With great power, comes great responsibility

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Chapter 57

"Maybe we should..."

I can't let Bella finish. Not just for my own sake.

Uncle Ben said it best. How come I have the power of the gods, the most technologically powerful tool in human history, and I'm still worried?

Because you're a good person, Lynchwood.

And even though I don't have an uncle named Ben, I know what to do.

Bella squeals when I touch her lips. Our second kiss on our second date. Central Park, the place where dreams come true. Of course, it's not as romantic as I hoped, but that's not Bella's fault. I save not only myself, but both of us with my lips. I stop her attempt to move away from me.

It seems clumsy, almost comical, as I turn my body, raising my arms, my lips still on the startled, tightly closed mouth of my soon-to-be girlfriend. I have no doubt about that. And I have no doubts when I ask myself whether I'm taking advantage of Bella's weakness. I don't care what doubts I had.

It feels fucking good to make the decisions for myself and my girls.

And when Bella returns my kiss, I manage to pull her onto my lap.

She almost falls off the bench we're sitting on, but she holds onto my shoulder, bends her legs, and then sits on my lap, facing me.

"What are you doing?" she asks me, slightly out of breath and struggling to keep her balance on the bench. My hands on her ample butt grab her flesh, feel it beneath the tight fabric of her jeans, and hold us close together. I see the uncertainty in her eyes, the worry in her voice.

"I'm keeping you, Bella." My voice surprises even me, as commanding and definitive as I sound.

Seems I didn't need reassurance today, I think. Rose would be proud of me. Well, al least not the kind of reassurance I thought I would get. Instead, I hold Bella tighter and begin to press my lips to her bare neck. She smells... normal. Like skincare, cheap but on the skin of a girl, she smells like heaven. "I know you're scared," I inform her while my lips brush over her tingling skin. She tilts her head, and with one hand, I brush her hair back ober her ear as we embrace under the kindly light of the lamppost in the middle of Central Park at night. "But that ends today." We look at each other. Uncertainty is evident in her eyes. Maybe she's nervous, too. I'm quite harsh with her, holding her tight and telling her to her face what's going to happen. "We're on our second date." She smiles cautiously but says nothing, letting me speak. For that, I'm grateful. "On the second date, we'll talk about the future." She looks at me briefly, then tilts her head slightly, a small gesture to continue. My lips return to her skin, and as I kiss her again, I feel her begin to rub against me.

"I'm a mess," she confesses between pursed lips, her breasts pressing against my chest. "I will hurt you."

"No," I murmur and keep kissing her. Her body begins to heat up. "Not when I'm in control." Her body stiffens briefly. I feel the struggle within her. After everything she's told me, giving up control is exactly what she wants, and at the same time, what she fears most. "I will always respect your decision," she hears my voice in her ear, and at the same time allows my hands to slide under the back of her jeans. I sense her becoming smitten to me. It works. My words form a bond, her fear prevented her from having.

"Oh... Mmmmh..." Her moan tells me I'm reaching something inside her. Her heart.

And the light fabric of her panties over her soft bottom.

"If you tell me you choose not to have me, then I'll respect that. If you tell me you don't want me, then..."

"No."

She's so fiery and full of passion once she's freed.

And I haven't even known her for long. That makes me focus all the more on giving her a healthy environment for her feelings. The MCD tempers things, simply makes them way spicier. Just the way I like it, want it, and need it. But Bella likes it too, wants it, and, fuck, how much she needs it.

"Keep going," she whispers, her voice low and her eyes full of love. "Control me." But I shake my head.

"No control." My hands wander forward, between her legs, and find her belt. "Safety." I undo the buckle, and while I unzip her, she unbuttons her pants. "Control won't make us a couple." Bella stands up briefly. She gan end it now, I'm aware. I give her the space and... she pulls down her pants. No words, no ceremony. I see her legs pressing together. I see her panties, wet and crumpled from moving on my. And then her thumbs move under the thin fabric and pull them down without delay.

At this moment, a bare pussy with wet lips and a swollen clit isn't something new to me and for a second I fear I lost the wonder I feel whenever a nice, sexy girl undresses for me. But no. It's simply that I know what is expected from me and there is a place and time for the childish joy of fucking something new. But Bella is special, trusting me, and so I muster her exposed sex with a thankful but calm gaze that makes the trusting girl shiver. Undecided, she stands in front of me, shorts and panties around her slightly spread ankles. Her fingers brush in trembling movements over her scin in an attempt to hide and present me a beattifull open pussy while she nibles on her lover lips and looks to the side. Goosebumps on her pale skin indicate how chilly the night is, but her pupils are dilated and her breath is coming in gasps while she decides to go the full measure, turning to me and spreading her lover's lips. A moist, shining, pink hole awaits me. Partet, soft walls and quivering insifs with a swollen clit overhead. A present Bella gives me willingly on our second date. But maybe it isn't a present, I realize. Bella is strong and brave and she deserves that I behave accordingly.

No present for me Bella, I think and smile while our eyes meet. A promise. From me to you. For the trust you give me. A helicopter swirls in the sky above us, maybe NYPD, but we don't care. I will give you a happy, careless and free cow life, girlfriend. And Bella sees it the same way.

"I want you to take care of me."

"I promise." She smiles, fragile but steady. In the light of Central Park I see her blushing and losing a battle that, from now on, she is free to lose whenever she wants. because I'm there for her.

"And... Finn..." She smiles. "Can you make me come? Please?"

I smile and pat me leg. My girlfriend nods eagerly.

"Take care of me Finn."

Message from the author:

So, funny thing I guess. Bella was planned with the cow path from the beginning of the story in my head. And she was planned to be even weaker and timider than Lisa. You can see the last traces of this in her first appearance on the Bus to school. Since then, basically the first time I wrote about her, I couldn't bring myself to make her weak. And to me it seems you like her the way I presented her in the first major appearance in the mall with Tammy and Rose. The first time I proofread her chapter, I knew I wanted to make her one of the stronger girls and through your support, I think I can make her a verry special cow. Not timid and dumb but bright and strong and, through her hastily thrown together background with her messed up relationships, trusting and docile at the same time. Just only for Finn.

I'm very curious to put her in a room with Finn's other girls and see how the chemistry is with the others. And then with the MCD. Until then, I'll hold back on her background a bit to make sure I can include something else that comes from me or my readers.

In the next chapters, I'll try an intimate sexual experience that I've always wanted to write about, but never had the right story.

For me, the chapter length is a bit too short, but it fits best with my goals for this story. And it gives me the opportunity to add something without making it too long (for the new format). The description of her pussy just occurred to me, and I think this format gives me the opportunity to plan something strictly and long-term and then polish it up at short notice. That's how I work best, even though I wish I could write five thousand words every day again... But those are too negative thoughts for tonight. So, please enjoy. Life and my story. :)

Thanks for reading and, for sure, next chapter tomorrow.