Chapter 3

The next time I saw Edward I asked him to come to my apartment. I couldn't afford the hotel rates; not if I wanted to see Edward as much as I planned. And I planned to see him a lot. The morning after my first time with him, I cashed out the CD's Nana Swan had given to me when I was in middle school. I knew the money would never be used for its intended purpose, and it had grown to a sizable enough fund that it would afford me frequent lessons with Edward Cullen for a few months. And I'd never wanted anything more.

I'd only managed to hold off four days after our first sexual encounter before contacting him again. I used Facebook, like a wuss, and Edward seemed more than happy to make our second appointment. He called them dates but I refused to use that term. I was wary about giving him my home address, but he reminded me that everything we shared during our appointments was confidential. I was never so happy not to have a roommate.

He came on a Tuesday, two weeks after we first met in the hotel restaurant, dressed in blue jeans and a T-shirt for some band I'd never heard of. The smile on his face when I opened the door looked genuine, and it made me wonder if he really enjoyed his job as much as he told me he did. If he was hoping the next three hours would go quickly so he could get home and watch TV it didn't show on his face.

"Hey, Bella," he greeted warmly.

"Come in. Thanks for meeting me here," I said awkwardly.

"No problem. I've told you I meet with lots of clients in their homes. You have nothing to worry about," Edward replied in a comforting tone as he entered my apartment for the first time.

He glanced around, taking in his surroundings as I shut and locked the door. Some of my paintings were leaning against the walls in the living room and he took special notice of them. I offered him a drink and he said water would be fine. While I went to the kitchen and back, Edward walked around, reading the spines on the books I had shelved in the living room and browsing my DVD collection. It felt strange having him in my home, like he was able to read my mind just by seeing how I lived.

"Thank you," he said as I offered him the glass of ice water. He took a few sips and then smiled.

"So, how do we start this?" I asked.

"Any way you want. We can talk for a bit or you can give me your first command. However you want us to spend our time together, that's how it will be. I'm all yours, Bella."

I swallowed thickly. I wanted to pass by this awkwardness and just get him naked as soon as possible. "I'm ready to begin if you are. Follow me," I said.

He smirked as we began walking down the hall towards my bedroom. I opened the door slowly to the newly transformed space.

"What the fuck is that?" Edward exclaimed.

"It's a canopy bed."

"I know, but what are all the chains and ropes you have hanging from the top? I thought you'd never played before you met me?"

"I haven't," I replied wincing. "The bed I've had for years but all the um... accessories are brand new."

"Okay, so you're jumping right into the deep end of the pool, huh?" he replied scratching his head.

Edward walked around the room inspecting all the sex toys and instruments I'd recently purchased. They were scattered across my dresser and desk taking the place of a jewelry box, framed family photos, and other trinkets that used to be there. The bed fascinated him the most; I'd removed the sheer ribbons of pink that used to decorate them and hung ropes and chains from the canopy bars the way I'd seen them in pictures.

"You've amassed quite a collection in a week's time. Paddles, restraints, butt plugs, and even a ball gag."

"Is there anything here you want me to use? Or not want me to?" I asked hesitantly.

Edward shrugged. "I've used it all before. I think you should start with something simple like the paddle and work up to gagging. You're still learning."

"You've used butt plugs before? Do you like them?"

Edward stared at me for a moment. "Yes and yes. Ass play is pretty common and it feels good when you do it right. But I think we should start with something simpler. How about a good spanking?"

I'm sure my eyes bugged out when he suggested that. "You want me to spank you?"

"I was just giving you an idea; you look like you're not sure where to start tonight. I can help you through it. And I do love a good spanking."

"Um, okay," I replied, steeling myself for what was about to come. This was why I called him here after all. "I think you've seen enough for now."

I retrieved the black silk sleep mask from my dresser and showed it to him. "Is this okay with you?"

Edward smiled in relief, almost like he was excited to see us moving on to the playtime portion of the evening. "Yes. I know why you like to blindfold me. Taking away my sight is what makes you feel powerful. It's how you get the control you're seeking."

He sat on the end of my bed and closed his eyes as I thought about what he just said. Obviously, Edward could tell that I felt much more comfortable when he was blinded. I hadn't thought about it the way he described. To me, taking away his vision meant he couldn't see my awkwardness and fear as I explored this new side of myself. But he was right; I did feel incredibly powerful when he was handicapped by a loss of sight.

I placed the new mask securely over his eyes and took the liberty of brushing his hair off his forehead. Edward breathed in deep, calming himself or preparing himself, I wasn't sure. With my hands I raised his arms over his head and slowly set about undressing him.

"Now I know why you couldn't afford the hotel any longer," he teased as I pulled his t-shirt off over his head.

"The nightly rate was definitely not sustainable on my budget," I agreed while forcing him to lean back so I could undo the button and zipper on his jeans. "But neither was all this stuff so I had to come up with a plan."

"You didn't rob a bank, did you?"

I pushed him back against the mattress and tore off his jeans. "No, smartass. I just cashed in a CD from one of them. My grandmother gave it to me ten years ago. The timing was perfect; it had just matured."

"Was the money intended for college? This might not be the type of education she had in mind, huh?"

"Flip over," I instructed. As Edward got to his hands and knees I pulled off his boxers and took a long moment to enjoy his scrumptious backside before averting my eyes in order to choose a spanking implement. "I played piano when I was younger and my grandmother had set aside money for me to buy my own after music school. But art also interested me and eventually I had to choose."

"I play the piano too," he said.

"Really? I haven't played in years. Art was more exciting to me and then my grandmother died, so her dream of me playing piano professionally faded away. Life doesn't always turn out the way you plan it. Settle down on your forearms, I want your ass in the air."

Edward complied and didn't say anything more, thankfully. I needed to concentrate. I had purchased a wooden paddle, a flogger, and a leather riding crop, but decided for my first time maybe my hand would be best. When I turned back to the bed the sight of Edward bent in such a vulnerable, submissive position nearly took my breath away. For only the second time, I would be dominating this beautiful and confident man. I could only hope to someday soon be as knowledgeable and accepting of myself as Edward seemed to be.

My heart was beating fast in my chest, but I knew what I had to do. Placing my left hand at the base of his neck, I held him in position. Edward moaned softly, knowing we were about to begin. My right hand rubbed circles on his ass cheeks, warming them. As I lifted my hand I realized I had no idea how much force to use against his skin. Deciding to follow my instincts, my hand came down hard and fast on the left side down near the fleshiest part of his behind.

"Oof!" Edward grunted.

"Too hard?"

"No," he said shaking his head back and forth. "You just caught me off guard; skipping over the warm up taps."

I blushed and was happy to know Edward wouldn't be able to see my embarrassment. "Oh, the warm up. Sorry, I forgot about that." I tried again, slapping him softly three times, pausing, and then administering another five with a little more strength behind them.

The spanking was turning me on, I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins, but it was even more of a thrill to see how Edward's body was reacting. His cock grew firmer and longer with each slap against his skin. His forehead was now firmly pressed against the mattress and his hands were balled into tight fists. I had to bite my lip to avoid joining in his chorus of moans and whimpers. And the color of his skin. Oh my, his ass was turning from an alabaster white into a lovely shade of pink.

I was so lost in the euphoria of the act, listening to his sounds and watching his skin darken, that I lost track of where I was. I'd only intended to hit him ten or fifteen times, but that was before I saw how his cock was reacting. At some point, I removed my left hand from his back and wrapped it around his hardened length. I think that was the moment that the spanking intensified for Edward. His moans were so loud that it finally broke me from the trance I was in. And then he spoke.

"Oh, Bella. Fuck, I'm so close. If you spank me once more while you're touching me like that I'm going to come in your hand," he warned me.

I looked down and saw my hand was gently pumping him back and forth. His knees were shaking like he was trying desperately to stave off a powerful orgasm. "Should I stop now? How many times can you come?"

"For you I could come all night," he replied emphatically.

"Okay then," I said squeezing him tighter.

Edward grunted. "Once more, just hit me once more, please."

I pumped his cock with my hand and rubbed my thumb over the tip. At the same time, my right hand pulled back twelve or so inches from his ass and swung back toward him with a quick whoosh of air. My hand connected right in the center of his ass and I could feel the warmth radiating off his skin. Edward howled loudly and I felt his warm sticky semen coating my hand.

"That was amazing," Edward croaked as he collapsed onto the bed. He rolled over onto his back and found the sting of my hand was still present. He quickly turned back over to his stomach chuckling and wincing at the same time.

"I'm going to get cleaned up and grab us some bottles of water. Don't take your mask off."

In the kitchen I washed my hands and then leaned against the counter top breathing heavily. I was relieved that I chose the kitchen and not the bathroom to wash up. I didn't think I could bear to look myself in the mirror right then. What did I just do? That man's ass was too tender to lie on because I hit him so many times. And I loved it. I wanted to do more weird and crazy shit to him. He wanted it too; that knowledge was overwhelming to me. After another few moments my heart rate had calmed a little and I took two water bottles back into my bedroom.

Edward was lying on his side, eyes still covered, listening for my return. I handed him a water bottle and he thanked me. Confident that he wouldn't cheat and peak at me, I decided it was safe to remove my tank top and yoga pants. I wanted to feel his skin against mine for the next part of our scene. I was still wearing a bra and panties but even that felt naughty.

"I'm going to keep you on your knees since your ass looks pretty sore. Face away from me, upright and kneeling."

Edward struggled to stand his bottle on the nightstand without eyesight and then moved into position. I placed leather cuffs around his wrists and pulled his arms behind his back to secure the attached ropes to the canopy posts at either end of the bed. Then I did the same with his ankles using short enough rope that his thighs were forced apart. He was kneeling upright, but immobilized by my restraints. I wanted to touch him but first I needed to pull my hair back into a pony tail. He felt the dip in the mattress when I retreated from the bed in search of a scrunchie.

"Bella?" he called.

I liked it when he searched for me so I was careful to be quiet as I moved across the room. He sounded worried that I might play hide and seek with him like I had during our first time together. It stirred something deep between my legs. The spanking had turned me on, and now I was becoming desperate for my own release. Feeling more in control, I decided to toss my bra aside. I knew Edward would love to feel my naked breasts against his back.

He called my name a few more times until finally he felt the bed shift as I crawled up behind him. "I'm here," I said softly.

My hands reached around his abdomen and grasped his cock in one hand and his balls in the other. He wasn't aroused yet, having just come a few minutes earlier, but I was determined to get him hard and begging for another release as soon as possible. My fingers danced over his stomach, those impressive abs, and up to his firm chest. I brought my lips to his neck and kissed him, letting my tongue lick the salt from his skin. Edward moaned and leaned back against me. I knew when he realized I was topless because he gasped in surprise.

I backed off momentarily and Edward pleaded, "Don't leave me." So I ducked under his left arm and knelt in front of his body which was strained taut against the restraints as he searched to feel me.

He moaned when my hands cupped his cheeks. I ran my fingers through his hair and down his neck to his shoulders. I enjoyed admiring his naked body, especially when I knew he couldn't see me doing it. It was like Edward was a living doll for me to play with. My soft, warm, naked sex doll who was now hardening from my touches. But still I wanted more. I wanted him to be begging.

I stood up on the bed and pressed my naked breasts into his face. Edward moaned and immediately began kissing them with his mouth. I guided one nipple to his lips and he sucked it into his mouth eagerly. Now I moaned as he did his best to pleasure me without the use of his arms. His nose nuzzled me and his lips kissed every inch of skin he could find. Finally, his cock was hard and I grabbed it roughly, possessively. After only two days of playing I already felt like he belonged to me.

Dropping to my hands and knees I sucked his cock into my mouth and licked him all over. Edward struggled against his restraints, shaking the bed. "Oh, God, Oh, shit, Bella," he moaned.

That was good, but not good enough. I wanted to hear him beg. When I could sense that he was close, I pulled off his cock and instead fondled his balls with the palm of my hand. He could tell I was teasing him purposely again so I bent my head in order to lick the tip of his cock at the same time. Edward's head fell back in defeat. I slipped his cock back into my mouth and tugged on his balls.

"Bella, please. I want to fuck you so bad. You're so good at that. Fuck!"

"I'll let you come again, but you need to be patient," I said. It was my turn to come.

Edward whimpered when I removed my hands from his body. I settled back against the pillows at the head of my bed and carefully removed my panties. There was a vibrator in the top drawer of my night stand waiting for me, so I reached over to retrieve it.

"What are you doing now?" he asked.

"Shhh, no talking."

I began touching myself with my fingers as I watched Edward pull on his wrist restraints and buck his hips in my direction. If I was being honest with myself, I wanted to let him fuck me, but for some reason I kept holding back. I needed one hundred percent of the control; not willing to surrender even the small percentage he would need in order to fuck me right. So I would have to do this myself. As soon as I switched on the vibrator I realized my mistake.

"Bella, what's that noise? What are you doing over there? Are you masturbating again?" he asked aghast. "Please let me see you. I just want to watch."

I shook my head even though I knew he couldn't see it. I was naked with legs spread; there was no way I was letting him see me this way. Not even bound the way he was; not yet. But he continued to talk and ask me what I was doing. I couldn't get off with all his yammering, so I had two choices. Gag him, or concede to his pleading. I chose the latter. Edward heard my footsteps as I crept off the bed to get my robe on the other side of the room. Finally he was quiet again, listening for clues.

I'd wanted to do this with the lights on, so I could watch his body react and move, but now that wasn't an option. Not if he wanted his vision back. I turned off the two lamps in the room and pulled the cord that turned on the over head light in the closet, closing the door almost all the way so it would provide the least amount of light. Edward squirmed on the bed, sensing from beneath his blindfold that the conditions in the room were changing. I fought back the nervous feeling creeping over my body as my hand carefully removed the black satin mask. He blinked a few times and smiled when he could finally see my face.

"There you are," he whispered thankfully.

I said nothing and retreated to the armchair in the furthest corner of the room where I could hide in the shadows. Slowly, I divested myself of my robe. Edward's head was turned towards me but I knew he could only make out the outline of my body in the darkness. I could see him only slightly better where he was closer to the closet light. Swallowing thickly, I sat in the comfortable chair and slung each of my legs over the arms of the chair. I let my head fall back against the padding and slowly slid my hand down my chest and stomach imaging Edward was the one touching me.

As soon as my fingers reached my pussy Edward moaned. Perhaps he could see me a little better than I'd thought, but by then I was committed to this orgasm. I needed it badly. I knew Edward couldn't possibly touch me and I was still in the shadows; not on display the way I had him. I knew it was unfair to so blatantly expose him for my own gawking and pleasure but not reciprocate, but I didn't care. Especially not at that precise moment.

I'd forgotten to bring my vibrator over when I left the bed so I had to make do with my fingers. Edward's eyes on me was oddly erotic even though it was equally off-putting. I focused mine on his cock, never taking my gaze off it as I swirled my fingers around my clit and dipped them inside where the moisture was warm and waiting.

"Let me fuck you. I can take care of you so good. Please let me make it so good for you," Edward pleaded.

I opened my eyes, annoyed. "You said you just wanted to watch. You're watching, now be quiet."

Edward's mouth dropped open in surprise. I did realize that this was the second time I'd paid him for sex and I still hadn't fucked him. I had every intention to do so, when I felt like I could let his hands touch me but still remain in control. The way to do that still eluded me. No more noises came from the bed and I was able to concentrate on bringing about my own climax.

Pinch the nipples, finger the clit, think about the naked man tied to my bed. It was a fool proof combination, only for some reason is wasn't working. Eventually I opened my eyes, huffing with frustration.

"New plan," I said. "I'm going to untie you but I swear if you move an inch without permission I'll give your red ass one of those spankings not meant for pleasure. You understand?"

Edward nodded solemnly. I walked to the bed and untied his wrists. I noticed faint marks from the cuffs as he rubbed his wrists and stretched his shoulder muscles. After his legs were free too, I got up from the bed to find a condom.

"Lie on your back. Does your ass still hurt?"

Edward shook his head.

"You can speak; just don't ask me for anything more. I need to do this my way."

"It doesn't hurt," he said softly as he rolled over to lie flat on his back; his head resting on my pillow.

"Good." I straddled his thighs and pumped his cock with my right hand until he was completely hard again. I had to admit, Edward was a sight to behold. His hands were tucked under the back of his head simulating bondage; perhaps to reassure me that he wouldn't try anything. His prominent muscles were stretched taut under his skin as he breathed in deeply. I wanted him to watch me come, I truly did, but when the condom was finally rolled onto his dick and it was time to mount or get off the cock, I panicked.

I swung my body around, still straddling him but now facing the open bedroom door so that I didn't have to look at him. I took his erection in my hand and positioned it directly beneath my waiting pussy. As I took his length fully inside me, I watched Edward's toes curl. I placed my hands on his thighs and shifted my hips up and down a few times. He felt damn good; long and thick. So much better than my fingers.

"Grab my tits," I yelled over one shoulder.

Edward hesitated, so I had to reach behind me and take his hands firmly in mine. With my palms over his, I squeezed my breasts a few times and rubbed his thumbs over my nipples.

"Like that. Don't stop unless I tell you to. This is going to be quick."

"Yes," Edward breathed behind me.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on his body. In me, under me, holding me. Finally it felt right. I let the anxiety that was pent up inside me slowly melt away as I began to move, rocking my hips until we found a good rhythm. I was close in no time at all, but I wanted Edward with me. He was moaning quietly, but I wanted him on the brink or orgasm when I came.

With my hands, I pulled his thighs out to the sides a few inches and reached between them to find where we were joined. I put one hand on the mattress between his legs to brace myself and used the other to gently caress his scrotum. Edward's soft moaning quickly turned into something more intense. I fucked myself on his cock faster and faster and his fingers pinched my nipples more roughly; almost to the point of pain.

"I'm close," he warned.

"Come! Come!" I yelled as I slammed my hips down on his over and over until my orgasm reached a critical point where I couldn't hold it back any more. I knew Edward was waiting for me to climax first, because as soon as I felt my muscles clenching around his cock his hands squeezed my tits tighter and he bellowed this low groan deep in his throat that drowned out my own screams.

When Edward's hands fell out to the sides of his body and his toes finally uncurled, I let out a sigh of relief. My orgasm was strong, explosive even, and I had Edward to thank for it. Scary as it was I couldn't believe I'd almost passed up another opportunity to fuck this beautiful man.

Although one wall had come down for me that night, many others still remained. When I'd caught my breath I peeled myself off him and went straight for my robe. Edward winced as he removed the condom and I took it from him to throw into the garbage can by my desk. While I had already made sure to cover my nakedness, Edward stayed stretched out on my bed never looking more at ease.

"Are you okay?" he asked me after a few minutes of silence between us.

"Yes. Are you?"

He smiled fiendishly. "Hell yes. You're becoming one of my favorite clients."

I knew Edward meant that as a compliment, but it was a glaring reminder for me that while he was the only person I'd fucked in a long time, the same wasn't true for him. Sitting on the edge of the bed I looked at his face and thought about how many other women got to see him this way.

"How many clients do you usually see in a week?" I asked.

He was clearly surprised by my question. Probably not that I was inquiring about his other sexual partners, but more so my choice of timing. "Um, well for the escort service it's usually four dates a week. Clients like you that pay for additional services are more sporadic. Maybe three times a week."

"So you have the potential to fuck a different girl every single night."

Edward shook his head. "I told you, the escort service does not include intercourse. I rarely fuck my escort clients after a date."

"But still, you are out working every single night. You must make more money than I do."

"I do alright," Edward teases. "I take a night off here and there. But honestly, I usually have my days free and what can I say… I love my job."

"Do you get to turn women down? If you don't like them or they are too rough with you?"

"Of course. I have a boss, Bella, not a pimp. I can turn down any client I don't feel comfortable with."

I thought about what he said for a minute. "So… you liked me and what I did last time. Otherwise you wouldn't have come back," I said.

Edward smiled and sat up against the headboard. "Are you shitting me? Of course I did, Bella. You scared me a little being so elusive. I knew it was your first time, so being blindfolded required a bit more trust than I typically give a first timer, but I felt like you were equally concerned about my pleasure as you were your own. It meant you were different."

"What do you mean?"

"You sucked me off, remember? You'd be surprised how many clients completely neglect my needs while they're focused on their scenes. Especially the men, because it's harder for me to get off with them. Most don't even try."

"The men?" I squeaked.

Edward smiled. "Yes, Bella. The men. You thought I only fucked women? Gay men use my services too. I'd be losing a lot of market potential if I excluded clients based solely on gender."

"Wow. So the ass play you mentioned before…?"

"Yes, most of it is with men. But you'd be surprised how many women get off by using butt plugs and vibrators on me."

I shook my head and pulled my robe closed more tightly. "You're so comfortable talking about this stuff."

"If I couldn't talk about it I certainly couldn't do it seven nights a week, right? Besides, it's not that big a deal after you've done it for a while. You'll see. In no time at all you'll be able to tell me what new scene you want to try without that adorable blushing in your cheeks."

I turned away from him, embarrassed by my traitor cheeks.

"Don't be ashamed, Bella. You're doing so well already."

"You really think so?"

"I was proud of you tonight, stepping out of your comfort zone the way you did. Your body is so beautiful; I hope you won't be afraid to show it to me next time."

"Next time?"

"Piano's aren't cheap. You must have expected to call me back many times if you cashed out that whole CD," he joked. "So when will I see you again?"

"Are you free next Tuesday?"

Edward pretended to think for a moment and then said, "I believe I am. I'll pencil you in, Miss Swan." Then he stood up and walked stark naked into my bathroom and turned on the shower. I listened to the water running for a minute and was surprised when he reappeared in the doorway still dry.

"Aren't you coming? I know how much you like to watch." Edward winked and retreated back into the bathroom, leaving the door wide open.