AN: Okay, so here I am… one week, four days, and who knows how many hours and minutes late… Trust me, it could be worse. You all are more than welcome to take me into Edward's playroom and flog me until your little hearts are content! FYI… I might like it…so don't be surprised.

Moving on, since school is back in, my Beta is a teacher and I can't just spring shit on her last minute, that being said, this puppy has not yet been beta'd. So, please overlook any and all mistakes until I can get that taken care of. I figured that you just wanted more smut and didn't give a rat's ass about the latter. Thanks to you all who sent me kind words, encouragement, and swift kicks in the pants. Know that I may not have time to respond, but I love and adore reading each and every one of your reviews!

Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns Twilight!

For the Love of Domination

Chapter Thirty-One

Put Me On the Naughty List...



If it were possible to murder inanimate objects, I'd be the first alarm clock serial killer!

Groaning, I pulled my aching body from the bed, slipped on my robe and headed to my ensuite to take care of my morning needs. Looking in the mirror at my reflection, I couldn't help the sly grin that spread across my lips. I looked thoroughly, completely, and freshly fucked. Loosening the tie on my bathrobe, I let it fall slack off of my shoulders. Instantly, my eyes were drawn to the purplish, almost diamond-shaped mark on my left breast. My thighs clenched and my eyes closed as I was assaulted with images of last night's time in the playroom.

To say that my Master worked my body over would be an understatement.

I had barely registered that the car had stopped when I felt a gust of cool air hit me, Master was standing with my door open waiting for me to exit the car. "Isabella," Master called in low warning. "Little one, my patience is waning; if you don't want me to take you right here, right now…you will get out of this car." Leaning in, he licked the shell of my ear. "Now!"

Standing on the legs of a newborn foal, I stumbled out of the car. "Whoa, pussycat!" Master said, keeping me upright.

"Arrgggghhh…" I keened lowly as the WeVibe hummed to life. "Y-ye-yeeeeeeelloooow…" I hissed between clenched teeth.

"Shh…" Master cooed. "I've lowered the intensity; just concentrate on my voice, and breath through it, little one."

Eventually, we made it into the penthouse and after cleaning up, I left the WeVibe in the bathroom of the playroom as Master had instructed me to. Kneeling on the pillow that was laid out for me, I concentrated on breathing and clearing my mind.

Being a submissive had become second nature to me; it was my place of Zen. I trusted my Master with my entire being. Every lick of the flogger and slap from the tip of his riding crop went straight to my already throbbing pussy.

I was being torn in two.

The rational side warring against the irrational.

The sane, rational being within me knew without a shadow of a doubt that I had nothing left to give. Four orgasms in less than thirty minutes can leave a lasting impression on one's pussy, but the greedy slut in me was having none of that. With each lick of the flogger, I could feel myself floating even higher. The sound of the implement hitting to the floor registered through my addled brain and I had no time to prepare before feeling Master's cock, hard and heavy was stretching my pussy to the hilt.

"Fuck, pussycat," Master grunted in my ear, setting a very punishing pace. "Let me hear how much you love my cock." I was strapped to his St. Andrew's cross and completely and totally at his mercy.

That was all the fuck I needed to hear for the expletives and shameless begging to ensue. "Yeeesss…please Master," I mewled. "Your girl loves your big cock. Please…use her pussy for your pleasure."

The sound of my second alarm caused me to jump. "Fuck!" I hissed, knowing that I'd wasted too much time fantasizing. "Thank God for aftercare." Master had bathed and showered me before tucking me safely in to my nice warm bed.

Tonight would be different though, it would be a totally different ballgame. Saturdays were well on the way to becoming my favorite days of the week. Not only would Master be working me over in his playroom all throughout the day, but tonight, I would also be invited into his room to spend my night tethered to his bed.

And I could hardly wait!


"Would you like more coffee, Sir?" I asked Master, ready with the carafe.

"Yes, please?" He said, sliding his empty mug over, without so much as a glance in my direction. "Thank you, pussycat. Now fix a fresh plate for me please." Doing as I was instructed, I removed his now empty plate and replaced it with another.

After receiving instructions, I perched myself on my Master's knee and enjoyed my breakfast from his hands. Some people may find this sort of thing degrading and beneath them, but I, for one, do not.

Don't get me wrong, I was not too keen on the idea at first either, but it was on Edward's list and for me it wasn't a hard limit. So, in the name of compromise, we incorporated this into our play one Saturday morning. Instead of focusing on the fact that I was being treated like a child, Master showed me the intimacy and the erotica involved in letting him take care of me that way.

Case in point, right this very second, my Master's left hand was slowly teasing my pussy, while his right hand was feeding me juicy, super sweet cantaloupe. "Mmm…" Master moaned, licking the sweet nectar that dripped down my chin. "Pussycat," he whispered huskily in my ear, "you taste good enough to eat, I think I want a taste. Can your Master have a taste of your sweet little kitty, little one?"

Since we were still in the kitchen, I was able to speak freely, while still remaining respectful. "This girl would love to have you taste her kitty, Sir." Breathily, I added, "If it pleases her Master."

"Mmm…" Master growled, biting at my neck. "Good answer, pet." Tapping my thigh, he commanded, "Up."

With a practiced patience, Master cleared the table while I stood aside and watched. I was a yearning ball of need. Although, you couldn't tell it by looking at me; on the outside, I was as cool as a cucumber.

Having planned ahead, Master laid me out on the table, and one by one, my limbs were bound in leather cuffs. The feel of the soft leather, restricting my every move had my pussy dripping and my clit throbbing with intense need. I couldn't wait to feel his mouth on me. And if the bulging tent in the thin sleep pants he was sporting was any indication, Master was just as ready as I was.

"Well, pet," Master started in a contemplative tone. "Now that I've got you all tied up and at my mercy, what do you think I should do with you?"

Shuddering, but not from the cold, I replied, "This girl wants what her Master wants; anything that pleases you, Sir. This girl is here for your use and pleasure."

"Very well, pussycat," Master stated, busying himself with a bag, I hadn't noticed before. "Tell me, pet, what are our rules for play in free areas?"

"This girl is to be as vocal as she wants to be," I stated, having long ago memorized my responses. "She is to ask permission from her Master if at any time she wants release, and she must remember that just because she asks, does not mean that Master will allow his slut to cum. And, above all, this girl must thank her Master for every ounce of pleasure and pain that he gives her."

Just as the last words clear the air, my mouth was accosted by Master's rough, yet pillow soft lips and his course tongue. Every inch of my mouth was ravaged and explored, dominated by the one who own's me. In that moment, I yielded every fiber of my being to my Master.

I gasped as my lungs refilled with some much needed oxygen. The room was spinning, I was dizzy with so much want, and an even greater need to feel and to know that my Master was in complete control. Ever the anticipator of all my needs. I moaned from deep in my belly when the soft leather of the flogger's strands struck my torso for the first time. On instinct, my body arched from the table, seeking, begging, wanting more. "Yes, Master… please… this girl wants more… please… please…"

"More? My dirty little slut wants more?" Master taunted in an eerily quiet tone. "Does my little pussycat like it when her Master spanks her pretty little kitty?" In quick succession, slap…slap…slap… My flesh felt heated by each lick of the leather strands.

One strike melded into another and before I knew it I was high on the pain, the pleasure, the fulfillment of my every desire. And like a predator sneaks upon its prey, so did my release sneak up on me. And before long I was throbbing painfully and ready to explode. "Master please…" I begged, not recognizing my own voice. "This girl needs to…" the words fell away as I felt the flogger hit just right across my swollen pussy.

And then it was gone.

All contact ceased and I wanted to scream, cry, fucking kill to have it back. I would do anything! Any-fucking-thing to feel that type of pleasure again. "Fuck!" I cried out in frustration, knowing full well that Master would be upset with my lack of control and ungratefulness. Still, I tugged and thrashed against my restraints, seeking the much needed friction of before.


Three slaps in quick succession fell upon the fleshy part of my thigh. "It would seem that my little slut is being an ungrateful little brat this morning!" The word brat sounding as if it left a bad taste in his mouth. "Tsk…tsk…tsk…Isabella," Master said, clucking his tongue at me like he would an errant child. "You know how I hate brats, and you also know that naughty sluts get punished, not rewarded.

Indeed, I did know that, better than anyone else I suppose. I also knew better than anyone not to answer those rhetorical questions. At this point, I could kiss my orgasm goodbye – for now – I hope. Bracing myself for what I knew was coming did nothing to stop me from crying out. "Holy motherfucking shit!" I yelped, feeling the ice cold glass dildo stretch my pussy.

I had a fucking love/hate relationship with that damn thing!

I loved the fact that it was thick, solid, and left me feeling deliciously full, but doubly hated that the frigid temperature burned away my orgasm, leaving me forever dangling off the cliff of pure ecstasy. Master worked the glass beast in and out of my throbbing pussy for what seemed like hours. Of course, that was a complete and utter exaggeration, but that's what it felt like to me. "Please Master… this girl was out of her mind with need, forgetting that her Master's needs are all that matters. Please Sir, forgive this girl for her thoughtless and bratty behavior."

The only sounds to be heard were that of me begging like a wanton slut and the sloppy sounds of my Master using the glass dildo to fuck my pussy with abandon. "Has my naughty pussycat learned her lesson?"

"Yes…yes…yeeeeeessssss…" I cried out.

"Yes what, Isabella?" Master growled deep in his chest.

Fuck Bella! Get it together! My subconscious screamed.

"Yes Sir!" I moaned, despite myself. "This girl has learned her lesson; she only wants to please her Master! She only wants to please you, Sir!" Truer words had never been spoken. My heart, my soul, my entire being lived and breathed to please my Master. He was the other half that made me whole.

"Very well, pet," Master said in that way that you just knew something was coming. "It would please me greatly to watch my naughty slut cum all over my glass cock."

Yeah, he was going there!

Master had a friend that specialized in making unique, one-of-a-kind sex toys for his special clients. So, needless to say, I would actually be cumming on my Master's cock. Well, a glass replica of it at least. Knowing exactly how to use his cock, no pun intended, Master began focusing on that spongy spot deep within my pussy that made me gush every time. "Fuck…fuck…fuck…" I panted when the pressure started to rebuild. "Please Master… this girl would like your permission to cum." I knew that I would need a good rubdown after this was over as I tugged and pulled at my restraints.

"Not yet, pussycat! I know you have more control than that!"

"Arrgggghhh…" I moaned, feeling a sharp slap to my left tit.

Master was right. The pressure was intensifying, but it had not yet reached unbearable. We'd been working on my control for the last month or so, and I was getting better at centering my focus elsewhere. Master never faltered in his ministrations when I began to mumble the beginning of the Declaration of Independence. About halfway through, I began to falter and stumble over my words. Yellow was on the tip of my tongue, but having a Master that was totally in tune with his submissive's every need and who could read her body like an erotic love novel, he yelled, "Cum for me, pet!" before the thought even completely formed in my head.

And cum I did!

With his thumb pressing firmly on my swollen clit, Master yanked out the dildo just in time for a long stream of clear liquid to leave my body and a string of expletives to leave my lips. "Oh fuck…oh fuck…I'm… yesssss! Yessss… Master!" I cried as my back arched completely off of the table. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank…"

My orgasm felt like it was never ending. Spasm after spasm, linking together, not really knowing where one ended and the other begin. I was lost inside myself, floating on a cloud of pure ecstasy. "Fuck, Isabella!" Master growled, just before he sheathed himself in my wet heat. "Listen to that, pussycat. Listen to how wet you are… so fucking tight… so fucking good!" He rambled on as he continued to pound my pussy with each punishing stroke.

Good thing I was strapped to the table, because I was literally being fucked into the middle of next week.

Mmm…I was definitely going to feel this later.

The thought of still feeling my Master's cock deep within me, long after our playtime was done, had another round of tightening in my belly. "Oh fuck!" I keened. "Yes, Master! Please… fuck this girl's pussy!"

Gripping my hips, Master slammed into me over and over again. His balls slapping against my ass with every stroke. The sounds of our coupling was like an erotic soundtrack ringing in my ears. "Holy shit, pet," Master grunted between clenched teeth. "Pussy feels so good…so fucking good!" Bringing his thumb down, he went to town on my poor sensitive clit.

"Oh shit! Fuck…I'm gonna…please, Master? Your girl can't hold it." I whimpered, feeling my orgasm building like a hurricane swirling in the Gulf.

"You better fucking hold it!" He growled, sweat pouring from his brow and upper torso. "I don't remember giving you permission to cum yet! Don't let me down, pussycat. I know you can do this. Focus!"

Not wanting to let my Master or myself down, I dug deep and found my place of Zen. By the time Master gave me permission to cum, my body was running on auto-pilot. I kid you not, I felt like I was having an out of body experience.

Somewhere in the hazy fog of my mind I registered Master's words. "Cum for me, pussycat!" And in that moment, I felt the world spin off its axis and time stood still.

My entire body spasmed and contracted with the force of my release. Out of my mind with pleasures untold, I moaned incoherently. "Ungh… thank you… thank you… thank you…" Repeatedly, I voiced my gratitude to my Master as emotion took hold of me and tears streaked my cheeks.

"Ungh… fuck…fuck…fuuuckkkk…" Groaned Master as ribbons of his scorching release filled my spent pussy. Completely drained in more ways than one, Master collapsed on top of me, careful not to use his full bodyweight.

Once our breathing slowed and our heartrates were somewhat normal, Master set about releasing me from my bindings. With so many endorphins running through my body, I was a trembling, emotional mess.

Lucky for me, I had a wonderful and caring Dom to attend to my every need.


"I know you're awake, pet," Master whispered in my ear. "I can tell by the change in your breathing, naughty girl." Sighing contentedly, I snuggled deeper into my Master's arms, breathing in his unique warm scent.

Intense sessions, like this morning, always left me feeling particularly emotional and clingy afterward. I always felt in those times, in particular, my bond with my Master grew tenfold. After a busy week, me at the office and Master at the hospital, we both needed the physical and emotional release.

Opening my eyes, I saw that the room was bathed in darkness, save for the illumination of the alarm clock on the nightstand. Peeking over Master's shoulder, I gasped when I saw that the numbers read 3:58.

Holy shit! I panicked, internally.

"Master, your girl is…" my words were cut off by the coarse pad of Master's finger against my lips.

"Shh… pet," Master cooed, smoothing the hair away from my face and tucking it behind my ear. "This morning was pretty intense, so I decided that we both needed this."

Tilting my chin, Master placed a lingering, yet chaste kiss on my lips. "Speaking of intense mornings, how are you feeling, pet? Any lingering effects; are your arms feeling okay?" He asked, kneading my shoulders and arms.

"No, Master, you took very good care of your girl this morning. Thank you." I replied, pleading with my eyes for another kiss. After a session like this morning, I am always a bit needier than usual, but Master was always very generous with his affections when I was like this.

"And the subdrop?" Master inquired with a raised brow. "Do we need to end our play session early and talk about the weekend?"

Automatically, my breathing picked up, and panic began to set in. I could feel the moisture welling up in my eyes, and did my best to keep it at bay. "Please, Master, this girl does not wish to end early, she is in desperate need of her Master right now." I pleaded my case even though I know all too well that it was Master who ultimately had the final say.

Staring deep into my eyes, Master remained quiet for a beat too long and I was resigning myself to the idea of ending our playtime early. I wasn't happy about it, but I knew in my heart that Master would only do what was in my best interest, as he always put my needs above his own.

Just when I thought it was lights out, Master cleared his throat, bringing my full attention back to him. "Okay, little one, we will continue on with our weekend, but I will be modifying things as I see fit. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir." I responded casting my eyes down.

"Now, you have twenty minutes to use the restroom, eat a light snack, and be in the playroom in your waiting position." When I made no move to get up Master growled close to my ear, making me shiver. "If you don't want me to turn that hot little ass of your nice and pink, I suggest you get a move on, little one."

Smacking me on said ass, I yelped. "Yes, Master."

By nature, I was a pretty organized and well-planned person, so it was no wonder that I was positioned on the mat in the center of the playroom doing breathing exercises in under twenty minutes. When given a task that involved time constraints, I liked to give myself a few minutes to calm, so I tended to think of my twenty minute as twelve and use the remaining time to re-center my focus and clear my mind.

Today, I needed a few extra minutes to restructure my emotions; I didn't want Master to have to call an end to our playtime simply because I couldn't get my shit together. Using my breathing techniques from yoga class, I was soon drifting into a serene calm state.

Yoga was a lifesaver!

Alice, Rose, and I attended class at a private gym downtown. As a teenager, I hated everything to do with exercise, so when Edward made that a mandatory requirement of his submissive, I had to bite the bullet and get my lazy ass down to the gym. And let me tell you, it has definitely come in handy. With the help of yoga and cycling classes, I had become more pliant and my endurance had improved greatly. I also made time to meditate a few times a week, to help me quiet my mind when necessary. Along with the gym, Alice and I had joined a submissive group also.

I was all about this lifestyle.

Having let my mind wonder, I flinched minutely when Master's voice penetrated my internal musings. "Good evening, pet. My, my, my… don't you look good enough to eat."

And so it began…


Sitting at the desk in my room, I let my feelings about the weekend pour out of me into my journal. Our playtime was coming to a close, and I would soon have to present myself and my journal to Master. The weekend was a bit of an emotional rollercoaster, but I wouldn't have changed one moment of it, well, unless it was to make it longer. Master and I in no way wanted to live the lifestyle 24/7, but I always had mixed emotions when our time came to an end.

In the beginning, the transition from Isabella and Master, to Bella and Edward was hard. Lines definitely got blurred and we made a lot of mistakes. Especially with us living in the same house. Unlike before when I was able to leave the condo, and separate myself completely from the situation, this was now my home, and I only changed rooms.

However, to keep things as separated as possible, my submissive room stayed locked and unoccupied, unless it was the weekend or a prearranged Wednesday night. Any other time, if I needed my Dom, I had but to present myself in my room and hope for the best, because Edward said that I would not always get what I wanted, but I was more than welcome to try. Of course, the same went for him, if he happened to ask for playtime on an unscheduled day. At first, I was hard to comprehend that I held that much power, but Edward assured me that there was no penalty for me saying no.

Also, our friends and family helped out a lot by mentoring our newly budding relationship.

Jasper and Alice, as well as, Rose and Em were Godsends.

Between the two, very different couples, they helped Edward and I both to see that there was no right or wrong answer for our unique situation. At the end of the day, we had to work out a plan that was right for us. For instance, Edward and I had to agree beforehand if we wanted to play outside of our scheduled times, and there could be no penalty if one of us didn't agree.

Also, Edward couldn't just pull the Dom card because he felt he wasn't getting his way. And lastly, I couldn't break the rules simply because it was Tuesday and I was being a brat.

Little by little, we found our way, and though we still stumbled, from time to time, we run like a well-oiled machine most days.

Looking at the clock, I realized that my little trip into daydream land had cost me valuable time. Lucky for me, I had already tidied up my room, stripped and replaced the linens on my bed, and was mostly ready to go. After a quick run to the restroom to freshen up, I gave my room another quick onceover, grabbed my journal, my dirty linens, and my laundry, and headed to meet Master in the study.

Outside the plain, yet imposing wooden door, I took a deep cleansing breath. "Here goes nothing," I thought, knocking on the door.

"Come in." Master's voice sounded deep and strong from inside.

Turning the knob, I entered, pausing to place my things in the corner by the door for later retrieval. With my eyes still cast downward, I made my way to the other side of the massive mahogany desk and, in a practiced grace, dropped down to my knees. "Relax, Isabella." Master commanded, giving his thigh the three customary pats.

Automatically, my body lowered until my ass rested upon the heels of my feet, and my head found its way to his thigh. From root to tip, Master ran his long fingers through my hair, pausing ever so often to massage my scalp.

This too, a relaxing technique that served to ease us gradually out of our playtime, was part our closing ritual.

When I hummed in contentment, Master knew that I was ready to be released. Tapping the top of my head, he gave me the hand signal to rise. With my chin tucked to my chest and my back ramrod straight, I rose. "Precious girl, it is with great sadness that I release you from this, your play collar. But, it is with great joy that I once again replace it with your permanent, everyday symbol of my ownership over you."

Unbuckling the heavy, thick leather collar from my neck, he exchanged for the lighter platinum collar that adorned my neck daily. When the clasped was locked, and the key once again in my owner's possession, Master placed a gentle, yet sensual kiss to the nape of my neck where the tiny padlock once lay. "Mmm… you taste exquisite, pet." Tilting my chin upward, Master's lips closed around mine.

The kiss was long and languid, making me instantly wet.

One would think that I would be spent after the number of times Master woke me during the night to claim my pussy.

I moaned wantonly, and Master took the opportunity to plunder my mouth with his tongue. At my sides, my fingers ached to plant themselves in his thick, silky reddish-bronze hair, but I remained steadfast. Roughly, he took what was his, using my mouth for the last of his weekend pleasure. Just when I thought my lungs would burst from lack of air, the alarm on Master's phone chimed, indicating that our playtime had come to an end.

Perfect fucking timing!


Instantly, I was surrounded by his strong arms, and his face was buried in the crook of my neck. He inhaled deeply, his warm breath sending tingles up my spine. As was our custom, we stood like that for a few beats before he pulled back and looked me in the eyes. "Hi…" he breathed out, placing a kiss so gentle on my lips that it made me fall in love with him all over again.

"Hi…" I smiled back, blushing under his intense, yet tender gaze.

"How about I fix us a light brunch and a couple of mimosas?" He asked, brushing a piece of hair out of my face. "We can sit out on the deck and talk about the weekend."

"Mmm…" I hummed in contentment, loving the sound of one of Edward's special mimosas. "That sounds amazing, baby, and while you do that, I'm going to throw in a load of laundry. I'll meet you outside when I'm done." Giving my love another squeeze, we headed off in separate directions.


With my back flush with his chest, Edward and I laid on the oversized chaise lounge, sipping on champagne laden orange juice and watching the warm summer sky. I love how he tends to be a bit needy after our sessions. I was baffled in the early days of our play when he did this. His overwhelming need to be close to me, to take care of me, and to just touch me or hold me the first day would always take me by surprise.

Not understanding the reasoning behind his strange behavior, I approached Rosalie about the situation. Needless to say, it was a very enlightening conversation, especially hearing it from a Domme's perspective. Let's just say that girl time with Alice and Rose was about more than just cackling like a bunch of hens and gossiping, not that we don't make time for those things, but it's not all that we did.

"So Ms. Bella, how are things going with you and Mr. Cullen?" Rose asked casually over lunch one day.

"Well…" I started, hesitantly.

"Wait…wait…wait…" Alice barked around a mouth full of quinoa salad.

"What the hell, Alice?" Rose hissed, as little bits of grain flew all over her silk blouse.

"Oh, sorry, Ro!" Alice apologized, looking generally embarrassed. "I just wanted to know if I should take five and head to the lady's room or not?"

"Why the hell do you to go lady's room? I asked, baffled. "Especially if you don't have to pee?"

"Well, you said you wanted to talk about Edward," she said in a clear 'duh' tone. "I don't need to hear about how well my brother uses his bits-n-pieces!"

At that revelation, Rose and I both snorted in a very unladylike fashion, garnering a few puzzling and disgruntled stares from nearby patrons. "First of all Alice," I started, wanting to tease her just a bit. "There is nothing on your brother that could ever be categorized as a bit or a piece of anything! And second, I would never disrespect the boundaries of our friendship like that, or knowingly make you feel uncomfortable. So, if you are done causing a scene, I'll get back to what I was saying."

"Sorry, B, I guess I'm just so used to talking to you about Jasper and..." She trailed off, looking down.

"Hey, Al, we get it." This time it was Rose who spoke up. "We're both in relationships with your brothers, and where normally, we'd discuss all our sexual exploits openly, we," Rose moved her hand between the two of us. "would never do that and make you feel uncomfortable. Bella and I will save all the gory details for when it's just the two of us. Deal?"

"Deal." Alice nodded with a huge grin on her face.

"Now that we've cleared that up, what's your issue, Swan?"

Loving how Rose goes from caring, compassionate friend to cocky drill sergeant I pressed on. "Well as I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted," winking at Alice when she gave me a pout, "I was just wondering, is it normal for Edward to be no needy and clingy after one of our "weekends"?" Ever mindful of our present company, I emphasized my point by making air quotes. "I mean, don't get me wrong, my man is very affectionate, always touching, kissing, hugging or just cuddling me, but after our time together, I don't know, it just feels different. I can't really put into words, but his touch almost feels desperate, pleading even. Like he's afraid that I'm going to disappear or something."

Putting down her fork, Rose dabs the corners of her mouth daintily. "Oh hon, I know exactly what you mean." She says, before flipping her long blonde locks over her shoulder. "Edward's actions are completely normal." At my shocked expression, she holds her hand in a 'let me explain' sort of gesture. "Contrary to what you may believe, Bella, your question is a very common one amongst our circle of 'friends', for lack of a better term."

"Trust me, Bella, I had the same questions early on in my relationship with Jazzy." This time it was Alice who spoke. "I couldn't associate the strong dominant man with the clingy, uncertain person he turned into after our playtime together."

"Bella, to better illustrate what I'm talking about, I'll use Emmett and I as an example." Rose said, setting her wine glass on the table. "Emmett, being my mate, my sub, and my everything, knows every facet of my being. In the public eye, work, and even with family and friends, you guys see the tough-as-nails bitch that doesn't take shit from anyone," we all pause to laugh at her highly accurate description of herself, "but Emmett sees and more importantly knows the real me. The one that sometimes cries for hours after an intense session, or the one that just needs to be held and have her relationship constantly validated after a severe punishment scene.

What you fail to realize is that just like a submissive, a Dominant is only half of who we are. That need for control does not completely fulfill our lives, and it's even more complicated when your submissive is your spouse or significant other. You can't detach yourself from the relationship like you could when you have a casual or just a weekend contract in place.

Essentially, we, meaning Dom/Dommes need aftercare just like our submissives do. And most times our aftercare comes in the form of coddling, cuddling, touching, or just holding our subs, getting that revalidation that we so often crave. That's also one of the main reasons why we take the time to discuss the weekend or playtime afterwards. This serves as aftercare for both Dominant and submissive."

I was glad that I'd talked to Rose about this, because what she said made complete sense. And, after her, explanation, I could totally understand my Dom/man's behavior.

Of course, there was still one more thing that was eating away at me. "So…" I said, taking a deep breath. "You don't think Edward had those types of needs and/or feelings when Tanya was his submissive, do you?" I wanted to bite my tongue the moment that vile woman's name left my mouth, but I also knew that I was in the company of my best friends and sisters and I could talk to them honestly about anything. Ever since we ran into her at the club, two weeks ago, my jealously has been eating away at me.

"Oh hell no!" Alice screeched, a little too loudly for our setting.

"Alice…" I hissed in a shushing tone. "Keep your voice down. People are staring at us!"

"Oh Bella," Rose spoke in a hushed tone, giving my hand a pat. "That skank meant nothing to Edward, I can assure you of that. We've been friends for quite some time, and we talk often about our submissives. I have never heard or better yet seen Edward act like this with any of his prior submissives. You, my darling, are the very heart that beats in his chest; Tanya was just a means to an end for him. No more, no less."

"And from a little sister's point of view," Alice chimed in, "Edward never even mentioned Tanya or any of his other submissives to our parents, so that's how I know that she was nothing more than a submissive hole to him."

"A what?!" I choked, grimacing as red wine burned my nose.

Rose, on the other hand, thought it was hilarious. "Oh Bella, we have got to teach you all the lingo. A submissive hole is what we refer to when we are in a contract commitment only. Alice and I came up with the term one night at the club as we people watched. Sometimes, as Doms we are in between submissives or not really in the market for starting something long-term, so we just come to the club on a night when un-collared subs are welcomed, and essentially, go to market." She finished off the last of her wine, speaking as if she's telling me about her new book club. "Hey, it is what it is…"

"But what about sexually transmitted diseases, and things of that nature?" I asked, truly flabbergasted at what I was hearing.

"Everyone at the club has been tested, and gets retested like clockwork every six months; it's part of their membership contract." Rose clarified. "Besides, 'no glove, no love' and that goes for everybody, even those in a contractually binding arrangement. It sucks, but anytime I want to play with Emmett at the club, he has to wear a condom."

"Well that's a relief!" I hissed quietly.

"Of course, Bella," Rose continued. "You have to take in to consideration that not all playtime involves penetration, or at least not by another person. Sometimes toys are the only implements used in a scene, especially when it comes to playing with friends or just training. You know, just how it was when I trained you."

"Duh…" I said, smacking my forehead with the palm of my hand. "I didn't even think of it like that Rose, but you're absolutely right. I guess I just keep forgetting that there are so many aspects of the lifestyle, and the possibilities are endless when it comes to experiencing it."

"Anyway, none of that matters now, because we are all in very loving and committed relationships." Alice grinned, lifting her wine glass in a toast.

"Damn right!" I seconded, clicking my glass with Alice first and then Rose.

"Tanya who?" Rose spat, cocking a very bitchy brow.

Feeling the effects of a bit too much wine I all but growled. "I will cut that bitch if she even thinks of coming anywhere near my man!"

"Ooo…and I'll give the knife a good twist." At Alice's comment, we once again all melted into a fit of very unladylike snorts and chuckles.

The feel of two very strong arms encasing themselves around my body brought me out of my musings. "Hey Beautiful, where were you just now?"

Snuggling in, I just sighed. "Oh…I was just thinking about lunch with the girls a few months back, when we were still so new at this." Hearing his rumbling chuckle, I corrected myself. "Okay, Mr. Wise Ass when I was still so new at this."

"Oh you had it right the first time, Sweetheart," Edward breathed into the shell of my ear. "I was just as novice in our budding relationship as you were, but I'd like to believe that we both have gained quite a bit more experience since we started this amazing journey. Wouldn't you agree?"

"One hundred percent," I concurred, pressing a lingering kiss to the underside of his sexy jaw.

Shifting in the chaise so he was more to the side of me than behind me, Edward grew a bit more serious. "Well, my lovely, shall we discuss this past weekend and how you enjoyed everything? Or didn't..." He added with a cocked brow.

"Yes," I answered, feeling my face heat with my blush. No matter how many times we did this, I always felt a bit bashful recanting what aspects of our sexapades that I loved or hated.

The latter being very few and far between.

Looking in Edward's eyes, my words got caught in my throat. Gone was the big, bad, and confident Dom, and in his place was a man. A man who was on edge, ready to bolt at the first wrong word spoken. Don't get me wrong, Edward was by no means a coward, but my opinion and my feelings meant so much to him that he was always willing to let down his walls and let me see his vulnerability.

And believe you me, I didn't take that gift lightly; that kind of open trust, placed in the wrong hands, could destroy him.

Leaning in, I cupped his cheek and lightly brushed my lips against his. "I'll start by saying this, I love you, and there is absolutely no one on this earth that I would dare to take this journey with other than you." His answering sigh of relief was swallowed up by another, more intense kiss.

After the moment had passed, Edward and I fell into a quiet, comfortable conversation about the previous weekend.


"So, you like the WeVibe, huh?" Edward asked, drawing patterns absentmindedly on my arm.

We were currently wrapped around each other, snuggled under a soft cashmere blanket, enjoying the cool breeze flowing across the balcony. "Mmmhmm…" I shuddered just thinking about the tiny mechanism. "I'm not going to lie, Edward, there were a few times that I was on the verge of calling red, but then you would step in, get my focus back on track, and I felt like I could breathe again." As an afterthought, I added, "I seriously have a love/hate relationship with that damn thing."

"Well, if it's any consolation, I never doubted you for one second." Leaning closer, his lips rested on the outer shell of my ear, "And, Bella, just so you know, my cock doubted you even less. I was so fucking hard all night; I seriously considered stepping into the bathroom to take care of my little situation when I came out of Jasper and Alice's dressing room." Automatically, my thighs clenched and I felt the dampness pooling between my legs.

Ever attuned to my body, Edward knew the moment I became aroused. "Bella, love, are you feeling okay?" Running the backs of his fingers along my heated cheek, he spoke with mock concern. "Sweetheart, you look a little flushed, can I get you anything.

Sexy fucker was teasing me!

Hell no!

Oh, but two could play this little game, Mr. Cullen.

Sliding closer, I brought my body flush with his, and my lips only a hairsbreadth away from his mouth. "No Mr. Cullen, I'm not okay," I said, all breathy and wanton-like. Knowing the effect my calling him, Mr. Cullen, had on Edward, I brought my knee up, applying just the tiniest bit of pressure to his growing erection. Edward let out a deep rumble in his chest, and I knew I had him…hook, line, and sinker. Running the tip of my tongue slowly across my lips, I was just close enough to moisten Edward's as well. Now that my spell was cast, I went in for the kill, "My flute seems to be empty," I bat my lashes exaggeratedly, "can you get me another one of your special mimosa, please?"

Groaning, Edward extracted himself from my clutches, and painfully rose to his feet. "Isabella Marie Swan, you are the devil who wears Prada!" Attempting to adjust himself discreetly, I howled with laughter. "Fucking little minx," he grumbled as he headed inside.

"I love you too, sweetheart!" I yelled after him. Little did he know, I was in no better shape than he was, and planned on squeezing in a quickie before we had to leave to catch the ferry.

After what seemed like forever Edward came out of the condo with two fresh mimosas in hand, and a slight look of discomfort on his face. One look at his nether regions and I knew why. My sexy-as-hell boyfriend was still more than slightly aroused, but to his credit, he sat back down and it was business as usual. "Okay, we've discussed Friday, what are your thoughts on Saturday?"

Smiling coyly at the thought of Saturday morning, I spoke softly. "You know; I don't think that I'll ever look at the breakfast table the same again. The raw way that you took me on that table was exhilarating. I was so overwrought with so many sensations that I blacked out. Gah…who the fuck does that?" I said, burying my head in the crook of his neck.

"Me," Edward whispered darkly against the flesh of my neck. "It was me, sweetheart. I did that to you, and I'll keep doing it as long as you allow me too."

"Until my heart stops beating," I replied instantly, with much conviction. "I mean it, Edward, you can do anything you want to me. I trust you, and I know that you would never intentionally hurt me. And our limits practically mirror each other's, so I definitely don't have any worries there."

"Well, speaking of doing whatever I want to you, how did you like being tethered to my bed?" Edward asked, kissing the top of my head. "I know it's only the second time that we've tried it, and the first time, I only tethered you for a nap. How did you like being there all night? Were your warm enough? Comfortable? Was there anything that you wished I'd done differently?" Edward fired off question after question in that sort of nervous way he does after trying something new. I think it's simply adorable and I fall in love with his just a bit more every time he does it.

"!" I half groaned, half moaned into his chest. "Even though, at times, I thought I would go mad, I wouldn't change a thing about last night. The anticipation of when you would wake up and take me, almost did me in. Physically, from our time in the playroom, I was spent. And no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't keep myself awake. Oh God, and the blindfold you had me sleep in just made it that much harder to stay up. Honestly, with the loss of my sight, the rest of my senses were on high alert. Each time you stroked into my body, whether I was asleep or not, I was hit with a wave of pleasure so intense, it momentarily took my breath away. And don't get me started on the fact that you constantly kept me guessing…would it be hard or would you slide into me nice and slow." Giggling, I said, "At one point, I thought I would chew straight through my bottom lip, I was biting it so hard.

Letting out a deep rumbling laugh, Edward concurs, "I know, at one point I thought I saw blood, so I sucked the poor thing into my mouth, hoping to alleviate some of the sting. Poor little lip," he mock pouted, giving me a soft, sensual kiss on said lip.

We spent a bit more time discussing my tethering and how much I enjoyed being at his disposal, even going as far as to plan on a play session for this Wednesday, to try it out again.

All too soon it was time for us to get ready to head over the Sound to Esme and Carlisle's for dinner, but not before I took advantage of my man during our joint shower.

Hey, we're in a drought, no need to waste water.


As lady luck would have it, the weather was absolutely beautiful and the water was calm and serene. Warm rays of sunshine were beaming down from the clear blue sky, so Edward and I decided to take advantage of the summer day, by spending the hour long ride to Bainbridge out on the deck, instead of sitting in the car like we normally do when the weather is bad. As Edward and I stood, leaning against the railing, I had the overwhelming desire to pinch myself.

How the hell did I get so lucky?

Looking up at the gorgeous man standing next to me, my fiancé, I took a moment to really see him.

And boy was he something to see!

Edward's masculine beauty took my breath away each and every time I laid eyes on him, but it was nothing compared to his heart. His big, kind, beautiful, and loving heart, that's what I fell in love with. Don't get me wrong, his body was otherworldly, but his heart, and his love for helping and caring for others was what set him worlds apart from all the rest. I could not have asked for a better man to spend the rest of my life with.

Okay, who and am I kidding, his physical attributes, and the sinful ways that he used them were definitely worth mentioning. I mean, his hair alone was my undoing. Even as a clumsy teenager, I just loved the way Edward's hair always had that organized chaos look about it. And don't let me get started on how soft and silky it was. Man, I know some women that would kill to have the texture of hair that Edward does; hell, I would even kill for my hair to be that soft and silky. As the sun shone down on him, I was mesmerized by the different shades of reds, blondes, and browns, and how they gave off that coppery glow in the sunlight.

"Pull yourself together Bella!" my inner voice admonishes. "There is no way that your poor vajayjay could take any more of that super cock right now. Girl, she needs a rest; we all do!"

Well, I couldn't argue with that, my poor vaj has had just about all she can take this weekend. Had it not been mandatory that she attend dinner, I would have left that girl at home soaking in a warm bath with Grey's Anatomy playing on the flat screen. Shaking off those lascivious thoughts before they could take root, I noticed Edward checking his watch for the fifth time in so many minutes. I chuckled quietly, but not even that got his attention.

You see, Edward would never admit it, but he was awfully giddy and impatient to arrive at his parent's house, and only I knew the reason why.

He was missing his second best girl. Unbeknownst to anyone else, Edward Anthony Masen Cullen had fallen head over hills in love with a cute little white Chihuahua named Marley. My cell phone was filled with picture after cute picture of the two of them sleeping, watching TV, or just playing when he thought no one was watching. Edward would be horrified if he knew of my Marley and Eddie fan collection. He claims that the only reason he bought the annoying little rodent – his words, not mine – was because Mojo was all up in my ass.

Once again, that was direct quote from the world-renowned physician.

Little did he know that she would come in and melt his frozen heart. As much as he bitched about Mojo sleeping in the bed with us, he has no problem sharing his bed with another woman – of the furry variety. I have some the cutest pictures of the two of then snuggled up with their mouths hanging open snoring away. Mind you, the good doctor says he never snores, but I digress.

Just as I'm about to give him shit for having Marley withdrawals my phone vibrates.

~Bella ~

Hey B, I hope you got my message and you're wearing the navy wrap dress we picked up last week from Sandylew and the kick ass Louboutin's that I brought back from fashion week in Italy last month!



I'm freaking out here B! Why aren't you answering me?


Before I could respond to the first two, more texts came in, and each one seemed to be a bit more frantic than the last.







"Whoa…" Peeking over my shoulder, Edward asked, "What's with all the shouty capitals?"

"I have no idea. I guess she sent the first few texts as we boarded the ship, and of course, cell service on the ferry is virtually nonexistent." Shrugging my shoulders, I said, "I have no clue what your sister is up too, but she's going to be pissed when she sees what I'm wearing." Even on a good day, I could piss Alice off with my casual wardrobe.

"Hey, she's your best friend," Edward corrected, kissing my nose. "I stopped trying to understand her crazy a long time ago." He extended the word long, making me giggle. "I'm sure she'll give you shit about the Chucks you're wearing with a skirt, but I happen to think they look sexy as fuck on your little feet." Edward growled lowly in my ear.

"Down boy," I said, giving him a playful shove. "My who-ha is currently under construction." At my comment, Edward let out a deep belly laugh that was so contagious he had me joining in. "As much as I like have big Eddie parked in my garage," bringing my lips right against the shell of his ear, "my pussy needs a break from your monster cock." Just in that moment, the horn signaling the approaching dock sounded.

I could not had have planned that more perfectly if I tried!

With a smacking kiss to his lips, I left my fiancé by the rail to deal with his not-so-little problem, and headed back to the car. Edward hit the fob from somewhere behind me, unlocking the door. Needless to say, the fifteen-minute ride to the Cullen estate was about to be spent with a very sullen Cullen.

Hoping to change Edward's mood, I waited until we were stopped at a red light to speak. "Baby," I said, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes. "You aren't mad at me are you?"

Keeping his eyes on the road, Edward replied, "Well, Bella, I don't know, you were pretty mean to me on the ferry, and you hurt big Eddie's feelings. Do you plan to apologize to us and kiss the pain away?" For good measure he threw in a well-practiced pout on the end of his statement.

I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing. No, seriously, I was about to pee my pants; it was so funny. Being the loving and devoted fiancée that I was, I decided to play along. Of course, it was all in good fun. "Oh baby," I cooed, kissing him on the underside of his jaw. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, and I would certainly not want to hurt big Eddie's feelings, he's pretty kitty's best friend."

Yeah, we name our genitals…don't judge!

"Well, are you going to kiss and make up with us?" With his brow cocked, Edward gave me a quick glance.

"How about this?" I began proposing. "We sneak away, when no one is looking and head up to your room, so I can personally kiss big Eddie better. And…" I put a finger over his lips to keep him from speaking. "When we get home, Big Eddie can play with pretty kitty if and only if he promises to be soft."

"Promise?" He asked, practically vibrating in his seat while striking up Sheldon's rendition of Soft Kitty.

"OMG…" smacking him on the back of the head, "you are so juvenile!" I hissed playfully.

"What?" He had the nerve to try and look innocent. "I'm not the one who was a meanie!"

By this time, we had arrived at the house, and seeing all the cars, our conversation was long forgotten. "What the hell?" Edward asked no one in particular. "Did I miss something? Did mom tell you she was having guests today and you forgot to tell me?"

"Hey, don't look at me." I replied, shrugging. "I'm just as confused as you are." Thinking, I added, "I wonder if this is why Alice wanted me to were that dress? But, why wouldn't she ask you to dress up too?"

"Beats the hell out of me." He said, opening the driver's side door, and coming around to my side. "Well, let's go see what the Cullen brood is up to now." Taking his hand, I couldn't shake the sudden feeling that something was a wry.

Hand in hand, we headed up the drive toward the front door, but before Edward could open it, the pixie from hell ascended upon on us. "Why haven't you responded to any of my texts?"

"Well, hello to you to, Pix." Edward said, ignoring her question.

"Edward, this is no time to be a smart ass," she retorted, hands on her hips and full of sass. "I've got about fifteen minutes to make my girl presentable." Reaching for my free hand, she began pulling me toward the garage.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Edward tugged back, essentially making this a tug-of-war, with me staring as the rope. "Now just hold your horses, Pix. My girl looks fucking beautiful, and very presentable, so where the hell are you trying to take her?"

Just then the front door opened again, and this time it was Emmett. "Thank God!" I thought, seeing him. Surely, he would be able to shed some light on the situation.

"Yo, Eddie," Em boomed, clapping his brother on the back. "Ma says to get it here, and let Bella Boo go with Alice, so come on. She promised I could lick the brownie bowl if I got you in here, and we all know how I like licking that bowl, so don't make me manhandle you." Well, so much for that, Esme promised the starting center for the Seattle Seahawks food; we're screwed.

Giving Edward's hand a reassuring squeeze, I resigned myself to my fate. "It's okay, babe. Just go with Emmett, and I'll go with Alice. After all, this is Esme we're talking about here, how bad can it be?

Little did I know, that I would soon to find out the answer to my question...the hard way!


"What the fuck!" I screamed, tossing the Seattle times across the table. "This was not supposed to fucking happen! Can't you do anything right!" I hissed out rhetorically. And to no surprise, the room fell silent.

Grabbing my bag and my keys, I started for the door. With my hand on the knob I turned, glaring at the room. "Mark my words, if you don't start doing your fucking job, you will be eliminated! Go to work and fix this mess, because I didn't go through all this just to let that little mousy whore use her diseased cunt to take what's rightfully mine!" Opening the door, I spoke with an eerie calm in my voice. "Get it taken care of, or you'll meet with a fate far worse than hers." With that, I slammed the door, and headed to my shitty job, that I hated with a passion.

Soon, I would be Mrs. Edward Anthony Cullen, and I would never have to work another day in my life. People will know my name, and give me the respect that I damn well deserve. I'll eat in the finest restaurants, shop in the finest boutiques, sit on the boards of the finest charities, vacation in the most exotic of places, sleeping in five star hotels, and flying in first class or better yet private jets. I will be a Cullen, wife of a world-renown surgeon, heir to the Cullen fortune, and Seattle Royalty.

Yes, it was my time to shine, and live the life of luxury that I was always meant to.

I just needed to rid the world of Isabella Swan first…

AN: Okay, I'll make this short, since I have to clock into work in six minutes. I love all your guesses as to what's going on, so pretty please keep them coming. Everything will be revealed in due time. Also in other news, I will be writing a sequel, it was always my diabolical plan, so any questions not answered in this first installment, will definitely be answered in the second half. Pretty please leave me some love! And just to be on the safe side, I'll see you guys in three weeks!



*Don't get too spoiled by the number of words... Isabella had such a good weekend being naughty that she wanted you all to know every gory detail! ;-)