Hey! Since I really have nothing to say in this author's note, I'll just let you guys get right to the story. :)

Also, I decided that, after the intensity of the last chapter, that this one should be light. Or at least, a little less drama filled. Edward's past isn't completely revealed, though you guys will learn more about that later.

Hope you like it!


That morning we were both quiet. I couldn't help but feel that he thought we had made some kind of mistake. It was almost as if he wanted to take it all back. But yesterday was irreversible and his dark past only made me need him more.

"Edward," I said hesitantly when we were eating breakfast. Neither one of us had felt like cooking so we were busy consuming cereal. I looked up to see his green eyes looking into mine. "About last night." I paused, unsure of what to say to make everything okay again. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to react that way and tell you about my problems. It's just, there were so many memories and I – "

He stood up from his chair and was at my side. "Shhh, Bella. You have nothing to be sorry for." His gentle fingers brushed my hair out of my face. "I am glad you told me. Holding pain inside you will only hurt yourself."

I didn't say what I was thinking – that holding his pain inside was hurting him too. Last night he had told me about his past. But it was only the bare facts and I wanted to know more.

But I would wait. I could see that he wasn't going to tell me now.

He leaned down and kissed my forehead gently. "Would you like anything else for breakfast?" he asked. "I could make you something if you're still hungry."

I shook my head.

Classes were especially grueling. I wanted to get back home where Edward was waiting for me. I wondered what he would do today. Alice was her usual bubbly self and Rosalie talked about Emmett. Apparently, he hadn't told her that he was Edward's manager. I hoped he was going to tell her soon, though. I sighed. So many people were holding secrets, none of it could be good.


After she left, I took a taxi downtown. I knew exactly what I wanted and what would best suit Bella. I thought about the standard vibrator that was under her bed. She needed a different kind.

The store had a wide variety of egg vibrators. I chose a simple one, not wanting to scare her, then began looking through the French ticklers. The cashier in the sex shop licked her lips as she looked me over. I ignored her and took a package of the ticklers and set them on the counter with the egg vibrator.

"Planning something special?" she asked conversationally while she rang up the items. She didn't ask for my ID as some places would have. "Lucky girl," she muttered.

I was silent as I paid for the items, muttering "thank you" as I took the bag and left.

On the ride back in the taxi, I remembered our tense breakfast this morning. I was getting too involved, dangerously involved. I had built my life like a house of cards and with one carless move it could come tumbling down. Well, it was about to fall now. And all because of a girl.

Instead of dwelling on it, I decided to forget about that problem. When I got inside the apartment, I set the plastic bag on the dining room table. To pass the time, I cleaned. There wasn't much to do – Bella kept it spotless – but I did my laundry. Finally, I heard the door open.

"Hello, Edward," she said quietly, almost shyly. She smiled at me, her brown eyes warm and open.

"Did you have a good day, Bella?" I asked, walking towards her. She softly shut the door behind her just as I placed my hands on her hips.

She nodded. I pulled her in for a gentle kiss. My lips were soft on hers; my tongue lightly traced the line of her bottom lip, reveling in the wonderful taste of her lips. She sighed and her mouth parted under my own. My hands ran down her hips and to her ass, cupping it gently. She moaned, her arms tightening around my neck. Our bodies were molded together, pressing tightly against each other. I caressed her tongue with mine and shivers suddenly broke out over my skin.

Shocked, I froze. That was a first for me.

I never liked kissing any of my customers; I never liked doing anything to them. It was always just a job I did, something I had to do to survive. Then why was it that I enjoyed kissing Bella? And not just enjoyed it, but wanted more.

I broke the kiss so that we could breathe, and moved my lips to her neck. She sighed deeply, and I looked up.

"What's wrong?" I asked, slightly worried.

"Nothing." She said it as if that was the problem. Puzzled, I led her to the couch.

"How about we watch a movie?" I suggested.


She plopped down on the couch and I went to get a movie. On impulse, I selected The Lion King and put it in the player. Then I took the egg vibrator out of the bag that sat on the table stuffed it in my pocket. Bella's eyes were glued to the TV so I didn't have to worry about her seeing it. The French ticklers would come later.

"May I sit with you?" I asked politely.

"Of course you can, silly." Her voice was playfully chastising. I sat down on the couch beside her and pulled her into my lap. She squealed in surprise but relaxed against my chest as the movie started.

Glancing down at her clothing, I thanked the Lord that she had worn a skirt again. I was noticing a pattern, though. She didn't wear many skirts when I first came here, but now she was wearing them almost everyday. Was she trying to tell me that she wanted me to touch her under her skirt?

When I began kissing her neck, she didn't move, just continued watching the movie as the animals moved to Pride Rock. I found it almost perverted that I intended to do this while we were watching a children's movie. But I shrugged it off and pulled the vibrator out of my pocket. I worked my hands down her body so that she wouldn't be surprised when I touched her pussy. As my right hand slipped under her skirt, she breathed deeply in, struggling to stay focused on the movie. I brushed my fingers over her and, low and behold, she hadn't worn any panties.

"No panties?" I asked, almost disapproving. "Such a naughty girl, Bella," I said, dipping a finger inside her. "I think you're asking for it." She gasped but kept her eyes on the movie.

She was trying to stay calm. I had no idea why, but I think she was trying to ignore me. Maybe she wanted to tease me, but I wasn't having any of it. I quickly placed the egg just inside her so that it touched her pussy lips. I pressed a button on the remote, turning it on low, and she jumped in my lap.

"Shhh, Bella," I murmured. A low moan escaped her lips and she leaned against my chest. "Do you know what's inside of you right now?"

She shook her head no. Her eyes were clenched shut but I could tell she was fighting against the pleasure the egg vibrator gave her. I smirked and turned it up a little more. She gasped, her hands now clutching the fabric of the couch under us in white knuckles.

"It's an egg vibrator," I answered calmly, sucking on her earlobe. Fuck, she was perfect. I held the vibrator in place with my finger because it wasn't inside her very far and would fall out if I let go. Later, I would place it deeper inside her. "It is a small vibrator in the shape of an egg with a remote attached to it. The remote allows me to chose what level of vibrations I want it to do inside your pussy. Do you know what setting it's on now?"

She couldn't speak. Her chest was already heaving from the pleasure and every now and then her hips would twitch as the egg hit an especially sensitive spot. She was so fucking wet, drenched from the vibrator. Her juices dripped from her pussy and I resisted the desire to lick every drop up. Then, my words registered in her mind and she shook her head.

"Right now, it's on low," I purred in her ear. My left hand squeezed her breast and her breathing hitched.


Edward said it was an egg vibrator inside me, but I couldn't imagine that anything could feel this way. It vibrated against my sensitive folds, nearly driving me insane with desire. It was hard to breathe and I felt like my lungs were burning from the force of my panting. I felt Edward's growing erection at my back. My muscles were all tensed, trying to control the sensations that this egg gave me. My eyes traveled hazily back to the TV screen and I saw Simba and Scar in the ravine just before the stampede of water buffalo came along.

It was twisted to be doing this while I watched such a childish movie. Before, The Lion King had been my favorite Disney movie, but now I wouldn't be able to watch it without thinking of this.

Suddenly, the egg began vibrating so hard that I nearly came three times in a row. It was going full blast inside me and I seized up. I arched, my eyes clenching shut as my head hung back. I cried out, panting, and I felt Edward push the vibrator deeper inside me.

"Oh God," I gasped. "Oh fuck."

Now the egg was deep inside me, the remote that was attached to the egg by a wire was still in his hand. My cunt clenched around the vibrator as I felt myself drawing closer and closer to the edge.

He chuckled. "This is only medium, Bella," he said lowly, his voice dripping with sex. "Perhaps you would like to feel what the high is."

I shook my head frantically. If it went any faster than this I was going to explode. I shifted in Edward's lap and the egg hit that sensitive spot inside me. I cried out as I came, my vision exploding in bright bursts of colors. I leaned heavily against Edward as I went soaring through the pleasure. My toes curled and every muscle in my body was taunt and stiff.

"Naughty Bella," he scolded, running his hands up and down my thigh. "Climaxing so soon?" The vibrations inside me stopped and I gave a sigh of relief. I wasn't sure how I could literally keep myself from falling apart if he kept the vibrator going. I slowly opened my eyes, still coming down from the high of climaxing.

"Aren't you going to watch the movie?" he asked. I glanced up at him, confused by the sudden change in his attitude. He was teasing me. I suppose that's what you get when you decide to ignore Edward when he's touching you. I had wanted to see what he would do, whether he would try extra hard. I had just miscalculated how hard he would try.

I turned my eyes back to the movie.

Had so much time really passed? Now, Simba was grown up and living with Timon and Pumbaa in the jungle. I waited for Edward to pull the vibrator out of me but he didn't. Instead, he left it inside and continued to play with the remote in his hands. I was getting suspicious that he intended to use it again.

Abruptly, the egg began to vibrate deep inside me. But this time it was faster than ever before. Immediately, I felt my juices pour from my core.

"Oh FUCK!" I screamed, arching against him. His erection was hard against my back, telling me just how much he wanted me. My legs stiffened and I quit breathing as I came hard, my cunt clamping down on the vibrator buzzing frantically inside me. Now he was playing with my folds, teasing me. Oh God, I wasn't going to make it if he continued like that. My chest was heaving already and I felt myself cum.

"You're not finished yet, Bella," he growled in my ear.

And then he began pumping me while the vibrator viciously attacked my pussy. His three fingers thrust in and out of me quickly, though not as fast as the egg buzzing inside me. He turned me around so that I was straddling his lap, my legs wide, and continued to pump me.

I came twice in a row, one after the other. My scream was nearly deafening.

"Mmmm," he murmured in my ear, turning off the vibrator and pulling it out of my core. It was dripping with my juices. When I could open my eyes again, I was shocked to see that he put the egg up to his lips and cleaned it off. I moaned again, my eyes closing.

How did he know all this? Of course he had been a male escort for who knows how many years, but how did he know exactly what to do to make me moan or cum? He was too good. After he was satisfied that the egg was clean, he sat it down on the coffee table in front of the couch.

I was surprised that he just went back to watching the movie. I knew he had something else planned. I could feel the hard bulge against my rear. I couldn't see how he could be so calm. Slowly, I turned around in his arms so that I was sitting on his lap with my back against his chest once again.

Simba and the others were on their way back to Pride Rock to reclaim his right as king. I was able to get into the movie again, once again remembering why I loved it so much.

"I'll be back shortly, Bella dear," he murmured in my ear. I nodded and got off his lap so he could leave. I assumed he was going to use the bathroom, but he came back quicker than I would have thought. He sat down and pulled me onto his lap again. I didn't notice he had something in his hand until he mentioned it.

"Do you know what this is?" he asked, holding it up. I looked at the thing that was in his hand. It was strange looking and small. It seemed to be made of rubber with tiny ridges and nubs all over it. I had no idea what it was for but I knew that Edward knew how to use it.

"N-n-no," I stuttered, blushing at my limited imagination for what it could be.

He chuckled. "It's called a French tickler. It's designed to increase the woman's pleasure by 'tickling' the walls of her vagina." He reached out and touched the top of it with his left hand. "It isn't a contraceptive so you have to wear a regular condom underneath. These ridges and bumps are to make fucking you so much more delicious."

(In case anyone is confused about what French ticklers are, I have a few links on my profile about them.)

Oh. My. I couldn't breathe. I stared at the thing in his hand with wide eyes. I heard the sounds of the movie still going, nearing the end. His left hand rested on my thigh, burning through my skin. Everywhere he touched, burned. But I didn't want him to go away. I wanted him closer.

He began to pull my shirt over my head. We stood up so that we could both get undressed. He sat the French tickler down on the coffee table so that both his hands would be free. For some reason I couldn't look away from it. It just looked so bizarre, and it was neon green. It looked like something out of a bad porn film, not that I had ever seen any porn before…

He pulled a regular condom out of the pocket of his pants that were lying on the floor and ripped open the package. I watched, fascinated, as he pulled it over his penis and then picked up the green thing on the coffee table. My heart sped up, skipping erratically as I watched him pull the French tickler onto his penis. I almost laughed – it looked so bizarre.

"You won't be giggling when I'm fucking you with this," he purred in my ear, allowing the covered tip of his penis to brush against my core. I immediately stopped laughing, a moan now filling the air around us. I wondered wildly if we were going to do this in my living room.

He reached down and began rubbing my clit. I gasped and clutched his arms for support, my legs suddenly weak. My nub was so sensitive from the vibrator that any touch made me dizzy with pleasure. He lowered me to the floor and spread my legs.

"Mmmm, Bella. Already so wet for me?" He pulled my legs up to my chest and spread them so that I was more exposed than if my body had been in an X position. Running one finger down my slit, he gathered my juices that pooled on his finger, licking it off with his pink tongue. Oh my God, how was I supposed to endure any more of his teasing?

I felt his penis brush my entrance and I moaned. The tickler that covered it moved over me in strange ways that made me question my sanity. Why did it feel this good?

Moving slowly, he pushed into me.



My eyes snapped open and I arched. The French tickler rubbed against my walls, almost tickling but mostly making me crazy with lust. I felt the uneven bumps and ridges rubbing against my walls and I nearly came right then. The coupled feeling of the tickler inside me and the sensitivity of my pussy was a lethal combination.

"Fuck, Bella," he groaned, hovering over me. Edward's eyes were dark with desire, sending shivers of pleasure straight into my core. His lips attacked mine savagely and I was just as hungry. I arched under him, but it was difficult to kiss him properly with my legs in this position. But, oh fuck, it felt so good.

He pulled slowly out of me before slamming into me. I gasped, crying out. His growl was low and seductive in my ear.

"Hold still," he said. I obeyed and he rose up on his knees, pulling out of me. I whimpered in frustration at his absence. He kneeled on the floor and held my hips in his hands, pulling me up off the carpet and impaling me deeply, roughly on his cock. I was in an impossible position, one that would have been uncomfortable in any other situation, but that didn't stop the savage pleasure ripping through me.

I screamed as he raised me up off his cock before pressing me quickly back down. "Oh God, Edward!" I was panting as he continued to control my hips with his hands.

"Bella," he growled, gritting his teeth. "Listen to you screaming. You're going to disturb the whole building. They'll have to send the police to find out if someone is being murdered." He slammed back into me. My eyes rolled back in my head and I lost coherency when he began rubbing my nub roughly. It was so sensitive that a mere breeze would have made me squirm in pleasure. But this was unbearable.

"Oh please, Edward," I gasped. He lifted my legs so that they rested on his shoulders. "Please."

"Please what, Bella?" he demanded. "This time, you're going to tell me what you fucking want."

I panted, my core tightening and relaxing as I neared the edge. "Please," I screamed. "Please just fuck me."

Any other time I would have blushed madly in embarrassment, but now I was beyond caring.

He growled and it was most erotic thing I'd ever heard in my life. "Your wish is my command." Then Edward began thrusting into me, plunging his cock deep inside of my core. I screamed as I came, all sanity destroyed as I arched off the floor.

He groaned deeply as he released into the condom.

We were a sweating heap on the floor ten minutes later, still trying to come down from the ecstasy. I felt like I could swim through the sky, even though nothing like that was possible. My eyes fluttered open and I slowly ran my fingers down Edward's chest as he lay beside me. His dark green eyes opened and I blushed as he ran them down my body, simply gazing at me. He had pulled out of me and the condom and the French tickler were in the trash.

"So what did you think?" he asked softly, pulling me up so that I sat straddling his waist, his cock behind my butt.

I blushed, but couldn't hide my smile.

"I liked it," I answered shyly.

"How much did you like it?" he pressed, running his hands up my waist to cup my breasts.

I bit my lip to hold back my moan. "A lot. More than I thought I would," I admitted.

He smirked. "I knew you would like it." He stared up at me for a moment longer before he spoke. "And we have the whole pack left."

And I'll tell you again, I have a link on my profile in case you're a little confused about what French ticklers are and what they look like. It's with the other links on my profile.

And I found out that on Spongebob Squarepants, the term French tickler was used. It was one of the people that Sandy had to defeat to save Spongebob in the episode "Karate Island". I just thought that was interesting that French ticklers are in children's cartoons. Talk about subliminal messages!

I know this chapter was just a big lemon, but I hoped you liked it. It was one of the funniest to write. And btw, Edward's photo shoot with Lillian is tomorrow. ;) Which means that today (this chapter) is Thursday. Just thought you guys should know the time frame so there's no confusion.

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