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“I’m sorry,”
The words tumble out, unrehearsed, sitting flatly on the furniture. You look to your fiance. You look to Carlisle.
“I didn’t mean to- and it just slipped out. I’m sorry, I…”
You don’t know what else to say. There’s no excuses. In your latest article, the wording was… slightly off. Just- knowledgeable. It sounded like it was written by someone who knew about vampires. It’s not enough to uncover the secret in Forks. Just enough that, if you’re looking for it, you’d know to come here. And multiple mistakes like this could eventually lead to a trail.
“I’m sorry,” you gulp again.
“I know, sweetheart ,but…” Charlie’s gravelly voice, disappointed, ignites more fire in you than you’d care to admit. You gulp again, looking up at them from your seat on the couch. Both have arms folded in varying stages of disappointment.
“If you make more mistakes, you’re going to have to leave,” Carlisle says. “You’ll have to go, or we will, and if it’s at the point where we’re moving then it might not be safe for you here, either.”
You sniff, eyes stinging. Charlie frowns at Carlisle.
“Surely there’s some other options.”
“If…” his regulated tone falls flat. “I don’t know, Charlie. You know I respect you, and I’d never want to hurt you. But if your fiance ends up outing us… we’ll have to move.” He pauses. “All of us.”
Charlie rubs his jaw. You know the depth of love he has for his daughter. The way he was so anxious for you to meet her, and for you to get on, that when you were first introduced to Bella, you fell for Charlie even harder. How this was months before he ever even accepted a romantic relationship because he had to know his family would get on.
And you know how much Bella’s absence affected him, when… You know how he accepted it without question, without pause, because it was still his daughter, though you’re trying to wrap your head around it months later.
“Look, sweetie, there’s no way to revise the article. Is there a job you can do that-”
“No!” you burst. “I’m not quitting my job. I won’t do it again, I promise. I’ve learnt my lesson, I, I-”
You struggle to fight the tears. Charlie’s never been so disappointed in you. You’ve never felt so scolded, so told off, so like a child under their gazes. “Can’t Alice see that, that there’s no problem?”
“There’s no problem now,” Carlisle agrees. “But there might be. If you keep threading little clues into your articles. I know it was subconscious, I understand, but… if you out us. The volturi will- I don’t want to think about it, my love.”
God, the pet name is worse. The affection and mutual respect makes your wrongdoings even harder.
“I don’t want to leave. And I- you can’t make me quit my job. It won’t happen again. I promise, I, um- I just won’t. You know I’d never do anything to hurt this family.”
“I know, sweetheart,” Charlie grumbles.
“But I’m afraid you’re not going to remember if you don’t receive adequate- punishment.” Carlisle hesitates on the word. You look at him with wide eyes.
“Are you going to-”
“No,” he assures. Your whole body shivers with the thought. You look to Charlie in terror, but he’s lost in thought with hand to his chin.
“She would remember, Carlisle,”
You whimper. If that’s what it takes… takes to stay, get them to trust you again, get them to like you again.
“Okay,” you mumble. “I’ll… I can take it. I’ll do anything. Please, just- I don’t want to move. I promise nothing will happen again. I’ll do anything.”
Your bargaining makes Charlie’s eyes flash with danger, his jaw tightening. You recognise this look. You’ve seen it a hundred times; bending over to put the shopping in the car, rolling over in bed, when he comes into the bathroom and you’re in the shower.
But it’s a new look on Carlisle.
He raises his eyebrows, lips curling.
“Charlie,” he asks, voice laced with danger. “Do you remember when she moved here. And you came to me, and we agreed-”
“I remember,” he grumbles. The men turn to each other, exchanging a look you can’t recognise.
“Would that work? Would you be alright with that?”
Charlie sighs.
He throws a look at you, eyebrows furrowed.
“You’ll do anything, sweetheart, to remember?”
You nod furiously. He turns back to Carlisle, the blond man’s eyes alight with something you’ve never seen on him.
“Well,” Charlie drawls. “She’s mine the other 364 days, alright. Go easy.”
“Not too easy,” Carlisle sheds his jacket on the table, coming to the couch. “Or she won’t remember.”
Charlie takes his belt off, and you feel the couch dip with Carlisle sitting on your right.
“Alright, princess. If you say stop, we stop.” He sits on your left, angling to face you, a hand to your cheek. You melt into it.
“What’s happening?” You frown into his eyes and they hold no answers.
“Your punishment.”
Charlie brings your face forward. It crashes into his mouth with a firmness, lips demanding a response. His tongue edges into your mouth. Confused, you take him, pliable to any force he subjects, and melting into the smell of his faded cologne.
And then-
“Ah-” you gasp. Carlisle has leant forward, mouth to your neck. You flinch at his cold tongue, suckling against skin, hot breath intermingling with the torture of his frozen lips. And Charlie is still on you, keeping your mouth slack for him.
“Mmh-” you struggle into his mouth. “What?”
“You said anything, princess,” Charlie breaks away for the moment, then brings his lips forward to yours, kissing a trail from cupid’s bow to jawline.
“We have to make sure you’ll remember,” Carlisle finishes.
As Charlie sucks lovebites into the other side of your neck, Carlisle takes a break to lick up to your ear and leave soft kisses along your cheek from behind. You don’t know where to tilt, who to breathe into. All you know is your breath is stolen.
And the confusion, fresh with each movement of Carlisle’s hands as he wraps around your abdomen, is tucked far away, underneath the pleasure of each kiss, each lick, each feeling of the men on you.
You relax backwards into Carlisle’s embrace, wincing at Charlie as he sucks harsher at your neck. You can already tell this will leave a mark tomorrow. Charlie keeps a dominating hand at your thigh, squeezing, Carlisle keeping his territory limited to holding your waist.
He inches a palm upwards, grabbing at your tits over your clothes, nipples already pebbled in arousal. Of course he notices. He takes a pinch, and you flinch into Charlie’s broad form, his hand tightening over your thigh.
“Ngh-” you struggle.
“Just be good,” Charlie reminds you. He breaks away from your neck to make eye contact, crouching over your belt and undoing it. Carlisle takes the opportunity to lean you backwards into him, arms still wrapped around, so you’re totally pliable to whatever Charlie wants to do. He suckles at your neck again.
“What are you getting punished for?” Charlie asks you, your belt now discarded, and him making a start on undoing your jeans.
“Um- writing the article-”
“And?”
He pulls them off, Carlisle leaning you further backwards so the movement is easier.
“And- nearly exposing your families,”
He nods, maintaining eye contact, dipping a finger under your panties. They’re already soaked. The way Carlises tweaks your nipples, arm still dominant over your waist, doesn’t help. Neither does Charlie’s stern look.
He runs one finger over your centre, chuckling darkly.
“So wet, already,” he mutters. “You enjoying this?”
His eyes are laced with danger, and mischief, more so than you’ve ever seen on him. He stops at your clit to rub circles. Out of sync, the two men fondle the most sensitive parts of you with disregard, leaving you moaning loudly into Charlie’s living room.
Carlisle lets out a low exhale into your ear as you whine, and you can see Charlie lick his lips.
“You can take her top off, Carlisle,” Charlie instructs, lowering his head to your pussy. “She needs to feel it.”
“Thank fuck,”
Charlie settles on long, languishing licks of your sensitive inner thigh as your body shuffles; Carlisle takes your top off with a gentle touch, and then unthreads your bra from you. As soon as you’re relaxed back onto his chest, he brings a dominating arm around your waist again, slender fingers tweaking nipple as he sucks along your neck.
You watch with faint breath as Charlie finally, finally, unthreads your panties- drenched through- and lowers his tongue to your opening.
At first, he just takes a long, broad lick against your opening. You whine with the sensation, and both men chuckle.
“You can come as soon as you want,” Charlie teases, a finger dipping inside you. “But we’re not going to stop.”
“Fuck-” you arch your back. You try to arch your back, as Charlie sucks your clit, fingers finding a rhythm inside you. All you do is careen further into Carlisle’s chest, arms dominant around you. The pain of him on your neck. Charlie’s wet tongue. His strumming fingers. Your nipples, tweaked and pinched.
Your muscles clench, breath short, panting and moaning loudly into the empty room. You come around Charlie’s fingers, further into Carlisle’s grasp. They fuck you mercilessly through it. And true to their word-
“Charlie,” you struggle, squeezing his head with your thighs. “I can’t take it. I can’t. I’ve learned my lesson, I- fuck-” you whine as he just licks around your opening, and then trails back up to your clit, looking up at you.
“You know what the magic word is, sweetheart,”
In his short break to speak, you find the energy to put your arm out, grasping at Charlie’s hair.
“St-”
You don’t even make it through the word before Carlisle takes your wrist. His firm grip makes you whimper. And then, your nipples taking respite without his touch, he leans your head backwards.
“Open up, darling,”
He reaches down, connecting his lips with yours. You don’t get used to the sensation. He’s cold, he’s firm, and he’s- Carlisle. The man you’re meant to be friends with is different from this one, leaning you over his chest and kissing you with force.
The angle- almost upside down- means each stroke of his cold tongue fights against yours. You languish, wrist paining in his grip, pussy still getting eaten out by your fiance.
Carlisle takes his other hand to your chin, forcing you open, accepting him, even though all you do is whine breathily into his mouth and let his tongue linger inside.
Feeling Charlie clutch at your thighs, keeping them open, is the last straw.
The orgasm comes over you again, violently this time, careening your body against the hold of each men, the pain of their restriction only aiding in the pleasure.
You cum into Charlie’s mouth this time, not entirely sure whose hands are where. Your mouth is forced open, hands clutching at chin, hands clutching at thighs to keep your hips spread, sucking your tongue, tongue running over pussy.
You shout into the room, aware of how unattractive the sound is, and still feeling their low chuckles running in chills along your spine. Carlisle continues to kiss you. You’re in a better place to kiss back, almost desperate for real affection.
But he breaks away.
“I don’t think your little slut has learnt her lesson,” Carlisle accuses.
Charlie lets go of your thighs, letting you press them together in limp defence, though he continues to run along you with his fingers, playing with clit and opening as and when he likes. The feeling’s almost painful with overstimulation.
You whimper against his hand, still in Carlisle’s hold.
“I remember,” you butt in quickly.
Charlie looks up at you, leaning over your mouth. You accept him quickly, still whimpering against his hand, needing to kiss him. Carlisle settles for adjusting his grip on your wrist and grabbing at your tits again.
“Sweetheart,” Charlie breaks away. You moan in disappointment. “One at a time? Or can you take both of us?”
You stare into his eyes, breath faint, limbs weak from where you’ve come twice, already aware of every bruise and mark they’ve left on you. Your stomach flips with the choice.
“One at a time,” you nod. Charlie looks up to Carlise.
“You hear that?”
“I sure did,” Carlisle murmurs against you.
“At the same time, then,”
“Wha-” Charlie forces his lips to yours again, slipping two fingers inside you and finding a comfortable, slow rhythm. You accommodate him easily.
“Sorry, princess, but you gotta learn,” he slips his tongue into your mouth. There’s less urgency now. You think you can focus; differentiate each man's touch- on your lips, inside you, on your neck, your breasts. “I promise you get a say this time,” he slips his pinkie around yours. An old gesture, that he knows you take very seriously. “Now where do you want me?”
You stare into his eyes.
“Um-” you struggle to think straight. You can already feel yourself wettening, again, recovering from his broad licks lapping up your arousal. “My pussy is for you, Daddy,”
Charlie nods, Carlisle giving a low grunt into your jaw.
“Take her mouth, Carlisle,” he instructs.
All hands on you change. You’re flipped, brought to all fours, completely malleable to whatever they want to do to you. You hear Charlie’s belt unbuckle as you watch Carlisle get off the couch, standing in front of you and positioning hiimself over the armrest.
He unzips himself, unsheathing a pale hardness, his underwear already spotted with pre-cum.
Carlisle takes a hand to your chin, and you look up at him.
“Remember the magic words, darling,” his smooth voice travels along your spine, all the way to where Charlie is already running his hard dick along your centre.
“How will you know if I-”
Carlisle brings his pelvis forward, running his dick along your lips. You don’t know what else to do except take it in.
You look up obediently, meeting his eyes as you wrap your tongue around his head, making a small murmur. You feel- guilty. Still guilty that it’s happening. And guilty that you’re taking another guy, staring into his eyes, when your fiance is right there.
You make a small moan as you suck, hoping Charlie makes haste in putting his dick inside. Eventually you feel him, hand on your hip, guiding you backwards. With a bit of shuffling, he makes it so as you careen backwards into his length, you slip away from Carlisle, and as he pushes your hips away, he still keeps the head inside as you deepthroat Carlisle.
It’s too much to take. He should know that. He should have listened. As he pushes you forward, rhythm steady but not too fast, Carlisle hits the back of your throat, making your eyes water. Just as you get used to it, Charlie’s filling you up again.
They get faster. The rhythm starts to fail. You keep your tongue flat, struggling with Carlisle, arms shaking from keeping you upright. He makes your eyes sting, throat sting, gasp to take in breath. He tilts his pelvis into you at every chance, getting deeper, and you just can’t take deeper.
He grabs a hand to your hair to keep you in place over him.
You whimper, then moan, then beg to wait, wait, let you get accustomed. Charlie fills you up harshly, pulling you back onto him with fingers dug into your thighs.
You gasp against Carlisle, trying to take Charlie. You tighten against Charlie, trying to take Carlisle. Both men fuck you mercilessly, out of sync, pulling against your scalp, digging into the fleshy skin of hip. You feel Carlisle hit the back of your throat and grunt, and Charlie makes a similar noise as you tighten against him.
“Have you learnt your lesson?” Charlie grunts.
Carlisle tightens his grip on your hair, making you whimper as he tilts his pelvis further into you.
“No writing about us. If you’re unsure-”
“Ngh,” you struggle against them. “Uh-huh,”
“You promise?” Carlisle gets even tighter. You yelp against him, and realise the vibrations of your voice, the breath, must feel better against his member. You drool against him, unable to close your mouth.
“Uh-huh,” you whine again.
Carlisle closes his eyes and mutters, and you feel the hot ropes coat the back of your throat. Charlie clutches your hips with force, and judders into you. You just take it. There’s nothing else you can do, barely keeping yourself upright, throat raw, clit still sensitive, pussy accommodating every inch of Charlie as he pulses inside you.
Charlie pulls out. He slaps your ass hard, leaving you moaning- Carlisle takes your chin in his hand and slowly slips out of your mouth. You close around him finally, swallowing the last drips of cum and drool.
You look up in helplessness. He wipes the corner of your mouth with his thumb, staring down at you with an indiscernible expression. You feel Charlie’s cum run down your legs.
Charlie clears his throat. You turn to look at him, as he zips himself back up. You’re still on all fours on the couch, struggling to comprehend what just happened. Carlisle remains dominantly on your chin.
“I hope that served you well. You need to remember this, sweetheart. I don’t want you to make the nice doctor move, right? And I’m not choosing between my Bells and you.”
You nod resonantly, trying to make up for lack of speed in the seriousness in your eyes. Your throat is too raw to speak, limbs struggling to keep you up. You don’t quite know how to collapse anymore.
“Thanks, Carlisle,” he turns his low voice to the other man, also zipping himself back up, pulling his jacket on as if nothing just happened. “I’m sure she’ll be good from now on,”
His tone, disinterested and praising and not directed at you, makes you slip onto the couch. Your hands slide up to the arm rest, and your legs collapse under themselves, until you’re draped over the arm.
Charlie still pools out of you, sticky on your legs. You can’t nuzzle into your own arms, because Carlisle’s hold on your wrist is still paining; the hickeys on either side of your neck from both men already painful and raw. Your throat stings. How you can even see, with eyes so bleary and presumably pink, is beyond you.
“Alright,” Carlisle announces. “I’ll go back home and tell everybody that it’s… sorted. You’re staying put, we should be safe. As long as it doesn’t happen again.”
You nod, as much as you can. Carlisle puts a light hand to your shoulder in passing.
“I’ll see you later, my dear.”
You hear them walk to the door, Charlie showing him out, your eyes closed and succumbing to every inch of pleasure both men had on you. Their low voices add a rumble to your stomach, helping you come down from the orgasms, the slight fear, into a safety net of light arousal.
“You’re a lucky man, Charlie,” Carlisle laughs at the door.
“I am indeed. But if you try that when I’m not around, I’ll shoot you dead.”
“I believe that.”
Charlie shows him out with niceties, as though the beloved doctor really did just come to the police chief’s house for a casual evening visit. You hear the door close; Charlie hit every floorboard until he’s on the couch, pulling your slouched form into him.
You collapse into his chest. Your pussy still stings, slick with your own arousal, and saliva, and Charlie’s cum. You pull your lips to his. Charlie only frowns at you, taking your chin and moving it to the side. It’s fair enough.
“Don’t get any ideas, princess,” he kisses your cheek firmly. You slump back into his chest, his warm arms, safer now than they had been. You trust him to dominate you again. You hate that you trusted him before, even when he was asking what you preferred so he’d know how best to punish you.
“You’re a good girl at heart. I know that.” His low voice dances behind your eyelids, every inch of exposed skin tingling with the feeling of it. “But I don’t want my family broken up because of some stupid mistake. I love you, sweetheart.”
You feel your lips smirk, finding your voice again as you nuzzle into his neck.
“Maybe I should misbehave more often.”