A Beautiful Disaster, sequel to HEARTBREAK REMEDY By dariachenowith.pdf

A Beautiful Disaster, sequel to HEARTBREAK REMEDY By dariachenowith

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

out by my sigh of relief.

Finally home.

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

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

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

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

shuffle over to the door on the right of the short hallway. I'm sure that our nosy

neighbor is watching me again, but what can I say, I really don't care. The walls

are sound proof, the windows mirrored, if that old hag gets off on keeping track

how often we come and go, I'll be the last one to get in her face. After all, we're

just a young couple, happily in love, and have nothing to hide.

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

If only she knew.

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

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

fridge. I'm starving, and I'm thirsty, and while I long to find out if Bella is home

already, I need to fulfill my primal needs first before we end up in a tumble of

sweaty limbs on the lime green flokati rug in front of the fireplace. Although

actually making sweet love to my girl on the rug sounds like a really good idea.

We can always take that bath another day.

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

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

where I feel bad about drinking straight from the carton. Not that she doesn't do

it herself when she thinks I'm not watching, mind you, but for some weird reason

we both fall into the habit of playing house when we're in the kitchen. Behaving

ourselves. Being all proper and nice.

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

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

undefiled. Can't have that.

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

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

before I grab a can of Coke, relishing the prickling sensation on my tongue as I

take a sip.

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

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

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

I'm waiting for you. Upstairs.

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

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

wait, after all.

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

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

staircase I see the bedroom door wide open, and for a moment I'm nearly

disappointed. Not that I mind some nice 'nilla loving, but why would she leave me

a note for that?

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

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

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

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

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

over one shoulder as her head is bent. Around her are four huge white pillar

candles, casting the otherwise empty playroom into a warm light.

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

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

her right there and fuck her until she comes screaming on my cock. As enticing

as the view might be, I get the message she's left for me with the setup.

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

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

have been talking a lot about trying something new for her, but I haven't gotten

down to actually doing anything yet as our schedule has been all screwed up this

week. But now that we have the evening to ourselves, Bella clearly has other

plans than spend it snuggling in front of the TV.

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

into the bathroom adjacent to our bedroom and quickly undress. She must have

heard me blundering around the condo, but I can at least try to be stealthy now.

For a moment I consider whacking off in the shower to take care of my hard-on,

but the fact of the matter is that I am tired.

Ice cold shower it is then.

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

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

much Bella loves the leather pants, and I'm doing this as much for her as for

myself. So I quickly put them on, having to jump up and down a few times to

make them sit well. The downside of being with a girl who can cook amazingly

well – either I run another ten miles a week, or I start cutting back on the candy.

Or fast food. Can't have that, so more running it will have to be.

As I pad across the hallway and step up to the playroom door I try to come up

with a plan. My gaze falls on the scented candles that are stored in the closet

next to the bedroom. Of course I can't use them for a scene, but some extra light

is always good, and the heady scent of vanilla and sandalwood can create a good

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

brave. Might as well make sure it's going to be a real night to remember for her,

and not just because she stepped up to confront one of her more irrational fears.

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

me as I enter the playroom. Bella hasn't moved, and while her head is still bent

and her eyes cast down, I'm sure she's following my every move with eagerness.

I place the candles left and right of her, outside of the square the other candles

are set up in, and light them, brightening the room. The mirrored walls only add

to the effect, and I take a moment to drink in her divine body.

Exercising regularly has done a lot to improve her slim but well proportioned

build, as does the yoga for her balance. Her thighs and belly are firm now, the

muscles in her arms and legs slightly defined, and she can hold position a lot

longer now than when we started. Not that I ever minded a little softness, on the

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

Also, going for a run together has become one of my favorite things to do with

Bella, including a nice, long shower afterwards, and the occasional blowjob

behind a convenient tree.

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

really feel like taking my time. I'm just as eager as she must be, and I really

want to get down to business. So I reach for the soft, white silk ropes, the only

other thing I will be needing tonight, and return to where Bella is kneeling on the

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

without getting up again before I kneel down behind her.

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

her knee up, squeezing gently. I kiss her shoulder, then suck hard on the soft

spot at the side of her neck that I know drives her crazy, and she only shivers a

little. Good girl, knows it's not her place to react until I show her that I want her

to.

Sucking turns to licking, then I kiss her warm skin until I feel goose bumps

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

killing her.

"Good evening, my little vixen. How thoughtful of you to wait like this for your

Master," I purr into her ear, watching in the mirror as she catches her bottom lip

between her teeth and bites down to stifle a low moan. "Don't you want to wish

me a good evening, too?"

She raises her head and catches my gaze over the mirror, then turns her face to

me so that our noses nearly brush. Her eyes are wide and dark in the twilight of

the room, lust and anticipation clouding them.

"Good evening, Sir."

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

invitation, brushing mine over them lightly before I grab her hair hard and pull

her head back. She gasps, effectively opening her mouth, and I kiss her more

roughly, plunging my tongue inside, taking, exploring. Bella moans again, this

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

"I really appreciate your openness," I tell her, my eyes boring into hers intently.

"But I'm not going to fuck you tonight."

She remains impassive, already too used to the way I play my games. Months

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

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

on.

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

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

compromises we've made. Bella knows that I don't exactly mean it in a degrading

way, it's part of the game for me, and as such she appreciates it. I think it's one

of the last vestiges of her moral high ground that I keep tearing down, her way of

being reluctant to fully succumb to me. I respect that, although I don't

necessarily like her view. But we all have something that simply rubs us the

wrong way, and as long as we can make it work, I won't push her. Too much.

One of these days we will have to have another of those 'I don't really get why

you're holding on to your former self' talks, but as it is, I'm damn excited she's

willing to push her physical limits. And we have time, no need to jump the gun.

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

have made my point.

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

"Yes, Sir."

My cock twitches in my pants, and I quickly think of something unpleasant to

dampen the effect her whispered words have on me. Nothing gets me like her

being in full on submissive mode. I nudge her chin with my nose, signaling her to

straighten up again and look forward instead of at me, and she quickly complies,

a smile playing across the corners of her mouth.

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

her flat stomach to cup her breasts. Her nipples are hard already from her being

naked for so long, but also from excitement, and I idly pluck on them before I

grab her tits hard, squeezing. Her breath hitches for a moment, but she doesn't

tense up, instead relaxes further. I keep playing with her nipples, rolling them

between my fingers while I watch her in the mirror.

I shift my grip a little, and let my right hand drift lower, down to her hip again.

She eagerly spreads her legs wider, and I smirk as I cup her sex with my hand. A

quick swipe with my finger around her entrance reveals just how wet she already

is, wet and ready for me. I gather some of her juices and run my fingers between

her pussy lips until I reach her clit. A soft moan escapes her as I circle it, quickly

cutting off when I instead pinch her labia hard, repeatedly. Even though she

tenses up now I know she likes it, as her hips are still pushed towards my hand,

not ever bucking away to evade me.

I let go of her again and place another soft kiss onto the side of her neck, a sweet

and unnecessary reminder of why I'm doing this. Then I lean back and reach for

the ropes, quickly getting to work.

Starting with her wrists, I draw her arms back until her elbows touch and bind

them together, using a different rope for her wrists so I can keep them restrained

even when I undo the other knots. Bella instinctively tilts her torso back more

until her knuckles reach the floor, stabilizing herself so I can move on. A tie in her

hair keeps her tresses in check and forces her to hold her head high, giving me

better access to her delicious body.

It would have been easier for me to bind her arms at the end as now I have to

fumble as I bring the longer rope several times around her torso, back and forth

above and below her breasts, before I grab her tits and wind more rope tightly

around each full globe. Bella whimpers a little at the unfamiliar feeling as she's

used to me going for less restrictive breast bondage normally, but I want her tits

sensitive, yearning to be touched. A few more knots and I'm done, leaving her

tits constricted at the base and sticking out from her body invitingly.

I move to her thighs next and bind her ankles to them, rendering her helpless

that way. A few more loops around her waist follow, and I bring the last length of

rope from above her belly button between her pussy lips, and tie it to the waist

ropes in back. I check all the knots, they are tight and the ropes bite into her

flesh, but for the limited time I'm planning to leave them in place that's okay.

My focus shifts to the rise and fall of her chest – she is clearly excited, but I

decide I need to let her stew a little longer. Instead of reaching for the candles

like she probably expects, I run my fingers softly over her body, her thighs, her

stomach, her arms, barely skimming her breasts, while I kiss her neck gently. I

can feel her body respond, her pulse picks up, and the calm and serene

demeanor leaves her. She leans further towards me but I stay out of her reach,

just close enough so she can feel my body heat, but I don't allow her to touch

me. Yet.

The soft caresses and kisses drive her wild, and when I run my fingers down the

crotch rope, they come away soaked. I'd say she is ready to step up the pace.

Bella's eyes open fully as she feels me withdraw, and her breath leaves in a loud

rush as she watches me pick up the first candle. I've tested them before, until I

come really close to her body I can't really hurt her with the wax, nothing she

can't take. I still direct a most wicked grin at her that makes her shiver, then

bring my free hand around her hips to make sure that she can't buck away too

much and destroy my aim.

Her muscles tense up all over her body as she stares at the flame, her lip again

caught between her teeth as she tries to remain calm. I blow over the wet spot

on her neck until she is shaking, distracting her until I suddenly tilt the candle

and splash a few drops of wax onto her chest. They all hit her just above the

ropes where I know they don't really hurt her, and after a shudder Bella stills

again, slightly less tense.

The next drops I aim at her right breast, hitting the fleshy part that is constricted

by the silk ropes. A slight whimper leaves her, but that's it, so I move to the left,

bringing my aim a little closer to her nipple, but still staying away. Somewhat shy

at first, she soon pushes her shoulders further back, the motion putting her

breasts even more on display. I keep up my game until there is only a little wax

left in the pool around the wick. I stop and smirk at her, waiting until her eyes

widen in light apprehension, before I dribble the rest onto her hard nipples.

The hiss that escapes her goes right to my dick, making it twitch and strain

against the leather pants. I watch intently as Bella fights the pain, but the glassy

look in her eyes together with the sudden deep blush on her cheeks tells me that

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