Sorry for the delay in getting this chapter out – life has been hectic and my laptop crashed for a few days and so could only get internet access on my ipad. Had a major panic attack when I thought it had completely broken and I would have to start again from scratch but luckily, it started working today. Phew!

Thank you to my amazing beta Vicky. You really encourage me to keep working on this story and your faith in me as an author is disarming!

This chapter is dedicated to MCRshortstackedme, although I am currently po'd at her for not updating her FABULOUS story Giving In! I believe that I told you I would not post until you did, missy, so what are you waiting for!? ;P x

Thank you to everyone who reviewed the last chapter and I'll see you at the end :)


Light flooding through the room coaxed me out of my peaceful slumber. I was hot… too hot.

I was lying on my back and Edward had his arms wrapped around me like an iron cage with one of his legs slung carelessly over my hips. He was quite literally around me like wrapping paper, drawn to me even in his sleep! His head was nuzzled in the valley between my breasts and he had a small smile on his face as he slept. Like this, he looked so much more his age than he usually does when he is awake. I guess carrying the burden of being sexually abused as a teenager would make you look older though...

I ran my fingers through his hair and marvelled at its softness. I let my fingers massage his scalp and in his sleep, he let out a contented sigh. I listened to his even breathing as I massaged his head like I had wanted to do for a while. His warm breath on my skin sent pleasurable shivers up my spine and made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

I remained like that for about five minutes, just tugging on his bronze mane before I felt a pressing need to pee. Extracting my hands from his hair, I gently attempted to shift his body on to his side of the bed yet it seemed that the more I struggled to shift him, the heavier he got! He let out a small hum against my collar bone and hugged me tighter whilst the skin on his cheek was being pushed upwards giving him an adorable chubby look.

I gave up with a sigh, realising that I would have to wake him up in order to budge him.

"Edward," I whispered as I lightly stroked his jaw where his stubble had grown quickly overnight leaving his skin prickly beneath my palm.

"Yes, Angel," he answered quickly. Too quickly.

"You've been awake all this time and you let me struggle with your weight for how long?" I asked him, miffed.

He looked up at me sheepishly through still sleepy looking eyes. "In all fairness, I was very comfortable and I liked it when you scratched my scalp. No one has done that for me since I was little."

"Well can you shift it please? I really need to pee!"

"Such a way with words, Isabella," he chuckled as he rolled over on to his own side of the bed, releasing me from the prison of his arms. The bed sheet covered everything below his tummy button but his chest was mine to ogle at. He put his arms behind his head and stared at the ceiling with a smile of content across his face.

I quickly went into the en-suite, conscious of the fact that I was completely naked, and did my business before deciding to brush my teeth whilst I was here. After about two minutes, Edward appeared in the doorway.

"You didn't come back," he pouted as he walked over to me and wrapped his arms around my waist, nuzzling his face into my neck.

"I just wanted to freshen up a little," I tried to say without spitting toothpaste everywhere.

"Hmm, you were perfect just as you were." I melted a little at his words. "Did you want to take a shower this morning?"

I rinsed my mouth out before answering. "Ehm, that would be nice."

"Ok, I'll just brush my teeth and then join you." He slapped my butt playfully and gently nudged me in the direction of the shower. I mock frowned at him and he feigned innocence by raising his hands and pouting his lips.

I enjoyed the power of the water beating down on me, removing the tension from my muscles before Edward opened the door and joined me.

"So, you've seen me masturbate in the shower," he began with a wicked smirk, "How about you return the favour?"

I blushed a brilliant shade of scarlet. "Is that an order, sir?"

His eyes darkened and he opened his mouth slightly, his tongue poking out to moisten his lower lip. "Yes, Angel. Show me how you obey my commands each night, show me how you touch yourself," he cajoled.

I smiled shyly and ran my hand over my flat stomach, headed for the wet area between my thighs.

Time to blow his mind.

Or his load!

I winked before dipping my index and middle finger into my folds and gently began circling my clit. I was surprised by how forward I was becoming; Edward made me feel so safe and cherished. I knew I could trust him and it was making me bold.

I let put a small whimper as I teased myself with my fingers whilst my other hand kneaded my breast and pinched my nipples, elongating them into hardened peaks.

"That's right, Angel," he encouraged, his cock hardening and becoming completely erect against his stomach. His eyes were greedily following the movement of the hand that was at my pussy and he licked his lips.

"Push a finger inside your wet cunt," he ordered. I moaned and threw my head back, fulfilling his demand.

I felt myself getting closer to climax and sped up my movements, adding another finger into the mix. I felt a slight twinge as I was still sensitive from yesterday's excitement but the pleasure outweighed the pain so I soldiered on.

What a hardship Bella!

"Edward," I grunted as I thrashed about in my fingers.

All of a sudden, he knelt down in front of me and wrenched my fingers out of my pussy, replacing them with his tongue. He licked and nibbled up and down my slit, burying his nose in my clit whilst his fingers curled up inside me, hitting that spot.

"Holy shit! Ed-ward!" I screamed as I clamped down on his fingers. "I'm cumming!"

He continued to pump, lick, suck and nibble, helping me ride out my orgasm. I tried to slow my breathing as I leant my head against the cool, glass shower door, my breath fogging up the glass.

Once I was relatively composed, I looked over at him only to let out a long, drawn-out moan. He was still knelt on the shower floor; his eyes were alight with humor and his face was completely saturated with my juices.

"So you liked that, huh Angel?" He smirked as he motioned to his very wet face. I blushed beet red and hid my face in my hands.

"Don't be so coy, Baby. You came hard and it was fucking perfect!" He growled. "How about you help clean me up?" His eyes sparkled his mirth and lust.

I looked at him inquisitively. Was he asking me to lick my own cum off his face?

"Yes," he told me. Holy fuck! Is he a mind reader now?

I cautiously knelt with him and leant forward, licking his lips.

"My whole face, Angel," he commanded.

I whimpered as I cleaned his entire face of my cum.

"See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" He asked rhetorically. He pulled my hips into his so that I could feel how hard he is. "Are you sore?"

I blushed again and my eyes widened with surprise. What a personal question!

He saw that I was astounded by his boldness and so asked again. "Did your pussy hurt when I put my fingers inside you?"

I twiddled my fingers, my face flaming the same color as a fire engine. I looked at his feet and then moved my eyes to the corner of the shower – anywhere to avoid eye contact. My feet started to slither over each other and I felt quite flustered.

"Answer me, Isabella! I don't want to have to punish you so soon in our arrangement!"

"A little bit," I murmured so quietly that he wouldn't have a chance of hearing me.

"What?" He snapped, annoyed at my apparent disobedience. He lifted my chin up with his forefinger, gently but still with force.

"Yes," I told him and his eyes softened.

"There is no need to be embarrassed. Most girls are sore after their first time." He rubbed my shoulders up and down and lent forward to plant a kiss on my forehead.

I shrugged one of my shoulders and shuffled nervously. He's being so kind about it but what if he did decide that he wanted a more experience girl who he could fuck without having to teach her everything first? What would I do then? I'm not equipped to deal with that kind of rejection! What if he told me that I had to get another Dom? What if it was James?

"What is going on in that head of yours?" He asked as he ran his hands around so that he was cupping my ass.

I didn't answer and he sighed. "That's really frustrating you know. I want to know what put that look on your face so that I can get rid of it!" He told me adamantly.

I told him a half-truth. There is no way I was going to tell him what I was really thinking!

"I was just thinking about… James."

His face darkened and his kind, open face looked suddenly… menacing… I have only seen him like this once before that time when he was facing off James in the alleyway by the club. I knew blamed himself for not noticing my absence sooner and for leaving me in the first place.

"Edward," I stroked his cheek lightly. "You got to me on time, it's fine," I insisted.

"Fine? FINE?" He practically shouted. "Bella, you were nearly raped by him! That is NOT my definition of fine!"

"I know, but you saved me. You stopped him from hurting me. I'm just scared that he will find me again…" I trailed off at the look on his face.

"Forget about that motherfucker, Bella. If he comes anywhere near you, I'll kill him!"

I wondered if that was an empty threat but the look in his eyes left no doubt… he would kill James!

I tried to think of a way to redirect the conversation because quite frankly, this Edward scared me!

I dropped to my knees opposite him when a though suddenly struck me. I have yet to touch him intimately! I mean, sure he has stuck it inside me and all but I haven't actually felt him come apart in my hand… or my mouth! I had a sudden desire to rectify that situation!

"Sir, I wanted to try something… if it would be allowable for you?" I began and he indicated that I should continue. "Can I touch your, er," I indicated to his erection bobbing majestically against his stomach. I wasn't quite sure what to call it. I didn't particularly want to say the word cock or dick, but penis just seemed so… clinical! The words manhood and 'impressive length' resounded in my head but again, they were the sort of things you would read in a romance novel which was about as detached from this situation as you can get! I opted for just fluttering my hand around and saying nothing else.

"My what, Angel?" He was trying and failing to hold back a smile, his eyes twinkling with lust and delight. Asshole knew exactly what I was trying to say!

Say cock!


A startled laugh burst through his lips.

"Penis?" I blushed uncomfortably whilst my subconscious hissed an 'I told you so!' "What are we? Twelve year old girls in Sex-Ed?"

"Ehm, err, no? Sorry, I meant your eh…" I babbled, continuing to waft my hands around in front of him.

"My…" he prompted raising his eyebrows cheekily.


"There we go! That wasn't so hard was it?"

I wanted to say yes just to be awkward but thought that may be a little immature!

"Can I touch it?" I was shuffling about nervously on my knees and ringing my hands together in anticipation of his answer. I chomped on the corner of my bottom lip and looked at him right in the eyes.

He opened his hands out in a 'you have free reign' gesture. He eyed me hungrily as I pulled myself closer.

In this close proximity, I could hear his breathing pick up and I watched his cock twitch as I gazed at it in wonder.

"It's so big… and cute."

"Cute?" He huffed, offended. "Kittens are cute. My cock is fucking manly, and," he struggled to find an appropriate word, "powerful!" He growled.

I giggled out a sorry and continued my visual perusal of his erection. I extended a fingertip to stroke down one of the veins that was prominent on the underside. He hissed and threw his head back and I immediately withdrew my hand, scared that I had done something wrong.

He caught the look on my face and quickly reassured me that I just shocked him and that it actually felt good… really good!

I grinned and wrapped my entire hand around his width. Well, around as much of it as I could take!

I gently moved my hands down his erection towards the base and he covered my hand with him, guiding my movements.

"A little tighter, and harder… yes, just like that!" He encouraged when I did what he told me to. It was his turn to bite on his lip now! He steadied himself using the glass walls and I glanced over to see his fingers curl up slightly with pleasure.

"Can you stand up, please? It might make it easier for me to… you know…" I stuttered.

He smirked at me as he stood up leaving his erection right level with my face. Perfect!

I wrapped my hand around the base of his length and leant forwards to lick up the bead of moisture that had gathered at the tip. It was salty and musky and just… Edward.

"Mmm," I groaned as I flicked my tongue against the head of his cock.

"Christ, shit, fuck, yeah… Bella!" He moaned, wrapping his hands in my hair and pulling me closer to him.

He shut his eyes tightly and I took advantage of the fact that he wasn't watching me and so took him into my mouth as far as I could go.

"Whoa, Bella!" He cried out in shock.

I moved steadily up and down the half of his erection that I could fit in my mouth. On my next downwards stroke, he guided me further.

"Relax your throat, yes just like that." I felt his push further back in my mouth but there was no way I would be able to get the whole thing in! I settled for bringing up my redundant hands so that one could grasp the base of his dick and the other could reach underneath to fondle his balls.

I was suddenly grateful for the in-depth conversation that I got from the girls otherwise I would have been completely clueless!

He groans and closes his eyes again as I swirl my tongue around the tip before fucking him with my mouth.

"Yes, yes, yes," he chanted as he flexed his hips, writhing out of control! I wrapped my lips around my teeth and clamped down on him, putting some pressure just past the head of his cock.

"Fuck, Bella!" He shouts out my name as he takes over a bit more control of his movements, literally fucking my face!

I pull him deeper into my mouth so that I can feel him at the back of my throat and then ease off again. I suck harder and swirl my tongue round and round…

Watching him coming undone beneath my touch was such a gratifying experience, such a turn-on!

"Bella, Angel," he fought out through a clenched jaw, "If you don't want me to cum in your mouth, I suggest you move. NOW!"

I renew my efforts, intent on tasting him properly. I bare my teeth and lightly graze his length as I moved my mouth down his throbbing erection. That pushes him over and he explodes in my mouth.

"Bella!" Hearing my name on his lips is so sexy! "Yes, so fucking perfect, Angel. God, yes!"

I proudly swallow every drop and pull back once he has completely stilled, placing a chaste kiss of the head of his deflating erection.

His breathing was still ragged as he slowly opened his eyes and looked at me as if he had never seen me before!

"Holy fuck, Bella! You've done that before right?" He gasped out.

I shook my head. "Nope, first time."

He raised his eyebrows in disbelief. "My God, that was the best head I have ever gotten!"

I shifted with pleasure, a triumphant smile on my face.

"You don't have a gag reflex!" He exclaimed. "This just keeps on getting better!"

I smiled angelically up at him and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. He reached down to grasp my shoulders and pulled me up so that I was standing in front of him. Wrapping his arms around me, he began to nibble on my ear lobe.

"Hmm," I sighed in contentment.

We stayed locked in our embrace for another five minutes before Edward turned the shower off and wrapped me in a large fluffy towel, much like he had yesterday.

"You are just so gorgeous," he told me, placing a sweet, completely-un-sexual-but-makes-me-feel-warm-and-fuzzy kiss on the tip of my nose.

"You're not too bad yourself," I replied dryly and he smirked. "Shall I make us breakfast?"

He smiled shyly and nodded his head enthusiastically like a small child.

"Are you going to make pancakes? I really think you should make pancakes!" He told me as we got dressed. I went to put on some jeans over my panties but he shook his head at me and handed me one of his white shirts as he muttered something about being more comfortable. I rolled my eyes and tossed aside my jeans and settled for his shirt acting as a dress. He dressed very casually in grey sweats and a navy hoodie and I didn't notice the fact that he didn't put on any underwear! "Or you could make an omelet? Or… or…" He racked his brain to think of some more food that he could suggest.

I smiled indulgently at him. He could be so childish sometimes yet so beyond his years at others.

"I'll look to see what you have in your kitchen first," I admonished, buttoning up the shirt.

Just as we exited his bedroom he swooped over and dipped me down low, locking me in a passionate kiss. He held me by the small of my back and the back of my head as though I weighed nothing more than a feather.

"Thank you for this morning, Angel," he murmured against my lips, sending delicious tingles and vibrations across them.

"It was my pleasure… literally," I muttered breathlessly and he smirked, throwing in a cheeky wink too.

We headed towards the kitchen that I was now very familiar with – probably more so than Edward is! I went straight for the cupboard which housed the pots and pans, rustling through them and making a show of bending at every available opportunity to give Edward a nice eyeful of my ass.

I put together a couple of pancakes and soon we were both sitting at the breakfast bar, too full to move having munched our way through four pancakes. He lent in and wiped a bit of syrup from the corner of my lip and he licked it off.

So hot!

"So, what's on the agenda for today?" I asked sweetly.

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I was thinking we could just crash around the apartment this morning, I could give you the grand tour perhaps and teach you some positions if you like."

"Positions?" I cocked me head to the side.

"Waiting position, inspection position…" he looked at me as if I was missing something obvious and I could see him rolling his hand in a "keep up" motion. And then I got it. Positions for the playroom…

"Cool," I said hoarsely, clearing my throat quietly at the end.

He looked at me with a smile tugging at the corner of his lips and his eyes glinting mischievously. "And I was thinking that if you aren't too sore this evening, I'll fuck you on this worktop." He ran his hands over the marble surface and I squirmed in my seat, imagining what it would be like to feel the warmth of Edward's body on my front in contrast to the cool worktop on my back.

"Well, what are you waiting for? I'm ready now!" I had already accumulated so much liquid in my skimpy panties that I could feel some on the inside of my thighs.

He chuckled and shook his head. "You are getting insatiable, baby. But don't worry, I love it!" I felt a slight lurch in my system when he said the word 'love' but quickly squashed the feeling. 'Too soon' I chided.

"So, shall I clear the dishes and then we…" I motioned to the counter.

"No, Angel. I want you sore enough that you will remember that I have been here and only me." He cupped me over my panties. "But I don't want you so sore that I can't fuck you for days. Be patient. This evening, I promise. You'll be begging for my cock."

"I'll beg now!" I whined stamping my bare foot pathetically on the cold floor.

"No." He kissed me on my cheek and nuzzled my skin to take the sting out of his rejection. "Come, I want to show you something." He took my hand and led me towards the living room.

He signaled for me to sit on the couch and then turned and sprinted out of the room. He was back within minutes, his guitar clutched in his hand.

He situated himself cross legged on the couch beside me and gave me a tentative smile. "I… ehm… wrote a song for you."

I gasped and felt the tears build up in my eyes. How thoughtful of him!

He began to lightly strum the strings, filling the room with a luxurious melody. I watched as he let his hand fall lazily across the strings producing the easily recognizable sweetness of each note. He used his thumb so as to play softly and he began to croon quietly. I listened in awe, overwhelmed by the emotion that he sung with.

The song came to an end and I felt a small lump forming in my throat.

"That was beautiful," I told him, wiping a stray tear off my cheek. "You are very talented."

He smiled at me and his cheeks turned slightly pink at the compliment. "Thank you. Music has been my companion for years now, my escape from reality if you will. I have never shared my music with anyone really."

"Surely you have with your parents?"

He shook his head. "I have played the piano and guitar in front of them before, but never my own music and I have never sung in front of them before."

"So why did you share that with me then?" I couldn't comprehend why he would share something so personal with me, even going as far as to write me my own song, if he hasn't even shared his talent with his family!

He shrugged. "I have written songs for my family but never shared them. Mostly though, I write about my past."

"Tell me about your past." I know this is a sensitive topic for him and I had tried my best to work around it but with all his comments, I was just too curious!

He stiffened perceptibly.

"Why are you so adamant to know?" he demanded hotly.

"Why are you so resolute about not telling me anything? I retorted.

"Why are you so stubborn, wanting to know everything?"

"Why are you so guarded, closed off?"

"What spell have you put over me, Bella? I have never wanted someone so much!"

"I just want to understand you."

"I shouldn't want you to, but I do."

"What are you hiding? What is this secret that's haunting you?"

"It's so hard to talk about. I want to let you in."

"Then do… tell me what it is!"

"I feel… compelled to tell you but I can't – at least, not yet!"

"Just give me something? Anything? Please?"

He put his head in his hands and when I coaxed his head up to look at me, his eyes were tortured with memories.

"I'll give you something," he relented and I smiled at him encouragingly.

He looked into my eyes, his bright green orbs burning into my soul, full of secrets. After a minute, he reached for his guitar which he had placed on top of the coffee table during our talk.

He began to play a vaguely familiar tune and I tried to recall where I had heard it before. Has he forgotten that he just promised to tell me something?

As he came to the end of the musical introduction, he told me to listen closely to the lyrics. After clearing his throat he sung the first few words and I managed to place the song. It was the same one that he played the first time I stayed at his place, the morning after the party.

White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste

Lights gone, days end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men

And they say
She's in the class A team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries

And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
'Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to go outside, tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly, for angels to fly

Ripped gloves, raincoat
Tried to swim and stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes

Loose change, bank notes
Weary-eyed, dry throat
Call girl, no phone

And they say
She's in the class A team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries

And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
'Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
But she don't want to go outside, tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eye
And hoping for a better life
This time, we'll fade out tonight
Straight down the line

And they say
She's in the class A team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries

They scream
The worst things in life come free to us
And we're all under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And we don't want to go outside, tonight
And in the pipe fly to the motherland
Or sell love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly, angels to fly
To fly, fly
For angels to fly, to fly, to fly
Angels to die

The last note hung in the air as I tried to process all that I learnt from the song.

Drugs. He knew a drug addict. A woman... his mother?

He lay his guitar gently down on the table again and lifted one if my hands from my lap and brought it up to his lips.

"Who is that song about?" I asked him.

He kissed my knuckles but didn't reply; I guess he felt he had revealed enough for today. I watched his face for any sign on emotional weakness as he rested his forehead on my knuckles.

"You know, I used to play the guitar up until I was twelve then I gave up," I told him, completely changing the subject before the atmosphere became too tense.

"Really?" He seemed shocked. "Well, let's see what you've got!" He handed me his guitar and I carefully maneuvered myself into a more comfortable position again astounded by the fact that he was sharing something so personal with me, giving me his guitar when it obviously is more than just an object to him.

'I must not drop it!' I chanted to myself. That would be just my luck, clumsy Bella comes into play and breaks the guitar and then he kicks me out of his apartment and tells me never to return! I gripped it around the neck before swooping my arm over the top. I stretched my fingers to get rid of any stiffness breathed a sigh of relief that I didn't drop it. Stroking the lean body of the guitar I noticed the little semi circle grooves I can only assume came from Edward's nails digging into the varnished wooden body. I pictured him, a stressed little boy clutching onto his guitar like it was his shield before I forced the saddening thought from my head.

I played a basic tune that I could vaguely remember, only making minimal mistakes. Edward smiled as he watched me and occasionally stopped me so that he could show me a way to make the tune sound better. I relished the way he held my hand lightly and slightly twisted my arm so I could reach the strings better. He told me to press down harder on the fret board so that the strings would stop making a buzzing sound and he reminded me that I should play the majority of the bass notes with my thumb, unless they had to be played in quick succession, whilst continuing to play the melody notes with my fingers in the "walking man" style. I lightly strummed the chords with my thumb and concurrently played the melody. I closed my eyes in order to remember the notes of Greensleeves.

"That was great Bella. And you say you haven't played since you were twelve?" He asked me and I nodded my head. I blushed ever so slightly and opted for avoiding eye contact by pretending to be amused by something on my hand.

"I am a little rusty as you saw and I have never been up to your standard!" I told his honestly, wafting away his compliment.

"I thought you were perfect," he disagreed in a slightly babyish voice and with a slight frown.

"Did you play the guitar before you were adopted or after?" I asked him before I could stop myself. Once I get started on questioning him there is almost nothing that can stop the almost certain bombardment of questions.

He looked at me disapprovingly. "After," he said almost reluctantly.

"So what did you used to do before that for… recreational purposes?"

"Enough questions about my past, Bella. You haven't told me anything about yourself. It's my turn to ask the questions, surely?"

"Fine," I sighed. What does he want to know? I will quite happily share everything about my very un-interesting life if it will make him open up with me! "I must warn you though, I am not a very interesting person!"

He snorted and immediately broke the slightly tense atmosphere that had been created when I bought up the dreaded subject of his childhood. "I find that very hard to believe." He shuffled himself so he could face me properly and I watched as he tucked his legs under each other so he was cross legged.

I nodded sadly. "It's true."

"Try me."

For the next hour, I answered every question that he could think to ask me about my life growing up, the year I spent living with my mother in Phoenix when I was in middle school before she married Phil and had to spend all of her time travelling with him. I told him that I miss her a lot but make sure to email her regularly to keep her up to speed with my life. I told him about Charlie and his obsession with fishing and I told him about growing up with the girls and all the trouble we managed to get ourselves in over the years. I even retold him about my decision to become a submissive!

He leant back on the couch, spreading his arms along one of the cushions and crossing his legs lazily. "Well, I think I have asked you everything."

I let out a sigh. "I seriously doubt there is anything that you didn't ask!"

He smirked cockily. "Payback."

I pouted and his eyes darkened. "Don't pout. It makes me want to fuck you."

I gasped and let out a little whimper. I swear I felt my heart skip a beat. It was either out of fear or excitement but I'm almost certain it was out of the latter. He quickly stood up and extended a hand to me. "Come, I'll teach you the waiting and inspection positions."

He guided me down the corridor and I thought we were headed for his bedroom but instead, he took me to the large lobby where the lift that we came up yesterday was situated, and led me up the staircase to the second floor. We walked down the corridor and I knew exactly where we were going. The playroom. An excited shiver ran down my spine.

He unlocked the door and I entered the room, immediately hit with the musky, leathery scent that made all the muscles in the bottom half of my body clench together.

He closed the door behind him and hit a switch which made the room fill with muted light.

"Okay, when you are waiting for me to arrive in the playroom, I want you to assume this position," he told me, contorting my body like a mannequin with the gentlest of touches. He positioned me so that I was kneeling on the floor at his feet with my thighs spread apart and my hands resting on them.

"Is this alright?"

"Perfect," he said with a crooked grin. "When you wait for me, you are to be dressed only in your panties unless specifically told otherwise."

I shivered lightly at the seductive intonation that made up his voice.

"In fact, I think we should make this as realistic as possible," he muttered. In the blink of an eye, he had whipped my shirt (well, his shirt) over my head, leaving me in nothing but my panties. At first I tried to shy away from him and cover myself up with my arms but then I relaxed and assumed the position he had just taught me.

"Gorgeous," he purred at me. "When I come in to the room and see that you are in this position, you are not to look me in the eyes unless given express permission. You are not to react to or vocalize pleasure to any of my ministrations unless I say so specifically. Understand?"

I nodded my head.

"Let's test that out shall we?" In wasn't too sure what he meant by that but nodded anyway.

He knelt down in front of me and leant forward, using his nose to circle my nipple, making it pebble beneath his touch. I gasped and thrust my chest forward causing him to tut disapprovingly.

"Surely you haven't forgotten the rules already, Isabella?" He chided lightly but with a wicked grin on his face. Oh yes, he knows what he does to me!

He reassumed his position at my breast, this time using his tongue to tease my sensitive flesh and elongate my nipple with his skilled mouth. This time however I did not react. Not going to lie, it was hard to kneel there quietly whilst he practically made out with my tits, but I somehow managed to stay still. I couldn't however control the flood of moisture which was steadily dripping out of me, possibly even soaking through then thin material of my panties.

"Well done, Angel," he said after a moment, eyeing my heaving chest with pleasure. "Next is the inspection position. The aim of this is to allow me to see all of the important parts of your body. I need to see that your pussy has been kept trimmed for example."

Oh! I tried to resist squirming slightly and he walked slowly around me.

He instructed me to spread my thighs apart even further apart and cross my heels over behind my ass and rest back on them.

"That's right," he approved. "This way I have full unfettered access to your peachy ass and your perfect, pink pussy." He emphasized every 'p' causing my breath to hitch. "Cross your arms behind your back so that your breasts are thrust out." I willingly complied.

"That's right, Angel," he cooed in my ear, his breath tickling my ear. "I bet you are soaking, baby!" I moaned at his words. "Oh, yes," he hummed as his talented fingers worked their way into my panties and began to slowly circle my clit.

I began to pant as the sensations in my body became too much. Holy cow! How could he do this to me with just a few languid touches?

"Oh, the things I could do to you." He continued his slow and sensuous torture. He drew an undulating line down my slit, slowly and cruelly.

"Please?" I whispered, no longer able to form a coherent thought.

He rebuked me lightly for speaking out of turn but gently sunk a finger in to me none the less. Within seconds, I was clamping down on him and throwing my head back in pleasure.

"Good girl," he praised. "I think you have the hang of those positions now."

He lifted me up bridal style as I was incapable of standing up let alone walking! He stooped down to pick up the shirt he removed from me off the floor before carrying me back to the sofa in the great room and placed me so that my feet were rested in his lap. He then proceeded to give me a foot massage. Who would have thought it? A foot massage from Greek Godward? I giggled at my name for him then quickly tried to chomp down on my lip to suppress the ongoing laughing fit.

His lips twitched with amusement. "Care to share?"

I continued to giggle but shook my head which caused him to pout.

"Don't pout. It makes me want to fuck you," I quoted him from earlier and he chuckled.

"Are you taunting me, Angel?"

"Would I dare?" I asked in mock horror.

"I think you do dare, and I don't like people taunting me." With that, he began to tickle my feet, causing me to screech as I desperately tried to extract myself from his grip.

"Stop it," I managed to get out between fits of laughter.

"Only if you say: 'My name is Bella Swan and I own Edward Cullen's ridiculously large man parts!'" He chuckled.

I quickly repeated what he said and he finally released my feet.

"Now that wasn't fair. I think you deserve payback!" I said as I straddled his lap and placed my hands on his chest. "Are you ticklish?"

He looked a bit bewildered. "I, ehm, I don't know."

I pulled back to look at his face. "How can you not know?"

"I don't think anyone has ever tickled me. I know Carlisle and Esme didn't; they respected my independence from day one. I am sure that no one ever did before I was adopted…" his voice trailed off. Oh no, we are back to this topic.

"So your mom or dad never played with you."

"I was very self-sufficient as a child." He shrugged as if he didn't mind but he couldn't hide the pain in his eyes. "My mom was never really interested in me and I never knew my father."

"Never knew him?"

"He died the day after I was born," he told me matter-of-factly but he looked away from me with a melancholic look on his face.

Oh! Poor Edward.

"I'm sorry, Edward."

He said nothing and we sat awkwardly in silence for a few minutes.

"So you didn't have a father figure when you were little?" I asked.

"Not a good one," he sighed.

"What does that mean?"

"Please, Bella. I will tell you soon, just please don't push me to face something I am not ready to face."

"I just want to understand your past… why you are how you are. You need to let someone in."

"I know, Bella. Believe me, I know."

I looked into his sad eyes and could see all the secrets swimming around in them. I wanted to help him somehow, be there for him when he needs me. I felt a pang of sadness for the little boy with no father and stretched my hand out to grasp his.

He had obviously been hurt badly to have such an adverse reaction to speaking about it and I closed my eyes to picture the young, copper haired boy with scared green eyes.

We sat together on the couch in comfortable silence until Edward's stomach rumbled loudly.

"Someone needs feeding," I teased as the tips of his ears turned red with embarrassment.

"Yeah, I guess I am pretty hungry." He stood up and stretched his muscles and I followed suit before heading into the kitchen to make us something to eat.

"I didn't realize that it had gotten so far into the afternoon," I said as I eyed the wall clock that was clearly displaying the time – half past one in the afternoon.

"Time flies when you're having fun," he smirked at me.

We ate quickly and washed up the plates together, myself doing the washing and him the drying.

"You look very domestic," I commented as he put the last plate back in the cupboard, stretching as he did so and revealing his strong abs.

He winked at me. "I have been accused of being many things before, but domestic is not one of them."

I grinned and shook my head at him. "Maybe not, but I bet someone must have called you an arrogant ass before!"

"Arrogant, cocky, egotistical… honey, I've heard them all!"

"Well, you are very confident as a person," I said and watched as he gritted his teeth in an attempt to maintain his smile on his face. Oh no! I've hit another nerve!

"So what shall we do for the rest of the afternoon?" I asked, eager to change the subject.

"How about a film?"

"Sure," I nodded keenly and followed him into the living room.

I sloped over to the spinning DVD rack and browsed his insanely vast DVD collection whist he sat back on the sofa and watched me. I came across a copy of the film "Pretty Woman" and picked it up excitedly with a slight chuckle. I wouldn't have thought this to be something that Edward would keep but it was one of my favorite films ever!

"What did you pick?" He asked as I lay down with him on the sofa, my back fitting snugly against his chest.

The starting credits lit up the screen and I peeked nervously at his reaction through slitted eyes. He pursed his lips at me and sighed over-exaggeratedly.

"If you don't like what I chose then you shouldn't have the DVD," I told him with a smug smirk on my face for being such a cocky smartass.

"Don't worry. I'm sure I can manage to sit through it. I'll be watching you most of the time anyway," he whispered in my ear and I felt the blush rise in my cheeks.

The film managed to capture my interest after about twenty minutes despite the fact that I had Edward sucking and occasionally nipping on my ear.

After finishing the movie, I told him he could pick out the next one. And that is how I found myself watching the third Die Hard film…

"How long's left?" I asked him about half an hour in to the movie.

He shushed me with his eyes glued to the screen gave me hand a small squeeze. Looks like I am in for a long ride!

About half way through the film, I had run out of things to occupy my mind so decided to give Edward a little taste of his own medicine. I wiggled my ass lightly against his crotch and moaned quietly under my breath.

I heard his breath catch and his member harden against my butt. "I know what you're doing."

"I don't have a clue what you are talking about," I told him in my most innocent voice but then I turned and shot him a small smirk.

He reached over to pick up the remote and paused the film before turning me around so that our chests were pressed together and claiming my mouth with his.

I gasped and he used that opportunity to enter my mouth with his tongue. He pulled my hips into his and grinded against me, creating delicious friction. He raised my shirt and fluttered his tongue along my sensitive collarbone. He then proceeded to shuffle down my body so that he could have access to my breasts. He pulled my nipples into his mouth and nibbled then lightly all the while my hands massaged his scalp and tugged on his glorious bronze mane.

"Your breasts are so beautiful," he muttered against my skin. Oh yes, Edward Cullen is a breast-man!

He lifted his head again so that he could reclaim my mouth and rolled us over so that he was practically laying on top of me but with his weight supported by both his elbows which were either side of my shoulders.

He began to pump his hips against mine and I was REALLY feeling the fact that there was only his sweats and my thin panties separating us. The tingling at the apex of my thighs was becoming unbearable.

"Please," I begged him as he sped up his grinding.

"Come on, Bella. Give it to me." He caught my clit in a delicious stroke and I came… loudly!

"Yes, Bella!" He thrust against me three more times before stilling, his head thrown back and the tendons in his neck strained tightly.

He nuzzled his head into my breasts as we both calmed our breathing.

"I should go… ehm… clean up. I haven't cum in my pants since I was a teenager. What are you doing to me, Angel?" He asked me with amusement clear in his voice and on his features.

"Can you bring my cell when you come back? It's in my bag in your room. I just want to text the girls to let them know that I'm OK."

"Sure," he shrugged as he sauntered sexily out of the room. Well, he actually walked slightly strangely and I could tell it was because of his little… incident.

I heard the slapping of his feet as he came back about five minutes later in a new pair of sweats and the same navy hoodie. He handed me my cell and watched as I shot off a quick text to the girls to let them know that I was having a great time and would let them in on all the details as soon as I got back.

"Let's finish the film," he said eagerly as I placed my phone on the coffee table in front of us and pulled a face. "Hey, don't hate on Bruce!" He told me, correctly reading my response as one of dislike for the film.

We did indeed finish the film and I figured that it wasn't too bad once I actually watched it properly. I had to get Edward to explain bits along the way and he did so with the enthusiasm of a little boy, the way he stumbled over his facts and was so animated. How adorable!

The film finished and I turned to ask Edward what we should do now when he caught my lips in a passionate kiss. We made out and necked for the next forty minutes like the teenager I am and when we finally came up for air, I decided to go and make us dinner.

I found enough ingredients to rustle up a quick Russian salad. I dished up a portion for each of us and Edward wolfed down his plate before diving back in for more.

I rolled my eyes. How he can eat so much and look the way he does is completely beyond me! I decided he must have hollow legs or something so he can eat that much and not become huge like I would!

We exchange light banter as I finished my portion and watched him scoff down his third plate with horrified amusement.

"Are you quite done yet?" I asked him and he smiled shyly back.

"It's not my fault that you cook so damn well!" He pouted and I blushed at the compliment.

"So, you said earlier that you would fuck me on this counter," I said, running my hands along the polished surface.

"Hmm, I may have to change those plans slightly, Angel. I have other ones in mind at the moment."

After our dinner was finished and the dishes cleaned and put away, Edward took me into his arms and tilted my face up to his.

"Bella, you are completely sure about this… about us, aren't you?" He asked hesitantly. He slid his arms up to my shoulders so he could analyze my face completely for any signs of uncertainty, doubt or lie. Pfft! As if I'd lie!

"I have never been surer of anything in my entire life," I told him truthfully which elicited an eye crinkling smile from him.

"Then I have something for you." He took my hand and practically jogged to his room in his impatience. "All submissives should have a collar, or something that shows you are mine. I will give you your play-collar before each scene and the one I give you now will be for everyday use so everyone knows you belong to me!" His voice was so dark and sexy but full of childish thrill.

"Am I to wear it at school as well?" I asked him trying to hide the excitement in my voice.

"Everywhere. If I ever find that you have taken it off, I will take you over my lap. Showering and sleeping are the only exceptions; I wouldn't want you to strangle yourself in your sleep!"

I clambered on to his bed whilst he gracefully knelt next to the bedside table and retrieved a small, flat box. He passed it over to me and sat cross legged besides me fiddling with the drawstring of his hoodie.

"Open it," he demanded with a huge beam across his face. He was bobbing up and down with anticipation.

I took a deep breath and lifted the lid of the box, already knowing I was out of my depth after seeing the Tiffany's emblem proudly decorating the box. A beautiful necklace was nestled in the silk lining and I instinctively knew it was white gold. Holy fuck – this must have cost him a fortune! The necklace was thin-chained with black bombyx mori silk woven through it and a key pendant hung from the end sparkling with diamonds and emeralds, the exact color of Edward's eyes!

"It's so beautiful, Edward. Thank you!" I could feel the tears building in my eyes.

"Read what is says on the back," he muttered huskily with a grin on his face.

"I cautiously turned it over and I was met with an inscription in a beautiful Edwardian (the irony was not lost on me) font.

Property of Edward Cullen

The words were clear and as was the meaning. He was staking a claim.

It's perfect.

Unthinkingly, I launched myself at him. "Put it on me?" I gasped in his ear and he smiled in jubilance, reaching for the box.

I turned my back to him and lifted my hair so that he could clasp the chain around my neck.

"Beautiful," he murmured as he placed a sweet kiss on the back of my neck. I turned my body so that I could kiss him on the lips.

He groaned as our mouths moved in tandem and tangled his hand in my hair.

"I want you now, Isabella."

"Yes," I hissed, drawing out the 'S' sound.

"This is going to be rough, Angel. I just want you so fucking much!"

He rolled us over so that his hard body was pressing me into the mattress and yanked the shirt up over my head whilst his other hands ripped my panties straight from my body, his nails lightly grazing over my lower abdomen.

"Fuck me," I muttered under my breath. He heard me anyway.

"Oh believe me, Angel, I will!"

I was left naked and writhing on the bed as he rocked back on his heels to pull off his hoodie and remove his sweats. I noticed that I was still wearing the necklace and knew that Edward was enjoying the fact that he was claiming me so fully as his property. His skin had a sheen of sweat and it acted as a lubricant as I rubbed my hands up and down his arms.

He lay back down so I could feel his rock hard arousal right where I wanted it.

"Beg me. Beg me, Angel," he ordered, licking his lips and eyeing me hungry.

I complied, of course. Is there anything I won't do for this man?

"Please," I whimpered, "Please, Edward… sir. Fuck me. Put your large, powerful cock into my tight, wet pussy."

"Fuck," he snarled as he shoved a single finger inside me, making me arch my back off the bed. He curled his finger around inside me and I swear he nearly reached my g-spot before he pulled his finger out as quickly as he put it in and replaced it with his cock.

"Argh!" I groaned out as he filled me. He gave me no time to recover from the intrusion, thrusting relentlessly into me and not once faltering from his persistent rhythm.

I felt myself building, building… and just as I was about to fall over, he pulled out and used his strong hands to flip me over so that I was on my stomach.

"Hands and knees, NOW!" He snarled out and as soon as I did, he thrust back inside me, making me fall over the edge. It was so much deeper in this position.

"Oh fuck yeah, Bella!" He roared out as my body clenched down on him in a powerful orgasm.

He held my hips tightly and I was sure his fingertips would leave bruises they were clutching me that tight. His balls slapped against me with his every thrust and I could feel myself growing towards another orgasm, this one much more powerful than the last!

"Edward, harder, please!" I called out as he picked up his speed even more. My eyes were watering with pleasure and I was becoming even more breathless.

He reached his hand around to rub tight circles around my clit.

"Come on, Angel. Cum for me. Soak my dick in your sweet juices!"

I unraveled at his words, white stars exploding in front of my eyes as I lost consciousness. The last thing I felt before everything went black was Edward's warm juices filling me as he too reached his peak.


"Come on, Bella. Wake up."

I blinked open my eyes to see Edward's worried face hovering over me. He had the back of his hand rested on my forehead and he was shaking me lightly by the shoulder.

"What happened?" I asked him wearily, reaching up to wipe my eye and remove the hair that was stuck to my sweaty face.

"You passed out, Bella." He told me, worry and amusement warring for dominance in his tone.

"Why?" I gasped, attempting to sit up but getting a bad head rush and laying back down immediately.

"You came hard."

I blushed in embarrassment and, after deciding that I was fine, he smile his perfect crooked smirk at me.

"Oh God," I garbled in utter mortification. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't be sorry, Angel. It's fine," he cooed stroking my face. He pulled back the covers and snuggled down next to me. "Go to sleep, Bella. Tomorrow I have big plans for us."

"Do they involve your playroom?" I asked, raising a weary eyebrow.

"They might." His lips twitched and I let out a small giggle.

Get in!

He closed his eyes and nuzzled his face into my neck. "I'm so glad I found you, Angel. You have ignited feelings within me that I never even knew existed."

What? My heart seemed to jump at his words.

I closed my eyes as Edward's breaths became deeper and even as he fell asleep but my mind was too focused on his last words.

I opened my eyes and propped myself up on my elbows, just admiring his God-like face. I was looking at his child-like features, relaxed in sleep when I finally realised why I felt like my heart was being stabbed whenever he was upset, why I smiled when he was happy and why I would do anything for him. In all fairness, it was pretty darn obvious and I felt foolish for not realizing sooner.

I closed my eyes again and willed for sleep to take me, not willing to think about my latest insight because I now know that I am unconditionally and irrevocably in love with Edward Cullen!

So what did you think? Please R&R :)

Of course, we all know that song was actually 'The A team' by Ed Sheeran but I felt that it fit Edward's situation perfectly :)