felt like you were having problems judging things, right?"
"You looked pretty much gone by the end."
Trying to kiss her frown away again, I smile reassuringly at her.
"Maybe, but not that far. I know how just about enough feels, and I also know how too much feels. You were well away from both all the time. Don't worry, unless we get really into switching and do this on a regular basis I will never entirely let my guard done. Not because I don't trust you, but because I'd rather break a scene myself than force you to deal with having to pick me off the floor, emotionally, when things go downhill fast."
She nods, looking relieved rather than miffed.
"Good. Because as much as I had fun today, and it really was great to make you beg for once, I don't think we'll ever get there."
Pushing herself up then she straddles me, letting her forehead touch mine.
"I just love being the one who does the begging too much."
We kiss for a while, until she pulls back, an expectant look on her face.
"Amazingly mean, eh? Care to elaborate?"
"Honestly, you really surprised me with how far you went and what you did, and not just because you woke me up at the crack of dawn. I have to admit, I really underestimated you."
She looks smug at that, then her face turns thoughtful.
"Well, I figured that when I do this, I might as well do it right and not half-ass it. And after our recent conversations I figured I should trust in myself to live up to my own expectations, seeing as I'm trying to get you to do the same."
Her words puzzle me, but only the part about myself.
"You think I don't do that?"
Bella shrugs, a little uncomfortable, but she replies nevertheless.
"Sometimes. I don't know, ever since things got okay between us again you seem so ready to set yourself up for disappointment. You know, eating everything up, waiting for the other shoe to drop, being all angry and reclusive. Sometimes I really think I'm the only one here who knows that you won't go off and disappoint me again."
I want to interrupt her there but she shushes me with her fingers pressed lightly against my mouth.
"Please, let me say this, then you can protest all you want. As I said before, I'm sorry I didn't realize that you were still beating yourself up over that whole fuckup with Jazz. I should have stepped out of my bubble and seen that this time it's not for the best to try to make everything right. You need time to heal, and that's okay. I never wanted you to feel like I'm not one hundred percent on your side. And while I might have reacted weirdly when you finally opened yourself to me, I really appreciate your openness. So in a way today was my little thank you for speaking your mind. I was hoping that when you saw me stepping out of my comfort zone simply because I could you'd feel better about returning to your own. And yes, I know I'm rambling and not making any sense here, but do you get what I mean?"
"I guess. If you can be in charge and fearless about messing up so can I, right? Thank you."
I first kiss her nose, then when she starts laughing devour her mouth instead until my lips are tingling. Bella is beaming at me when we part.
"And, you know, if it takes me fucking your ass on a regular basis so you get your confidence back, I can totally live with that. And I hope you love our new toy as much as I do."
"Definitely."
While she returns to my side for more snuggling, my mind mulls over what she just said.
"Do you really feel like I lost my confidence in myself?"
She seems surprised at the question but answers quickly.
"Not when you're in the playroom. But yes, sometimes when you shake off your damn hot badass Dom persona, you seem a little lost and disillusioned. Doesn't fit you, and there's no need for it, really. You're a great guy, and I'm not just saying that because you let me tie up your cock.
You definitely need to get rid of that insecurity again, asap."
I smile at the way she pops the P of the abbreviation, then incline my head.
"Okay. I'll try."
It's a weird thought, because I actually never felt not confident about myself, at least not for a long time now. Prone to fuck up, yes, but not on the scale Bella mentions.
"Awesome."
I laugh at her giddy tone, then feel my evil side rear it's head.
"You know what would help me?"
"No, what?" she asks eagerly.
"You not wearing any underwear until the play party at Beth's."
"What?"
Bella's indignant squeak makes me laugh, and I kiss her suddenly less than welcoming mouth.
"No panties then. You're right, I don't want other guys staring at your bouncing tits."
"How could that possibly help you regain your confidence?" she quips, but I can tell from the way she keeps rubbing her thighs together that the thought of going commando isn't so unappealing for her.
"For one, it's a huge turn-on for any Dom to know their sub is constantly available, and probably spending her time thinking about getting fucked. On the other hand, if you have confidence in me, it's easier to fall in line with you myself. And it's hard to keep moping around when you have the best of distractions ever strutting around partly naked."