AN: Thanks to darcysmom and itlnbrt from PTB from looking over this for me, and all y'all that took the time to review. I'm very excited about this chapter, and I think quite a few of you will be surprised.

Playlist:
Space Bound - Eminem
Blue Jeans - Lana Del Ray
Change of Seasons - Sweet Thing

A Pale Fire

Chapter 4

"So, this is home," Isa said, unlocking the door to her apartment. She waved her hand with a flourish, as she dumped her keys by the door. I followed her, my curiosity piqued as I let my eyes roam. I shrugged out of my jacket as I perused her apartment, draping it over a nearby chair.

The walls were white, the wood flooring was a pale cream color, which would have made it look stark and empty if it wasn't for all the bright colors she had decorated the apartment with. Soft rugs littered the floor in varying colors, and the cream, leather couches had throws and pillows scattered over them. A hammock hung by the window, long drapes hanging on either side of it.

"I'm going to shower and freshen up real quick," Isa told me as she unclipped Min's lead and pulled her muzzle free. "Make yourself at home, and you can put on some music if you like. Just click on iTunes on my Mac. It's in kitchen."

"Okay," I agreed, glancing at the art—she'd chosen multicolored paint splatter—hanging up on the walls, framed in thick block color frames.

The place had an open plan, and I wandered into the connecting kitchen. The decor was the same as in the living room with white counters and cupboards paired with bright, colorful appliances and jars. The style was very 1950s with a small breakfast bar and vintage accessories. Her whole apartment seemed mismatched, yet somehow it worked.

I found her Mac at the breakfast bar, opening it up and drumming my fingers against the tabletop as the screen flickered to life. My eyes widened slightly in shock at what she'd left up on her browser and my lips quirked up in amusement.

I wasn't under the misconception that women didn't look at porn. In this day and age, you were hard pressed to find someone that didn'tlook at porn.

I had to admit that the pictures were all very tasteful. Taken in black and white and angled in a professional manner that made the lights cast down upon the subject in a way that captured the heart of the photo. You could feel the passion oozing from the entwined nude bodies.

I let out a long breath, trying to quell the rising lust in me as I minimized the screen only to find another picture behind it. I couldn't help but wonder if this was what she had been doing while she waited for me to come. I ran my tongue over my suddenly dry lips as I imagined her sitting, legs spread wide as she masturbated, right here. I could practically just see her hand up her skirt, teeth embedded into her pouty bottom lip as she moaned and panted.

I minimized the second browser, finding a third behind it. It slowly dawned on me as I brought the first two back up and looked more closely, that there was a pattern, a theme, to the pictures. It wasn't your run-of-the-mill guy-with-oversized-cock-fucking-a-big-titted-woman kind of porn. It was kinky porn.

I scrolled down the page, words like BDSM and D/s jumping out at me. It seemed that I had stumbled onto Isa's dark fantasies. Her tastes mainly seemed to focus on Age Play with younger women calling their Dom "Daddy."

I couldn't deny that I was shocked by my discovery, but that didn't stop my hand from reaching down and palming my throbbing cock through my jeans.

I was quite familiar with the local BDSM community, here in NYC, having attended quite a few erotic art showcases, which included nudes tied up and gagged. I knew people who were involved in Dominant and submissive relationships, but I had never tried it myself. I had been told that I would make a good Dom, but I'd always found certain aspects a little much. I didn't get off on pain or humiliation, and the thought of engaging in contracted sex with someone that at the end of the day I had little emotional ties to didn't appeal to me.

Looking through the different blogs—it turned out that it wasn't just porn—reading the little snippets of information on Daddy Doms, I couldn't help but feel intrigued. If Isa was into this and wanted it, I wouldn't be opposed to trying.

I hissed as my hips rutted against the edge of the table, desperately seeking friction and reached into my pants. My cock was hot and hard in my palm, the length slick with pre-cum as I shifted it upward to settle in the waistband of my pants.

"Edward, did you find my Ma—" Isa skidded to a halt when she saw me; one of my hands was still in my pants. I looked like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Her eyes widened behind her glasses, and her lips parted as her gaze shifted from the computer screen to me and back again. A dark flush descended her cheeks, traveling all the way to her cleavage before disappearing into her top.

We both stood frozen, the tension crackling violently between us, the silence thick. It was obvious that she had taken a quick shower from the way her skin was still tinged pink from the heat and her hair—which was pulled back into a ponytail—dripped. She changed into a pair of tight, dark gym shorts with a burgundy Henley with the sleeves pushed up over her elbows, and thigh high socks.

"Oh God, this is so fucking embarrassing," she muttered, breaking the silence that cloaked the room heavily. She covered her face with her hands before releasing a long, drawn out breath. "I can't believe I left all that up."

She seemed to be more talking to herself than to me, but it was enough to draw me from position. I pulled my hand the rest of the way out of my pants and yanked my beanie off, raking my fingers through my hair.

I struggled to come up with something to say, my throat dry as I opened and closed my mouth uselessly. She came over, her posture defeated, and even timid. I stepped back as she reached for her computer, closing all the browsers, each one more explicit than the last.

Isa's vulnerability tugged me forward, my mind clearing partially from the lust clouding it as I stepped up behind her, my fingers danced lightly over her skin before settling on her hips. I pressed the ridge of my nose in the juncture of her neck and shoulder, swallowing tightly as I inhaled her intoxicating clean, fresh scent. I pressed myself against her, my throbbing erection nestling in the curve of her full, round ass.

"Do you...does that turn you on?" I asked softly, my voice low and raspy as I dragged my lips up toward her ear, planting wet, open-mouthed kisses along the path. She shivered as my lips brushed against her skin, her breath stuttering.

"Yes," she admitted, her voice tentative.

I spun her around to face me, grasping her chin lightly and nudging her face up so that I could look her in the eye as she gasped. She braced herself on the tabletop behind her, her body arching forward as her surprised gaze met my darkened one.

She peered up at me, her thick lashes curling up and casting shadows against her cheek. Even in their surprise, her eyes were deep and soulful, pools of chocolate swirling and melting.

My heart thundered in my chest as my pulse spiked, my breaths coming out uneven as the air sparked around us. "Do you want that...with me?" I questioned, laying my hands on either side of her, trapping her against the counter, my body, once again flush with hers.

Her eyes darted away from mine, her cheeks darkening further as white, pearly teeth embedded themselves into the soft, pouty flesh of her lip. "I...I've never-" She faltered, struggling to express herself in the wake of the revelation I had just uncovered.

I cut her off. "Do. You. Want. That. With. Me?" I repeated steadily, punctuating each word.

She glanced up at me, vulnerable and exposed as she searched my eyes. She let out a long breath as her eyelids fluttered closed, unable to look at me for fear of my reaction to her answer. An answer that would push us off the precipice we were currently situated. The enormity of the situation hung heavily between us we hovered at the edge of what could be a life-altering cliff. "Yes," she whispered so quietly that had I not been so close I would not have heard her.

I leaned in further, the weight that was pushing down on my chest loosening at her words. "Yes what?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow expectantly.

She swallowed, her mouth opening and closing for a minute before she pushed the words out in a breathless whisper. "Yes, Daddy."

All the breath in my body left me in a whoosh and I shuddered, my eyes falling closed at her words. I would have never guessed in a million years that being called "Daddy" would turn me on as much as it did, but it called to the dominant, possessive side of me that told me to direct and nurture her. She was mine, and I would take care of her.

"Do you have any idea what you calling me that does to me?" I asked, taking in her dilated pupils partially hidden beneath heavy lids.

She shook her head slowly, peeking up from under her thick lashes. I reached out, clasping her wrist in my hand and brought it down to my erection. My balls were drawn up tight, ready to explode with my cum as I pressed her warm hand to my granite like cock.

She gasped, glancing down as if she could not believe that I was hard. I groaned as her fingers flexed around me, gripping me through the thick denim of my jeans. My lips were hungry as I placed wet, open-mouthed kisses along her jaw, slowly descending down to the graceful arch of her exposed neck.

"Say it," I demanded, sucking and nibbling on her pulse point. "Call me Daddy."

She licked her lips, dragging her tongue over them, the pink tip glistening with saliva before it darted back inside. "Daddy," she breathed, her voice low and sultry, and I twitched in her grip, hardening further.

I let my eyes drift downward, treating myself to the view of the swell of her firm, perky breasts peeking out of the lapels of her partially open shirt. My jaw clenched as I gritted my teeth, fighting to retain some measure of control, but I was barely clinging onto the frayed edges of it.

"I was right about you, Isa. Beneath all your confidence, there's a little insecure girl just waiting to come out, but you just don't know how to release her. You had to find someone, someone that could unlock that cage and set her free. Someone older and more experienced, someone unafraid of your desires," I said softly.

My words stripped away the layers protecting her, delving right down to where her deepest, darkest secrets were stored and throwing the door wide open. She was raw and vulnerable before me, trembling as her eyes begged me for what she could not yet vocalize.

"Please," she whispered, her words heavy and full of meaning. She used the one word to say a variety of things, but mainly she was pleading for me to not abuse the trust she was placing in me.

The fact that she was giving me so much of her trust in the first place was not only humbling, but also something that I would never dream of taking advantage of. I knew that, right then, the trust between us was still forming. It took time and patience to gain a deeper, more steadier trust, but I was a patient man when I needed to be, and I would nurture our blossoming relationship.

From what I had glimpsed on Isa's computer, a "Daddy" was a caretaker, both emotionally and physically. It seemed that not all of these kinds of relationships were sexual, though I had no doubt that ours would be.

As if to agree with that thought, Isa wound her hands in my hair and yanked my face up, planting a scorching kiss on my lips. As soon as our lips connected, it was as if every rational thought left my mind, and the only thing my brain could catalog was the fact that her lips were so fucking soft and full against mine. They were like pillows, yielding easily beneath the force of the harsh and passionate kiss I was granting her, yet retaining some firmness.

I didn't ask for permission, nor did I feel like I needed to as my tongue plunged into her mouth, savoring her exquisite taste. I was drunk on her, yet my body wanted more.

It was raw and brutal the way I possessed her, shoving my tongue further into the cavern of her mouth until it was almost down her throat. I devoured her without mercy, taking everything that she gave me without hesitation.

My hand trailed up the outside of her thigh, grabbing a handful of flesh where her thigh met her ass and hitching it up over my hip. I ground myself against her, feeling the heat of her pussy through the flimsy fabric of her shorts and my jeans as I sucked on her tongue, swallowing her moans. She mewled, clawing desperately at my arms and back as I pressed her harder against the counter.

It was only when my lungs tightened, protesting about the lack of oxygen that I tore my mouth away from hers.

"Do you want it? Do you want Daddy's thick, hard cock?" I hissed. She whimpered and squirmed against me, latching her hot, wet mouth to my neck. A guttural groan escaped me as she began sucking and licking her way down my neck. Her warm breath fanned across the hollow of my throat as she continued her journey downward. I let my head fall back and my eyelids flutter closed as I lost myself in the soft wetness of her mouth.

I grasped her other thigh, hoisting her up so that she could wrap her legs tight around my waist, just like I had been fantasizing about some I had first caught of her shapely legs. My cock sat nestled between her thighs as I stumbled backward, crashing into the opposite counter before turning and making my way back into the living room.

We fell onto the couch, me above her. Our foreheads knocked together as we bounced against the cushions, diffusing some of the tension radiating off us as we laughed quietly. I guided her mouth back to mine, but the urgency that had been there minutes ago simmered down, allowing me to focus more on how she felt and tasted than on unbuttoning my jeans and fucking her.

Her soft tongue wound with mine, twisting and curling, as I lowered my body to lay between her thighs. My hands, pulled by a force stronger than I was capable of controlling, gravitated to her tits, finally granting myself the privilege of touching them.

I cupped them in my hands, palming the full, soft, round mounds. I groaned at the realization that she wasn't wearing a bra, her swollen nipples straining against the thin cotton fabric. Isa might have been petite, but she definitely had more than a handful, and believe me, I had large hands.

Her back bowed, arching into my touch, and she whimpered as I thumbed her nipples. My hips pressed up, grinding my cock against her pussy in a steady, precise rhythm. My lips dropped wet kisses along her collarbone, shifting down toward my hands, as I pushed her shirt open further. Coral, silver-dollar nipples peeked out as I tugged the fabric beneath her breasts. They were like large perfectly formed ivory teardrops, perky and plump.

Her fingers tangled in my hair, panting and whimpering as I blew on her nipples, the sensitive buds tightening up further as I rolled my hips in a way that made my cock rub against her clit with each thrust. I was determined to make her cum like this, and judging by the flush of her skin and the tightening of her thighs around me, it wasn't going to take long.

I swirled my tongue around her left nipple, a groan rumbling its way through my body as her undiluted taste exploded against my taste buds.

"Please," she keened lowly, and bucked her hips desperately up into mine.

"What is it, little one? What do you need?" I asked, looking up at her. She was biting down so hard on her lip that I was afraid that she was going to bite right through it. Her hands lay limply in my hair as she returned my gaze, her eyes barely open as she panted heavily.

A thought came to my mind and I grasped her wrists in one of my hands, pulling them up above her head, effectively pinning her down beneath my body. She was helpless, trembling and squirming in my grip as her hips responded, grinding and rocking against mine.

"You like that?" I asked as her eyes rolling back into her head.

"Yes," she mewled.

"Yes, what?" I asked, or rather demanded.

She arched up, her breath fanning out across my cheek as her lips brushed against my skin. "Yes, Daddy," she murmured, her tone husky.

A shudder rolled down my spine and I thrust my hips harder against hers, knowing that I was as close as she was.

"I need you to cum for me," I gritted out between my clenched teeth.

A few thrusts later, her breathing stuttered and her body trembled as she threw her head back into the cushions. Breathless gasps and moans escaped her swollen parted lips and her eyelids fluttered closed.

"Motherfuck!" I growled, the pace of my hips faltered slightly as I caught her lips up in a barbaric kiss.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted against my lips, slowly unraveling in my grip until she came. She bit down on my bottom lip to stop the scream of pleasure from escaping as she shattered, her body shuddering.

I continued to thrust my hips, rutting erratically against her a few times before exploding, my cock twitching as stream after stream of cum spilled into my boxers.

My limbs were loose and weak, all the pent-up tension making me unwilling to move, but I somehow managed to drag our bodies so that I lay on my back so that I wouldn't crush her with my weight. We lay in silence, trying to catch our breaths as we came to terms with what had happened.

Isa twisted on her side to face me, an almost nervous expression on her face as she regarded me. "So..." she murmured, trailing off. I felt the subtle shift in the atmosphere around us, but I was a firm believer that most situations were only awkward if you let them be awkward.

"I haven't cum in my jeans since high school," I grumbled. My words had their desired effect as Isa started giggling. She pressed her face into my shoulder, relaxing from her tense posture before pulling back. She sat up, tugging her top back over her breasts and pushed the stray hair that had slipped from her ponytail out of her face.

"I guess we should talk about what just happened," she suggested, quirking an elegant eyebrow. I smiled at the return of her confidence and stretched my arms over my head, my orgasm having loosened all the muscles in my body.

"Sure," I agreed, folding my hands behind my head.

"I know we said that we weren't going to rush our relationship—honestly, I'm sort of glad we still have a relationship after you having found out about my little...quirk," she admitted.

"Would you have eventually told me about it?" I asked curiously, drawing little pictures on the exposed skin of her hip between her shirt and shorts.

She shrugged. "I don't know. I only found out about it like a year or two ago. It's been my little secret ever since. It isn't something that I would have ever easily admitted to anyone, and I don't want you to think that I'm thinking about my father like that when we were dry humping." She pulled a disgusted face, wrinkling up her nose as I chuckled in relief.

"That's good to know."

"I also want you to know that I didn't decide to date you because of our age difference. I do want to know you, Edward, and I want you to know me. I, personally, don't care that you're seven years older than me, but if we continue seeing each other, there will be talk about it amongst others. It could reflect negatively against both of us."

I internally congratulated her on her foresight. "When I look at you, I don't see a woman seven years my junior, Isa. I see someone that reminds of the good that is still out there in the world. I'm used to being stagnant and jaded by life, but you are so different, like a breath of fresh air, and it makes me want to be a better man," I told her, leaning up to get reacquainted with her swollen, puffy lips.

She hummed against my mouth, trailing her hands up and down my biceps, squeezing my lean, sinewy muscles. She pulled back before we decided to forgo talking completely, and I sighed.

"So, it doesn't bother you?" she whispered, her lips hovering centimeters from mine

My eyes darted back and forth between her eyes and her lips. "The fact that you get off on calling me "Daddy?" I clarified. She nodded slowly, her eyes once again searching mine.

I contemplated her words, thinking back to what we had just shared and mulled over how I felt. Yes, I had liked it, but I also thought that this was something we both would needed to acclimate ourselves to. We needed to work out our limits, and find a balance between our kindling vanilla relationship and this admittedly new side that had just sprung up.

"No," I answered. "But...we need to work out a few things before we decide to just dive right into this."

"I know," Isa agreed, moving back. "I need you to know that I am independent. I don't mind working or holding my ground intellectually and artistically. I don't mind being told to stand on my own feet, and to do all I am capable of doing. But, as a woman, I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness. As a woman, oh God, as a woman I want to be dominated. I want a man lying over me, always over me. His will, his pleasure, his desire, his life, his work, his sexuality, the touchstone, the command, and my pivot. I want to be pursued, fucked, possessed by the will of a man, by his bidding, and I think that man is you," she rambled, her cheeks flushed as she poured her desires out before me."

Her words hit direct and center. Maybe I hadn't known it before today, but somehow I craved for what she had just described. This was what I had been missing and longing for in my life: a woman to connect with, a physical and emotional mate.

Her desires fed my need for control, and while I was inexperienced in this, I didn't doubt that we could find our own little niche. No two relationships were the same, and that went for both vanilla and kink. We needed to figure what we each wanted from this, and if those desires were compatible.

I shifted, my face twisting into a grimace as I remembered the mess in my pants. "Can I use your bathroom? My pants are kind of..." I trailed off, waving toward the crotch of my jeans.

"Oh! Of course. First door on the right. I may have some of my half-brother's clothes around here if you want to have your pants washed."

"That would be good. I need to clean up, and then we can talk," I told her, sitting up and throwing my legs over the edge of the couch. I stretched, craning my neck from side to side before propelling myself to my feet and walking awkwardly to the bathroom.

Once inside, I stripped off my pants and boxers, dumping them in the sink before yanking my t-shirt over my head. I stepped in the shower, hissing as the cold spurts of water hit me from the multiple showerheads.

I tipped my head back, raking my hands through my hair as the water warmed, soothing away the bite of the previous temperature. I closed my eyes as it cascaded down my face, letting my mind drift, shifting through all that I had discovered today combined with what we had yet to talk about.

I grabbed her shower cream, squirting some in my hand. The distinct scent of cherries wafted up to my nose and combined with the thoughts flickering through my head, it wasn't too much of a stretch to guess how my cock reacted, even after its recent release. I looked down at it, teetering back and forth as to whether I should take care of it or not.

My cock continued to thicken, rising higher until it was at half-mast, and I gave in. I let out a grunt as I wrapped a hand around the base my cock, my hips bucking forward in encouragement. I had to bite down on my lip to stop any noises from escaping as I slapped my hand against the wall for balance, pumping my cock quickly. I didn't tease myself or try to draw it out, I had just needed to release the mounting tension.

The veins along the length bulged as blood throbbed through my cock. There was something so dirty about masturbating when Isa was just down the hall waiting for me, and it made me even harder.

My fantasies of Isa had already evolved from my usual simple scenarios to much more complex, dirty ones. Things that I thought I would never do, or get the chance to do, popped in my mind. I imagined her gagged, her hair curled in two perfect pigtails as she bent over, her arms tied behind her back, leaving her completely at my mercy.

Her ass was red, an imprint of my hand standing out against her previously pale skin as I pounded into her slick, hot pussy.

"Fuck!" I groaned out, pressing my face into the arm pressed against the wall as my legs buckled. I panted, fisting my cock tighter as I swiped my thumb over the slit at the tip of my cock, the sensation causing a spark of pleasure to race down to my balls.

I bucked my hips up harder, my breathing shallow and coming out in fast pants. The pressure continued building higher and higher, making my balls tighten and my cock throb harder.

My eyes slammed shut, and my mouth fell open in a silent groan of satisfaction as the coil snapped and liquid heat filled my balls. I gave my cock three more pumps before cumming, thick ribbons of cum exploding from my twitching erection.

I spilled onto my hand and the tiles as I chanted profanities as quietly as possible. My body shuddered from the intensity of my orgasm, and I let my body slump against the shower wall, the water still pelting down on me, washing away the evidence.

I stood there for a moment trying to catch my breath. My body was calm and sated—at least for now—and felt a new confidence surge through me. I felt calmer and not so overwhelmed as I turned off the shower and stepped out, grabbing a towel. I rubbed it over my face and hair before letting it descend to my chest as I formed a battle plan in my mind.

I paused when I noticed that my clothes had been removed and a loose pair of grey sweatpants were neatly folded on the seat of the toilet. The realization that Isa had slipped in while I was masturbating caused my cheeks to flush before I pushed the embarrassment away. One side of my mouth twitched up in a lopsided smirk as I wondered what her reaction had been.

I hissed as the towel rubbed up against my cock, my flesh sensitive and raw from having been thoroughly abused. I didn't linger in the bathroom, throwing on the sweatpants and pushing my hair out of my face before exiting.

The sweatpants rested low on my lips, showing the "v" of my pelvis, the bottoms dragging on the floor around my bare feet. Since she had taken my t-shirt to be cleaned with the rest of my clothes, I was bare chested, making my tattoo visible. I had gotten it while I was abroad in Japan just after my parent's death as a clear reminder of them. They had both been a great admirer of Japanese art and culture, dragging us three boys on multiple occasions to Japan for family vacations.

I had chosen to have a large, koi fish, its head on the curve of my shoulder and its tail wrapping around my bicep. Waves framed it on either side along with red petals and small Japanese lilies. I had left it unfilled, deciding only to add color to the petals, while leaving the rest black. I took the towel with me, hanging it around my neck as I padded back into the living room where Isa was on her mac, lounging along the length of the couch, glasses perched on her nose.

She glanced up at me as I came closer, a shy smile on her pouty lips. Her eyes drifted over my exposed body, taking me in before she sunk her teeth into her bottom lip. I noticed that she bit her lip a lot when she was aroused or unsure, and I couldn't help but wonder if she was wet right now.

"I found some sites that look helpful," she told me, tearing her eyes from my body and back to the computer screen as I made my way around the couch.

She shifted, curling her legs underneath her to give me room and I sat beside her, pulling her body closer so we could both look at the screen.

She let out a long breath as she rested her head on my shoulder. "You're sure you want this?" she asked quietly, a hint of lingering uncertainty in her voice.

I nodded my head confidently, dipping my head down to kiss her lips softly. "I'm sure," I confirmed.

Her eyes implored mine for a moment before she relaxed fully. "You really do," she stated with a relieved sigh. "Let's do this then."

AN: Raise your hand if you're feeling a little hot and bothered. The A Pale Fire Facebook group is up if you wanna join. Leave me some love!

Q and A time!

Q: You said that Isa didn't want to be tied down, yet she wanted to be in a serious relationship. How does that work?
A: I obviously didn't clarify enough. Isa doesn't want to be tied down in the sense that marriage and kids are very low on her list of things she wants. Being in a monogamous, exclusive relationship is different.

Q: Is Isa playing at the Benefit?
A: Now, if I told you that, it would ruin the surprise.

Q: Why the name Isa?
A: I've gotten tired of the name Bella. In Who's Your Papi I called her Isabella or Bellezza. I like to change things up. She was actually going to be called Izzy, but I changed my mind last minute.

Don't be afraid to ask questions, I'm happy to answer just about anything.