AN: I know, I know… I'm an eff'n loser! Hey, at least I can own up to my shortcomings. Lol… But WTF is with ? I have to go in and re-space everything? Grrrr…..

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For the Love of Domination:

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Practice Makes Perfect…


"Ungh … fuck yeah…" Edward grunted; his voice gruff and coarse with sleep. "Fuck, babe, your mouth feels so good around my cock."

Nothing sounded sexier to me than Edward Cullen first thing in the morning. The grittiness of his tone always got to me, and it took every bit of my self-restraint to resist touching my aching pussy. Not that he would have minded, since – together – we had amended the rules of our contract to encompass our BDSM lifestyle as well as our time as a vanilla couple.

After a long discussion, we realized that when we weren't playing, we wanted to live like normal lovers – without rules or constraints. Having never been in a vanilla relationship with his sub, Edward continued to apologize profusely for the way things were set up initially. However, I explained to him that neither one of us were at fault here, because no one could predict how long we would last.

Of course, all that statement got me was a cocky smirk, a smack on the ass, and a very bold declaration. "Isabella Marie Swan, now that I've got you under my spell, if you think I am ever going to let you go without a fight then you, my beautiful angel, are sadly mistaken."

Waggling his eyebrows and grinning wickedly, he moved his lips to the shell of my ear and added, "I'll handcuff you to the bed in my playroom before I ever willingly let you walk out of my life."

That statement may or may not have made me extremely wet, but I'll never tell.

Staring into his mesmerizing green eyes, I saw the conviction of every single one of his words. Turning my head, I captured his lips in a searing kiss. "With my last breath," was all I got out before he swept the papers off of his desk and took me right then and there.

Without me having to say the words, just like I knew, Edward knew that there would never be another man for me, and that I would love him until I breathed my last breath.

Putting all that aside, I brought my focus back to the matter at hand. This morning was all about the sexy man attached to the monster cock I was currently deepthroating. And, I loved every goddamn minute of pleasure that I was bringing him.

His moans and grunts of sexual ecstasy went straight to my core, feeding my own arousal. I could get off just by listening to the sexy sounds my man made when I gave him a blowjob.

I hummed in delight at the effect I was having on him. The vibrations from my throat caused Edward to hiss out a string of colorful words. "Goddamn it, Bella!" He cried out, as his gorgeous face contorted in pleasure.

There was nothing more beautiful than watching Edward fall apart at my hands, or mouth in this case. Feeling the muscles in his stomach and thighs contract, I knew he was close. "Yes … yes … mother fuck …" he hissed, just as his body tensed and he shot thick, hot ribbons of his salty-sweet cum down my throat. And I swallowed every last drop he had to offer with a total sense of pride.

"Ungh … ungh …" Edward grunted, as his body continued to jerk and spasm with little aftershocks.

"Mmm…" I hummed, as I licked him clean. After placing a kiss on the tip of his sensitive semi-flaccid penis, I looked up at Edward from between his legs. "Good morning, Dr. Cullen, I hope you enjoyed your little wake up call," I grinned, smugly.

Being with Edward had done wonders for my self-esteem, gone was the timid and sexually insecure Isabella.

And, in her place was a confident and sexy vixen that had no problem using her womanly wiles to seduce her man!

Faster than I would have thought possible, Edward flipped us, pinning me to the bed. "What do you think, my little minx?" he asked, giving me a cocky smirk of his own while grinding his already semi-hard cock into my thigh.

"Oh, no you don't," I protested feebly, causing him to laugh. Of course, that did nothing but crumble my already shaky resolve. "Edward…" I may or may not have moaned more than whined his name, "I have to get to the office. I have a meeting this morning."

"Come on, Baby," he pleaded, giving me an adorable pout. "I want to make you feel good too." Hearing my big strong boyfriend/Dom whine like a petulant child was so freaking cute.

That's my man, always thinking of others.

"Edward, we don't have time," I reminded him sadly. "I've got to get showered and to the courthouse by 8:45 and you have patients to see this morning." I reminded him feebly.

"Hmm…" Edward hummed as he pretended to contemplate what I said briefly. "What if I can get you dirty and clean all at the same time?"

Scrunching up my eyebrows, I looked at him as if he'd grown a second head. Well, a third one, because the second one was just about fully grown between my legs. "Really, Dr. Cullen, that's your brilliant idea?" Laughing at the absurdity of his question, I added, "Not to mention that it doesn't make sense."

"Hear me out, Babe," Edward begged, all the while his mischievous cock inched its way toward my equally mischievous center. "We can do it in the shower. I promise to be really fast, please...?" I made the mistake of looking into his moss green eyes, and felt myself waiver.

Going for the kill, Edward pressed the weight of his lower half into me and kissed a blazing trail from the corner of my mouth all the way to my earlobe. "Baby," he breathed huskily against my heated flesh. "I need you."

And that was all it took.

Three simple words were my undoing.

In that moment, nothing else mattered, not the courthouse or silly parents who couldn't get their heads out of their asses and work together for the sake of their children, or anything else for that matter. I didn't care what happened, as long as the end result was feeling Edward's cock buried deep inside me.

Never one to miss an opportunity for sex of any kind, Edward didn't waste any time, hopping out of bed and dragging me right along with him. I squealed in delight and slapped playfully at his back and ass as he threw me over his shoulder and carried me into the bathroom. Not only did my man get me clean in a timely fashion, but he also fucked me six-ways to Sunday while he did it.

And as I pulled into my appointed space at the Seattle District Courthouse at precisely 8:27 that morning, I was grinning from ear-to-ear as well as sporting a post-coital glow that could rival the sun.


"Mmm..." I moaned around the spoon inside my mouth. "Mrs. Cope, you my dear, are a lifesaver." I kissed her cheek loudly and gave her a squeeze.

"Oh nonsense, child," she grumbled, swatting at me playfully with her dishtowel. "It's my job to take care of you and Edward. Besides, you both work so much you barely have time to eat, much less cook a meal for twelve people."

As much as I hated to admit it, she was right. I had been given more responsibility at the firm, and Edward's clinical trial was in full swing and doing amazingly well. Sometimes, we were like two passing ships, barely able to fall into bed together and cuddle, much less do anything else.

In the beginning, I had my heart set on preparing Edward's birthday meal myself, but it just wasn't in the cards. It was actually Mrs. Cope who reminded me that it was okay to ask for help every now and again. The woman had become like a grandmother to me; doting on me as much, if not more, than she did Edward.

Shelly Cope was a godsend. Edward and I made a habit of carving out time, in our hectic schedules, to spend time with her at least twice a month. In the short time that I had come to know Mrs. Cope, I couldn't imagine my life without her; she was a permanent fixture in our lives.

"Okay, I've got this," Mrs. Cope said, shooing me out of the kitchen. "Rosalie and Alice will be here any minute now to help you get ready." I groaned and stuck out my tongue childishly at her reminder.

Chuckling at my aversion to playing Bella Barbie, Mrs. Cope leveled me with a mock glare. "You'd better go take your shower young lady; you know what an impatient little shit, Alice can be." With an all-knowing grin and a kiss on the cheek, she ushered me out of the kitchen.

Mumbling a string of profanities, I shuffled into the bathroom and started the shower. All the while reminding myself that this was for Edward, and I would do anything to make him happy, even suffer at the hands of the rabid Pixie and the Ice Queen. "Yes, Bella," I said to myself. "This is for Edward, so suck it up."

As far as Edward and I were concerned, things were looking very promising. Over the last few months, we'd found our niche and I could not have been happier. Yeah, we worked long hours, but we tried our best not to let our jobs dictate our relationship. Stolen kisses, lunchtime office rendezvous, and on-call room trysts had all become necessary sometimes, for us to make it work, but we did it.

And, so far, it was working!

Just last Wednesday, I was ordered to meet my Master in the neurology on-call room. Edward was the doctor on-call at the hospital that night, and he refused to miss our usual. Master left everything I would need on the bed in my submissive room; and, after freshening up, I headed over to the hospital.

Dressed in a cute, lightweight dress and a simple, unassuming matching cardigan, I carried the picnic basket with all the items that Master had requested through the quietly humming corridors of the hospital. Not wanting to be impolite, I stopped to say hello to a few of the nurses on duty that I knew.

However, I dared not linger, because Master didn't like to be kept waiting. After practically having to tear myself away from the night nurse, Nancy, I turned the corner and ran smack into Edward's new intern, Mack.

"Oh, Ms. Swan," he stuttered, pushing up his thick black-rimmed glasses. "I'm so sorry."

The few times our paths had crossed, Mack was nothing short of a gentleman, but that didn't stop the hairs on the back of my neck from prickling. Even though, on the outside, I was dressed appropriately, I still found myself pulling at my cardigan. I couldn't put my finger on it, but I just knew that I always felt naked and exposed in his presence.

"Mack, hi..." I said, nervously clutching my chest. "Sorry, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going."

"Oh no, Ma'am," he said, ducking his head shyly, "it was my fault. I should have been watching where I was going." Rubbing the back of his neck, Mack still wouldn't make eye contact with me. "Umm... dinner with Dr. C?"

"Excuse me," I said, feeling a bit on edge.

"The basket?" he asked, pointing to the wicker basket in my hands.

"Oh, this… um… yeah, I brought Edward, I mean, Dr. Cullen, dinner." I don't know why, but this guy reminded me of someone; I just couldn't think of who it was. One thing was for sure, the guy gave me the creeps, but Edward spoke very highly of him, so I kept my comments and opinions to myself. "Well, I don't mean to be rude, but," gesturing towards my hand, "Dr. Cullen tends to get a bit cranky when his food's cold."

"Oh yeah… for sure," he said, stepping back a bit. "I was just on my way home; I didn't mean to keep you."

Ignoring his apology, I waved him off. "Oh well, have a good night," I called over my shoulder as I made a beeline for the on-call room.

And I didn't stop until I slid the key that Master had given me into the door, and slammed it shut behind me.

Unfortunately, I didn't have time to have a proper meltdown, so, I took a few deep breaths, slipped out of my dress, leaving me in just the harness Master had me wear, and took my place on the waiting pillow in the center of the room.

Under normal circumstances, I would have been afraid of getting caught in such a vulnerable state, but, lucky for us, Edward and Carlisle were the only two doctors that were assigned to this particular on-call room.

A soundproofed, practically isolated from the rest of the floor, and very comfortable room.

Kneeling there alone, in the dim light, I couldn't stop my mind from bringing up my encounter with Mack. Even though I was dressed normally, and very conservative on the outside, I couldn't help but feel like Mack was somehow undressing me with his eyes. It was weird, almost like he knew what I was wearing underneath and why I was at the hospital.

The thought of it made my skin crawl.

Absorbed by my own nonsensical thoughts, I let my guard down and wasn't paying attention. A sudden rush of cool air had me gasping in surprise and my heart trying to jump out of my chest. "Tsk… tsk… tsk…" Master clucked his tongue. "Where were you just now, Little One? Hmm…? I can see that I have startled you, which means that you were not focused on your Master's arrival."

Master took his index finger and ran it lightly from one shoulder blade to the other, causing my skin to erupt in gooseflesh. "Are there more important matters that you should be attending to, my pet?" Knowing that his questions were rhetorical, I kept my mouth shut. "Because I wouldn't want to keep you from doing whatever it is that you need to do."

Master's voice was nonchalant, but it had a very menacing undertone. My ass would pay the price for my lack of obedience and disrespect. I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from blurting out how sorry I was. Master's voice broke through my thoughts of remorse. "Mmm… pussycat, your heart is racing, is it because you know what's coming?"

Walking over to the picnic basket he began pulling out its contents and laying them on a nearby table that I hadn't even noticed until now. Despite my impending punishment, I could feel my arousal trickling down my thighs. "What I love the most about this room is the fact that you could detonate a bomb in hear and no one would be the wiser," Master said as if he was talking to himself. "But just to make things interesting," turning to show me what was in his hand, "I packed a little reinforcement. Open."

Automatically, my jaw dropped and the little red rubber ball filled my mouth. Stroking my cheek with his knuckle, Master growled deep and low in his chest. "So beautiful," he whispered to no one in particular.

From there, things progressed rather quickly. And, before I knew anything, I was trussed up and spread out on the bed, vulnerable and powerless before my Master. The oversized daybed was the perfect backdrop for the scene taking place. With its intricate wrought iron bars serving as the catalyst to my imprisonment, I'd never felt more turned on in my life than I did in that very moment.

Soft black rope contrasted against my alabaster skin. Gooseflesh prickled and covered every surface of my body as Master stood back and took in his handy work. With the ropes that were keeping me open and spread for Master and the leather harness I was wearing, I imagined myself to look like an insect caught in his sticky web.

"Mmm... pet," Master hummed under his breath. "Your skin is flushed and you're panting, little one. I bet my sweet little pussy is flowing with that special nectar I love so much."

Taking his finger, Master ran it through my slick and swollen pussy lips. I hissed as a flame so hot scorched my skin. "Mmm… delicious," Master praised, sucking his glistening digit. "Such a shame, something so mouthwatering has to be punished because my pussycat has been a naughty girl."

Without a word, Master made a few adjustments to my harness, and a wand was placed over my needy pussy. The leather straps were attached to the D-ring above my pelvis, securing it to my swollen clit. "Mmmm…" I grunted around the ball gag in my mouth.

I tugged and pulled uselessly at my restraints, as the slow, quiet hum of the wand nearly drove me to tears. The setting wasn't high enough to push me over the edge, but low enough to practically drive me insane.


I hated being punished like this!

I'd rather have a spanking any day of the week!

"There, there, pussycat," Master cooed above me, wiping away the moisture seeping from my eyes. "Take your punishment like a good girl, and Master will give his pet a special treat." Rubbing the back of his knuckles across my cheek, Master asked, "Are we still green, pet?"

I bobbed my head in response, unwilling to displease him. Master knew my limits, and I trusted him fully to take care of me and meet every one of my needs. The feel of Master's rabbit fur flogger had my body arching off of the bed in search of its soft strands.

"Nnghh..." I moaned, as the first strike hit my left breast. It was followed by another and another, until I had no idea where one stroke ended and another began.

My entire body felt like it was being engulfed in flames.

Arching as much as I could, my body sought out every strike. Tight to the point of almost being painful, my nipples stood up hard and erect. My thighs burned and my pussy throbbed with a need so painful, I was afraid I would explode.

God, how I loved this feeling of complete and utter euphoria!

Even in the dimly lit room, I could see how turned on Master was by my submission. His chest heaved with each ragged breath he took in. The black wife beater and worn black jeans hugged his muscular body like a second skin. In that moment, I found myself being jealous of a t-shirt and a pair of pants, because they got to touch him. Last, but certainly not fucking least, was the oversized bulge that seemed to still be growing in his pants.

I would give anything to feel my Master's cock pounding into me right now.

"Patience, my little one," Master grinned wickedly. As if reading my mind, Master began to stroke himself languidly over the fabric of his jeans. "Is my pussycat hungry for Master's cream?"

"Mmmhmm…" I whimpered, without shame. All the while, my eyes begged and pleaded with him to give me a taste.

Tossing the flogger aside, Master reached inside the basket and pulled out a candle and lit it.

Fuck me; he was going to use hot wax on me tonight!

Hell fucking yes!

I loved it when he used hot wax on me!

"Such a good little pussycat," Master cooed while he tweaked and pinched my aching nipples. "Master is so pleased with how well you are taking your punishment." Lifting the back of my head, he removed the gag and slowly massaged the ache and tension out of my cheeks.

Master had the bed positioned in a way that made my body was easily accessible to him at all angles. So, when he pulled his black wife beater over his head and behind his neck, I knew what was coming next.

I was going to be rewarded with a delicious treat.

Licking my lips in anticipation, I kept my hungry eyes glued to the ever growing bulge in his crotch.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, pet," Master hissed, giving my nipple a painful twist in warning.

"Shit," I hissed through clenched teeth. Lucky for me, Master didn't call me out on my little slip of the tongue. Needless to say, I lowered my gaze, not wanting to tempt fate.

"Okay, pussycat," Master said, turning my head to the side and angling it up a bit. It wasn't the most comfortable position, but, if I got to suck my Master's glorious cock, who the fuck cared.

"Fuck, girl," Master gritted through clenched teeth. "So warm… ungh … so wet… fuck…" Tears pooled in the corners of my eyes as Master used my mouth for his pleasure.

Grunts and moans filled the room as I sucked, nipped, and deepthroated my Master's cock. Each sound felt as if it was directly connected to my pussy; I was a wet swollen mess of need.

"Glu… glu… glu…" were the only sounds coming out of my mouth as Master's cock hit the back of my throat. Caught up in the whirlwind that was taking place around me, I forgot all about the hot wax. "Mmm…" I groaned, as the first drop of warm liquid hit my clit.

"Ungh… fuck…" Master panted. "That's it, pet, take your Master's cock like a good little slut." My mind and body were being pulled in all directions.

I was on pleasure overload!

Knowing exactly what his girl needed, Master gave me a command. "Cum for me, pet."

"Nnnn… nnnn…" I groaned, as my body released and my orgasm washed over me. Bright bursts of light flashed behind my tightly shut eyelids.

Dear God, was there such a thing as death by orgasm?

Distracted by the massive member moving in and out of my mouth, and still riding my orgasm high, I started when the low hum of the vibrator reached my ears. It sent a volt of electricity coursing through my body. My clit was so fucking sensitive that I had to fight not to immediately cum again.

My hips bucked up, seeking relief from the constant, mind-numbing ache that plagued me between my legs. I needed something, anything, to make it go away. Consumed, it was all I could think about.



Master's crop came down on my thighs in quick succession. "Careful, my naughty pet," He crooned in a low whisper. "I'd hate to have to punish my girl instead of fucking that tight wet pussy."

Damn crop...

"Ungh..." I moaned gutturally around his swollen cock. How the fuck he could still be keeping his release at bay was beyond me, while I was struggling to keep it together with the wand on the lowest setting.

Fighting the need to cum, I started reviewing my caseload in my head. I would try anything if it got my mind off of my impending release.

Without warning, Master ripped his dripping cock from my lips, and replaced it with his mouth, taking tongue-fucking to a whole new level. Wickedly, his mouth dominated mine, causing my toes to curl.

Gah, I needed him to get inside me already!

As if he heard my internal plea, Master rounded the bed, and in one swift thrust, sheathed his thick cock with my swollen pussy. "Mmph..." I grunted, sinking my teeth in my bottom lip to keep from crying out.

"Nah uh..." Master grunted breathily. "I want to hear you pussycat." Grabbing ahold of the bed frame, Master really began to dig in. The sound of skin slapping skin resonated throughout the small room and echoed in my ears. "Let me hear how much you love my cock, girl." Each one of his words was punctuated by a hard thrust.

"Ungh… yes, yes yesssss…" I cried out in ecstasy, secretly hoping that everyone in the hospital could hear how good my Master was fucking me. "Harder, Master, harder..." I begged, shamelessly. Thankfully, he answered my plea by pulling almost all the way out and slamming back into me. "Yes, yes... God, yes..."

This was what fucking was all about.

There was nothing soft or sweet about the animalistic way Master pounded in and out of me. Changing the angle, he placed his left foot on the bed near my waist, which made him go even deeper; hitting my g-spot every time he pushed into me.

Christ, I was going to still feel this a week from today.

Never had I been more grateful that the walls on the on-call room had been soundproofed than I was in that moment, because there was no way in hell that I was going to be able to keep quiet.

With my focus fully on my Master's glorious cock, I was caught off guard when he ordered me to cum, having upped the speed on the wand to the maximum level. Unable to deny him anything, my body naturally adhered to its Master's command. "Unghhhh…" I came longer and harder than I ever had before!

And let's just say, he didn't stop there, Master coaxed three more orgasms from my limp, spent body before filling me with his hot cum and sending me spiraling into the abyss yet again.

To this day, I still couldn't remember how I got home that night.

Feeling my flesh heat up and my girly bits tingle, I let my hand drift slowly southward where I was suddenly aching with need. With the warm water of the shower jets pulsing against my skin, I rubbed my swollen and slick flesh, feeling the all too familiar coil tighten in the pit of my stomach.

Flashes of Edward taking me hard and fast in the shower this morning, danced behind my closed eyelids. "Ahh…" I sighed, pinching my nipple with my free hand.

I was so fucking close, I could practically taste my orgasm.

Picking up speed, I raced toward the finish line. "Yes… God…" I hissed. "Almost there… almost there…" I chanted.

"Isabella Marie Swan, stop playing with your vajay-jay and get your ass out here!"

"Fuck!" I growled, feeling my body betray me. Hearing Rosalie use her Domme voice to call my name had my body involuntarily obeying her command and my orgasm running for the hill. "Fuck, fuck… double fuck!"

Feeling sexually frustrated and bitter, I sat at my vanity while Beavis and Butthead did my hair and makeup. Had it not been for the look on Edward's face – once he got over the initial shock of his surprise party – when he saw me, I would have killed them both and buried their mangled bodies deep in the woods behind Charlie's house in Forks.

"Goddamn, Babe," Edward breathed against my ruby red lips. "You look fucking amazing in this dress." Mentally, I high-fived my girls for placing me in the form-fitting, strapless, royal blue cocktail dress. The red fuck me Jimmy Choos and the blood red lipstick were just an added bonus.

As if to emphasis his approval, he pressed his very prominent erection against my abdomen. Regarding me with a devious smirk Edward said, "You sure you don't just want to slip in the room and let Mrs. Cope handle our guests?"

Dear God, this man is trying to kill me…


Mystery Pov

Look at them.

Always touching, laughing, kissing, despite their audience; it's almost as if we're not even here.

How fucking rude!

"Enjoy it while it lasts, little Isabella," I whispered into my champagne flute, disguising my grimace. "Soon… soon things are going to take a turn… And I'm not so sure it will be for the better."

I looked around the room, taking in the collateral damage. Everyone one of them will be affected by my decisions, and I can't find it in myself to care. One way or another, these uppity, two-faced, rich fucking people would suffer at my hands.

I would show them all.

I would take what I wanted, and there won't be a damn thing that they can do about it.

Gone were the days of being somebody's insignificant little doormat.

Through hard work and perseverance, I'd made it to where I was today.

I'll show her.

I'll show him.

I'll fucking show them all!

That's right Ms. Swan, enjoy it while it lasts, because I'm coming for you...

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