Chapter 8: Black Magic Woman

I got a Black Magic Woman.

I got a Black Magic Woman.
Yes, I got a Black Magic Woman,
She's got me so blind I can't see;
But she's a Black Magic Woman and
she's trying to make a devil out of me.

You got your spell on me, baby.
You got your spell on me, baby.
Yes, you got your spell on me, baby,
Turnin' my heart into stone;
I need you so bad,
Magic Woman I can't leave you alone

~Black Magic Woman- Santana~



~Bella~

“Yes, Edward, yes…ungh…harder,” I pant out between moans. He has one of my legs flung over his shoulder and the other wrapped around his muscular back. He growls out in that sexy voice of his, gripping the headboard with one hand for leverage as he pounds into me, “You like it rough, don’t you, baby?” Tightening his grip deliciously on my hip, he continues, “Tell me how you like to be fucked.”



I am so turned on with the combination of his words, the sound of our skin slapping together and how aggressive he is being, that I can hardly form a coherent thought to answer with. I reach my hands up above my head to push against the headboard as I buck my hips in time with his thrusts, “Hard, uhh…fuck, Edward, hard.” I want him to take me from behind because I know it will be deeper in that position, but every time I try to flip over he stops me. I think it’s because of his past, but I don’t give a fuck, I want him to take me from behind. It’s not like we haven’t explored every other position known to man, and even a few that aren’t, I think. I struggle against him but he is over a foot taller than me and outweighs me by at least a hundred pounds, so it’s a futile effort. Frustrated, I spit through gritted teeth,



“Goddamn it, Edward, I want it from behind!” Conflict rages in his eyes as he looks down at me. My eyes soften as I reach up to touch the side of his face, “Please.” I can see the excitement flash across his gorgeous face before he flips me over, handling me like a rag doll. I scramble to my knees, leaving my elbows on the mattress, giving him a fantastic view of my ass as I look at him over my shoulder, smirking. I watch him as he drinks in the sight before him, smoothing his hands over my flesh reverently. He catches my eye as a cocky smirk graces his chiseled features right before he plows into me. Holy shit, it’s a tight fit in this position, and deep…so fucking deep.



I can feel each one of the steel balls in his super-sized cock moving inside me and it feels un-fucking-believable. He scrunches his eyes closed and grips my hips tightly before pulling out ever so slowly then plunging in again, causing us both to cry out at the sensation. He brushes his hands from by lower back, across my ass and down to the backs of my thighs. After completing the circuit twice, he pulls one of his long fingers down the crack of my ass, applying just a hint of pressure on my back entrance. The pressure of his finger feels fantastic and I suddenly want to know what it would feel like inside me. “Please,” I pant out, pushing against his hand. He stills momentarily before I feel him slide his finger down to gather some of the moisture that’s seeping down my thigh, and then bring it back to where I want him, pressing into me slowly. I feel a shit-load of pressure at first, followed by a little stinging that actually feels pretty awesome, and then he starts to move in time with his trusts. The feeling is so overwhelming that I can’t even put together a lucid thought.



“Fuck, Bella, fuck…it’s so tight…I can feel your pussy fucking pulsing all around me…and, God, it feels so fucking good,” he groans loudly. He adds with a disbelieving tone, “And I can feel it around my finger. Fuck, I can feel it. It would feel so good…gotta try it…” He mumbles the last part as if speaking to himself. He thrusts slow and deep while trailing his other hand up my back and curling around my shoulder for leverage, while adding a second finger to my ass. The dual sensations are incredible and I have never felt so full. Impatient for more, I start pushing back against him, causing him to let out a string of curses.



“Pull my hair, Edward…pull it hard.” I can feel his long fingers leave me to grip the headboard while the other tangles into my hair before he yanks my head back with just enough force to make me gasp. “Is that what you want, Isabella? You’re a nasty little girl, aren’t you?” His voice is low and his breath is hot against my ear and I can feel his stubble lightly scratching at my cheek, making me whimper.



“Yes, Papi,” I groan out, the stimulation of the hair pulling, along with his massive dick slamming into me, makes me moan wildly.



“Who do you belong to, Isabella? Fucking tell me!” The dominance in his voice is what finally triggers my orgasm and I come, practically shouting, “You, Edward. Ooohhh…I belong to you…only you.”



Mewling and quivering, I continue to drive back into him with abandon until he finally explodes, groaning and cursing deafeningly before answering with a deep and gravelly voice, “That’s fucking right…you belong to me, only me.”



Damn, possessive Edward is sexy.



I feel his body weight as he collapses on top of me, trailing kisses all over my back. “I wasn’t too rough, was I, baby?” The tenderness and concern in his voice makes me smile.



“No, ciccino, you were perfect.”



**~**



I’m sitting one the sofa in our suite the next evening, nursing some kind of vodka concoction that Emmett has whipped up as we wait for Rosalie and Edward. Rosalie is waiting, I’m sure to make some sort of grand entrance, stupid bitch, and Edward is still in the shower, thanks to me and my need to hog the bathroom for two hours. Hey, it takes time and effort to look this hot. We’re headed to the Music Matters Annual Costume Ball, and believe me, I need to look smokin’ since we will, no doubt, be surrounded by a horde of whores, scantily clad in barely-there lingerie. I have chosen to portray Black Magic Woman, so I’m dressed as a witch, pointy hat and all. Edward picked my costume while we were out yesterday, and being the horny man that he is, I’m sure you can imagine how fucking tiny it is.



Emmett looks hilarious, dressed as Angel, wearing white jeans, wings, and a tinsel halo headband propped proudly on top of his dark curly hair. Alice is going as Blackbird, and she looks absolutely beautiful in black cheeky shorts and a cropped top full of feathers. Jasper looks the best, though. He’s the Rhinestone Cowboy, and he’s wearing this ridiculously gaudy jacket covered in rhinestones without a shirt, a cowboy hat, and old, beat up cowboy boots. It amazes me that even in his bizarre outfit he still exudes his signature lazy, sexy, cool vibe.



Edward saunters into the room, a few minutes later, dressed in the tight black leather pants I picked out on our shopping excursion, his well worn motorcycle boots, the new fuckhot Mohawk, and his infinity necklace.



And holy shit does he look sexy, all ink and muscles and that cocky smirk.



He slips his arm around me, pressing his bare chest into mine as he hands me the collar to put on him. I slide my hands around his neck as he roughly kneads my ass, pulling me into his rock-hard mega-cock as I fasten the buckle. Looking up at him from under my lashes, I smirk while yanking on the chain, effectively bringing his mouth down on mine and thrusting my tongue deep into his mouth. He tastes like mint and Edward and it is fucking delicious. I completely devour his mouth while rubbing myself shamelessly all over him, pulling hard on the hair at the back of his head with one hand and on the chain with the other. Moving my mouth down to his neck, I bite down hard right above the collar, then suck and lick on the tender flesh. I continue by whispering in his ear, “You better be a good boy tonight, topolino, I wouldn’t want to have to punish you.”



“Fucking hell, woman. If you keep doing that we’ll never get out of here,” Edward groans out, tilting his head to the side to give me better access, effectively giving his words no conviction. He drops his face into my cleavage, which looks spectacular tonight, sucking and biting, making me moan loudly until we hear Emmett’s loud, obnoxious voice.



“Holy shit, guys, bring it down a notch. I’m starting to feel funny things in my nether regions and I don’t think the big boss will like it too much if I jizz in my angel pants,” he says with a smirk, causing Alice and Jasper to burst out laughing. “Dude, what the fuck are you supposed to be, anyway?” he asks, eyeing the collar and leash around Edward’s neck.


“Oh my God, he’s Freak on a Leash!” Alice exclaims, with a huge smile on her face “That is fucking priceless. I can’t wait to see the reactions of all the hussies who normally throw themselves at you, Edward,” she adds, shaking her head and chuckling. Rosalie snorts as she rolls her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest.



Um…when the fuck did the spawn walk in? I bet she’s irritated that nobody saw it happen. She’s wearing a red corset and ruffled shorts with red patent leather boots and glittery horns.



“There’s one, Alice,” I point out with a smirk, gesturing over at Rosalie who is now glaring daggers at me. Jasper cuts in, trying to ease the tension that has emerged in full force, “Who are you supposed to be, Rose?”



She suddenly refuses to look at us and mumbles out, “Devil Woman,” and I can’t help it, I burst out laughing as Edward mutters, “How fucking appropriate.” Alice and Jasper both snicker at Edward’s comment before Jasper offers Rosalie a drink, trying to get the tension in the room under control, again.



“So, whose idea was that?” Emmett returns to his earlier line of questioning with a raised eyebrow, pointing at the leash.



Edward rolls his eyes, pulling me into his body so that my back is flush with his chest. “Mine,” he says, tightening one of his arms around my waist while the other trails down the front of my thigh. He plants a wet kiss on my shoulder as I reach up to thread my hand into his hair while wiggling my ass against his crotch. “I want everyone to see that she owns me.”



“You know, I thought me and Rosie were bad, but you guys have got to be the kinkiest, horniest motherfuckers on the planet…,” he trails off, shaking his head and snickering, causing Rosalie to glare at him. Edward just licks a path from my shoulder to my ear before biting down, completely oblivious to everything going on around us.



God, we have a serious problem with PDA.



I tilt my head to the side to make more room for Edward, who is currently working on creating a gigantic hickey behind my ear, when I hear Rosalie mumble something that sounds a whole lot like, “Classless tramp,” under her breath. At the comment, Edward stops sucking abruptly, looking up as I speak directly at her without an ounce of fear in my tone.



“What the fuck did you just say?” I make to charge at her, but I stop at the feeling of Edward’s possessive hand around the bottom of my throat, throwing me a look that says I should tone down the mean girl. I am, however, glaring right into her ice blue eyes. I can see her waver before she steels herself to shoot back.



“I said, all those hickeys make you look like a classless tramp.” She leans into the wall, crossing her arms while she looks away, aiming, I’m sure, for nonchalance.



“Thanks for the heads up, Rosalie. I’ll take your word for it, since being a classless tramp is your area of expertise,” I spit back, my voice dripping with superiority. Okay, so maybe I can’t tone down the mean girl. But come on, Edward loves me this way, even if he’s acting like he doesn’t for my own benefit.



“Whatever,” she quips, as she smirks, looking over to Edward, “You look like a fucking joke, by the way. I never thought I’d see the day you let some infant lead you around by the dick.”



Just as she pushes off the wall, Edward is across the room to get in her face. Everyone is stunned as he leans in to threaten her with a low menacing voice, slamming the wall by her head with his open hand a fraction of an inch from her cheek.



“You will never speak of her that way again, do you understand me, Rosalie? Bella has more class in her fucking pinky than you could ever even dream of having. And she may be young, but at least she doesn’t act like a jealous little girl. Leave us the fuck alone…I will not fucking warn you again.”



Edward shrugs Emmett off when Emmett finally comes to his senses and tries to pull him back. Edward glares at Emmett, telling him, “That’s fucking it, Emmett. Bella and I are not putting up with her shit any longer…I’m just letting you know, you better keep that bitch in check.” Throwing one last glare at Rosalie, who is now cowering against the wall with her hand over her chest, he drapes his strong, ink covered arm over my shoulders and leads me out of the suite.



Edward warned me beforehand that there is going to be a relatively small red carpet, but I’m not prepared for how nervous I am. As we pull up and it comes into view, I feel his hand on my thigh, squeezing slightly and pulling me out of my stupor. I turn my face up to look into his eyes and he reassures me that everything will be fine by giving me a quick but passionate kiss as the driver opens the door. Jasper is the first to emerge, with Alice following. They smile and pose for pictures, periodically stopping to talk and answer questions for the line of reporters. Emmett and Rosalie are next and I can’t help but notice how at ease she looks in the spotlight; it makes me a bit envious. I refuse to let that bitch show me up, so I take a deep breath and push my nerves aside as I allow the driver to help me from the limo, plastering a smile on my face while keeping a tight hold on Edward’s leash as he follows me out of the car. I’m a little stunned as the crowd goes crazy for him because they’re screaming and crying as they call out his name, but he is so gracious, smiling and waving at them as he wraps his arm around my waist to pose for pictures.



While we make our way down the red carpet, there are literally hundreds of flashes going off at once and I can only vaguely make out questions being shouted at us as over the screaming. We make our first of three stops with Miranda Glass, representing the E! Network, who asks us what song titles go with our ensembles. After a hearty laugh, she moves on, asking a couple of questions regarding how we met and how nice it is to see Edward being led around on a leash by a beautiful young lady, to which he turns and winks at me before answering smoothly, “Who wouldn’t want to be led around by this?” He waves his hand in front of me like a game-show host, making me blush. When she asks him what song Eclipse is going to perform tonight, he just smirks and tells her it’s a surprise.



The next interview, with Shariee Stevens from Entertainment Tonight, is a little more professional, but basically the same questions, only adding in a question for me. She wants to know how it feels to be dating ‘The Sexiest Man Alive’, according to People Magazine. I may go a little dreamy-eyed and fangirl as I reply, “He is more than just a pretty face, he’s everything to me.”



This earns me a genuine smile and a sloppy kiss.



The final interview, however, does not go as smoothly. The interviewer, Tyler Bennett, is obnoxious and rude and he won’t take his eyes off of my boobs. You can just imagine how Edward reacts to that. As we approach, the first thing he does is look me up and down, smirking as he catches sight of the leash in my hand, making some lame remark about how he loves a woman who can take control while licking his lips and leering at me. This prick must either not know Edward at all, or have a death wish, I’m not really sure which one. The first thing out of Edward’s mouth, as he stands to his full height making him tower over the interviewer, is, “I will give you exactly two fucking seconds to tear your eyes away from my girl’s tits before I rip them out of your goddamn head and shove them down your fucking throat, motherfucker.” The look in his eyes is positively feral and he looks dangerous and sexy, which in turn, makes my girly parts tingle. It’s no surprise that we do not finish that interview.



We’re ushered inside the club and all eyes are on us as I lead Edward by his leash to our reserved table where the rest of the group is already sitting. I’m not even going to pretend that I don’t thoroughly enjoy the gaping stares and whispers we are eliciting from all the skanky bitches. After ordering an apple martini, I settle myself into Edward’s lap to enjoy the music that the DJ is spinning.



After about thirty minutes, a gentleman with a headset makes his way over to our table to let the guys know they need to report backstage in five minutes. After a mini-make-out, I remove his leash and watch Edward’s back as he disappears backstage. About ten minutes later, they appear on stage, illuminated by the harsh stage lights. Edward looks over to me and winks before looking down to his guitar and plucking out the opening chords of a familiar song. It isn’t until he starts crooning in his deep, sexy voice that I swoon.



“I Got a black magic woman…”



Oh. My. God. He is so fucking sexy…and he is singing to me…ME! My body is practically vibrating with desire for this beautiful man, and just when I think I can’t take anymore, he looks at me through heavy lidded eyes as sweat beads on his forehead.



I am done.



Holy hell.



His eyes are closed and his slightly parted lips twitch as he wails out the guitar solo. I can see the muscles in his arms and stomach flex as he plays, making me whimper with need. What I wouldn’t give to run my tongue along the trail of hair that disappears into those tight leather pants…gah! This man is a fucking rock-god with one hell of a sexy swagger, making all of the women in this place freak out, but I gain a little bit of solace in the simple fact that tonight, and every night, he will be going home with me. I am one lucky bitch, and tonight I intend to show him just what he does to me.



When we get back to our suite, I lead him to our room. I reach up to remove the collar he’s wearing and toss it onto a nearby chair, then proceed to peel off his pants while he struggles to kick off his boots. When he is standing before me completely nude, with his yummy cock standing tall, I tell him to keep his hands to himself and watch me undress. I peel each piece of clothing off painfully slow, watching him strain with the effort to keep his hands off of me. When I’m finally naked, I crawl up onto the center of the bed and summon him to join me. I hand him one of my striped stockings as I lay back, propped up on a pile of pillows. Holding my wrists out to him, I demand, “Tie my hands to the bed, Edward, and fuck my mouth.” His eyes widen in shock, before they darken with lust. He takes the stocking from me and raises my hands above my head, kissing both palms before he secures them to the head board. He crawls up slowly until his cock is inches from my face. Kneeling before me, he braces himself with one hand on the headboard while he caresses the side of my face with the other. I look up at him from under my lashes and make my expression as innocent as possible before I lick my lips and open wide…



**~**



It is barely 8:30 in the goddamn morning when we are jarred awake by pounding on the door. Edward gets up and pulls on a pair of jeans, which he doesn‘t bother to completely button, grumbling as he makes his way to the door.



I can hear his gruff demeanor as he greets the intruder, “What the fuck do you want?” I smile looking up at the ceiling. God I love him, the old crotchety bastard. I know I should just tell him, it’s not as if I don’t know he feels the same way, so I decide that if the moment should arise, I will. I’m basking in the knowledge that I am going to confess my feelings for him when his harsh voice pulls me out of my reverie, making me curious about who is here and what has him so pissed off. “Say whatever the hell it is you came to say, and get the fuck out of my room,” I hear him spit from the other side of the bedroom door.



I pull one of Edward’s tee shirts over my head and venture to the living room to investigate. Saddling up behind him, pressing my cheek into his back and snaking my arm around his waist, I dip my hand into the front of his unbuttoned pants to trail my fingers along the tip of his cock. I feel it come to life in my hand, making me smirk against his back as I listen to Gianna’s voice reply.



God, could she not have just called?



“I just came to let you know that Zafrina will be by with the Harry Winston rep at nine-thirty instead of eleven-thirty, and I also wanted to see how the show went last night, since Peter instructed me not to attend.” She tries to sound all sweet and concerned, but I know she is just looking for any excuse to see him.



Whore.



“And this couldn’t be accomplished with a phone call because…?” he prompts as he slides his hand around behind him, wrapping his fingers around my ass underneath the shirt I’m wearing while I lick up his spine. I giggle because not only is he feeling me up in front of her, but I just thought that exact same thing. Plus, there’s a harsh tone to his voice, making no mistake that he is upset at the interruption, and it makes me giggle when snooty people get ‘the harsh tone‘. Oh God, this makes me think of the ‘you’re in trouble tone’ and the ’dad tone’, so now I’m horny. Don’t get me wrong, I have no daddy issues, my father is a great and respectable man, but come on! You’d want a spanking from Edward, too.



My curiosity gets the best of me and I chance a peek at her from around his arm. She’s dressed in a purple wrap dress that is so tight it barely contains her boobs. She finishes it off with a nice pair of nude heels. Seriously, who gets so dressed up to knock on someone’s hotel door? The thing that stands out to me the most is that her lust-filled eyes are slowly raking up his muscular torso. She is practically salivating, and it might be comical if I didn’t want to rip her hair out. Clearly she must have death wish.



Or at least a wish for me to go back to my room and make a voodoo doll of her to dunk under the water in the bath tub.



Yeah, I totally have this tension under control.



Deciding that enough is enough, I snake my body underneath Edward’s arm so that I am wrapped around his side possessively, and I not-so-subtly place my handcuffed hand on his chest, prominently displaying my new piece of jewelry. Edward takes my hand in his much larger one, bringing it up to his mouth to kiss my palm before settling it back over his heart. It’s at this exact moment that Gianna notices the bracelet. Her eyes widen momentarily before narrowing as she sets her features into a cold, blank stare. Her whole posture changes into a rigid, almost defensive stance, before she apologizes for the interruption and storms out the door, leaving both Edward and I stunned with her abrupt departure.



“God, she hates me,” I observe, staring at the door where she just exited.



He looks pensive for a moment before he speaks, “She’s fucking nuts, baby, promise me you’ll stay away from her. I talked to Peter yesterday, but she’s under contract with the band until January. She will no longer be handling my personal business, though…we’ll find someone else.” I just nod my head, figuring that is confirmation enough.



Edward accompanies me to Emmett and Rosalie’s suite promptly at nine-fifteen. Alice is already there lounging on the sofa in yellow leggings and a fitted white tunic that is accentuated with a wide yellow belt. Every strand of her spiky black hair is perfectly in place, making me feel a tad bit inadequate. I look down to my grey yoga pants and wife beater combo, and back up to her, thinking that I am seriously underdressed. She just looks at me a shakes her head, explaining that she and Jasper just returned from breakfast with his parents and that is why she is so dressed up, which makes me feel much better about looking like a hobo.



About fifteen minutes later, a beautiful, tall, dark-skinned woman with silvery hair and piercing grey eyes arrives. The color of her hair, which is pulled back into a severe bun, and the color of her eyes stand out starkly against her olive toned skin, making her look very striking and beautiful, yet sophisticated. She is dressed flawlessly in a lavender Chanel tweed suit, cream-colored heels and a beautiful triple strand of pearls. She is accompanied by a heavyset, balding man who is carrying, what appears to be, a large lockbox, and who is profusely sweating all over his expensive designer suit. Alice introduces them to me as Zafrina Verdone, their stylist, and Gerald Higgins, the representative from Harry Winston.



Zafrina holds her hand out to me while introducing herself, and her heavy Italian accent is unmistakable, instantly reminding me of my Nonni and Nonno. “E 'un piacere conoscerti il mio nome è Bella,” I answer sweetly, bowing my head slightly to show reverence to the heritage we share.



“Ah, Bella. Tale bel nome italiano per una bella ragazza italiana,” she says, placing her hands on my face before air-kissing each cheek then turning to face the others barking, “Let’s look at some jewelry, shall we?”



As I pass Edward to look at the jewelry, I get an arched eyebrow and the look that clearly says we will be speaking when we get more time alone. He knows I’ve said Italian words to him before, even given him certain nicknames that I’ve learned from my Nonni, but I’ve never spoken fluently in his presence before.



We have so much to learn.



The next hour and a half is spent ogling diamonds that could pay for an entire collage education. After much deliberating, I finally end up with a diamond cuff bracelet and diamond hoop earrings, both set in platinum. My selections are much simpler than those of Alice and Rosalie, who has acted like a demanding, condescending bitch the entire time. During our time together, I learn that despite Zafrina’s hard exterior, she is actually quite charming, and I’m glad I had the opportunity to meet her. It also helps that she doesn’t put up with Rosalie’s shit and constantly mutters Italian curses at her, while winking at me. Oh, yes, Zafrina and I will get along just fine.



Just as Zafrina is showing Gerald out, a group of hair and makeup people flood the suite, followed with Zafrina barking out orders about who needs to set up where. She directs us girls to different stations and before I know it, I’m being plucked, buffed and beautified. When all is said and done, I am looking good, and I can hardly wait for Edward to see me.



Just as I am about to change into my outfit, my phone rings, and because I’m missing Edward terribly, or maybe it’s because I’m stupid, I answer without looking at the caller id. The voice on the other end of the line makes me cringe.



“Would you like to tell me why I’m looking at a picture on the internet of you towing Edward Cullen along on a leash?”



“Hey, Mom,” I offer, trying desperately to deflect. I know that I need to have this conversation with her, but right now is not the time. Besides, I’m a little pissed that it’s been three months since the last message I left her, asking her to call me back. Don’t get me wrong, I love my mother dearly, but she certainly leaves a lot to be desired when it comes to parenting. I have to admit that my brother and I practically raised ourselves.



Seth is exactly thirteen months older than me, but thankfully not old enough to pull that protective older brother bullshit. I would have to say that we have more of a partnership thing going on. He respects me and my decisions and I do the same for him, and knowing that we will always have each other to fall back on makes it easier to put yourself out there. The one thing we always relished in, however, was our time apart. It was hard work to take care of each other, so we took to spending our summers apart. He would spend his summers in Forks with our father Charlie, and I would spend my summers in Italy with my Nonni and Nonno. Seth always hated going to Italy, complaining that it was too far away from civilization and his friends. I, on the other hand, loved the seclusion of it, not to mention the close relationship I came to have with my grandparents.



“Oh my God, Bella! Edward Cullen? That really is you in this picture? Holy Shit…tell me everything,” she rambles, the excitement clear in her voice. “Are you being safe, Lord knows that he is one fine specimen, but we don’t want any accidents, you are too young to be a mother…and with a rockstar, no less. You might want to double-bag it if you know what I mean. I wouldn’t want you to end up with some funky disease…”



As much as I miss her, her comments immediately set me on the edge. How dare she make assumptions about Edward, she knows nothing about him! Of course, I have told her nothing about him, but still. “Thank you very much for your concern, mother, but I’ve got everything under control here. And, yes, it really is me.” I have to admit that I am a little stung that she is so shocked, but I suppose it’s par for the course where Renee is concerned.



“I really have to go, mom, I am getting ready for an awards show. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?” I really have no intention of calling, but chances are she will forget all about me once we hang up, anyway, so I don’t really feel all that bad about it.



“Okay, sweetheart, be safe!” With that, I hang up the phone, get dressed, and wait for my man to pick me up.