Guilty Fantasies

"Oh, you have been a naughty girl, haven't you, Isabella Swan." Purred a male voice from behind me, "Turn around and look at me in the eyes missy, I want to teach you a lesson."

Instantly, did I recognize the voice - but what he was saying and who it was didn't mix up together. Slowly, I turned. There he was, Mike Newton, as I suspected, but he was completely naked except for a simple red tie around his neck.

I gasped, "Oh my God, Mike! Put some clothes on! Why are you here?" I screeched at him, frantically trying to find a towel or piece of clothing that would cover up the places I really did not want to see of Mike Newton's. And another thing... why was Mike in my room? I made sure that I double locked all the doors, since Charlie was going to work until the early hours and the darkness winter brought scared me.

"Isabella Swan, will you start acting your age? No wonder many teachers have complained about your bad behavior to me. I have had enough and it's time to teach you a lesson you will never forget." Mike said in a stern voice while getting nearer to me me - soon, I felt his warm breath on my face .

I stood there, not knowing what to do. That's when Mike raised his arms, and I swear to God I thought he was going to slap me, but instead, he pushed me, simply pushed me, but where I was pushed was what worried me, I was pushed to my bed and fell on it. In a smiple movement, Mike climbed on top of me, and started un-buttoning my pyjama top. I could feel his hardness press into my left thigh - why hadn't I moved yet? What sain person wouldn't by now?

Truth is, I was paralyzed, I didn't know what to do - I simply layed there, but at the same time, I could feel my inner hornyness seeping onto the surface.

Once Mike had un-buttoned my top, his fingers moved towards my hard nipples - who, without my permission, had hardened. He started to trace spirals round and round, making them more stiffer and and guiltier with pleasure.

His lips advanced mine, and he began to kiss me deeply, so passionately - nothing like I have ever experienced before. To my own immense surprised, I found myself kissing him back, our lips moved in sync, it began to get heated. He traced my bottom lip just as I was about to do the same, and our tongues met - they entwined and battled on another, dancing and hitting eachother's mouths.

His hands, on the other hand, massaged my breast - it felt so good. He was the first to break away from our kiss, and started to move his lips downwards my neck, lightly nibbling, then slowly moving further down, still kissing and nibbling every inch of skin his lips could touch. He finally reached my hard nipples, which his hands were still busy, or more like taunting with. He bit my nipple - I was never that into biting, but the way he did it - so hard and passionately, it made me react wih a loud moan escaping my mouth.

He carried on down my body, till he reached the elastic of my pyjama bottoms. As his fingers played with the top of them, pulling them down a little bit at a time - his lustful blue eyes looked up at me, meeting my own lustfully brown ones. "Isabella, I think you are an innocent party, and I think my fellow teachers may have just over reacted, do you have anything to say, missy?" He purred, tracing his hands softly on my naked stomach, making me shiver in pure delight.

As I looked at him, I think I vaguely knew what he wanted me to say - and oh God, did I want to say it... "No Mister, I have been a very bad girl - I know I deserve all the punishment you can give me, Mister." I purred. Our eyes locked with one another once again - his eyes burning with desire, or were they just reflecting mine...

His hands grabbed onto the top of my pyjama trousers, and pulled them down - he was too darned slow, so I kicked them off when they reached my ankles, to fasten up the process. His face was soon between my legs, all I could see was his dark blonde hair.

I could feel his breath on my vigana - why hasn't he done anything! Soon, his tongue started on my hard clit, by flicking it back and forth, receiving a moan from me. I widened my legs, welcoming him even more. His then took my clit in between his lips - he began to suck on it, making me moan again, making my body lower itself towards him - to the point were the top part of my pussy bumped his forehead.

Oh God, it felt marvelous.

Then, he slipped a finger on my opening - still sucking on my clit to my immense satisfaction - he better not leave it! Another moan emitted from my lips, though it sounded more like I was happy, which I was, "Bad Isabella. Is this all a joke to you?"

I smile lustfully at him - though he couldn't see it, "Y-yes." I gasp.

He laughed in response, the laugh sent good vibrations where his lips where. With his finger, he started pushing up and down, managing to hit all the right spots... I pushed myself lower, thursting his finger deeper into my pussy.

"Oh God..." I moaned, closing my eyes in delight. I had to stretch my arms and hold on to the head boared - or else, I would have fallen since I was on the very edge of the bed. I was so turned on, not even Edward has this kind of effect on me.

"Praying I see," Grunted Mike. I only let an almighty moan in response.

He must've taken this as his cue, since I felt him slip something else into me - he lifted his body above me again so I could feel his hardness rub against me - I resisted the urge to stroke it, no, his time will come. Me first, then him.

His manhood soon entered me.

I did not think Mike Newton would be greatly endowed, but oh God, there was hardly any room left in my pussy anymore. He pumped up and down - quite slow at first, but I could soon feel his speed building up. No sooner that later, he was thursting so deep into me, hitting places that every time he did - I would let out a loud moan.

My body began to start tensing, "Punish me... harder... Mister... I deserve... the hardest of... punishments Mister... I can take all... you've got..." I managed to say in between my moans.

He grabbed onto the head board, and thurst into me much further than before, I instantly felt my pussy tighten around his hardened dick. Without my permission, or maybe with my permission, I unconsciously arched my back and felt myself release all the lust I had over him - but some still stayed to immense joy. He soon followed after me, and I could feel him erupt inside of me, and God, did it feel good.

His body then rested on top of mine, or bodies hot and sweaty - our breathings heavy. We looked at each other's eyes once more, before we closed them in unison.

"Bella, love, wake up - you're having a bad dream." Edward's cold hands shook me lightly awake. "Good morning, my love. You were thrashing around and making noises in your sleep - it was quite distressing to watch and do nothing... are you okay?"

I slowly sat up, dazed, just staring into Edward's golden eyes, not into ocean blue eyes. I silently sighed - what was that whole thing, was it really just a dream? But if felt so real... and so good, so... God, there aren't any words to describe it!

"Hello, Bella, answer me. Is everything alright, are you okay?" Edward sounded truly worried, concerned radiating off his voice.

"Yes, sorry. I just... had a bad dream," No, it was definitely not a bad dream, "like you said... I'm still really tired though, I'm going to try and go back to sleep... thanks for waking me up," I sighed deeply, "I love you." The words somehow sounded bitter in my mouth.

I laid back down, back onto Edward's cold arms, and shut my eyes tightly - thinking about the wonderful dream I just had, and at the same time, I hoped I wouldn't have another... well, while Edward was here. No, scratch that - I don't care if Edward is here or not... I just want another dream with like the one I just had.

I hope it's soon, very soon.

A/N: I do not own this fic, only half of it now since the original author of 'Guilty Fantasies' has NOT UPDATED! So I took it in me to update and continue this - I loved it when I first read it :P I added my own things to the story and corrected it... changing things and all.

Okay, so... I think Bella should have teenage fantasies, not relating Edward - somehow in the back of her mind, she likes Mike? I don't know, but I liked the idea of Bella fantasizing about Mike - so yeah.

This fanfic won't just revolve on her naughty fantasies, but at her normal day, but mostly she'll be thinking about her fantasies - I don't know. Would you guys like that? Seeing how she's uncomfortable around Mike, yet secretly turned on ;D

PLEASE REVIEW! I'm already working on the next chapter (;