Hello! This is my first fanfiction story to ever be put anywhere besides my computer in hidden files. I honestly have no idea what possesed me to sit down and write something with the knowledge that it was going to be out where numerous people could read it. Actually, I have a bit of an idea. Although, I've only traded a few words with bannerday I will admit she inspired me, to not only review but write one myself. So yes, my first A/N ever will include a recommendation: Fan Fiction, Sex Gods and Single Girls by bannerday. And with that long first A/N I leave you to read the first chapter, with these parting words: The characters and familiar events are all Stephanie Meyers, I just really like to play with them :) Happy Reading!

Chapter One: A look into the future?

Bella walked down the hall of the plush mansion in her black stilettos. They clicked along the tile floor as she made her way to the locked door on the third floor. However, tonight the door was unlocked, and her slave was willingly waiting on his knees. She smirked to herself as she thought of the gorgeous man, his tanned skin, his jet black hair, and those dark brown eyes that you could lose yourself in. She climbed the stairs slowly, thinking about the sweet pleasure that was to come. Bella sighed slowing her steps so the man behind the door could hear her and ready himself. She wasn't in the business to punish him, no she'd be spanking him for her own pleasure. She opened the door slowly loving the feeling that she was opening the best gift in the entire world. Indeed it was because there he sat in the waiting position, his neck bared for her to see.

"It's so good to see you kneeling before me slave." She said relishing the feeling of the name roll off her tongue. Bella watched as he tensed wanting so much to reply to her, but not wanting to get in trouble. She was a fair mistress not wanting her slave to fail, she would however dole out punishment if it were due. "You may greet me slave." Bella whispered in his ear cupping his cheek with her hand.

"It feels good to be on my knees before you mistress, if I may be so bold it has been too long." He said leaning into her hand. She hummed in appreciation, recognizing it had been quite awhile since he'd knelt at her feet. "Your boldness, my slave is correct, it has been entirely too long." Bella stood and turned slowly going to an armoire that stood imposing in the corner. She opened the dark cherry wood doors searching for her favorite toy. Her OCD tendencies made it so it was easily found. Bella took the rabbit fur flogger down from its shelf, her fingers stroking through the strands as she walked back to her slave. He was trying his hardest to keep his head down but she could see he was struggling.

"Relax, my pet you're doing so well." Bella could see him relax further into his head space, a place where her happiness reigned supreme. Anything he did was to please her. He was so beautiful when he was in his submissive role. He always moved with a quiet grace, something she had admired about him. There was just something about him in this state of mind that made him even more irresistible to her.

"Stand for me my love." she said quietly not wanting to spoil the beautiful moment. He stood keeping his eyes on the floor. "Walk to the cross and turn to face it, I want to see that muscled back turn red from my flogger." She could hear him groan, most likely in response to the image she had given him. He wasn't a pain slut but the idea of his back and buttocks aching from his mistress's ministrations had his cock weeping for her. She watched him with hooded eyes as he walked to the St. Andrews cross that was set up in the corner of the room, his muscles stretching and bunching with each step. Bella had to stifle her own groan, as it would only serve to add a little to her slaves ego. She would have none of that tonight. As he reached the cross he dutifully stood with his feet shoulder width apart and his arms above his head. She knelt down to secure his ankles and because she couldn't help herself as she stood she trailed kisses up his spine loving the way each muscle group contracted as she passed. She stood up reaching for the restraints to secure his wrists, her black leather corseted breasts pressed against his taut body, she heard his intake of breath, but let it slide. She hadn't told him to remain quiet, and if she were being honest she wanted to hear all of his delicious sounds.

"Very good pet, now I have given you the ability to voice your pleasure, but I do not want to hear any words, your moans and groans are music to my ears." Her mouth twisted into a smug grin when she heard his affirmative grunt. Bella trailed her finger down his back tracing his spine with the lightest of touches, reaching down to grab the flogger. The man restrained to her cross tensed waiting for her first strike. Bella trailed the flogger across his ass and watched as he clenched in anticipation, she smiled to herself. Bella loved being a mistress, it was something that was ingrained in her, though she had no idea why. Dominating the male species was just something she enjoyed doing, maybe it was because her childhood had nothing but dominating men in it. Her father Charlie had been the chief of police in a small podunk town called Forks, which was located in what seemed like the wettest part of the nation. He was so domineering

that her mother left him dragging Bella with her eleven years after she was born. How the woman put up with him for that long Bella could only guess. With that thought she brought her hand down onto her slave's supple left cheek with a satisfying slap, he grunted expecting the flogger and not his mistress's hand. Bella smirked at herself and brought the flogger down to his right cheek, mixing the sensations was something she had come to know was her slave's kryptonite. Nothing would make him cum faster than the anticipation of which instrument she would use and where it would land. Bella continued her assault on her slave mixing pleasure and pain, the more she worked it the redder his hind end got, the redder his hind end got the more moans she was able to wring from his lips. The louder his moans got the more his cock wept leaving a glistening spot on her cross and his belly, that wasn't the only place that was getting wet. His moans were akin to having a vibrator pressed against her clit, that was turned up as high as it could go, this was the reason she allowed him to express himself, it gave her less time to get ready for him.

"Your moans are something of a drug to me slave, they make me drip in anticipation. Did you know they affected me so?" Bella asked stroking his ribs with her hand to alleviate her latest strike.

"Y-yes Mistress." he panted turning his head toward her yet keeping his eyes downcast. She smiled and leaned in to give him a chaste kiss on his temple.

"You have pleased me tonight Jacob." She said stroking his arms as she let him out of his restraints. He brought his arms down to his sides as she undid the restraints on his ankles.

"Wait for me on the bed on your back please." She sauntered over to the armoire once again, this time reaching for the aftercare self. She grabbed the lotion with aloe vera in it and walked back towards him squirting a generous amount in her hand. Bella rubbed him down working the kinks out of his shoulders and arms paying special attention to his wrists where the cuffs had held him in place. She worked her way down his body rubbing the lotion into his skin, listening to the sounds of his pleasured breathing. She made sure not to touch his throbbing and twitching cock that strained toward her. She worked the muscles in his legs again paying special attention to his ankles.

"You've done well this evening my pet, I think it deserves a reward. Since you've done so well with holding your orgasm back, I think your reward will be my pussy wrapping around your cock. How does that sound love?" She asked as she straddled him.

"Whatever pleases you mistress." He replied with hope in his eyes. "It would please me to have your cock buried to the hilt inside of me." She said lifting herself up on her knees to impale herself on his member. They both groaned in pleasure, Bella picked up her pace a little rocking back and forth. Her slaves hands had grasped her hips digging into her flesh hard enough that she knew she was going to have bruises, which normally would have been a big problem but tonight it was about reconnecting in the playroom. As Bella began to crest the wave of her orgasm a sound broke through their bubble and destroyed what rhythm she did have. It was an alarm clock, how the hell did an alarm clock get in the play room she thought looking around for the obtrusive thing. It was then that Jacob disappeared from underneath her and she woke up a hot, sweaty mess tangled in her bed sheets.

"Ugh! That's the last time I go into Moonlight on a Sunday!" She grumbled to an empty room. This wasn't the first time she had such a dream about dominating her boss oh no, nor would it be the last. Jacob Black was the epitome of sexiness in a suit, he was the CEO of his father's company and he exuded power. Which is why he starred in so many of Bella's erotic dreams. Normally her monday mornings started mundane just like any other person's would. However last night her former Master and current mentor had asked her to watch over a scene between a submissive and his rookie nephew. He couldn't watch it himself as he had a business meeting to attend and as his trusted friend he wanted me to go in. Moonlight is a nightclub for those that like to role play, whether it be in a D/S relationship,animal play, pain sluts, or any other what society would deem as odd fetishes you could think of. Aro had rooms for them all, the facility he had was an old warehouse that he had converted into the nightclub for all things kinky. Her forays on the weekend usually included dreaming of her boss, however those stayed on her own time. The minute the clock struck midnight on Sunday was the minute her boss could call her at anytime. Bella was his personal assistant, she did everything for the man. Got his coffee in the morning, the paper for that day, and any dry cleaning or other errands that needed to be done before getting to the office at nine o' clock. The dream would seriously mess with her tight schedule if she took care of the dripping mess that was currently going on in her nether regions. She groaned and rolled out of bed, haphazardly picking up her phone to see that she already had a message from her boss.

Good Morning Isabella,

I require your assistance as soon as you get this message, the shipment from France has just arrived and I don't trust Newton to get it done in a timely fashion. If you could watch him that would be an enormous help as I don't need anything going missing again. See you when you get here.

Mr. Black

His need to sign his text messages like an email was something she had come to adore about the man. He was so formal, so tight lipped that it was hard to see him in any other capacity than her boss, which is probably why her subconscious had so much fun dreaming about him. She sighed, Newton was one of the worst employees at Black Inc. He was only there because his parents had been friends with William Black, Jacob's father who owned the company. They seemed to think the friendship was worth a job for their failure of a son and conned William into giving him one. Now that Jacob had taken over running the company Michael Newton was his responsibility and he resented the man with all his might. Bella giggled at the memory of their numerous talks about how to get rid of Mike without it seeming like it was done on purpose. However, even when the fool screwed up himself, like losing an important piece of crystal from Austria, he was unable to get rid of him. He was given a strict warning though and sent back down to the mail room. Jacob had been particularly grumpy that day and nothing Bella could do would get him out of it, eventually she went, grabbed him a coffee stopping at the liquor store for some Bailey's and spiked it right in front of him. He had laughed heartily at that and took a big gulp. Bella hit the message box at the bottom of the screen and typed:

Good Morning Mr. Black,

I wish this morning were like any other, where I get to sit at my lovely desk and do paper work. However if I must be sent to the bowels of the building with the troll than I must do it. Just know that I will be missing my desk with it's lovely forty second floor view and my boss who lets me play solitaire. Did you still want me to bring you your coffee sir? Or am I banished to the bowels straight away?

Isabella

Usually sending this type of text message to ones boss was grounds for getting you fired however, Jacob and I had an odd relationship. Yes, it was strictly professional but I had known Jacob since he was but a lowly mail boy himself. I had been working for his cousin Sam who was the head of the research department, Jacob had just gotten out of college and I had one year left. It was three years later that I had found myself moving into the highest office with a friend for a boss. A friend who I secretly wanted to go Domme all over. I jumped in the shower not wanting to be late. Despite the friendship I had with my boss he was still the boss and expected me to be there on time. I washed quickly and rinsed before turning off the shower. I was drying off when I heard the tweet coming from my phone letting me know it was Jacob texting me. He had programmed the tone himself laughing saying "It sounds like it's urgent, and since I'm always texting you it'll be a tone you can hardly ignore." He'd had the audacity to wink at me after that.

His reply to her read:

Bells,

Your desk will be here when you get back from "the bowels" as you've so aptly named them. So will your awesome boss who lets you play solitaire. However, he would like to see you before you descend into the unknown to defeat the troll. So coffee would be swell :)

Jake

It always made her giddy when he'd transition back to their nicknames they'd come up with while he was still as low as her. His decision to make her his assistant had not been well received by his father. William thought that since the two had become as close as they did that the business would suffer. He had be proven wrong over a trip to London with Jacob and Bella and could see the change in both of them apparently. Jacob had pulled her aside the moment they'd landed in the states to let her know, they'd both grinned the rest of that afternoon like cats that had gotten into the fish tank.

Bella dressed in a grey pencil skirt and a red button up shirt, pulling on the suit coat to match it she walked out of her room to the kitchen where her keys and purse were. Her apartment was small, a two bedroom with a full kitchen and bathroom that she called her own. Grabbing her purse and keys, she threw her phone in her purse making sure her bluetooth headset was in it before walking swiftly out the door. Just as she was sliding the key into the lock she heard a door open further down the hall. All she could think was please don't let it be Eric, please don't let it be Eric. Sure enough it was the one person she didn't want to talk to, Eric Yorkie. Now he's not a bad guy in the least, he's just socially awkward, and has a bit of a crush on her. When she first moved in Eric was at her door every day for two weeks walking her to her car every morning, she learned more about the guy in those two weeks than she ever wanted to learn about ANYONE ever! Let's just say he tended to over share, Bella had wished on more than one occasion for brain bleach.

"Bella!" Eric shouted making his way down the hall toward her with his glasses perched on his nose and a book in his hand. Bella took a moment to steel herself against the barrage of words he was about to let loose upon her. "Oh! I'm so glad I caught you before you left for work! I wanted to give you this book, I just got done reading it and I thought you might enjoy it!" He said holding the book up in her face. It looked like it was some sort of science fiction novel by the look of the cover. "Erm thanks Eric looks awesome, hopefully I can find time to read it." She said taking the book out of his hand. Ever since she had casually mentioned reading science fiction to him weeks ago he'd done nothing but give her books to read, which she politely took kept for a week and then returned it without ever opening it. She wasn't a huge science fiction fan so she would look up the main points of the novels on spark notes and would be able to recite specific parts for him to hang on to. "Hopefully?" He questioned pushing his glasses up his nose. "Yeah, things have gotten busier at work and the boss needs me more." She sighed trying to make it believable. "Oh, that's a bummer. I'm glad I work for myself!" He laughed snorting a bit at the end, it made chills go up her spine and not the good kind. "Look I'm sorry to cut you off Eric, but I really have to go. I have a lot to do at the office today, and if I don't leave soon I'll be late." She said a grimace on her face. He looked sad at their conversation being cut short. "Oh sorry, yeah I'll let you go. I just wanted to give you that before I forgot." He said gesturing to her purse where she had the novel stashed. "Thanks again!" She called enthusiastically back as she made her way to the elevator doors pressing the down arrow. Just as the elevator pinged she heard her phone tweet again.

Where are you?

-J

Bella sighed, her encounter with Eric had cost her at least five minutes and now she'd be getting to the office late. At this point she could've helped herself out of her sexual frustration and been to the office only a few minutes late, now she'd be fifteen minutes late.

Had a run in with the geek extraordinaire...you know how those conversations go!

-B

The elevator pinged again letting her know she'd hit the parking garage. She grabbed her keys and pressed the unlock button on her 2002 Nissan Pathfinder. Bella quickly threw her stuff into the passenger seat and jumped in, expertly putting the keys in the ignition and cranking them all whilst buckling her seat belt. She pulled out of the garage and headed to the coffee shop near the office, not only was the location convenient it also had a drive thru. Lucky for Bella when she pulled up to the menu to order her favorite barista was working. " Good morning Bella! I was starting to worry you'd died! You never miss picking up coffee!" Alice squealed. Alice Whitlock was the barista at To Hale and Back Again, the best coffee shop in downtown Seattle. It was owned and operated by her brother and sister in law, Emmett and Rosalie Hale. It was rumored that Emmett had actually changed his last name when they got married so that the coffee shop's name still made sense. "Sorry, Al. My lovely neighbor decided he would give me another book to read." She replied with an eye roll. Alice not only knew about Eric, but had been privy to his seemingly unending ability to keep conversation going. "Oh God what this time? Alien porn?" She asked with a disgusted sigh. "I have no idea, he stuffed it in my face, I took it and stashed it in my purse. I'll let you know when I get a chance to look at it ok?" Bella laughed picturing the look on her friends face. "Alright, you can drive around to the window, I've got new coffees for you and Rose made blueberry muffins early this morning." She said with a sympathetic tone. Bella thanked her and drove around the building coming face to face with her brightly smiling friend. "Here's your peppermint mocha, and here's Jacob's caramel latte. Rose sends the muffins with love." Alice said handing the bag over. "Thanks Alice, I'll text you later ok?" I said looking down at my phone that had tweeted once again. " Duty tweets!" She exclaimed shutting the drive thru window and shooing me on.

You know what Isabella, I'm going to have to ask that you move. That guy has kept me from too many lattes! I don't appreciate it!

-Jacob

Oh great, he's back to being Mr. Boss Man. This is going to be an interesting day.

A/N:Thank you for reading! Sorry if there are mistakes, as I am starting out there was no one to read my work. Let me know if things are completely wrong that I need to change.

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