Chapter 13

EPOV

We lay in my bed, Bella’s cheek pressed against my chest. She was very quiet, and by her unwavering breathing I assumed she was asleep. I on the other hand was wide awake. I debated as I carried her from our session which room to place her in, deciding that she should get use to her own room. Besides she was accustomed to sleeping alone, and I had to clean up the playroom and I still had some work I needed to finish. Our session had gone very well. I watched her become a burning flame of desire right before my eyes.

With each placement of the flogger, she released further into the sensation. The smell of her arousal, hung heavy in the air. My dick was doing summersaults in my pants, wanting to get inside of her so badly. I played her body as I wanted to, and she responded better than I expected. Bella panted with each strike, reaching with her body begging for more.

I thought she was close, but because I don’t know her responses very well, I couldn’t be sure, so I needed to ask her. I can’t wait until I didn’t need to rely on her affirmation. I needed to be able to judge on my own how her body reacted and then give her the command to cum. Or I could always have the enjoyment of taking her back down, then watching her respond to my actions as I build her back up.

Her voice was so breathy and needy; my dick twitched and throbbed from the sound of it. Her scream of pleasure and complete surrender, brought me such satisfaction. I watched her give over to the sensations and finally go limp. She was absolutely beautiful. I had to quickly catch her, sitting her on the horse. I couldn’t wait any longer, needing to be in her immediately, I was so hard it was fucking painful. As soon as she started being lucid I rolled on a condom, grabbed under her knees, pressing her thighs out.

The plug was still in her, and I shouted along with her as I drove my cock in as far as it would go. Between the vibrations and tightness that was just Bella; I knew I wasn’t going to last long. I needed her to cum again; she seemed so close, just needing something to push her over the edge. I bit her nipple making her cum hard.

My fucking balls felt like they were pounding, I needed my own release. Pushing her thighs further apart plunging into her with all I had, yelling out my own climax. I came so hard, my legs were shaking. I held on to her back collapsing on top of her. Once my own breathing was under control and I had the strength to pick Bella up, I carried her to the tub. We sat in the warm water her back against my chest as I massaged her thighs listening to her sighs of contentment. The feeling of this magnificent creature against my body brought me more joy then I have ever known.

I debated whether to put her in my room or her own, settling on the later. Even though it was the first time she slept in my house. In my mind I thought she was use to sleeping alone. Because in all actuality she would be here three to four nights a week and she should get use to her own room. But it was still hard to place her in that bed, cover her up and walk away from her. I had a strange feeling of regret as I kissed her forehead and walked out the door.

I was in my room working on getting more finals graded, while listening to what was going on in the room down the hallway on the monitor. The rustling of the bed became louder, for a minute I thought maybe she had woken. Her yelling brought me to my senses; I got to her as soon as I could. She was kicking her feet as if she was trying to get away from someone. She was clearly asleep, yelling ‘No!” over and over through tears.

Once I got her awake her little body was trembling and she was covered with sweat. I just wanted her to feel safe, taking her to my room seemed like the best option. When she calmed down I had to know if nightmares happened before or if it was triggered from our session.

She cried in my arms as she gave me more of a glimpse of the hell she went through. That fucking piece of shit locked her in a box. Left her there alone and afraid. How fucking long did he leave her in there? There are those in our lifestyle that use cages, personally it’s not for me. But what she went through has nothing to do with eroticism. First she didn’t agree to it, and she begged and screamed to get out. What he did to her was cruel and psychotic.

And what did she say? “I didn’t care what he did to me, just so he let me out of the box.” What the fuck did he do to her? My arms instinctually wrapped around her protectively. “Never again love. That will never happen again” I whispered into her hair as I kissed her head. Her small body fidgeted closer to me relaxing in my arms.

After a few minutes she sighed, “Edward” I answered her tenderly “What baby?” When she didn’t respond, my head moved back to try to see her face, but I couldn’t get a very good angle. As I moved she whispered my name again, snuggling back into my chest. She was sleeping. Was she dreaming of me?

She sighed again “No red, Edward.”

I chuckled softly not wanting to disturb her, because this was just too entraining.

“Edward..my Master..So beautiful” She called me Master I liked that title, I needed to get her to do that when she was awake, and did she call me Beautiful?

“Edward…mmm...sex-on-a-stick” Ok, that one did me in, I laughed, the movement of my chest must have disturbed her, because she rolled over onto her side. I wrapped my body around her, still chuckling. My body spooning hers listening for more little tidbits, but nothing came and somewhere during that exercise I went to sleep.

I woke up, reaching for the warm body that should have been along side of me, but came up empty. I thought maybe she went into the bathroom, but that was empty also. I made my way downstairs, the unmistakable smell of coffee and bacon coming from the kitchen told me where she was. I got the morning paper off the porch and went to see what was going on. Bella was by the stove, with her back to me. She still had on t-shirt I put on her last night, her long hair was braided in two pigtails, her body swaying and she was singing at the top of her lungs.

You opened up my world to paradise,
so nice
Feels so good my body liquefies
When you touch me I lose control and start to shake
Your love is so good I ain't gotta fake
Cuz everything you do is everything I like
The plot thickens,
time's tick'n,
you're my toy tonight

I stood in the doorway watching her, laughing to myself, wondering what the hell she was listening to. Her hips started gyrating as she sang
Tic Toc
Hands on the clock
Time to make my body rock
Move with me, you get me
So hot that I can't stop

She turned around from the stove, jumping when she spotted me in the doorway.

“Edward!” Her face flushed as she pulled the buds from her ear.
“What are you doing down here?” I chuckled,

“Enjoying the show” Her face turned pink, as I started walking towards her.

“Besides, I fell asleep with a warm beautiful woman next to me and woke up alone. I thought I was abandoned.” I reached out pulling her in my arms

“I was going to surprise you with breakfast in bed.” she replied looking up at me through her lashes.

“Oh, I was surprised” I said tugging on her ear buds. “I get breakfast and a floor show? How much more can one man ask for?” her blush making me grin

Our lips met, mouths parting, I growled as she pulled my bottom lip between her teeth.

“You’re going to get in trouble.” she shook her head, acting innocent

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, the kitchen is mine”

“No my sweet, only the table” her eyes widen in shock at my reminder

“What? I think we need to renegotiate” her hands were on her hips as she tried looking stern.

“I’ll renegotiate” I said swatting her bottom.

“Ohhh.. I like those kinds of negotiations.” her mock sterness replaced with a joyful glee as she wiggled her bottom against my hands,

“Do you now?”

‘Ah huh.”

“What’s for breakfast?” I asked looking over her shoulder as she moved away from me sighing

“I offer you renegotiations and you want food.” she sighed in mock irritation.

“Ah first things first and I never head into negotiations on an empty stomach” Bella sighed, I placed a chaste kiss in her lips before she moved away from me.

“The coffee is ready, and the flapjacks and bacon will be done in a minute.” I sat down with the paper and coffee. She put a place mat in front of me, and brought over the condiments. Reaching out for her hand as she moved by me, our eyes met; as I placed a kiss on the hand I was holding. The whole situation seemed very domestic, and for a split second I thought this is something I could get use to.

While we were eating, she was quiet, and I really needed to talk to her “About last night” I began.

“I’m sorry about that” her voice was quiet and I wasn’t sure what she was talking about.

“Sometimes I have nightmares” Oh, that’s what she meant.

“You don’t have to be sorry for that” I told her picking her hand up in mine, our eyes met and she smiled shyly.

“I was talking about our session”

“Oh, what about it” her blush was back, every time I see it, it makes me smile.

“I was just wondering if you were alright with the way things went. Was there anything you didn’t like?” Bella’s expression changed and I could see her thinking, before the blush crept back on her face.

“No, I liked it all.” I took a deep breath , I was going to have to be more specific.

“How about when I was chastising you? How did that make you feel?” her bottom lip went between her teeth.

“I’m waiting”

“May I have a minute to think?” I nodded watching her get her thoughts in order.

“I...can I say I now?”

“You’re at the table.” I reminded her. She took a deep breath

“Ok, I felt bad, like I left you down. I didn’t realize you wanted me to keep a record of my diet or exercise. Do you want me to record my sleeping also?”

“That would be best, and if you didn’t completely understand you should have asked for clarification.”

“I should have, but I didn’t know. Even so, I felt like a naughty child, and like you were disappointed in me. I didn’t like that, not what you were saying. But that feeling of… shame... Yet” she sighed before continuing
“I don’t know, it kind of turned me on in a way. Is that messed up?”

“No.” I answered her very quickly. I knew that she turned on; at first I wasn’t completely sure, because her body’s reactions are new to me. But I could sense her excitement. That’s why I wanted to feel her sex, see if she was wet or not, and yes she was dipping, she broke into my train of thought.

“I mean normal people don’t get off on being humiliated or flogged. But I guess I never been normal” the last part of her opinion came out in a whispered mumble.

“Isabella look at me” as she did I continued “Who’s to say what is normal? Joe Shmoe across the street might look at what goes on here as being sick and deviant. Yet to him getting drunk every day, cheating on his wife or stealing from his office is an everyday normal occurrence. Now you and I would look at that and say, that’s not normal, but to him it is. We can’t live our lives by what other people think. We have to live them to the best of our ability to be happy and fulfilled and if that means, going against what the social norm is.’ My words paused while I thought of what I wanted to say.

“If we are two adults and we are not hurting anybody. What do we care what society says is normal?”
Bella was quiet, sipping coffee.

“You’re right, I know that.”

“I didn’t push your limits at all? Could you do more? Or was that enough for the time being?”

“No, it was good; you could have probably pushed a little more, but not a whole lot.” I chuckled

“Ok a little more” I held up my separated fingers. I wanted to get a base line on her, so I would have a better understanding of her reactions, before I started pushing her boundaries.

“Now other than that, are there any more thoughts on what happen last night?”

“I don’t think so, but if I have anything that pops in my head, can I ask you later?” I smiled of course she could, she could bring it up next year if she had to.

“Absolutely, never be hesitant to talk to me, ask me questions. The only thing I never want to hear from you is that I went too far. If I have gone too far you should have said yellow.” She nodded, I smiled at her

“That my dear, is how we will grow” I got up from the table taking my plate with me to put in the sink.

“Wait here, have another cup of coffee and get your thinking cap on.” As I left the kitchen, she was moving with her plate. I went to my desk to retrieve the calendar and her journal along with a pen.

“Here you go” placing the calendar in front of her

“I need as much of your schedule on this as possible. It will be kept on the refrigerator; I need you to keep me up date. It’s yours; feel free to write on it anytime.” Bella looked at me with innocent eyes.

“May I go get my calendar?”

“Go ahead” I answered as I finished clearing the table. Once she had the calendar filled out, I placed it on the refrigerator.

“Isabella, make sure you check this, because I will be writing things on it also. I try to remember to tell you everything, but I’m only human and sometimes, things slip my mind. But even if I didn’t tell you something, and it is on the calendar, it is your responsibility to be prepared for that. If you’re not, I will be disappointed. We clear on that?”

“Yes Sir, check the calendar, often” she added with a smirk.

I sat back down in my chair, feeling slightly isolated. I had not gotten to touch her in over an hour and I really wanted to feel that tingly sensation I get whenever I come into contact with her skin.

“Come here” I held my hand out to her. She took it without reservation; I drew her into my lap. My chin rested on her shoulder, while my hands drew a long slow line up her thighs. When I got to the junction, I realized she didn’t have on any panties.

“Oh, my naughty girl, what am I going to do with you?” I asked pulling the small tuff of hair.

“Mmm...I don’t know” she said snuggling into my chest.

“I have something for you” I cooed in her ear, kissing her neck as bottom wiggled.

“I know I feel it” her giggle making me harder.

“That’s not what I mean” I growled handing her the journal.

“You should use this to track your daily activities.” Bella took the burnt orange journal from me, opening it up.
“You can either write in it directly, or use a separate paper and insert it. Either way it needs to be in here. You should also use this to write, your thoughts, fears and hopes. It doesn’t have to be only on our relationship, it could be about anything.”

As she turned to the first page, she read.

Isabella,
Your thoughts are my thoughts
Your dreams are my dreams
Your hopes, wishes and fears
Are all mine too.

Share them with me
Through words on a page
Open up your heart and your mind
Allow me to see the soul that is you
Edward

“You want to read what I write?”

“Yes I do. There cannot be any secretes between us. You have to be very open with me. Writing will give you the freedom to express yourself. I won’t read it all the time. But you should know that there is always the possibility of it happening. Turn the page.” As she did, she gasps.

“I have a writing assignment?”

“Yes you do. You should have your journal with you at all times. You never know when I will ask for it. On Wednesday’s I will write what I what you to reflect upon and write about. When you come on Friday, it should be done, and placed here on the table for me to see, along with your activity charts. Those I will always look at.”

“How long should the response be? Is there a word count?” the expression on her face made me chuckle.

“No, some responses may only be a paragraph or two. Others might be a few pages. Unless I specifically tell you a word count, just express yourself until you feel like you conveyed everything you want to say on the subject.” Bella was really silent; I swept my hand through her hair

“What are you thinking? Is this more than you are bargaining for?” I tried to look in her eyes, but she kept them down on the journal.

“Yes and No” I didn’t reply I wanted her to explain on her own. It took a minute.

“It’s not that I mind or that I find it unreasonable, it’s just…How personal should I be? How much do you want to know?”

“You are to be as personal as you want to be, you write what you want, knowing that there is a possibility I will read it.” I knew that at first, she would be conservative in what she put down on paper. But as time goes on, and we grow together, she should be much more open with me.

“What if you read something you don’t like?” She was concerned about this; I could hear it in her voice. “You will never be punished for anything written in here” I said tapping the journal. “the only reason you would be punished is if you don’t write on the subject I gave you.” She would also be punished if I see that she procrastinated and quickly got it done, but I didn’t tell her that. Just as with her limits it would take me few weeks to get a feel of her base line. She sighed

“Alright, I can do this, carry it, and write in it, daily activities…got it.”

“That’s my girl”

After leaving the kitchen this morning, I took her again on my bed. It was slow and easy, we just enjoyed touching and feeling each other until we reached our mutual release. She declined showering with me, saying that she had nothing clean to put on, and she was just going home to scrub her floors anyway. We left my house together, she was in my t-shirt and rolled up boxers, and she looked sexy as hell, with that I just been thoroughly fucked look in her eyes.

The lab final was finished, I had a stack of papers in my bag that needed to be graded and I was heading over to the jeweler to pick up the collar I had ordered for Bella. The store is owned by one of the club members. Felix designs and makes collars for his special clientele.

I had called him on Monday to tell him what I had in mind. Yesterday afternoon he had me come into the shop to check the width and to pick out the stone for the pendant. I was torn between blue and purple. I went with blue, and was very pleased to hear that Alice had done Bella’s dress in blue. So that must be a good color for her. Alice and my mother have an eye for these things.

Felix was waiting on another customer, when I arrived. He glanced up giving me a nod of acknowledgement. I strolled around the shop, looking at other merchandise. A silver locket caught my eye. When Felix was free, I had him show me the locket, while he retrieved the collar.

It was oval with an antique scroll finish. When it was opened one side had an inscription ‘More than my own life’ leaving the other side free for a photo. I would have to reduce the print I was thinking of, but I believed it would work.

Felix came back with a dark blue velvet box. The collar was nestled inside. I smiled; it was perfect, durable yet delicate, just like Isabella. Picking it up, Felix handed me a small key that looked like a curved six sided Allen wrench. He showed me how to work the locking mechanism.

“When do I get to meet her?” Felix asked with unsuppressed interest. I gave him a look of distain, his hands came up in a sign of surrender.

“I’m just wondering, I wasn’t aware that you were with anyone special.”

“Yeah well, Isabella is very special, and I believe we will be at the club Saturday at least for an hour or so.”

“Well then you will have to introduce us.” I wasn’t sure I would let her talk to him, but I would let people know she was mine, and the collar would say everything she could not.

“I’m sure I will. I’m going to take the locket also.”

It was almost two by the time I arrived at home. The grades had to in by eight am Monday, and I wanted to have them done by tomorrow night. This would be the first full weekend with Bella, and I didn’t want to have to interrupt our time together with work. It was with that thought in mind that I spent the rest of the afternoon marking papers, getting through half of them.

At four o’clock I called Bella, to see how her day was going, and what she was doing for dinner. Her phone went straight to voice mail, which meant she either turned it off or it ran out of battery life. Either way, I wasn’t happy about it. Ten minutes later my phone rang, thinking it was Bella, I answered without looking.

“Hello, why was your phone off?” I was surprised by the voice on the other end

“Edward?”

“Dad? I’m sorry I thought you were Bella” He chuckled before we proceeded to exchange pleasantries and small talk. He finally got to the reason for the call

“About Sunday, I am going to get the steaks on Saturday, and I was wondering if Bella will be accompanying you to the house.” I hadn’t said anything to her; I just assumed that she would be.

“I would yes. I know she is not going home.” he cut me off before I could finish

“I thought her mother died?” I explained the situation to my father

“So Bella doesn’t get along with her step-mother?”

“No, on the contrary they are close.”

“I’m surprised she wouldn’t want to go home than.”

“It’s a very small town dad, and Bella’s ex-husband still lives there, and she prefers not to run into him. Actually, her step-brother is graduating in a few weeks, and I am going to go with her.”

“How bad was the abuse, Edward?” I wasn’t aware that he knew.

“Did she tell you?” He laughed without humor.

“Edward it doesn’t take a genius to figure out something happened. She is a young intelligent woman, who donates a large portion of her time and recourses to a center for abused women. In order for her to continue to do that, for as long as she has with such tenacity, it would have to be something very near and dear to her heart. Otherwise she would have given it up a long time ago. So either Bella or someone she loves very much lived through it” My father’s rationale made sense and he was dead on with if assumption.

“It was really bad dad, I’m not going to go into specifics with you, because I will not betray her trust. It’s her story to tell, not mine.”

“Just be careful Edward, the emotional scars that a battered woman has, carries with her for life. Believe me I know I am talking about.” The way he phrased his word made me think that this wasn’t the physician talking; this was more of personal knowledge. I was going to ask him to elaborate, but my phone beeped with another call.

“I will dad, I have another call” We said our good-byes and I switched calls.

“Bella?” I was relieved when I heard her voice.

“Hi Edward, I’m sorry my phone was off. I went with Leah to her yoga sessions.” Leah’s does yoga, in her condition?

“That’s alright I was just worried. I was wondering what you are doing for dinner, would you like to go out.”

“Out? You mean like a date?” I laughed

“I suppose you could call it that.” I heard her muffled voice talk to someone else ‘see I told you’

“Bella?”

“Yes, Edward, I would love to go on a date with you.” Her tone of voice had smugness to it and I couldn’t for the life of me figure out why. I told her I was going to call for reservations and I would call her back.

After getting a reservation I called Bella, telling her that I would pick her up at six. That gave us a little over an hour, I tried for a later time, but the restaurant was booked solid. I showered and dressed wearing dark gray Christian Dior pants and a white Armani polo shirt. I tried to do something with my hair, but ended up, running my fingers through it and letting it air dry. I got to Bella’s a few minutes early, Seth greeted me at the door, as I left myself in.

“Hey boy, you coming to my house tomorrow?” Yes I was asking the dog a question. Bella called out from her room.

“Edward?”

“Yeah Baby, it’s me.” I said walking into the living room as she came around the corner.

“Hi” her smile was bright and engaging, her hand was adjusting an earring. I took in her appearance. She was wearing a light gray sleeveless dress that came half way down her thighs. The material clung to her body, showing off her flat stomach and round hips, her breast nestled perfectly in the material that fell around her neck, showing an ideal amount of cleavage.

“Hello to you.” I said as I finished taking her in. Her hair was placed high on her head, but the ends still hung down to her shoulders. I kissed her softly, and as I took her in my arms, I could feel her body meld to mine.

“You’re absolutely stunning”

“Thank you. You look mighty handsome yourself” she said as her hand trailed across my chest.

“I just need my shoes and feed Seth, and then I’ll be ready.”

“I’ll feed Seth, you do what you have to do” I had just finished in the kitchen, when she came into the room, with a white purse over her shoulders and wearing a pair of black and gray heels, she was perfect.

“Ready?” She answered yes and we left.Driving south out of the city, Bella looked over at me.

“Where are we going?”

“Gig Harbor, I wanted a later reservation, in case of traffic, but they could only fit us in at seven-thirty. I think we will be fine.” We made some small talk about our day; she asked how the last final went and what I did the rest of the day. As I was telling her, I was reminded about the conversation with my father.

“Sunday we will have to cut our usual time together short. Every year on Mother’s Day, my family spends the day at my parents we have brunch and then eat dinner, after that Alice usually has us play some kind of game, it’s like an all day affair.” she interrupted me, before I could continue.

“That’s ok, I understand it’s a special day. I’ll just go home.” Her words were simple enough, but the tone of her voice held a trace of regret. I glanced at her; she was looking out her window.

“Bella” I got no reaction, so I tried again

“Isabella” I could see her head move in my direction, when I looked at her she smiled, but I could tell it wasn’t genuine.

“I was expecting you to come with me; I only mentioned it so you knew to bring extra clothes, and a swimming suit.”

“Really?” She was shocked that I would want her to come with me. What is it with this woman? Granted I really didn’t have experience in dealing with a ‘girlfriend’ but still, what would make her think that I did not want her to go with me? We made really good time, traffic was light and we arrived with enough time to spare to take a walk. Opening her door, she took the hand I offered her.

“We have some time, walk with me.” Her arm tucked into mine as we walked, quietly down the marina. The sun was just starting to reflect off the water. I had to know what made her mind work so I asked.

“Bella, have I done or said anything that would make you think that I don’t want to be with you?” She stopped and looked in my eyes

“No, of course not”

“Then why would you be so shocked that I expected you to come with me on Sunday?”

“I just thought, you know that was family stuff, and I would be intruding.” She looked so venerable; she had to start having more self confidence.

“For your information, my father called to ask if you were coming. I think he was expecting you to be there.”

“Really?” again with that innocent look, that made me grin.

“Yes, really.” I kissed her. “Come, let’s get back”

The maître d’ took my name, as he did his eyes raked over Bella. Following him to our seats, I could see him leering at her, yeah that was pissing me off. As we got to the table he began to pull Bella’s chair out but I stopped him.

“I got it” I announced finishing what he started.

“Bella”

“Thank you Edward” I kissed her cheek at hew warm smile, pushing the chair back in for her. When I stood up, I gave the man a look of warning, ‘mine’ had it been acceptable, I’d pull my dick out and piss on her leg just to mark my territory. Once I was seated, he handed Bella her menu

‘Madam” and then handed one to me, along with a wine list. “Sir” His eyes looked back at Bella.

“Enjoy your evening” Bella was oblivious, but I wanted to punch him in the face. She really had absolutely no idea how sexy and alluring she is.

The waiter came over, taking our wine order and explained the daily chef’s specials along with the soup selections. I ordered a bottle of Five Star Cellars Merlot, figuring that was a safe bet, since Bella hadn’t said what she wanted to eat. She told me her selections and when the waiter came back with the wine I order for both of us, while she sat quietly smiling at me. After he left, I lifted my glass, she followed suit clinking I toasted.

“To our first real date”

“Yes, a date” she smirked slightly before taking a drink.

“What was that smirk for?” Bella shook her head, throwing in an eye roll.

“Nothing really, when I was with Leah this afternoon, she said that” She stopped talking, looking around her shoulders to see who was in ear shot, then leaned forward and whispered.

“I was nothing but your fuck-buddy” What?

“Why would she say that?” I couldn’t understand the logic behind the statement. Bella sighed.

“Well, I love her, but she has a habit of speaking before her brain can tell her not too.” I nodded, because I saw that first hand when we had dinner at their house the other night.

“That’s a rude and demeaning statement.” I thought for a minute

“Is that why you emphasized the fact that I asked you on a date?” She sat back taking a sip of wine.

“Yes, I” Bella stopped talking as the waiter brought over her soup and my salad. After he left, I told her to continue with what she was saying. Bella took a spoon of soup.

“Mmmm…” The moan that escaped her made be semi-hard.

“This is really good, do you want to try some?” Her hand was out in front of me. I opened my mouth, to taste what was on the spoon. It was very good. I looked at her expectantly. She smiled.

“I joined the gym, and I am going to go to yoga Tuesday and Thursdays with Leah.” I nodded glad that she was following through with what I asked her to do.

“Make sure you place that on the calendar” Bella nodded in agreement.

“I will. Anyway, as we were leaving, I said something about this up coming weekend, and she said ‘you going to spend it with your fuck buddy?’ Leah was smug and I told her that we were more than that. She got all full of yourself and said ‘you haven’t even been on a real date; all you are to him is someone to screw on a weekly basis.’ So than when you called to ask me out, I couldn’t help but feel superior, I mean I haven’t been on a real date in… I don’t know” I saw the workings of her mind and smiled.

“Eight years?” She smiled back at me.

“I guess…I don’t know, should I call you my boyfriend?” She looked very unsure of herself as I answered.

“Well I suppose it is a loose interpretation of the word boy, but if you are explaining to your friends or family, that would be an appropriate title to use, just so you know that I am more than that.” She was quiet as the waiter brought our entries, when he left, I could tell there was something on her mind.

“What are you thinking?” I had to know. She looked at her shrimp scampi as she asked

“What does your family and friends think we are?” I took a bite of steak before talking

“Well, my family knows exactly what the nature of our relationship is. That I am your Dom and you are my submissive.” I watched her as I spoke.

“But they are also aware that I want to spend time with you outside of those activities. So I guess they think you are my girlfriend with extra benefits.”I smirked at her and she smiled.

“As far as my friends are concerned, I haven’t introduced you to any yet, but when I do, it will be as Isabella, let them surmise what they want from that.” Bella ate a few bites of her meal, I could see her formulating thoughts.

“Edward, how did you get into this lifestyle?” I took a drink then grinned.

“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

“Deal” I talked while we ate. Explaining to her the long and the short of how I found myself in the lifestyle I live.

“It’s slightly different for me Bella. I have a family, who own a club that caters to my lifestyle. Don’t get me wrong, when you’re a kid, it doesn’t mean anything. But as I became a teenager, I knew damn well what happened there.” I took another bite of my dinner, before continuing.

“So of course I played around with it. I thought I was pretty damn cool when a girl would let me blindfold her or tie her hands to the bed. When I came home from college, I worked part-time at the club. I saw how real Dominates behaved and that it was a whole lot more then what I was doing. So…and this is going to sound really strange, but Aro trained me, by letting watch him and my aunt.” Bella’s face was a mask of shock and disgust.

“I didn’t watch the sexual acts. He and Jane live 24/7. Jane only refers to him as Master and to herself in the third person, and they are in constant Dom/slave mode.” The waiter came over to check on us, when he left Bella asked

“How does that work? It sounds exhausting.” I chuckled

“It’s very repetitious, it’s a lifestyle built on ritual, and I suppose it could be exhausting. But it works for them. Jane needs the constant slave mode and Aro gives it to her.” Bella broke off a piece of bread, dipping the end into the garlic sauce, before biting it off.

“So then what happened?” she asked as she caught me watching her.

“So after about six months I met Irena. We got together, it worked well for a few months, but she needed more then I could give and we parted.” Bella took another drink of wine, eyeing me.

“What did she need?” I thought for a second as I chewed, trying to think of what I could safely share with her. I didn’t want to betray Irena’s trust but at the same time, I told Bella she could ask me anything, and I wasn’t going to lie to her.

“Irena is a switch, she wanted me to switch, I couldn’t. I can play, but I can’t go full sub mode. She understood and we parted ways for her to explore the Dominate side. Also, our limits didn’t mesh well together; she is into something’s that I just will not do.” As I was saying this I made a mental note to speak to her about how our limits were very much in sync. I continued while she listened intently

“So after we separated, I took a lot of workshops.” Bella wiped her mouth then asked.

“What kind of workshops?” I poured us each some more wine, while I answered her question.

“All kinds, Rope bondage, flogging, whips, canning, humiliation, all the workshops were geared to Doms and I learned a lot.”

‘What was your favorite?” She asked with a smile.

“My favorite workshop?” She nodded

“Bondage, I attended a lot of different bondage seminars.” Bella practically beamed.

“I think I really like bondage too, although that flogger last night was pretty fantastic.” She giggled, while I smirked

“Well my dear, I’m very glad you liked it.” Her blush was in full force. Bella’s dinner was half eaten and she sat back in her chair, holding her glass.

“Then what happened? I mean…If you didn’t have a submissive, who did you… practice on?” She was genuinely curious, but I had already explain some of this to her.

“I told you, I would scene with subs from the club. There were three or four that I would be with depending on what I wanted to do. Then I was with Tanya and we fit well together for the most part. But she wasn’t honest with me. I caught her many times being untruthful. And as you know, trust and honesty are the back bone of any relationship, but especially to one such as ours. Then one day she was just gone, moved to Alaska with a couple from the club, she’s been gone for over a year. Now the three of them are back.” Bella was very quiet

“What are you thinking?” She took a sip of her wine, finishing the glass.

“I was just kind of wondering how many women you have been with.” I sighed wiping my mouth.

“I’m no saint Bella, and I always use protection. I wish I could honestly tell you a there was only one or two, but that would be a lie. The number is somewhere around a dozen.” Her face fell, I asked her if she wanted more wine, she bit her bottom lip holding out the glass while I poured.

“So all them women and you never took any home to meet your mother?” I thought about it refilling my glass also then chuckled.

“No I never did.”

‘Why?’ I shrugged

“I don’t know Bella, the relationship I had with them was simply just for the scene, nothing more. Even Tanya, who I was with for almost a year, I never took her with me. Like on this Sunday, I would have said her absolutely you’re going home.” The waiter came over to see if Bella wanted to take her food home. She was quiet; I spoke without looking away from her.

“Yes she does and we will take the rest of the bottle with us also.” He left with Bella’s plate; my hand went across the table. My palm was up, waiting for hers. She smiled leaning forward, placing her hand in mine, my thumb traced small circles over her wrist.

“I told you Isabella, it’s different with you. I want to be with you and not just to tie you up and flog you in my playroom.” As I said the last words, our waiter returned. He was eyeing our hands and then raked over Bella to the point where she was becoming uncomfortable. I figured he must have heard the last part of our conversation and I really didn’t like the way he was looking at her.

Clearing my throat, his eyes finally meeting mine, when they did, I inclined my head raising my eyebrows.

“Excuse me Sir” he stammered.

“Will there be anything else?” I was annoyed and it showed in my voice.

“Yes, two coffees, a gelato sampler and an apology to the lady” Bella tried to sit back, but I held her hand firmly

“Of course Sir, and my apologies madam” he inclined his head towards her.

“I certainly did not mean to make you uncomfortable” Bella still didn’t say anything and I was glad about that. “I will be right back with your coffee” I nodded once towards him in dismissal.

“I’m sorry baby, I didn’t realize he was so close to us until it was too late”

“That’s ok; he just gave me the creeps the way he was staring.” Yeah I saw that, which is why I made him apologize

“Now what was I saying?”

“Ummm…something about being tied up and flogged?” she giggled

‘Oh yes…all the others that was all I wanted them for. But I want the entire thing with you.” She dropped her eyes from mine.

“I just don’t understand why.” Our waiter was back, I released the hold I had on her hand, allowing us to sit back. The waiter placed our items on the table and walked away without saying a word. Bella stirred cream into her coffee, as I watched her she must have sensed my gaze, because she looked in my eyes.

“You don’t see yourself the way others see you. That fact is so plain and I don’t know if it’s from what has happened in your life or if that’s just the way you are. Either way I find you fascinating, you’re always surprising me. You my dear are going to keep me on my toes, and that’s a good thing” I practically growled the last words at her. I stretched my hand to her.

“Come closer to me” She stood, scooting her chair so she was sitting to the left of me. I brought her coffee cup over setting it along side mine, while my arm stretched out along the back of her chair. Leaning over I placed a small kiss at the junction under her ear, whispering.

“This is much better, my Bella” Her breathing hitched as my breath touched her skin – I loved that reaction – picking up the spoon, I brought some gelato to her lips.

“Let me feed you my pet.” Her lips parted slightly.

“Wider my pet” Bella’s mouth opened her tongue spreading moisture along her bottom lip. Her mouth wrapped around the spoon, contouring the shape as I withdrew it. My eyes watched as her tongue peeked out ever so slightly. My dick hardened, and I had to suppress the groan as a satisfied moan of bliss escaped her. When our eyes met, hers were laden with lust; I kissed her forehead before bringing the spoon to her lips once again.

We sat relatively quiet finishing the gelato and cookies along with our coffee. I’m sure people were watching us, but there was nothing obscene about what we were doing, so let them look. As we left the restaurant, with a half bottle of wine, and Bella’s unfinished dinner, I caught sight of our waiter scrutinizing her. I threw him a warning glance and he looked away quickly. That’s right asshole; keep your eyes to yourself.

Bella was safely tucked into the seatbelt and I was climbing in behind the steering wheel. As we pulled out of the parking lot, I turned the radio down until it was just background, glanced her way before saying.

“Now, my dearest I believe it is your turn.” She looked at me slightly confused. I gave her a smirk.

“Oh” she gasp “My story?” it was a question. I didn’t answer I just waited. Finally she spoke.

“I’m not sure where to begin” I thought maybe I could help her.

“How did you come in contact with Aro?” That was all she needed to get started she sighed lightly before talking.

“I came from a marriage that was…horrible from the very beginning. I should have seen it coming, but I was young and really had no experience with men. I never talked to anyone about relationships and never about sex. Well… I mean other than what teenage girls talk about. So I didn’t know that what was going on wasn’t…normal.” She stopped talking again; I assumed she was gathering her thoughts.

“Do you want to hear about my first time?” I could see her head turn in my direction waiting for my answer. Did I want hear this? If I was being honest no I did not, but I suppose I was going to have to, so I nodded my head once in consent.

“It was junior prom, cliché right?” I smiled because she was right.

“Anyway, I worked part-time at the supermarket and I saved money to buy my dress. It was pink organza, I love the color pink and I loved that dress. We had been going out for almost five months, and I told him that after prom I would have sex with him. Anyway the dance was over and we went to an after party. Charlie left me go, because Leah was going and there was suppose to be chaperones. When we got to the house, the bon fire was already started and most of the kids were out back. James took my arm guiding me upstairs, he was really impatient, me not so much, but I did agree.” I listened as she told the story, her voice was robotic it held no emotion at all.
“He took me into one of the bedrooms and before I could tell what was happening, he ripped my dress off. I tried to tell him to wait and go slow, but his lips crushed to mine and I couldn’t speak. He grabbed me by the arms, and pushed me on the bed. He held my arms so tightly that my fingers were going numb. Then he was inside me, and it hurt so bad, I cried and asked him to stop. But he wouldn’t, he said it was supposed to hurt the first time and that it was normal. And I remember hearing that from Leah and other girls, so I shut up. When it was over he went down to the party, I just laid there. I was so embarrassed and felt dirty and I curled on the bed thinking there must be something wrong with me, because it didn’t feel good at all.”

I gripped the steering wheel so tightly trying to keep myself under control. I wanted to say something to her, but she drew in along breath and continued talking.

“James came back up later, he had been drinking, and I tried to pretend I was asleep, but he didn’t care. His mouth was all over me, biting and sucking and I just wanted it to stop. I said ‘please’ and he thought I wanted him to do it to me again, so he did. And I thought the first time hurt, the second was worse. I was sore and it burned so bad.”

My hand came out to touch hers, she flinched slightly, but then calmed.

“That wasn’t sex baby.”

“I know that now, then I didn’t know. So in the morning, I took a shower I had dried blood on my leg and was covered with his spunk” What?

“He didn’t use a condom?”

“No…he pulled out and came on my stomach and breast. Anyway I looked in the mirror my upper arms had bruises that looked like hand prints on them. My stomach and breast were covered with huge hickies and bit marks. It made me want to throw up. When he took me home he handed me my bag with the torn dress in it and said ‘I know it was your first time Bella, you’ll get better’ so I thought I would… get better, like it was all on me” Bella laughed without humor.

“Sex never got better, in fact it got worse. He would do things to me…” her voice sounded far away.

“…when I started my thesis. I picked my topic with the concentration to depict the abuse of the submissive. Because I couldn’t understand how someone could want to be abused, would find pleasure in what I went through, the box, the fistings, the beating, oh god the things he would put inside me.” She shuddered and I wondered not for the first time how fucking revolting that animal was. My mind came back to her voice as she continued to talk.

“Someone would have to be sick and depraved to find any of those acts enjoyable. So I started my research with books and internet information. But I needed an actual person and I wanted to do a survey of real people who engaged in power exchange. When I called New Moon, Aro wasn’t interested at first, but he did answer some questions. After more phone calls, he finally met with me and from there we would meet at least once a month, and be in contact through e-mail and phone calls.”

“Throughout that year when we would meet, he would ask me questions that had me looking at myself and my dissertation topic changed, instead of it showing a picture of abuse, it showed a picture of love, respect and acceptance. I knew that the reason I allowed James so much control, was because of my submissive nature.” What did she just say?

“Bella that asshole is not a Dom…” I wasn’t even sure he was human, fucking monster.

“I know that Edward, as I talked with Aro and did more research, I knew that James was sick and abusive. There was no consent, there was no mutual pleasure. Just his demented view of what he wanted to do. He fed on my insecurities, keeping me weak and dependant. A true Dominate wants to build up, make their submissive stronger. Help her to overcome her fears not use them against her.” I smiled, because she was right about that. The stronger she is physically and emotionally, the better our relationship is.

“So like I said, I was educating myself on my topic and I found myself fantasizing about what I read, and becoming excited over it. Which was a first” She chuckled

“Oh my god, James would be so mad if he knew how sexually excited I get.”

“Are you telling me, you never got excited with him at all?”

“No, in fact…” her voice trailed off, I chanced a glance at her and she was blushing

“What?” I had to know what that blush was for.

“I …the other night on the couch?”

“Yeah?”

“Well, that was the first orgasm I ever had with someone else” Did she just say, she never had an orgasm?

“What? Never? Ever?” To say I was shocked was an understatement. She sighed

“I didn’t ever have an orgasm until I was on my own and then the only reason I even masturbated at all was because I would come up with all these scenarios in my head and I would get so turned on. The first time I brought myself to release I was amazed, and I thought that’s what it is supposed to feel like, no wonder people like it.” She laughed making me laugh with her.

“So then I went through the whole, Bella you are one sick puppy, getting turned on by thoughts of being shackled to a bed and having someone hit you with a crop. Because only someone sick would want something so degrading. But as I talked to submissive’s both male and female, I began to see the picture of affection, trust and acceptance. There was nothing degrading about it, if anything they were treated with a higher degree of respect then I ever was. And I wanted that, with the shackle and crop thrown in.” she giggled.

“Aro, gave me that card over a year ago, right after my thesis was done. I gave him a copy of my final draft, as we had agreed on”

“What do you mean?”

“Once we started meeting on a regular basis the agreement was that I give him a copy to read before I turn it in, and make any changes that he thought had to be made. He didn’t want me to insinuate that the submissive was in anyway being demeaned or treated without the respect they deserved.” I didn’t tell Bella I read that draft, or that I was there the day Aro’s signed copy arrived.

“I see. So what took you so long to come to the club?” Bella thought then sighed.

“Several things really, I was worried that maybe one of my students might be there. I also needed someone to go with me, and it took some talking to get Jake to go.” she giggled

“He really had a hard time understanding why I wanted to go so bad. He almost cancelled on me that morning. And then I was just plain scared, it’s the whole unknown thing.”

“You want to know something?” I asked her. She turned slightly in her seat towards me.

“I wasn’t supposed to be there Thursday night. I never work open door nights. I very rarely even go. That’s Emmet’s gig, I filled in because he was having that party” Her hand ran down the length of my arm.

“I’m glad, you were there” I took her hand in mine drawing it to my mouth, placing a kiss there.

“I’m glad too.”

I pulled into her driveway, shutting off the car, and opening the door for her. I walked her to the back door, watching Seth come through his doggie door.

“Do you want to come in for a little while?” I smiled at her.

“One glass of wine?” She asked with a pleading voice, shifting her weight to her toes, pressing her body against mine and kissing my cheek before finding my lips. I sighed

“You sure do drive a hard bargain” grinding my erection into her hip.

“One glass, that’s it”

The only light on in her house was a small one over the stove, and a table lamp in the living room. Seth greeted us with enthusiasm, as we sat down on the couch with wine glasses in hand. She leaned over taking off her shoes, before relaxing into my body. My arm wrapped around her in possession and protection.

“Bella, what made you think you could embrace this lifestyle?”

“I don’t really know” Her body moved so she could look in my eyes.

“I mean, I’m not sure what I will or will not enjoy. It’s kind of like pâté; everyone says how good it is. But, have you ever tried it, that stuff is disgusting. Different strokes for different folks and all that.” I chuckled at her analogy

“I happen to like pâté, I’m sure there will be some there on Sunday, perhaps you should try it?” Her body shook in disgust

“I could always make you.” I was teasing her she answered firmly.

“I’m not afraid of you Edward Cullen” I chuckled

“I don’t want your fear Isabella, I want your respect and trust.” Her small body leaned into mine once more.

“That you have.”

“Speaking of different strokes, I wanted to mention to you how closely our limits fall together. I know you have very little experience, but all your hard limits except for one or two are all thing I don’t participate in at all. All your other limits are all something we will work with to find out just how much you enjoy them. I was wondering through, what do you want to get pierced and tattooed?” She sat up slightly taking a drink.

“This wine is really good by the way, it was a good choice.” I chuckled

“It is good and you’re stalling”

“My nipples and my belly button, and a tramp stamp, something feminine with roses and butterflies surrounded by intricate scroll work.” I could picture it in my head how that would look on her body and I had to admit it looked pretty damn hot.

“Why didn’t you do it before?” She sighed

“I don’t know, I wasn’t sure where to go and part of me is a little chicken” I chuckled at her admission

“Well the piercings take a few weeks to heal and if you’re going to do the nipples you should do the clit also. But maybe before you get piercings done we should toughen up those areas for you.” Yes I was getting slightly cocky and I grinned as she squirmed in the seat next to me.

“The tattoo, if you really want it, I know a shop that is run by one of the Doms at the club. I’m told he does excellent work. So if you want I could take you.”

“Really?” She asked with shock.

“Yes really, I think that would look great on you and I know and trust him, and I certainly wouldn’t let you go alone. So if you’re really serious I can speak to him on Saturday night, to find when he is available.” her face literally lit up with excitement.

“That would be so awesome! I wonder how long it takes to heal.” The mutter of words came from her mouth so silently I barely heard her. She asked an honest question, but I didn’t have the answer

“I believe just a few days, a week at the most but that will be a question I’ll ask him.” I finished my glass and true to my word I was going to leave.

“Are you going home now?” I smiled at her.

“Don’t sound so dejected, if you show me your journal and it is completely done, I’ll stay” Bella smiled half heartedly.

“But it’s not due until tomorrow, and it is almost finished. I only have one more point to make” The whine in her voice almost made me laugh; I had to clamp my teeth together to hold it in. I was glad that she had most of it done that was a good sign.

“See my dear this is one of those times when you should be thinking ahead.”

“Will this happen often?” Brown eyes blinked softly through long lashes in an innocent expression. I ran the back of my hand over her jaw

‘It’s very possible my dearest. It will do you good to remember not to dawdle with your assignments. Because you never know when a reward will come your way.” She was quiet I assumed she was thinking about what I just said.

“Alright, I just figured I would finish it tonight or tomorrow.” I raised my eyebrows.

“Now how are you going to do that? You have to be in bed very soon; tomorrow you work at the center all day, and have to fit in your exercise time. When are you planning to do this?” I wanted to know what she was thinking.

Her eyes were glued to the floor with her bottom lip tucked firmly between her teeth.

“I know what I want to write, I just needed to get my thoughts together, I was going to take a lunch with me instead of going out and finish it then.” Bella never took her eyes off the floor, so I raised her chin with my finger.

“Do you often take lunch with you, or do you normally go out?” Her eyes were searching mine for what I wasn’t sure.

“Carol and I usually go out for lunch on Fridays.” I nodded

“So because you didn’t get your work done, you are going to leave your friend down.” Tears started to form in her eyes, I didn’t mean for her to cry, I just wanted her to think how her actions affect other people.

“I didn’t think of it like that” Drawing her into a hug, I ran my hand down the length of her back.

“It’s alright Bella, don’t be upset, just come up with a different plan that’s all.” I kissed the top of her head, holding her tightly. She nodded her head against my chest, before looking up at me.

“I had a really nice evening Edward, dinner was great, thank you for taking me.” Her voice didn’t sound sad, she almost sounded resolved.

“You’re very welcome; I had a really nice evening too.” My lips met hers gently, but she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me closer to her. Our mouths opened and the simple kissed turn very heated. My hands dropped to her bottom and through the thin material of her dress I felt no panties. I caught her moan in my mouth making me groan with want. Taking a deep breath I pulled back from her. There was smugness to her expression that made me chuckle

“You can be quite the naughty girl sometimes.”

“You said you like me feisty”

“Ahhh…yes I did, and I do. However naughty girls get spanked.” I reminded her scooping her up swiftly and flinging her over my shoulder.

“Edward!” she exclaimed laughing. Her hand smacked my ass as I walked to her room; I swatted her bottom slightly harder.

“Awe! that one smarted” I chuckled while she wiggled her butt by my face.

When we got to her room, I stood over the bed, plopping her in the middle. Her body bounced once before I grasp her ankles, tugging her closer to me. As she slid along the bed, her dress slithered up her thighs, I could see a small patch of red silk, she had on some kind of panties. My hands roamed up her legs pushing the material higher over her hips. When I looked in her eyes, pure desire sparkled in them. In one swift motion, I was sitting on the edge of the bed, and she was over my knee, with her dress pushed over her hips and your thong-clad ass at the perfect level.

“As I said naughty girls get spanked, but perhaps that was your intention all along.” Bella gasp

“I wasn’t naughty” I swatted her

“No talking” Her bottom squirmed against my hand and a soft clear sound of pleasure escaped her throat

“Oh yes my dear, I believe you would enjoy that very much.” My hand came down again, and as I rubbed the spot I just struck, her bottom rose, asking for another, and I obliged. With each swat, her bottom turned pinker and her sounds of pleasure grew to a loud moan.

My finger slipped under the thin piece of cloth that she called panties, entering her slick wet center. Her bottom rose in the air and her hand grasp my hard cock through my pants.

“Isabella” I growled out her name, as her hand began stocking me. My hips thrust up to meet her movements as my fingers pumped in and out of her. I could feel her body start to tense, so I removed my hand and went back to spanking her bottom. Alternating between swats and softly rubbing. Her hand never left my cock, and I was starting to lose my composure. My fingers moved back into her wetness, sliding through the soft skin pressing against her clit with each pass. Bella let a primal moan that cause my dick to twitch and her hand to cease its movements.

With each pass my hand made through her slickness, I found a new spot to slap on her now pink and warm bottom. After a few more passes, I stopped meeting her clit, and she whimpered against my leg trying futilely to meet my fingers. My hands grasp her hips to help steady her.

“Take off your dress and kneel Isabella” She stood sweeping the dress over her head and sinking to a kneeling position in front of me. I shifted to stand, opening my pants and taking off my shirt. Stepping out of my trousers and boxers, my cock sprang to attention. I sat back on the edge of the bed.

“Now Isabella, show me how much you appreciate the spanking you got.”

A smile came across her face before she moved her head closer to me. Her tongue made one long sweep up my shaft swirling over the tip. Then back down again, as she moved back up, her lips opened wide taking more than half of me into her warm wet mouth. She moved her head slowly, with each up stroke her tongue swirled around me. Each time she went down, it felt like she took more of me into her. She started a steady rhythm moving her head up and down over my shaft. My hands gripped the sides of the bed as the pressure started to build. Her head slowly slid down me until the head of my cock hit the back of her throat.

“Fuck, damn Isabella” on the upward motion her tongue swirled in circles around my whole shaft making me hiss.

“Jesus Christ” Grazing her teeth lightly over the head. A groan escaped my mouth, and then she did the whole motion at a faster pace. I couldn’t hold it anymore my balls were going to burst, my dick started twitching. Her mouth sucked my dick in as far as it would go, and she used her throat and cheeks to create the most exquisite suction. She moaned around my dick and the vibration was too much, I grabbed the bed spread, and fucking came if spurts down her throat. I thought for sure she would gag, but the action in her throat never wavered.

Her mouth moved slowly up my cock, lapping over the head. When she left me go, she placed small kisses on the tip, licking the last bit of cum off.

“God baby, you do that so well.” Bella’s eyes met mine as the back of my hand trace the contour of her cheek. When I got to her mouth, she placed a small kiss on my finger.

“Stand Isabella” As she stood I helped to steady her, turning her so her back was to me. My hands ran over her still slightly pink bottom. I could hear her breathing pick up as she started to fidget.

“Hold still” I said with a swat to her butt.

“Ahhh..” She moaned. I smirked to myself because she was more than I could have ever asked for.

“Would you like more Isabella?” Her answer was low and breathless.

“Yes Sir…please” God, I loved when she said please in that voice. My fingers slid the sides of her soaked thong down over her legs where I left them pool on the floor at her feet. Standing behind her, my hands opened the clasp on her bra, sliding the straps over her shoulder and down her arms, and then firmly grasping her breast in my hands, rubbing my thumbs over her perk nibbles. I kissed down her neck as her chest thrust outward.

“Mmm…” she sighed in my neck placing a soft kiss under my chin.

“You are so beautiful Isabella” My left hand continued teasing her nipple as my right hand moved down over her belly into the slickness of her sex. She sucked in a deep breath as my fingers traced circles over her clit. Both hands used more pressure, and her hips began to gyrate. I halted my movements.

“Hold still” I warned her tugging hard on the small tuff of hair. She whimpered and I wasn’t sure if it was from the loss of contact or the pain. When she had settled I picked right back up with more fervor. It wasn’t long before she was withering; her hands came up behind my head as she used my body for support. Her breathing turned to pants as sounds of wanton pleasure escaped her .

“Augh…ohhh…ohhh…ple...ohh…god...” Her clit was literally pulsing under my finger.

“Let it go Isabella” I simultaneously pinched her nipple and applied more pressure to her clit making her scream out my name as her body first tensed then trembled before finally sagging against my chest.

I tighten my arms to give her support, but didn’t stop the activities of my hands. Bella shuddered once more, moaning loudly. I slowed my hands, bringing her back down. Once she had her breathing under control I loosened the hold I had on her. I brought juice cover fingers up to my mouth, tasting her. Bella’s eyes were on hand.

“Do you want to taste my pet?” She nodded her voice still faint.

“Yes Sir…please?” I kissed her mouth, letting her taste herself on my lips as my finger dipped back in to her.
“Here, taste how sweet the juice from my pussy is”

Bella opened her mouth, greedily sucking the nectar off my finger. As I withdrew them I replaced them with my tongue. Between making her cum and tasting her essence in her own mouth, my dick was throbbing again. I pulled back from her turning us so she faced the bed. I pushed her head and back down so she leaned over resting her upper body on her palms. When I bent down to get the condom from my pocket, I lifted her right leg placing her foot on the mattress. My hand ran over her bottom, giving it a swat, and then another to reward her for the moan that escaped her throat.

Putting the wrapped condom between my teeth, I tore it open, rolling it over my dick, I stroked myself a few times sliding the head through the slickness of her dripping pussy. She pushed her bottom back, trying to get more contact. I swatted her butt again listening to the hum that she made.

“You are always so zealous. You have to learn patience” My dick made one more pass before filling her. She let out a moan of satisfaction as my hand came down on her ass. My thrust were hard and steady, I held her left hip, swatting her ass with my other hand. Through my own ragged breath I demanded

“You’re going to have to brace yourself.” My cock drove into her with force, and she met each thrust, her body started withering.

“I’m ...going…to” I cut her winded voice off

“Not Yet...Hold it!” I demanded smacking her ass hard for emphasis as she moaned in pleasure and pain. I needed to give her a distraction, so her mind would have something else to think about.

“Count Isabella” I said through clinched teeth, my hand came down hard on the flesh of her ass.

“Ohh...one” she sucked air in as the word left her mouth. Again my hand made contact.

“two...” she whimpered and started shaking, on the third one, her voice vibrated in an elongated ‘e’ sound. I was in no way going to be able to hold out any longer. My legs were shaking and my balls felt like they were numb.

“Now, cum” I growled by her ear as my hand dropped one last time on her ass before gripping her hip and plunging as deep as I could possibly go.

Bella’s whole body clamped down on me, and it felt like my fucking dick was in a vise grip. She cried out in release right before, my arms wrapped around her waist pulling her ass closer to me as my head reared back in a cry of pleasure and I exploded inside her. I held on to her for dear life, feeling the contractions of her muscles continue to work my cock over.

As reality and breathing started to return to normal, I realized I was lying with my chest on her back. As I went to stand up, my legs were numb, and once I left go of Bella’s body, she collapsed on the bed with a heavy sigh of exhaustion. I thought about a shower, but I was just too spent. My own body crumpled to the bed, and I felt like I barely had enough energy to remove the condom and tie the end.

After a few minutes, I got up, to throw away the condom and use the bathroom. My legs were still weak and when I came back to bed, Bella was sleeping, on top of the comforter. I turned down one side of the bed, lifting her to the correct spot, before lying next to her and bringing the cover over our bodies. She rolled towards me, placing her head on my chest as my arms wrapped around her body and we fell asleep totally relaxed and completely sated.

Chapter 12

BPOV

He left me, I couldn’t believe it. I stood there at the door, watching him get into his car. I thought for sure he was only joking and he would come back in the house and spend the night with me. But he didn’t, he waved and drove away and all I could do was stand there and watch him go.

I had a dull ache in my heart over that, and an even bigger ache radiating from my cooch. “What the hell?” I knew no one was there, so instead of being crazy and talking to myself, I addressed my outburst to Seth. He just looked at me, apparently he was just as perplexed as I was.

I checked the alarm system on both doors, and got ready for bed. But I just laid there. The bed was still rustled from the earlier encounter, and Edward’s smell lingered on the pillows. I tried to sleep, I really did, but my body was craving his touch so bad, that I couldn’t.

Every time my eyes closed all my focus was directly on him. His smell permeated my senses. I could still feel the touch of his lips on mine. My bottom still tingled from the strength of his hand. My stomach was in knots, the muscles contracting on their own, making the ache between my thighs worse.

I looked at the clock “Holy Hell! 11:30.” there is no way I was going to get eight hours sleep. I couldn’t relax. I closed my eyes again willing myself to think about …tomorrow. I had to make some phone calls, Alice, the GYN, I have to renew my gym membership, and then be at Edwards at 6:00.

Yeah Edwards, down in the playroom, I took a deep breath, my body coming back alive, my hands roamed drifted over my breast. Edwards hands felt so good, roaming over my body, before I knew what I was doing, my fingers slid through the slick wetness of my center. “Ahhhh…yes”

“No! …Shit!..Fuck!” My fingers abruptly stopped as my body flew out of bed, with a long winded exhale. I went to the bathroom, and then headed out into the kitchen. Seth followed looking at me like he had something to say “Yeah, yeah, I know that was close” I laughed at myself.

From the corner of my eye, I thought I saw a light flash by the front window. My eyes immediately went to the large corner window with full attention. I didn’t see anything, the blinds were still open, so it must have been a reflection from a passing car on the street.

I made myself some warm milk, and gave Seth fresh water. With my mug in hand, I took Sense and Sensibility from the shelf, and settled back into bed, sipping and reading. It wasn’t long before my eyelids were heavy, the next thing I was aware of, was the sound of the alarm going off. Yarning awake, to the smell of fresh coffee and Edward on the pillow- his scent was fading but it was still there – I smiled and began the day that I never thought would come.

I didn’t have much to do at UW, as soon as the students were done with their exam, I left. Stopping by the gym to renew my membership, and pick up a schedule for yoga and other activities. Edward said it didn’t matter what cardio I did, as long as it was done. Heading back to my car, my phone rang – “Hello Alice, I was going to call you this afternoon.”

I wanted her to know I didn’t forget about her. “Hi Bella, are you busy?” Her pixy voice always makes me smile. “I’m running some errands and then I have to go to the center.”

“What are you going to do for lunch? Why don’t you come here?” I looked at my watch “ I hate to eat and run on you, I have to leave by 1:30.” She tist in the phone “Don’t be silly, that would be perfect, Mia is going down for a nap and I have to leave at by two, so I can get Vinny from school.”

We hung up, and I was at her house twenty minutes later. She hugged me as I came through the door. “Let’s go try this on first, so it’s done. That way we don’t have to worry about time.” I nodded ‘That’s fine with me.”

Standing naked in front of her three way mirror was a little unnerving, and I again wondered why Edward would want to deal with my imperfections. Alice was behind me with a blue leather dress, I think it was a dress. “This has to go over your head, so pull you hair up.”

She handed a hair clip to me, and then proceeded to slide the material over my body. The soft leather conformed like a glove, covering from my breast to right above my knees. Alice moved to my right side, pulling the zipper that went from the top of my hip to the bottom of the dress. As she did the leather enclosed my lower body. It was like being compressed in shrink wrap. I stood looking in the mirror. The leather emphasized every curve, every movement of my body.

I stood there twisting my hips, I knew there was a zipper, and there had to be seems, but I couldn’t see any. It looked like my body was wrapped in one piece of leather. Alice’s voice reminded me where I was “Holy Shit, Bella!”

I looked at her face, she was beaming “This is fantastic Alice” She walked around to my back, pulling the hair clip out “Damn! Edward is going to Freak out!” She fiddled with something on the top, then shook her head “Nope, it’s perfect.” She looked at me, “Ok, now for the fun part, Walk”

Walk? As I took a step, I found that my legs were pinned together and I had to take half steps, each time I did, I felt like I was off balance. Alice giggled, “How the heck am I suppose to walk?” I said with a laugh as I almost fell into her.

“You have to take really small steps, and exaggerate your movement in your hips.” I tried what she said “There you go. Believe it or not Bella, it will be easier to walk in heels, the higher the better.” I looked at her incredulously, before she gasp “We should go shoe shopping.”

“Ah…Alice, How do I sit down?” She pulled over a chair “Try it.”

When I went to sit as I usually would, as normal people do. The dress compressed against my body even more, making me very unstable and I had to use my hands to steady myself. Alice giggled, I glared at her “Oh come on Bella that was funny.” Alice took my hands and helped pull me to my feet. “Ok, try again only this time, lead with your left hip and glide onto this cheek” She said while patting my left buttock. That worked much better at least I was more graceful.

“Umm, how do I sit straight?” Alice had her lips pursed as she shook her head “You mean I have sit all night on one cheek, while the other one is in the air.” I asked with an unexpected giggle. “Yeah, pretty much. But it’s worth it. Then when you get up, just lead with the hip that is raised and support yourself with the opposite leg.” I tried it, and found I had no trouble standing back up. “I’m going to need some practice’ I said to myself, Alice giggled, so I must have said that out loud.

“Thank you Alice, its wonderful” I told her with a hug, I tried to unzip myself. Alice spoke before I could ask. “You are either going to have to have someone do it for you, or you are going to have to sit down to work the zipper.” I sat down using the one hip motion and unzipped myself, re-zipping, just to make sure I could do it. Once I was back in my own clothes, we headed down to have lunch.

We sat out on the patio, eating chicken salad on croissants and fruit salad. We talked about what color shoes I should get, and when the rest of my things would be done. She had a few orders she had to finish, I wondered if one of them was that ribbon costume Rose was looking at on Saturday, but I didn’t ask. We were just finishing up when Alice looked at me “Bella, can I ask you a question?” I didn’t answer her right away. “You can tell me it’s none of my business and go to hell, I won’t care.” I smiled at her “What do you want to know?”

She looked at me with curiosity “What’s the real reason you married him, did you love him?” I sat back taking a drink of my lemonade. I had to think about that, not that other people hadn’t asked me that before. I always answered quickly in the affirmative. But I didn’t think that was true. I was just easier to say yes then to talk about all my insecurities. But I didn’t want to lie.

I thought I loved him, but I just a girl. I didn’t know what love felt like. I suppose I was infatuated with him. I mean all the other girls had boyfriends and Leah was dating Jake. I guess I just wanted to fit in. Because that is what teenagers want to do.” I chuckled “You know I just thought about this the other day. I never cared if he was around me. I never got those butterfly feelings or gitty and happy when I was with him. Not like…” I stopped mid sentence. “Not like what?” She asked me with a knowing grin. “I don’t know, I know Edward less than a week and ...” I sighed “I’m happier being with him than I ever was with James.”

She smiled at me “You know you’re the first woman, he ever brought around.” I was shocked “What?” She nodded and started clearing up the lunch dishes, I helped her. “Yeah, my mother said that, she’s never met any of the women he’s …dated?” she smirked “Whatever the hell he wants to call them. Anyway I’m glad, he needs some happiness too.” I wasn’t sure what she meant by that and I was going to ask, but my phone rang. – Edward, I smiled.

“Hello.”

“Hello to you how is your day?” Alice started loading the dishwasher.

“Good, I had my last class today, and now I am at your sisters.” Alice looked up “Hello Edward, I stole your girrrllfriend.” she yelled stretching out the girl. He chuckled, but didn’t reply to her comment.

“Good, I’m glad you’re having a nice day. Did you sleep well?” I could hear the amusement in his voice, and I narrowed my eyes speaking softly “Once I got to sleep, I did”

“Why couldn’t you sleep?” I could feel the heat in my face from the blush “Because somebody was being mean.” He chuckled. I looked at Alice; she smiled and winked at me.

“Well if it’s any consolation, I’m sorry I was mean.”

“Liar!” He laughed “Ah, my Bella, you know me already.” I giggled.

“Anyway, the reason I called was that I was going to order dinner for tonight. Normally I will cook on Wednesday and Friday, but I’m going to be running late today so I was wondering, if you wanted Chinese or Italian?”

“Ummm…Chinese?” It came out like a question. “Good choice. I’ll see you tonight. Tell my sister I said goodbye.”

“Alright” We said good-bye and I hung up, relaying Edwards message, she gave me goofy grin.

After making plans for next week to go shoe shopping, I headed over to the center. There was a black Mercedes parked in the garage, I figured that must be Dr Cullen’s car. Carol was in her office, I popped my head in to say hi. “Bella, I put the contribution card for Aro on your desk so you can write him a thank-you card.” I asked if anyone new came in or if Sally had called, she answered negatively to both questions.

I sat at my desk; I needed to call my GYN. While I was on hold to make an appointment, I started looking at the mail. The receptionist came on telling me she could fit me in next week. As I hung up, I picked up the card for Aro. My eyes bugged out of my head

“Holy Shit!” I yelled, springing up from my desk. Carol and Dr Cullen came running into my office “What’s the matter?” Carol was concerned. I looked at the two of them “Five Thousand Dollars! He sent five thousand dollars?”

Carol sighed, putting her hand on her chest “Girl, you scared the crap out of me.” Carlisle laughed “I thought you saw a spider or something.” I chuckled “I can take care of a spider.” I looked at Carol “Is this number right? Can I see the check?” She nodded “Yes Bella that’s right. He put in a note; it’s on your desk. He said that he was sending extra in memory of your mother in honor of Mother’s Day.”

I couldn’t help it, the tears came, and they were rolling over my cheeks without my permission. “Awe sweetie, don’t cry.” Carol’s arms were around me, hugging me close. “I forgot it was mother’s day, that’s why he sent it in memory of my mom.” I said in her shoulder. Carol released me, and Carlisle handed me a tissue. They both looked at me with concern; I waved them off with a smile. “I’m ok; I’m just a little emotional.”

Carlisle smiled his warm fatherly smile. “I gave Peggy her physical this morning and the TB test will be ready on Friday, so if you want to call Garrett’s, she should be good to go for the weekend.”

‘That’s good, maybe next week she can get into the boarding house.” I made a mental note to call Garrett. After the two of them left my office, I placed a call to the florist in Forks placing an order to be delivered to Sue on Saturday night, because the florist is closed on Sundays. I then wrote a thank you note to Aro for his generous contribution.

I placed a call to Garrett, he said that if I could bring her out on Friday afternoon, he would get all the paperwork done, and she could start on Monday. That would work well, because there would be an opening in the rooming house on the following week.

Seemed like everything was on schedule, which was something to be thankful for. I finished up the mail that had to be taken care of, checked the inventory, and sent out an email to all of the volunteers to remind them about the training secession in two weeks. I stopped by Carol’s office to tell her I was leaving, and headed out the door to my car.

I had some time, so I stopped by the post office dropping off what needed to go out as well as checking my PO Box. Sometimes I get so frustrated by the fact that I can’t lead a normal life. I mean really, I can’t even have my mail delivered to my home. I stopped by the house to feed Seth and picked up the bag that contained the clothes that Edward had approved of yesterday, along with an extra robe and a few books for my room in his house.

I sat outside in Edwards’s driveway, taking a few deep breaths and getting myself under control. To say I was nervous would be an understatement. The only thing that got me out of my car and on his front porch was that fact that this was Edward. For some reason, I knew I could trust him.

Edward answered the door wearing a pair of faded jeans and a gray t-shirt. “Hello Isabella” As I stepped inside, my nervousness dissipated and my excitement spiked. “Hello” I didn’t call him anything, because I wasn’t sure if I should use a title or his name, so I took the safe bet. He took my bag, placing it on the couch. “Come” I followed behind him, quietly into the kitchen. He held the chair out for me, I smiled at his curtasy. Edward sat to my right at the head of the table.

“Are you alright? You don’t seem yourself?” he asked, opening the paper containers. “I’m fine; I was just really busy this afternoon.”

“As was I.” There was a quiet between us, as we ate. “What did you do at Alice’s?” I was glad he finally spoke, because my nerves started getting the better of me again. “We had lunch, and talked and I tried on the dress she made for me.” He smiled “What color is it? I asked Alice, but she wouldn’t tell me.” why wouldn’t she tell him? That seemed silly. “It’s blue… navy blue.” Edwards’s eyes twinkled and I believe there was a trace of a smirk on his face.

“Isabella, do you remember what I told you about the kitchen table?” I nodded “Answer please”

“Yes Sir, you said this is one of the places where I can be open with my conversations or thoughts.” He smiled “That’s right. So if you know that, why do you seem so… reserved?”

“I’m sorry; it’s just I’m not sure how I should behave or how to address you.” The look in his eyes was intense and serious, his gaze never left mine.

“On our specified times, you address me as Sir or Master. Unless we are sitting at this table, or we are in your room, you are to answer only my Yes / No questions. I will expect clarification, if and only when I ask for it. The only other response that I will accept is ‘As you wish Master.” His quiet calmness allowed what he said to sink in, before he continued. “Other than that, follow my directions and don’t refer to yourself as, I or Me.”

Don’t refer to myself as I or Me? “What do you mean by that?”

“You should refer to yourself as, your girl or this girl.”

Oh yeah, I knew that. I had no personal experience in this lifestyle. I did however do a lot of research, and I defiantly knew that. I was glad that he reminded me. Edward looked at me with a smile on his face. “You are going to forget in the beginning” his expression changing to a smirk “I will remind you” His voice had a determination to it.

“You sound as though you will enjoy that?”

“Oh, I will.”

When the food was just about gone - granted Edward ate most of it – his eyes darkened as he asked. “Are you done eating?”

“Yes Sir”

Edward pushed his chair back, standing up. “Isabella, you have fifteen minutes, clear off this table, prepare yourself and be ready for me in the playroom.” he then walked out of the room leaving me there in my thoughts. This was it. I sat for a few seconds before I realized I was on time schedule. I quickly placed the dishes in the dishwasher and put away the leftovers then wiped the table, pushing in the chairs, before taking my bag and heading down to the playroom.

Stepping through the door I took in the atmosphere of the room. The lights were very dim, soft relaxing music help set the mood of the room. Looking around, everything was exactly the same as I remembered. The only thing that stood out as being different was a small square mat on the floor. The door to my closet was slightly ajar and the light in there was shining through. I took a deep breath and closed myself inside.

Five minutes later my approved clothes were put away, my robe was hanging on the hook and I was completely naked, looking at myself in the mirror. I took a deep breath and stepped out into the world I could only dream of.

I wasn’t sure exactly what I should do, but I figured that he put the mat there for some reason. I knelt down, keeping my back straight, my thighs slightly parted and my hands on my thighs palms up. I kept my head straight, fixing my eyes on a black speck in the wood grain of the floor. I wondered if he put that there himself or if it was just a natural imperfection.

The room was slightly chilled and as I took a deep breath the smell of Jasmine and Lavender flooded my senses. The music was an instrumental arrangement, it wasn’t classical, it had a modern tone, I found it to be very soothing. This turned out to be a very good thing when I heard the door behind me open. My heart started racing, and if it would have been slightly warmer I would have broken out in a sweat. I resisted the urge to use the mirrors to watch him. It didn’t sound as if he was moving and I felt very self conscious of the fact that he was analyzing me.

My body relaxed slightly at the sound of his voice “Very good Isabella. I see you assumed the reason for the mat.” He didn’t say anything else and it wasn’t a question so I remained quiet. ‘In this instance you assumed correctly. You are to wait on the mat, wherever it is placed, with your back to the door.”

He continued to stand behind me; I remained quiet with my eyes boring a hole into that speck. Edward finally moved to the left, I could hear him opening cabinets and gathering things, before ending up behind me again.

I jumped slightly as I felt his hand on my head. “Extremely nice Isabella, you look very natural kneeling before me.” Edward stepped in front of me, the soft faded material of his jeans hid most of his bare feet from my view. A wooded stick about an inch thick also came into view – a cane? Yes I believe it was a cane.

“There are a few adjustments I need make.” Edward placed the cane between my thighs, moving it horizontally tapping my knees. “Thighs are to be opened” I slid them open exposing myself to him. Edward tapped my knees again “More Isabella.”

Once I was the way he wanted me, I felt his hand over my shoulder “Hands should be clasp behind the small of your back.” The new position caused my breast to become more predominate. “Much better my pet.” His hand was now in my hair, gathering it so that it all hung down my back, hiding absolutely nothing from his view. “This is your waiting position Isabella. Exactly like this. Do you understand?” I answered without hesitation “Yes Sir”

“Isabella before we begin there is one thing you must understand and guarantee that you will comply with.” I waited for him to continue. “Safe words. I use two of them; the first is ‘Yellow’. Yellow means caution. If you are anxious, afraid, uncertain or if the intensify is building to fast, Yellow means that I have to slow down and reevaluate what is happening with you. When you say Yellow the session does not stop. Do you understand what yellow means?” I answered immediately “Yes Sir”

Edward continued “The second word is ‘Red’. Red means stop, immediately. I don’t care what we are doing, where we are or who we are with. Everything pertaining to us will stop. Whatever is in my hand will immediately falls to the floor, and you will be released from whatever position or restraint you are in. Red is used when you are in danger, or extreme physical or emotional pain. When Red is said, the session is over for that day. Do you understand what Red means?”

“Yes Sir”

“These words are put in place for your safety and mine. Do not abuse them, but never be hesitant to use them. There will never be repercussions for saying either. I need an assurance that you understand and will guarantee me that you will not hesitate to use either Yellow or Red. I do not want to be in our after session discussion, and you tell me you were afraid or you left something slide. Don’t you ever do that to me.”

He was very serious on that point. “This is on you Isabella, the safety and well being of both of us lies on your shoulders. This relationship is built on trust. You trust me to take care of you, I trust you to use our safe words.” He left that thought linger in the air before continuing.

“Do you understand what each word is used for? And do you promise to use them without fail?” I took a deep breath, knowing that this was very important to him before I answered “Yes Sir” and I meant it.

When he was satisfied his voice took on a stern quality. “Wednesday and Friday nights are confession nights. If you have broken any rules, that is the time to confess. It is easier on both of us, if you own up to any transgression you may have committed. So I ask you Isabella, have you anything to confess?”

I thought for a minute – nothing came to mind- before I answered “No Sir.”

“No?” He sounded as if he knew something I did not. “I know you went to be waxed yesterday, but I ask you, have you followed the food plan I gave to you?” I was sure I had “Yes Sir”

“Have you kept track of your daily intake?”

Keep track? “No Sir” He sighed “So you can’t be one hundred percent sure, that you are following the food plan that I gave to you, to ensure your optimal heath.”

I didn’t think about doing that “No Sir” I know it was irrational, it seemed like such a small thing and yet, I felt like I left him down.

“And your exercise program my pet” I liked when he called me pet “have you participated in those activities the past three days?” I didn’t participate; I didn’t even use my treadmill. “No Sir” I could feel a wave of disappointment roll over him.

“Do you assume that I make rules for you because I have nothing better to do? Or do you feel that by making the rules I am, what did you call me today? Oh yes ….mean”

As soon as the word left his mouth, I knew what I did. My body stiffened Edward was watching me so intently he didn’t miss my reaction. “Isabella, do you have something you wish to say to me.” I thought for a moment, did what I did to myself count? I wasn’t sure; my voice was tentative when I answered “Yes Sir”

“What is it you would like to tell me?” I was glad I didn’t have to look at him. I wasn’t sure if it even was a transgression or not. “Isabella, I’m waiting” his tone was daunting, yet I wasn’t fearful.

“I was having trouble falling asleep last night,,” I spoke quietly

“Who was having trouble?’ What?

“I..” oh yeah “ thi…your girl was having trouble, Sir” I stopped

“Go on” His voice was abrupt

“…and before I…your girl knew what she was doing, mi..her fingers were on herself”
Speaking of myself in third person was harder than I thought it would be. His weight shifted on his feet “I see, so was the orgasm good Isabella?” I didn’t orgasm, I stopped when I realized what I was doing, but he didn’t want an explanation so I answered honestly “No Sir”

He huffed “No...Orgasms don’t bring you pleasure?” Well of course they did “Yes Sir” Edward sounded exasperated “Isabella you are completely confusing me, explain yourself.” I took a deep breath “I...”

“Who?”

I bite my lip “Your girl, started to touch herself; it was like on some subconscious level. I...she could smell you on the pillows and before she knew what was happening or what she was doing, mi...her hands were on herself. But when she realized what she was doing, she stopped.”

“You stopped?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Are you telling me, that you denied yourself the pleasure of an orgasm?”

“Yes Sir”

“Look at me Isabella”

Shit, I didn’t want to look at him, I felt bad enough, I didn’t want to see the anger or worse the disappointment in his eyes. But obey I did, as my chin rose in the air, I took in the sight of him. The button to his jeans was undone, and the waist hung loosely over his hips. He was shirtless and his abdominal muscles rose above the sexy ‘V’ that lead to the land of happiness. My eyes continued to take in his appearance until they finally met his.

“Isabella when I do something, anything, I do it for a reason. I don’t tell you the reason, I shouldn’t have to. That comes with trust. You trust me to do what I think is right and you obey. It’s that simple.”

I felt like a small child, being reprimanded. I could feel the tightness in my chest and the wetness in my eyes starting to form. For some reason of a primal nature, I realized that my body was responding to his reprimand with anticipation.

Edward squatted down in front of me, so his eyes were level with mine. “Isabella, that sweet pussy and that ass” He said this as his fingers ran through the slickness between my thighs, while his other hand tweaked my nipple.

“And these luscious tits and that glorious mouth” As he said that, juice covered fingers invaded my mouth, pressing on my tongue, making me suck the fluids off. After my mouth was empty he continued

“Those are all mine, you willingly gave them to me, and I treasure them. And the only reason your hand ever goes near my pussy without permission is to clean it, so it will be ready for my pleasure. Because whenever anyone inserts or uses my property without permission, they are stealing from me. And that includes you.”

I didn’t think of it like that, and I felt even worse after his words sunk in, the tears that had threaten before fell. He wiped them away with the pad of his thumbs. “I’m pleased that when you realized your misdeed, you stopped. I’m proud of you for that, however your actions have consequences and we will discuss those later.” He stood up “Now if you have nothing else to discuss with me, I would like to get on with our session. So I ask you, is there anything else you would like to tell me about?”
“No Sir” Edward held his hand out to me. “Then come with me.”

I followed behind him over to the horse “Hands out in front of you” My hands came out without hesitation. He was holding a black leather pair of hand restraints. They wrapped around my hand like fingerless gloves, with a strap that buckled around my wrist. He checked the position and fit, before using the clips on them to attach them together. “These are very well padded; there should be no marking on your wrist. Now put your arms in front of you and bend over the horse.” As I did, his hand was on the small of my back pressing me forward, so my butt was high in the air.

Edward made an adjustment to the supports, raising it up about another inch, making me have to lift up onto the balls of my feet. “Legs wide apart Isabella.”

I complied realizing that now I had to stand on my toes. My breathing hitch slightly as I felt his hand rub over my bottom and I might have wiggled it slightly. “Hold still” his hand came down with a ‘slap’, it didn’t hurt, I was just startled, but I held still. A few seconds later I could feel something at my back entrance. I naturally tensed up, but willed myself to relax. It’s easier when you relax.

Edward didn’t say anything as he teased the toy into me slowly. I realized that the music was louder, and he moved the intruder with the beat. It wasn’t very large, and he wasn’t going completely in, it was more like a tease, but it still brought all my senses to that one spot.

The music was growing in intensity as was his hand. My breathing was becoming deeper and a small moan escaped my throat. “That’s my girl, feel it” right after the words left his mouth, a loud drum beat sounded and he plunged the toy into me. “Augh…” the moan of delight escaped my mouth before I could stop it. The butt plug was larger than I thought, and as the fullness hit, my knees almost gave out from the pleasure.

Edward’s hand ran down the length of my back and over my bottom, his finger pushed on the plug, and it started to vibrate. “Oh God...”

“Praying is not going to help you my pet” his voice sounded amused. His hands held my hips “Stand up Isabella”

When I did I was glad for his hands, they gave me support from the dizziness. Edward had my hands in the air and clipped to a rope before I was even completely aware of it. I watched him, his eyes met mine, and there was intensity there that I have never seen before. He was in his element; this is Edward, raw, masculine and so beautiful.

“Keep the small of your back against the horse, legs spread and feet flat on the floor” he walked over to the wall, choosing a flogger, and then walked back to me, with no expression on his face. I’m sure my face must have shown something.

‘Alright my lovely, as much as I like to look in your eyes, I believe I’m going to blind fold you.” He took a black silk scarf out of his back pocket, and placed it over my eyes. His hand ran down the length of my chin, and my neck, over my clavicle and unto my breast. His hands were rough squeezing, kneading, pinching, it was heavenly and I thrust my breast out for more.

Edward chuckled “Ahhh…so very eager my pet. You will have to learn patience.” With that he stepped back taking his hands with him. I whimpered at the loss of his touch. The music became louder, I didn’t know if he was doing that, or if it was set to increase at certain intervals. It was quiet for a split second and then I could hear an oboe softly playing, it was like it was crying to be played, wanting, needing to be heard. The sound was permeating into my soul and my body was wanting, needing to be played along with it.

I didn’t hear anything; I didn’t feel the air stir, all I felt was the rush of nerve endings to the spot where the strands of the flogger landed on my body. It wasn’t pain; it was a slight sting and then warmth. I exhaled loudly, before sucking in another breath. The music built and I thought I recognized it as Tchaikovsky, but I couldn’t be sure. As the intensity of the instruments built, so did Edwards intensity on my body. As the cords grew he would move each strike up my body, flogging my breast several time at the most intense part.

When this would happen, my breathing turned to pants, and I’m sure I moaned from the pleasure of the pain and the delicious warmth that radiated through my whole body with each strike. The music continued to increase in volume and as it would turn into a slower rhythm, his strikes moved down my body, concentrating on my belly, my thighs and in my sex. Oh... When he hit my sex, and the strands of the flogger wrapped around my lower sensitive lips, I would scream out in pleasure, thrusting my hips out, wanting more.

The overload of sensations was beginning to get to be too much. Between the vibration in my butt, the intensity of the music, and Edward playing my body like I was his own person instrument, I was going to lose it. I wanted more, I needed more, harder, firmer, I needed to cum. I wasn’t aware what my body was doing, I truly didn’t care, I know my feet never left the floor, at least I don’t think they did, and my arms were secured above my head. But other than that I just wanted to feel…more.

Edwards’s stern voice broke through my haze of sensations. “Do you want to cum?”

What? “Oh God...yes.” I spoke the words through my breathless voice. The music picked up again, as did his flogger, I was lost somewhere, teetering, I was sort of afraid, I didn’t know what was happening and then through the haze Edwards voice stood out. “Cum Isabella”

Three quick consecutive hits landed on my breast and two between my sex on the third I exploded. Screaming out my pleasure, as white lights and a feeling of euphoric warmth took over my body. My legs gave out, and I was so glad that I was attached to the ceiling, or I would have fell flat on my face.

I felt his strong arms under me, as I became aware that I was no longer standing on the floor, by bottom was perched on something firm. My hands were still fasten to the ceiling and my eyes were still covered. Edward ran his hands down the inside of my thighs, grasping behind my knees. With one quick motion, he was sheathed inside of me. I cried out “Shit!”

I could feel the vibration in my ass, so that plug must still be there. There was nothing gentle about the way Edward was taking me. It was a pounding relentless rhythm that had me gasping. The music was different - what is it? I tried to concentrate on that – Tool? I think it’s Tool – I couldn’t focus, the pressure in my belly was growing so fast, “let it go Isabella”

Edward growled in my ear before I felt his mouth on my nipple right before he bit, I screamed “Fuck!!” That sent me over the edge for the second time. My body felt numb, I wasn’t even aware that Edward was there, until I heard him curse “Oh Fuck!” My legs spread even wider as his cock drilled into me a few more times, “Aughhh…Isabella!” his body shuddered as he called out my name collapsing on me. My head sagged on his shoulder, my body spent. I was in a state of total bliss.

I have no idea how long we stayed like that, minutes, hours, I have no clue. All I know is that his arms were wrapped around my back, holding onto me, as my head was pressed against his shoulder. I felt him move, his hands coming up to remove the blindfold. After blinking a few times my eyes could focus and the first thing I saw was Edwards beautiful green eyes, and wide smile. “Can you sit by yourself for a minute?” I nodded “Yes Sir.” He smiled “Good girl” as he pushed hair out of my face tucking it behind my ear.

I didn’t realize how sweaty I was, until I could feel the strands sticking to my forehead. I wondered how it became so hot in here, then giggled at the thought. “Do you find something funny?” he asked with a smirk as he started to release my arms. “No Sir” He looked at me “Then my sweet girl, please explain why you are giggling.” I thought for a second “It wasn’t really funny it was just a thought. It was slightly cold in here before, now it’s rather warm, and I..Your girl was just thinking of the reason for that.”

Edward unbuckled my wrist, rubbing them gently with his hands, then up my arms to my shoulder, rolling them in small circles. He grinned “Yeah, it gets a bit warm in here, from all the …activity. Can you stand?” he helped me down, holding onto my hips again for support. When he was sure I wouldn’t fall over, he had me lean over the horse again, to remove the plug. He had me picked up and cradled in his arms before I could blink.

Edward carried me to the bathroom, starting the tub. There was a small closet in the room, where he kept towels and bathrobes. Edward left the room, coming right back with two bottles of water. He opened the first one, handing it to me, before opening his own. I started shivering as my body temperature came back to normal and the sweat started drying. Edwards hand was in front of me “Come, this will warm you” stepping into the tub “Ahhhh…” yes that felt really good. Edward sat down, pulling me with him.

I leaned my back against his chest, surrounded by warm water and soft music. My head snuggled under his chin, as he massaged my thighs. “You might be a little sore tomorrow. Just take some Advil, it will help.” I nodded “Yes Sir” My mind drifted to the music in the playroom “May this girl ask you a question, Sir”

“Yes, she may” he kissed my hair, while tracing small circles over my belly. “Was that Tchaikovsky playing” His head moved as he eyed me suspiciously “It was, Symphony No 6” I nodded. “You know classical music?”

“Just a little bit, There are a few that I...” I smiled “that your girl, likes and listens to.”

We were quiet then, just listening to the music that was playing. I think I dozed off, because the next thing I knew Edward was shifting to get out. Once he was wrapped in a towel, he came to get me. My legs felt like mush, and I was glad when he placed the thick robe over me and carried me upstairs. My head hit a soft pillow, and my body was wrapped in a warm soft comforter. I just couldn’t keep my eyes open, but I heard his voice “Isabella, do you need to go home?” Did I? I didn’t think so, even if I did, I didn’t want to move. “No Sir” He tucked the blanket under me “Then sleep my lovely one”

I felt like I couldn’t breathe, it was so dark and suffocating. Try as I may to draw in a breath, no fresh air came. Just complete darkness and stagnate breaths. I tried to get away, but I couldn’t stand, I tried to crawl, only to be able to go a few feet before I was trapped against something. Panic over took me, and I scream.

“Please let me out!” where was I? My hands moved around my surroundings. Oh my god! I was in the box “No..No..No Please let me out!”

Tears poured down my face, making breathing even harder. I was gasping for air. At my feet, the wall slid up, and two arms grabbed my legs pulling me out. I wanted to get out so badly I was glad, until I looked up and his blue eyes stared at me. “Now you pay for not listening!”

“NO!” I tried to kick him away, but he held me fast. “No! No! No! Let me go!”

“Bella! Bella!” something was shaking me, I tried to get away from them too. “Bella, baby wake up!”

My eyes flew open; I looked into eyes of emerald green-Edward. Sucking in a breath of fresh air, I looked around the room, not completely comprehending where I was. “It’s ok, Shhh”


I heard sobs and felt the bed shaking. Edward swept me into his arms, it was only then that I realized the sobs and the shaking was coming from me. Through the haze I saw the light walls, the bare book shelf; this was my room at Edwards’s house. His hands ran down the length of my back “Shhh baby, its ok. It was just a dream. Shhh” My arms went around his neck and I cried. I cried for my pain, I cried for my sanity and I cried because he cared.

Lifting me in his arms, he walked down the hall, and into his room. My body was limp as he laid me on the bed. I felt his hands on my arms prying them from his body. “Bella, I’ll be right there in the bathroom. Shhh…your safe, settle down, nothing is going to hurt you.”

I closed my eyes, trying to will the tears to stop. Edward was back, with a glass of water and a wet cloth to wipe my face. “Here baby, take this off” He helped me out of the thick terrycloth robe that I was still wearing, replacing it with one of his T-shirts. “There, you won’t be so warm now” he said as he wiped my face and down my neck. The coolness of the cloth felt good against my overheated skin.

Throwing the damp robe and cloth into the corner of his room, when he looked at me his eyes were full of concern. “Are you feeling better?” I nodded with a sniffle. His body shifted to get up, I stiffened, not wanting him to leave me alone. “I’m just going to get you a tissue.” I relaxed as I watched him move, coming back with the whole box. I felt even better when I could wipe my nose. He climbed into the bed next to me, his arm over my shoulder, bringing me down to lie on his bare chest.

It was completely quiet in the room; the only light was coming from the open bathroom door. My breathing had returned to normal, Edwards arms were wrapped around me protectively. I felt safe and warm. His voice broke through the silence “Do you often have nightmares?’ I shrugged “Not every night, but sometimes.” I said quietly, snuggling into his chest a little tighter. “Do you want to tell me about it?”

Did I? Not really, how do you tell someone that you relive your worse memories in your dreams. But my mouth opened and the words came out.

“I was in the box” I could feel the tears begin to form in my eyes.

“The box? Like a cardboard box?”

I shook my head sniffling, he handed me another tissue then wrapped my body back up in his arms. “No, it was like a cargo box, wooden. It wasn’t big enough for me to lie down in, and I couldn’t stand up, and it was so dark in there and I couldn’t breathe.”

I took a deep a breath, wiping my nose. “I hated the box, I hated it so much. I would beg to get out. I didn’t care what he did to me, just so I could get out of the box.” The tears were coming back in loud sobs now. My body was shaking from the fear and pain of the memories. “You mean in your dreams?”

My body shook “No, he would lock me in the box.”

Edward pulled me up by my armpits, sliding my body against his. My head now lay in the crock of his neck and I cried, while he held me, whispering how that will never happen to me again and how sorry he was. I cried until my body was gasping for air, Edward never left me go.

When my eyes held no more tears and my body exhausted, he pulled his face back to look at me. I must of have been a mess. His strong hands tenderly tucked my hair out of my face. As I looked in his face, his eyes held unshed tears. His lips touched mine softly, and I could feel his tears run down my cheeks.

He lay back down, speaking softly “How about we go back to sleep?” I nodded, putting my head back on his chest. This man was so kind to me, he woke me, held me, and hell he even left me snot all over his shoulder. How did I ever find such a man?

“Edward”

“Yes?”

‘Thank you” His arms tighten around me “Anytime my love, now sleep.”

I smiled; did he just call me love? It’s a just a word I told myself, like pet or girl, he didn’t mean it. My eyes burned from the tears and when they closed they didn’t reopen.