A/N: all things Twilight belong to Stephenie Meyer. I'm just playing with her characters and letting them have a lot of orgasms. If they are happy, I'm happy... enough silly talk. I'm really sorry for the wait and I hope this chapter will compensate for it. Also, in French this story is classified as a tale for adults with highly explicit sexual content. Read it if you dare and... enjoy!

Third chapter

Was it possible that Edward Masen was the best lover in the world? When he started to trail kisses all over my body, I seriously considered that perhaps it was the case. Then I wasn't able to think about anything anymore. And for very good reasons, mind you. After kissing my calves and licking my skin here and there like I was edible, he slowly ventured towards my knees, and soon he was boldly brushing my inner thighs with his dangerously skilled hands before he started kissing there too. His mouth was running along one thigh, then the other, and all the while it was like he was feasting on my skin, which was burning everywhere his lips touched.

My heart jumped for the umpteenth time, and my arousal made me so very wet. I knew my clit was swollen and begging for mercy, but Edward wasn't having it; he took his time, despite the timer indicating there were only fifty minutes left in the exercise. Now he was licking my groin and I couldn't hold still anymore; I arched my hips upon the feeling of his tongue nearing my bare pussy. It was so fucking good! The next second, it ran along my labia down and up, up and down, and at last it stopped on my bulging clit, only to trace circles around it, just at the right pace.

I felt more moisture seeping from my entrance and tried to close my legs, but Edward prevented me from doing so. "Tsk, tsk, you have to remain open for me, Isabella."

He was between my legs and just had to lean down to access my wet sex. My arousal was at its height, and he probably could see it because then he sucked on my nub and I instantly burst out in pleasure. I screamed so loud that I feared I'd be heard by everyone else through the walls.

"Oh God, Edward! Have mercy on me!"

But apparently he wasn't done exploring my 'treasures'. He stopped sucking my clit, but only to return to my entrance and taste me deeper. His tongue sank inside me, and although I had barely recovered from my first orgasm, I felt I was going to fall right back over the edge again if Edward continued to lick me like that. He realized it too, and when he became even more targeted in his action, it dawned on me that he intended to make me come again within seconds.

As his tongue worked its magic inside me, his hands wandered up my body; he caressed my pubis, and then my stomach, before he landed on and began kneading and stroking my breasts. Holy hell, I thought I was going to pass out… Edward's tongue inside my burning pussy and his other ministrations soon overtook me. My lower body jolted, which actually allowed my partner to go even deeper in me and I exploded once more in a powerful orgasm that seemed everlasting.

After a while, Edward pulled back and said, "Do you have any idea how delicious you taste, Isabella? Your pussy is the most delectable I've ever savored; it reminds me of honey."

He laid his head down on my flushed breasts, then grinned and said, "I think we'll have to wait for your heart to recover from my latest performance before we try something else."

My head was resting on a pillow and I stared at the wooden ceiling. Without thinking, my fingers went foraging into Edward's bronze hair. He sat up in a swift move and took my hand in his to stop me. "Don't do that, Isabella. It's already hard enough not to take you right now. If, in addition, you start teasing me, so Lord help me I don't know what might happen," he explained with a mix of regret and contained anger.

Crap, this exercise was starting to look like some kind of torture. I wondered how the others were dealing with it. Edward seemed to be the one with the best control, and yet he was on the edge of agony. A feeling of guilt took over me.

"Edward, I don't understand why you have to go through this purgatory. Just give up that stupid seminar and you'll have the opportunity to take me at will," I said quietly but baffled nonetheless.

Come on, Bella, don't start deluding yourself again. You know damn well that Edward isn't going to want anything to do with you once he's possessed you just to get his release.

"That sounds easy to do, doesn't it? To withdraw myself from the race to have my way with you? But what about my pride? And besides, Garrett didn't explain everything to you ladies. If one of us abandons the exercise before it is over, he'll be punished," Edward replied.

"Punished? What do you mean?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"The goal of this seminar is learn to treat women as goddesses, Isabella. With that in mind, if a man is incapable of putting a woman's sexual needs before his own, he doesn't deserve this woman; instead he deserves a punishment. Do you understand?" he asked like I was a five year old or something.

Yes, that much I understood. Edward didn't need to be condescending with me, fucking hell! But mostly, I thought this philosophy was utterly silly and outdated.

"I know what you're thinking," the CEO continued, looking at me with his crooked smile. "It's all over your face. You find it stupid that my friends or I should get punished for demonstrating the kind of behavior commonly accepted one thousand years ago, during an era when knights in shining armors would save the lives of damsels in one town and rape all the young virgins in the next…"

"But the punishment? What would it be?" I cut him off.

I was more curious by the second.

"You've met Tanya, right?" Edward asked.

I just nodded.

"Well, Tanya is actually in charge of punishing the participants who don't play by the rules. She's a Domme and she has an arsenal of accessories to accomplish her task, if you know what I mean…" he trailed off.

Admittedly, I had no idea what he was referring to.

"I'm not following you," I muttered.

"I'm not sure you want me to elaborate," the businessman said impassively.

"I'm not sure I want it either," I replied, but at the same time I felt so very stupid right now that I wanted to cry.

"So, if I say clamps, floggers, riding crops, canes, whipping bench, does that ring any bells?"

"Not at all," I retorted a bit harshly.

"Okay then, this topic is over," he said while moving away from me to get something else in his sport bag. "I wanted you to regain your breath and a normal heartbeat to better benefit from this."

The object he showed me was obviously a vibrator, but again the likes of which I'd never seen before. On each side of the central branch was a smaller appendage, the purpose for which I suspected right away. Edward commented, "I use this little jewel of technology very rarely, and you'll see why in just a minute."

I felt a wave of anticipation in the pit of my stomach, but some anxiety too.

"Are you going to fuck my ass with that thing?" I blurted without thinking.

"Would you like me to?" he asked instantaneously, his face unreadable.

Shit, I couldn't figure out if he was joking or downright serious.

"I… I'd rather not," was all I could manage.

"Well, I wouldn't want to disoblige you, dear," he replied as if I'd asked him if there was going to be baboon brain for lunch. "So where was I? Oh yes! You see, Isabella, women who had a taste of the triple ecstasy vibrator are often left unsatisfied with an ordinary dick afterwards. This toy probably caused a lot of breakups…" Edward trailed off.

I swallowed with pain.

"… but since we're not a couple, I can use it as much as I want with you," he added in the end.

I was still lying down on the bed, ready to be the guinea pig once more. Edward inserted the vibrator in my sex and positioned it so that the two remaining appendages were in direct contact with my clit and my anus. This was a very peculiar invasion of my private parts, and while I should have felt ashamed at being used this way, I wasn't. Maybe I was really a slut and I just didn't have any opportunity to find out about that side of my personality sooner.

"Are you ready, Isabella?" my partner asked purely rhetorically.

What woman in her right mind wouldn't want to be fucked senseless with a toy that might give her three orgasms at once?

I closed my eyes to avoid his gaze and he turned the vibrator on. When it started to hum, three erogenous zones were stimulated at the same time. The sensations that took over me were… electrifying, for lack of a better word. I was receiving an inner massage from the vibrations of the dildo which was endowed with small balls, while my clitoris was being teased with the other part of the toy and another kind of voluptuous bliss was building all around my ass. I also had the impression that my blood was boiling in my veins. Yet it was only the beginning. After a few minutes of stimulation, Edward decided it was time to increase the level of intensity of the diabolical toy. The sensations became stronger and my arousal rose to its apex in matter of seconds.

I grabbed the headboards and moaned. My hips started to move on their own as a result of the rising pleasure radiating between my shaky legs. My clitoris surrendered first, having been worked tirelessly yet gently by the sex toy. I almost lost consciousness with the orgasm it provided. I couldn't remember getting as much pleasure from that spot before. But a few seconds later, another wave of ecstasy hit my anal region, where the other appendage was still vibrating.

Finally, when Edward realized that the two attachments had accomplished their purpose, he retracted them so he could thrust the main shaft deeper inside me. Now I was really dying. But then he increased the speed of the vibration at the same moment the toy hit a new sensitive spot. I climaxed for the third time, screaming even louder than before, but way past the stage of caring whether anyone could hear.

Edward leaned over and whispered, "Ten." I couldn't feel my limbs anymore and feared I would never be able to get off of the bed.

"I really think I've had enough now. I'm spent," I said between two erratic breaths.

The CEO glanced at me disapprovingly. "Not so fast, Isabella. There's still time left for me to test at least one more toy. You wouldn't want us to lose the race because of you, would you?" he asked softly. "It would be so frustrating for me to be forced to use the shower to jerk off as your friend Alice said."

The thought that Edward could end up not getting the opportunity to have me after all he'd done was unbearable, and for more reasons than one. He was trying to keep a physical distance from me, in a certain way, and therefore I could only appreciate his stately body visually. Even so, what I could see was very limited since unlike me he was fully clothed. I was more than determined to change this situation for my own benefit, as egocentric as it may sound.

However, it was also because I knew he wasn't indifferent to my charms – he had implied so himself repeatedly – and he must suffer terribly, what with being forced to keep his desire at bay. I felt guilty, even though I hadn't asked to be put in this situation. Besides, as he told me at the beginning of the session, he was the one who wanted to get to know me.

Well he got to know you all right, Bella, and he might get to know you even further very soon, but don't hope for anything else…

"Don't make that face," he sighed. "You're extremely desirable, but I'm not going to die if I have to wait for a little while."

He smiled another killer smile. How could he be so sure he was going to win the race? How would he take it if he were defeated?

"And in the eventuality I lose, at least I'll have spent a very pleasant two hours in your company, beautiful Isabella," he went on as if he was inside my head during my last musings.

Strangely, my heart was palpitating every time he said my full name, whereas normally I preferred being called Bella. I felt myself blushing from head to toe.

"You're definitely not helping me when you blush like this, but I guess it's only fair. After all, perhaps you'd rather be somewhere else right now," he stated quietly.

Was he serious or just testing me?

"You're an imbecile, Edward Masen!" I snapped. "How dare you think I'd want to be some place else after you gave me ten orgasms in less than ninety minutes?"

How dare you think I could return to my ordinary life when I leave this place?

"Oh, you're a character!" he said, laughing. "Don't you know I was kidding you?"

"It's not funny," I pouted.

"Don't be angry. Hmm, I think another shock treatment would be beneficial for you," he replied, withdrawing a mysterious object from his pocket. "This little device is used to stimulate the G-spot and the clit, although it doesn't look like a conventional vibrator, as you can see."

The object he was holding was smaller than a vibrator and it was curved so as to be in contact with the G-spot once inside. At the other end was the clit teaser, covered with tiny projections. The toy wired to a remote control.

"Come on, Isabella, show me you can take some more," he pleaded with authority.

I didn't want to disappoint him. Once again I felt the anticipation deep down in my belly. I decided to change my position; I sat up with my knees bent and slightly spread so Edward could easily access my pussy and I rested my back against the headboard for more comfort. He put the stimulator inside me and stayed by my side with the remote and turned it on.

All of a sudden, I was overtaken with the feeling that I was going to melt right then and there. Melt or combust, I wasn't sure which one. My arousal grew so fast that I thought I was going to come right away. I took a deep breath to reduce my tension; I didn't want to climax too quickly because the delicious pressure inside and the stimulation to my clit felt sooo good. I gripped the bedspread tightly and let out several sensuous moans, more than aware just how wet I was getting.

"Let see what happens if I increase the intensity," Edward suggested.

He was staring at my entrance. Damn, I was probably going to die of embarrassment if my heart didn't give up before then. There was nothing to stop what happened next. The area occupied by the stimulator was hit by an orgasmic wave which culminated when the device was pressed a little harder on my G-spot. I lost track of time for a while, and when I came back to earth I realized I was soaking wet… abnormally so, actually. Crap, did I have an 'accident' while I was climaxing?

"I was almost certain from the start that I'd be able to have you squirt," Edward said with a wide smile.

I should have known he would want to see that, too… He turned the G-spot teaser off and slowly pulled it out, yet my clit was still swollen with need. Was he going to do something about it? Most assuredly, for he started massaging the area around it, taking his time, venturing his fingers along my folds, exploring some hidden zones while doing so, going down until he reached my lower hole before moving up again to where I was dying to be touched.

"Edward, please," I begged.

But he was merciless and followed the same path twice before focusing solely on my swelling nub, moving his fingers in circles and pressing oh so lightly. I wanted this moment to last forever, those few seconds when you're just on the edge of falling into an abyss of pleasure. But at the same time I couldn't hold it anymore. I arched my hips and moaned wantonly when a mind-blowing orgasm hit me in several waves of utter bliss. Seconds and seconds of ecstasy before I fell back on the other side of my climax. And suddenly it was pitch black and I was lost in a sea of oblivion.

ooooo

"Bella, Bella! Please, wake up!" I heard Alice's voice through a wall of marshmallow.

Maybe if I opened my eyes I could see her, but I lacked the strength to do so. Someone patted my cheeks with a cold compress and then I felt my eyelids being lifted so as to examine my eyes. That's how I saw Doctor Cullen bent over me, holding a little light to check if my pupils were dilated. Gathered around him were Alice, dying with concern, Esme holding the compress, and Edward, who was watching me with remorse and guilt all over his face. At least I thought those were the feelings distorting his features, but I couldn't read his mind. However, if he could have read mine, he would have known he didn't have anything to feel guilty about.

Jeez, Bella, you should consider the possibility that Edward is just afraid you will sue him for putting you in that state…

I tried to remember the last minutes that had elapsed before I lost consciousness. I had begun to feel weak, my stomach being empty since the day before, but I didn't tell Edward because I didn't want him to stop what he was doing. I also clearly remembered being naked during our activities. I couldn't help but wondering if I was still naked now, with all those people bending over me to verify that I wasn't dead. I needed to open my mouth and say something, but the doctor did it for me.

"You can be reassured, ladies. It seems your friend fainted because she had an episode of hypoglycemia. Did she have breakfast this morning?" he asked.

He had closed my eyelids and I left them that way, to avoid Edward's gaze.

"No, not really," Esme answered. "She only had orange juice."

Orange juice followed by 12 orgasms.

"Ah, all this is my fault!" the physician sighed. "I should have warned Garrett to ensure that you be fed properly."

"No, dear, I'd rather say it's my fault," Esme replied. "I sat with her at the table; I should have encouraged her to eat more."

"Ah, those chicks who always want to lose weight!" I heard Emmett say disapprovingly.

He must have been farther away in the room because he was out of my sight.

"I'm sure a gorgeous plump creature of 250 pounds would make you very happy, Emmett," Rosalie retorted with sarcasm.

I couldn't see her either. I noticed, though, that she addressed the football player by his first name. I promptly straightened up on the couch I was lying on and finally opened my eyes.

"Hey there, not so fast!" Carlisle exclaimed. "You wouldn't want a relapse now, Ms. Swan, would you?"

I didn't answer. I noted I was wrapped in my bathrobe and I sighed in relief. Phew! What time was it? Was the race aborted because of my fainting?

"Alice, Rosalie, Esme, I'm so very sorry," I said weakly.

"Why do you say that, Bella?" Alice questioned. "I'm the one who's sorry. We shouldn't have insisted on prolonging the exercise…"

"It was a good thing that you insisted, on the contrary," Edward cut her off with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

He was still intensely staring at me but he wasn't looking gloomy anymore. His expression had changed when he realized I had nothing seriously wrong with me. Esme handed me an Oreo cookie as Garrett entered the room to take stock of the morning. I noticed Jasper was not in the room.

"So, since Ms. Swan had a mild discomfort, I was forced to interrupt the exercise. However, there were only five minutes left, which means it was almost over. I'm now going to listen to our charming guests' testimony and I'd ask the gentlemen to go join Mr. Whitlock in the dining room for lunch. We'll join you there momentarily."

This is it, Bella. You're gonna have to tell all those nice people how Edward Masen pleasured you until you passed out…

The businessman, the football player and the physician left the lounge. Garrett settled in one of the couches, but Rosalie made an offended pout to protest. "There's no way I'm going to reveal any detail of this experience to a man. I'd rather you go get Tanya. She's not very friendly, but I still prefer that my confidences fall on another woman's ear rather than yours!"

"As you wish, Ms. Hale," Garrett shrugged with resignation.

He left the room and shortly after Tanya replaced him on the sofa.

"You know, you don't need to disclose any details, ladies," the employee explained. "A number will suffice. Who wants to start?"

Esme volunteered. She wasn't shy about her sexuality.

"Carlisle made me climax eight times," she confided, as if she was announcing he gave her a box of Godiva chocolates.

"Fucking shit! It's more than the seven orgasms I had with Jasper," Alice exclaimed, very disappointed.

"Is that so? I had seven orgasms as well with Emmett," Rosalie said.

She didn't seem as disheartened as Alice. Maybe she didn't care about not going further with the handsome quarterback… at least for now.

Realizing it was now my turn to speak, I couldn't help but blush. Should I admit to my friends that I outdid them all hands down? I didn't want to make them feel sad, jealous or utterly mad at me. Could they be angry? After all it wasn't my fault if Edward knew how to sexually satisfy a woman so well. It was his pals who were going to sulk most. Moreover, if they came to learn the true motives for his presence here, they would rip him apart. "… I lied to my friends and I had them believe I, too, needed therapy…"

I thought about Edward who was waiting patiently in the dining room, longing for me. I couldn't lie just to please my friends, who seemed to be expecting more from their partners, could I? The rules were the rules.

"And what about you, Ms. Swan?" Tanya asked.

Do you really want to make your BFFs die with envy, Bella? Are they even going to believe you had twelve orgasms? Who can possibly manage to climax that many times in less than two hours?

"Six," I answered with a barely audible voice.

"Oh, sweetie, you must be so sad right now," Esme said, almost pitying me.

"That's unexpected," Alice went on. "I would have sworn that this Edward Masen was some kind of sex guru or something, if you know what I mean…"

"Pfft! The ones who brag the most are always the ones who act the least. Too bad for you, Bella," Rosalie sighed.

"It's settled, then. I'll announce the winner of the race to Garrett," Tanya concluded, standing up.

My three best friends did the same, but I didn't move from my place right away. I was glad I had said the darkest of lies so Esme could have her way with the striking doctor, I tried convincing myself. After all, they deserved to win the damn contest more than any other pairing.

I decided it was best not to face Edward, even though Tanya wasn't going to disclose any number and would just report that Carlisle had been the one who provided the most numerous orgasms to his partner. I had no difficulty imagining my partner's anger when Garrett would announce the results to his clients… his anger and also his disappointment; I had a lump in my throat just thinking about it.

I returned to my bedroom and buried my head under my pillow to cry all the tears I had in my body without being heard or disturbed.

Now, if Bella had told the truth, this story would be over next chapter. Would you like it to be over that soon?

That's what I thought...

I have two announcements to make: first, I'm sorry if Bella is not treated like a piece of trash in this story so far and I promise I will try to do better next chapter to correct this situation if that's what it takes to attract more readers and more reviews. I'm no Jadalulu but heck, what do I have to lose? (relax, my friends, I'm just kidding)

My second announcement is regarding my other story The slave who wouldn't obey. If you read it, like it and want to talk about it, I have a thread on Twilighted which was started by the devoted Furious Strength: http:(2 slashes) . ?f=44&t=15201

As devoted as Furious Strength in her own way is my lovely beta Just4ALE. Without her help I couldn't bring you this little smut fest.

By the way, if you liked this chapter, let me hear from you :-)

Milk