A/N: I don't own Twilight, but this story – including its plot and characterizations – is alllll mine.

Well, here we go. I've had my little break and now this story is back on in full force. I've been cleaning it up a little, but for the most part it remains the same as before. I recommend that all readers, both new and old, read from the beginning just so you're up to date and it's fresh in your head once we catch up to where I left off (chapter 21). Chapters will go up once a week on Mondays to allow new readers to get into the story and old readers to re-read if they want to. Sorry if that bugs you, but it seems like the best way to ensure everyone has the same reading experience.

I've had so much help and encouragement from wonderful people throughout the writing of this story. I would like to extend my eternal gratitude and love to the following amazing women: AngelGoddess1981, who stands by my side to this day, for always being there for me and this story by reading, betaing, hand-holding and anything else I've ever needed; herinfiniteeyes for being my very first beta and fandom-made friend; WriteOnTime for recommending this story to her own readers and betaing in a pinch; and kimpy0464 for reading, reviewing, recommending, betaing, and encouraging everything about this story from start to finish. I can honestly say that The Night She Wore Black would be nothing without them. Thank you for being everything that you are, ladies :)

AngelGoddess1981 will be my official pre-reader, beta, and hand-holder as I once again post this story. I love her in indescribable ways, and you're all going to want to puke with how much I mention that by the time this story is done. Just kidding ... maybe.

Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed before, to the readers returning to see this story through, and to the newcomers who I hope enjoy it as much as everyone else once said they did :)

**WARNING: This story will contain themes and situations which may not be appropriate for all readers, including BDSM (Bondage, Dominace and Submission, Sadism and Masochism), the potential for graphic personal injury and physical pain, and coarse or offensive language. Please consider how you might react to these themes and situations before you begin reading this story. Thank you.**

~ Chapter 1 ~


I awoke with a hand rubbing slowly up and down my side, its soft smoothness belied by the strength evident in its grip. I smiled sleepily and sighed. There was no better way to wake up than this.

Edward pulled himself up to my back, spooning me from behind, and placed a soft kiss behind my ear. "Good morning, beautiful," he whispered. I hummed in reply.

Kissing behind my ear again and then slowly trailing his lips down the back of my neck, he slid his hands around to my front and began to caress my hips and stomach. I knew exactly where this was headed, and I wanted it ... badly.

He inched my pink silk nightie up my thighs and slowly pulled it up and over my arms, lightly trailing his fingers back down my body once it was removed. His hands began roaming over my exposed flesh, teasing the sensitive areas he knew set my skin aflame.

I was already panting heavily by the time he moved his attention lower, focusing on the arousal he had awoken between my thighs. My body was ready for him, aching to feel every inch of his lust as he continued to play me like a symphony. "Enough, already," I moaned. "I can't take it anymore." Edward chuckled softly, removing his hand and positioning our bodies to join. I took a deep, shuddering breath, and then we were one, moving in the fluid rhythm that years of lovemaking had given us.

His hot breath against my neck was like fire on my already burning flesh, but I welcomed it, bringing a hand up to twist my fingers into his hair and pull his mouth against my skin. He kissed my shoulder before his tongue traced a winding path to my jaw, the sensation of his warm lips moving to my ear driving me wild. We had only just started and I was nearly undone.

It seemed my body was having a similar effect on Edward as his movements behind me became faster and more determined. His breathing turned to panting and his hands gripped my hips tighter, signalling that his release was near. I let go, allowing the heat building within me to explode in waves of ecstasy as Edward's pace became increasingly erratic. Soon he was done too, his face burying into my neck as his own pleasure consumed him.

We slumped against one another breathlessly, limbs still quivering in the aftermath of orgasm. Edward pulled me tightly to his chest. "Ahhhhh," he breathed out. "Now that … is a good morning."

I rolled my eyes and giggled as I moved away from him and climbed out of bed.

"Get up, Edward Cullen. It's time to get ready for work."

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I tapped my pen angrily on my desk as I stared at the papers before me in frustration. What was becoming of our school system when eighth grade students handed in homework like this? How had this become acceptable English?

I think the author was whack bcos she didn't just say

what she meant she was all confusing and shit

and used words like hath and she just wants her dude to bring her flowers.

What the hell? I asked for their interpretation of Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Sonnet 44 and I got this garbage? And did I read a 'shit' in there? Holy crap, this was depressing.

Tired of losing brain cells over my class's disturbing misuse of language and grammar, I let my mind wander back to my sexy morning with Edward. The man was so damn talented. We had a great sex life and I got off every single time. He was so generous and giving, even in bed.

Yet I couldn't ignore the feeling that I was missing something; that I wanted something more. As amazing as our sex life was, there was a tiny part of me that I knew was going unfulfilled. I wanted him to take me. Really take me. Hard. Aggressively. I wanted him to hurt me a little. Just a little.

I brought it up with him once years ago and it didn't go over well. He tried, for me, but I could tell it was forced. He would bite, but not hard enough. When he held me down, I could easily have wriggled free. It was like he thought he would snap me in half if he threw me down on the bed. I snorted to myself. I might be petite, but I wasn't fragile.

I sighed and rested my chin in my hand. I wanted this. I wanted it bad. But how was I to go about getting it? How indeed…


I opened the front door to our house, glad to finally be home. It had been a long day in the lab and all I wanted was to curl up with my Bella and relax.

The first thing that hit me when I walked in the door was the smell. It was floral, but spicy. Roses and ... I didn't know what else. Cinnamon, maybe? Mixed with vanilla? It was exotic, and … well, almost erotic. I swallowed the saliva suddenly pooling in my mouth and once again breathed deeply. The aroma was deliciously intoxicating. I wanted to find the source immediately.

I closed the front door and shrugged out of my jacket, hanging it in the hall closet and slipping out of my shoes before I padded silently into the kitchen. Bella stood with her back to me, arranging a tray with crackers, cheeses, and sliced fruit. I noticed an open bottle of wine and two wine glasses sitting on the counter.

She was wearing a white silk robe that ended just above her knees. I followed the lines of her calves down to her bare feet, trailing my gaze back up her legs and then over her small hips and straight back. Her hair was pulled up into a haphazard bun atop her head, exposing her long, graceful neck.

I was such a lucky bastard.

Leaning against the doorframe and crossing my arms over my chest, I lightly cleared my throat to get her attention. She turned and flashed a smile at me that lit up the whole room. "Edward," she said, almost breathlessly. "I've been waiting for you."

"So it appears," I replied with a smirk. "This looks wonderful. To what occasion do I owe the gesture?"

A spark of mischief flashed in her eyes but was gone the next second. "Do I need an occasion to enjoy a romantic evening with my husband?" she asked coyly.

"Of course not," I replied, though I wasn't entirely convinced of her innocence in this. I knew her all too well; she was up to something.

"Well then, let's get to it," Bella said, picking up the tray of food and heading for our bedroom. "Bring the wine?" she asked over her shoulder.

Quickly grabbing the wine and two glasses, I followed her down the hall. As I entered our bedroom I immediately found where the arousing smell was coming from. The lights were out but there were candles burning everywhere, causing shadows to flicker and dance along the walls. There were red and white rose petals scattered over the bed and on the floor. I also noticed a box wrapped in silver paper tied with a black ribbon sitting on my bed side table. To say I was blown away would be the understatement of the century, maybe even the millennium. I just stood in the doorway and gaped, taking it all in.

Bella set down the tray and turned to me, beckoning to me with her finger. My legs walked to her but I was fairly sure I'd left my brain outside in the hallway. I stopped in front of her and wrapped her up in my arms, at a loss for what to say. She snuggled into my chest for a few seconds before pulling away to sit on the bed while I continued to take in the romantic setting she had created.

Bella took the wine and glasses from my hands – honestly, I hadn't even realized I was still holding them – and then moved to the table, pouring us each a glass. She handed me my drink and picked a grape off the tray, bringing it to my mouth. I parted my lips slightly and she slipped it between them, licking her fingers clean as she watched me chew; it was one of the sexiest things I had ever seen. We continued this for several minutes, feeding each other and drinking our wine in comfortable silence. When the tray was nearly empty, Bella stood and moved it to the top of our dresser.

She came back over and stood between my legs, leaning down to kiss me. It was a slow, sweet kiss, and I could taste the strawberries and wine on her breath. She pulled back and narrowed her eyes at me with a playful smirk on her full lips. "You're wearing entirely too many clothes."

You didn't have to tell me twice.

I pulled my sweater over my head and quickly undid the buttons on my oxford shirt. Her hands were already undoing my belt as I shrugged out of the shirt, and she was pushing my pants down my legs before I could get there myself. Lastly I removed my socks, leaving me standing in my underwear.

Bella pushed me down so I was sitting on the bed and then walked around to the other side, picking up the silver wrapped box and coming back around to sit beside me. She looked nervous all of a sudden and cast her eyes down as she handed it to me.

"It's time to open your present," she told the floor.

I took the box from her and ducked my head so I could meet her gaze. "I thought you were my present," I teased, trying to lighten the suddenly tense atmosphere around her.

She took a deep breath and looked me straight in the eye. The mischievous glint was back and I would be lying if I said I wasn't a tiny bit nervous myself. "Just open it."

I pulled loose the black satin bow and tore into the paper. It was a small, black wooden case with a lock on it. I looked at her curiously and she silently handed me a small key attached to a red ribbon. I put the key in the lock and turned, hearing the slight click as it unlatched. I found myself holding my breath as I slowly lifted the lid on the case.

When I finally saw what was inside I let out a gasp of surprise. There were two red silk scarves, a pair of shiny, silver handcuffs, and a small leather whip. I looked up to Bella with wide eyes, feeling goosebumps of panic creep up my spine. "Bella, I … we've talked … about this. I can't. It's too much. I'll hurt you. I could hurt you. I wouldn't be able to handle that. I just can't!" My heart was hammering so violently I was sure she could hear it.

"Sssshhh," she whispered. "You can and you will. I want this, Edward ... more than you realize. I need this. I know you think I'm this delicate, fragile little thing, but you're only looking at the outside."

She was slowly loosening the tie on her white silk robe as she spoke. "I may be the picture of softness and purity on the outside, but on the inside I'm something else completely."

Her robe fell to the floor, revealing a scanty black lace bra and panty set. The bra pushed her beautiful, full breasts up and in, just begging me to snuggle my face between them. Her panties were low cut, accentuating the soft curve of her hips and rear, and through the thin lace fabric, I could see that she had waxed ... bare.

I groaned involuntarily as my traitorous body reacted to the delectable sight before me. "Bella, I want to. I do, I swear. But when I look at you, I see every promise I made to never hurt you, and I just … I just … I can't ever hurt you."

She placed a finger under my chin and forced me to meet her stare, which blazed with an intensity that could have burned our house to the ground. "I know that, Edward," she said as she reached down and pulled an item I hadn't noticed before from the box. I watched in stunned silence as she slipped a black velvet mask over her head. It covered the top half of her face, but I could still see the warm chocolate of her beautiful, burning eyes. "That's why tonight ... I'm not Bella Swan-Cullen."

A/N 2: And with that, TNSWB is back! :D

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