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Thanks to Scarlet Play, Massy, Chrisann, and WitchyVampireGirl for all your help on this chapter!

Year One to Two: The Gap

It was a hard few months after Mase left and headed home. He really had changed me, and I found myself wanting to explore myself sexually, but I didn't want to do it with anyone but him. Was it strange that I was pining away for a man I barely knew? Inside the bag he'd given me was a small almost egg-shaped thing that turned out to be a clit vibe. I tried it out, and I had to agree with one of the t-shirts they had; "my toys make all the girls cream", because it indeed did so. If his toys could do that, what could he do to me?

I'd tried to go on a date, forced by my roommate Angela, and it was horrible. Ok, not forced, but she did beg, and it was a double date. Talk about sleazy. And I though some of the guys at the convention were bad. The guy was trying to get under my clothes during dinner. I don't think he even asked me anything about myself before trying to get in my pants.

He got my wine in his face before I stormed out.

I did meet a nice guy who didn't try to jump me within five minutes. We dated for a couple of weeks, but the night we did make out in my living room, I had to give him the boot. The touch was wrong, the feeling wrong. He was a nice guy, but that was it.

The problem was evident: he wasn't Mase. The perfect combination of good guy, bad boy, and sex god. A little heavy on the sex god portion that made him up. I just couldn't get him out of my head or body.

I gave up on dating after that, until I got him out of my system. Though I honestly had no idea if that was even possible. In four days he had completely changed me and my outlook on things. What I wanted in a man, life, and sex.

I thought I wanted some intellectual. A suit wearer, no tattoos or piercings, who wanted to live in the suburbs to raise our children and have a dog. Everything was backwards after that convention, after Mase.

Tattoos and piercings, sex toys, pervert, savvy businessman. I wanted him to continue changing and teaching me more about myself and the world.

But we were four hours apart, and the timing was just all wrong. I'd come to grips with it, but that didn't mean I stopped thinking about him at all.

"Wake up, Bella," Alice called from across the room.

"Why?" I questioned, sighing as I scrolled down the hall layout for the coming weekend convention.

"Because, the sci-fi convention is this weekend, and we have a shit-ton to do and you need to stop thinking about a certain conventioneer. It's been two months!"

"He just left me with a toy, a kiss, and a promise to see me next year. If he was interested he would have asked for a way to contact me, wouldn't he?" I questioned and looked to find Alice staring at me. Yeah, I know I'd been talking about him, a lot, but I just couldn't get over him.

"Oh, my God, I am getting you laid. I don't know how. Jazz has a couple of friends, maybe…"

"No, Alice, I've tried. If it isn't Mase, I don't want him."

"Have you tried contacting him?"

"How am I supposed to do that? I don't even know his full name!"

Alice rolled her eyes and sighed before leaning on my desk. "Bella, the man runs a sex toy company that does most of his business off the web. You can start with Facebook. If that doesn't work, look at the file to get a company number, or just do a search! The internet is your friend."

With that she left and headed to look at how the set up was going in the main hall, and I was left with the seeds she planted. I stared at the computer before biting the bullet and opening up my work Facebook. Thankfully we did a lot of marketing on there, and we had profiles connected to the convention center. It was a great networking tool, and helped to get information about upcoming conventions around.

At the top I plopped in M and M Toys, the cursor wavering over the search button before clicking. It wasn't really stalking, right? I took a deep breath, and in a blink of an eye, there he was staring back at me, Em standing next to him.

"M and M Toys: Makers of fine silicone adult toys and accessories since 2007."

Fuck. My memory did no justice of how hot Mase was. The picture was a few years old. His interesting bronze hair was pulled up into a short Mohawk, and he was missing his sleeve tattoo. He also was sporting a lip ring at the time. He was smirking, and even on a computer screen it made me squirm.

The page had over twenty-thousand "likes," and I turned to scan down the page. There was a recent post, apologizing for the lack of promised pictures from the recent conventions; they'd been busy filling orders.

Pictures from St. Louis followed, where they'd headed a few weeks after Indianapolis. Smiling faces and beautiful women surrounded them. Mase's green eyes seemed to jump from the pictures, almost as if he was staring at me. Which was absurd.

I kept scrolling down, there were tons of pictures, and then I found the Indianapolis convention.

The very first picture was of me.

I gasped. Not only had I been caught unaware, but my hair a mess and I had dark circles under my eyes. When was it taken, and why did they post it? It wasn't my best picture and thousands of people had viewed it. I was so embarrassed, looking at myself in that tight dress, the stewardess-like one from Kate.

Looking at it again, it wasn't as business-like as I had thought. The caption read "Convention director Bella Swan: show stopper in her borrowed Le Petite Masquerade threads."

I was freaking out as I looked at the 127 likes the picture had received. There were more than sixty comments, so I expanded them to find out what people had to say. The first few were an exchange, but there were no pictures of the persons themselves next to their name.

Emmett McCarty: Also known as Pet. ;)

Edward Masen: I'm deleting your comment.

Emmett McCarty: No you aren't. Rose won't let you. :P

There were no more comments from those two but the rest surprised me with their words that described me; sexy, want her, she rocked that outfit, fuck she's hot, and so on. The comments made my face heat, having never thought I was that sexy…at least until Mase came around.

I moved on, unsure how to take the comments. There were photos of Mase and Em at their booth, smiling with their products on display. My heart skipped a beat as I looked at him. Other pictures of them with patrons, other booths, and some of the stage shows, followed.

It ended with me. A picture from day one, but I wasn't alone, Mase was there as well. It was from Starbucks, when he'd stepped up behind me, arms around my waist, his nose running up my neck. My eyes were heavy lidded, cheeks flushed.

When had Em taken it? I didn't remember seeing him at Starbucks, but maybe he was hiding. I knew Mase didn't buy coffee for anyone else, just himself.

The caption read: Mase and his Pet, on day one before the convention started. Their chemistry was explosive then. Too bad he didn't have the guts to get her digits before he left.


Emmett McCarty: Nope.

Edward Masen: IT'S PRIVATE!

Emmett McCarty: Then maybe you should have done something about it instead of being a douche.


My eyes were wide as I stared at the screen, gripping the edge of my desk. I could barely breathe. It was all so embarrassing. How was it possible? I was the first and last picture, and the Edward person was angry about both of them. Why?

There were a few other comments, mostly along the lines of either "lucky bitch" and "fuck, she's sexy". After letting some of it sink in, I wondered why Edward Masen was so against my pictures being up. After going back and reading all of his comments, I clicked on his profile. A picture of a tattoo was used as his AVI, but his cover photo was odd; it was of me with Mase and Em. When I clicked on his photos I nearly fell out of my chair.

Edward Masen = Mase

There were hundreds of photos of him along with Em and a stacked blonde named Rosalie Hale. His beautiful smiling face knotted up my stomach, but that was nothing to the clenching of my pussy when I saw what he'd been hiding under his shirt. The photo revealed a dragons head on his pec; the top portion of his full sleeve. On his left side was some sort of crest.

It was like watching porn, in a way. That same strange, undeniable draw to him was evident even just seeing him on the screen.

I was drooling at seeing his naked chest down to his lounge pants low on his hips. He had bed head and morning wood that was pressed against the thin fabric leaving little of his cock to the imagination. His eyes were sleepy, and he flipped off the camera. He looked so cute and so sexy at the same time. It was added by Emmett McCarty, which I'd figured out was Em. Such an Em thing to do – adding an embarrassing photo. After all, he'd put up the ones of me when I looked less than my best in those candid shots.

There were multiple pictures of them at work, hanging out, getting tattoos and piercings. I was also able to see his nipple piercings, and I had the undeniable urge to lick the screen. There was at least one tattoo below the belt, resting on his right hip bone in an elegant cursive: "Family is what you make it. E.R.E. forever."

Another piece to the mystery that was Mase. That one meant something – it meant a lot.

Over the following two months, I spent all of my free time looking at his pictures, surfing the new ones that came up. I never could find the nerve to actually contact him, so I remained a lurker, an unofficial cyber-stalker. New photos began being posted, and I watched the progression with a morbid fascination over his newest tattoo. It was on his right forearm, and he only released one picture per day, though it was an all-black design, and therefore, done all at the same time. The transformation of his skin was incredible, and one day I gasped at the final image.

It was a swan. A black tribal designed swan.

There were three other pictures as well that final day. Mase's hands spelling out "Pet" in sign language.

Holy shit.

So, maybe I wasn't crazy. Maybe I wasn't the only one who couldn't stop thinking about the other. Mase had gone so far as to mark his body with something that reminded him of me.

It was two weeks later, four months after the convention, when I had a friend request pop up, and a short PM of "Miss you." I readily accepted, shooting back my own, "Miss you too". A few hours later I received what had to be the best letter ever.

My beautiful Pet,

I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. Does that make me stalker-ish? If it does, I don't care, because I believe you're completely to blame. You're a siren, singing an appealing melody created to pull me in. All the effort wasn't needed – I was hooked in the first five minutes of meeting you. I wanted to tell you all this when I was there, but I couldn't form the words to express the severe emotions you evoked. That, and fear, because I don't know if you can accept me and all that goes with me. I thought maybe the distance would help clear my head, but that only made it worse. Scaring you away is not what I wanted to do when we parted, so I reined it in.

Now that I've put myself out there, I need to know if I'm crazy, or if you felt it too?



I stared at the screen of my laptop as I sat in the middle of my bed, reading and rereading the words. I felt like I was about to explode with joy. My fingers began furiously typing, like my life depended on replying to his as soon as humanly possible.


Thank you for confirming I wasn't a complete psycho for thinking about you non-stop, because my friends do. I don' know what this song is I'm supposed to be singing as this siren, but all I can say is ditto. I know I made a fool out of myself for all the staring at you during the convention. And what would scare me? I've already accepted that you're a perverted sex addict who wants to drag me to the dark side (which I have to admit excites me).

By the way, I like this. I like talking to you, and I like that you want me as well.



I was too scared to ask him about the tattoo, to find out if it really was about me.

Our first conversations gave me so much hope, and I wasn't let down. We were both really busy, but we tried to PM each other at least once on Facebook every day, even if was just a small "hi." It stayed that way for months, learning about each other. So far, there was nothing scary about him. He was orphaned at fourteen and lived in a foster home with two people he described as a God send; Carlisle and Esme Cullen.

I then learned he grew up in the same neighborhood as Em and his wife, Rose, before ending up in the same foster home with them. Em's father had died, and he was taken from his mother by child services due to her emotional instability and inability to care for him. Rose, at the age of seven, was witness to the brutal murder of her mother at the hands of her father.

Mase said it was their relationship that helped get them all through the shit life threw at them. He also stressed that they were very close, which was understandable, and that it was hard to let people into their inner circle – so hard it had never happened. Every time he stressed their closeness, I felt like I was missing something.

Rose worked the finances of the business as well as designed a few toys, but Em and Mase were the depraved brains. I once asked what sparked their desire to try out such a lifestyle, and he said he was simply a pervert with a brain.

I could go with that.

Every day the messages became more and more lewd.


How's Indy? Chicago's ok. The trees are bare, the sky is blue, and it's so cold I'm freezing my balls off. Literally. I went commando today, and I swear they're stuck to my leg.

I came up with a new idea for a product inspired by you. I just can't stop thinking about you and your sinful body. Your smell, your taste; the way you'd clench around my cock.

Morning, noon, and night. Especially night. Well… anytime really. You've become my naughty toy muse. Toys for guys, toys for girls, all things I want to try on you and with you.

Going to be a late night tonight. Want you in my arms. A guy can dream.

I think every day about asking for your number so I can talk to you, but I know that conversation would quickly go into the gutter. Can't help it, you do that to me.

Longing to hear you,


It took a few short minutes to put in my phone number in the space and hit enter. He didn't ask, but he did, and I wanted to talk to him. I needed to hear his voice again, to know it was all real.

Less than a minute later my cell phone was ringing, and I was throwing my laptop onto the bed as I lunged across it to answer it.

"Hello?" I said into the phone.

"Why?" was all he said. I needed more.

"Why what?"

"Why did you give me your number? You should know by now how little control I have over myself in regards to you."

My smile was so big it hurt my face. "Ditto."

"I miss you," he whispered and let out a sigh.

"I miss you too."

I heard a groan through the receiver. "I forgot how sweet your voice is."

I giggled a little. "I forgot how sexy yours is."

"Sexy? Really? What does it do to you?"

I bit my lip and took a deep breath. I was already getting riled up just hearing him. "When you stand behind me and whisper into my ear it sends shivers down my spine and heat to my core. My whole body feels like I'm on fire."

He groaned, and I had to adjust how I was sitting. "That's when I'm there, behind you. What about now, over the phone."

"It makes my chest ache to be near you," I admitted in a low, sad voice.

"Me too," he agreed in the same tone, then pressed for more. "What else?"

"I yearn to feel your touch, it still sends tingles throughout me. Fantasies of you working me with a toy, doing a study on me. I feel like you're so close, close enough to touch." I wiggled more, trying to get some friction.

"Do you want me to touch you?"

"Fuck yes," I whimpered, my hips rocking, begging, pleading for me to do something. But I was on the phone with him.

"Do you want me to make you come?" His voice had become low and almost scratchy, making me ache more. My voice got caught in my throat, unable to make a sound. "You need to be open and honest with me, Pet. I need to know what you want, so I don't hurt you."

"How could you hurt me?"

"I could pick you up, tear your sweet panties off and plunge into your pussy, fucking you hard up against a wall, the brick biting into your skin. We're outside, and people could walk by and see us."

"Oh, fuck." I let out a shuddering breath. My face was hot, my whole body too, and I could feel how wet my panties had become.

"That's how much I want you right now. I don't care where we are and who's watching, I just want to be buried in you, connected in the most primal of ways."

His breathing had picked up, and I could make out a strange rhythmic sound in the background. "Wha-what are you doing?" I asked nervously, my thighs clenching at the sound.

"I'm stroking my cock," he answered, unabashed as usual. I licked my lips, imagining him hard and leaking. "Fuck, Pet, I'm so hard for you. Are you wet for me? Touch yourself, baby."

His voice had me shivering as I slid my hand under the waistband of my panties. My fingers skimmed over my clit, and I gasped at the feeling as well as how wet I was. Through the receiver, I heard a low moan, his pace picking up.

My fingers felt around, gliding around my swollen lower lips. "I don't think I've ever been this wet," I said, though to myself, but when I heard Mase moan and shudder, I knew he'd heard as well.

He was panting hard. "Pet, oh fuck, Pet," he chanted.

My fingers played with my clit, and I contemplated pulling out a toy, but I didn't think either of us was going to last much longer. Mase was groaning, making my fingers move faster, my muscles coiling. I was whimpering and moaning with unabashed desire.

"That's it. Oh, fuck, baby, I'm…I…" He couldn't finish his words, but I knew by the guttural cry, he was coming.

The image of him exploding, droplets of his creamy white cum landing on his painted flesh, was too much, and I began shaking as I screamed out in ecstasy. I could hear him cursing through the rushing sound that filled my ears, my body quivering as I came down from possibly the most explosive orgasm I'd ever had.

"Fuck, I knew this was a bad idea," he whispered a few minutes later as we came down. He blew out a breath, exhaustion clear. My stomach turned, and I could feel the sting of tears in my eyes. "I don't know if I can keep from molesting you over the phone every time we talk. At this fucking rate, I'm going to fuck you in the entry way of the convention center as soon as I see you."

My ears perked up, and it clicked what he meant. It wasn't a bad idea, but it was testing his self-control and desire for me. I bit my lip and smiled. I suddenly felt sexy and powerful, knowing I made him go mad wanting me.

"Really?" I questioned coyly, unable to imagine him hard again so fast after coming.

The receiver rumbled with his deep chuckle. "Pet, I'll be amazed if I can restrain myself. I've spent over nine months fantasizing about you. My body aches to be near you again. To touch you, taste you." He let out a shuddered breath. "Fuck, and now I'm hard again, and it's all your fault."

"Well, if I was there, I would take responsibility for it," I teased.

"Would you now?" he questioned in a playful tone. "And how would you do that?"

"Are you really ready to go again? It's only been about five minutes."

He snickered into the phone. "Baby, for you I'm always hard. I came four times in a row the other day thinking about you."

"I didn't know guys could do that," I said in amazement.

He snickered. "Most guys don't know how. But, I've had to try a lot of things out for my job. Some things stick. Basically, I'll never leave you wanting. I can and will fuck you, until you pass out from coming so much."

I groaned at the thought. "I've never had an orgasm during sex."

"That doesn't surprise me."

"Because I'm so innocent?"

"Most guys are in it for them, and only them. I want to hear my Pet moan, watch her come undone, knowing I did that to her. I want her satisfied. I want her girlfriends jealous of her because of what I do."

"Hmm, I think I like that idea."

"Do you now? Good, because I plan to make it happen." I could tell he had that sexy sly smile on his face.

"How long until you're here?" I asked with a bit of a whine.

"Not soon enough," he said with a heavy sigh. "Nine weeks?"

"Not soon enough is right."

We talked for what felt like a few minutes, but when a yawn took over, I looked at the clock; it read two in the morning. I hated to let him go, but if I didn't get to sleep I'd be no use at one of our largest conventions in the morning. After saying goodnight, I fell into a deep sleep, and images of a future with Mase, kept me company all night long.

Five weeks later, I was sitting at my desk, staring at the computer screen and the name M & M Toys.

"How's lala land today?"

"Sunny," I replied with a smile.

"Stop smiling like that or I might fall over dead in shock," she said, and then looked closer, her eyebrow cocking. "What happened to make you like this?"

My hand moved up and swung my monitor around for her to see while I grinned like a fool. "M and M Toys signed up."

Alice rolled her eyes. "Thank fucking God! I'm so sick of listening to you whine about that man! Now, as soon as he gets in you are going to fuck him, aren't you?"


"You've been talking on Facebook for months now. You like him, he likes you, you want each other, and you've had phone sex, so fuck already and get it over with!" she exclaimed before adding, "And then tell me all the details!"

I rolled my eyes and brought the screen back in front of me. A smile grew on my face as I stared at their name. Inside I was buzzing. Only a few weeks until he was there, until I saw him again.

It'd been a long year, and I couldn't wait any longer.

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