Ori: I have been so excited about this chapter for a very long time! And it's finally here! The bondage room.

Jason: Me too. Let's just say that Edward does some very naughty things to Bella. Some VERY naughty things. *winks*

Ori: And guess what!

Jason: What?

Ori: It's Cinco de Mayo! Whoot!!! For some reason I really like this holiday. And I'm not even Spanish!

Jason: So in honor of Cinco de Mayo, the whole chapter will be in Spanish.

Ori: Uh, hopefully not. Then I couldn't even write it! I suck at the Spanish language. It's just so hard for me to learn. This chapter better not be in Spanish, Jay!

Jason: Just kidding, babe. It's not in any language but English. Although I can speak French! But sadly, I suck at it. Just like Ori sucks at Spanish. lol

Edward Cullen

This time, instead of leaving her alone, I led her back to her room. Her legs were wobbly, and I couldn't help but feel a sick sense of pride that I had affected her so much. It took all my strength to simply leave her in her bedroom. Even after what had happened in the pool room, I still wanted her.

I had decided to give her a day to recover from the near-brutal sex we had just experienced. After all, she still needed to heal. And there was still the problem of her underwear. I didn't want to make her uncomfortable, but I also didn't want her wearing any panties either. I remembered how she had looked in the sheer gown she'd wore to breakfast.

I could see her nipples and the shape of her breasts through it. But I didn't see the dark patch between her legs because she had waxed. Now, as I walked back to my room, I bit my lip hard. I fucking loved the fact that her pussy was bare to me. I fucking loved the fact that I had no impending hair to get in my way of eating her out.

Shit, I had a hard-on again.

My cock was insatiable. All it ever wanted was more, more, more. I remembered how fucking perfect she looked leaning over that table. And I had some very special plans for her when it was time for the bondage room.

I was suddenly thankful that my father had left me this house.

To pass the time, I went to my gym. It was on the first floor and very well-stocked. I took a twenty minute jog on the treadmill before working on my biceps and triceps. My mind wandered back to work. I still worked as an accountant, but I had taken this time for my vacation. My boss, James, allowed me to have two weeks off. I didn't need the money – I had my father's entire inheritance to support me – but I wanted something to pass the endless hours I had. Even though I hated those monotonous numbers it was better than idleness.

I left the gym and showered quickly. It was time to check Isabella's medical progress. When I opened her door, I found her asleep. That was good; she needed to rest.

I walked slowly to her bed and sat on the edge. She was curled up in the blankets, smiling softly. I hoped she was dreaming about me. Oh God, I wanted it so badly.

She's not dreaming about you, you son of a bitch, I thought to myself. You just fucked the shit out of her. She's probably dreaming about home and wishing she was there instead of here.

I sighed, continuing to look at the angel in the bed. Slowly reaching out, I cupped her cheek. Her smile widened for a moment before returning to normal. So far, in our "love-making", if it even qualified as that, I hadn't been gentle with her. In a way, I wished I were. But she seemed to like it, to like everything I'd done to her.

I felt her forehead for any kind of fever before checking her vital signs. I tried to be as quiet and soft as possible. The last thing I wanted was to wake this slumbering angel. It would be a sin to disturb her peace when I had so little of it myself. She seemed perfectly fine.

However, I still worried about the knot on the back of her head. I quickly looked through the small stash of antibiotics I had in the bedside table. Infection would be disastrous if it set in. I quickly filled a syringe with the antibiotic and glanced at her face.

I jumped slightly, startled. Her eyes were open and she was watching me. There was nothing in her eyes except for curiosity.

"This is an antibiotic shot," I explained, not wanting her to think I was giving her something that would hurt her. But there was no sign of distrust on her face. I cursed myself in my mind.

Fuck, she trusted me. She shouldn't trust me. Ever. No one should. Of course, I would never do anything to hurt my angel, but that didn't mean I didn't make mistakes. My past major mistake had nearly cost me my life. The heroin had seemed like a godsend at the time. It had given me the power of painless hours. Once I had slammed my fist into the wall, breaking every bone in it, but I hadn't felt a thing. Heroin was strong shit, and I was more dependent on it than I was for air. The rehab was one of the worst times of my life. Crazed without my drug and desperate for it, I had screamed and fought with the other patients. I was an animal. I still am an animal, just less noticeable. Even now, I felt a slight craving for the heroin. It was like a sharp pull in my gut, an intense longing that I was cursed with. I didn't think it would ever leave. I had ruined my life and I was still paying for it.

Bella's words moved through my mind. My parents are dead. I had been shocked. I hadn't expected my angel to have a dark past. She was all things good, all things pure. But her parents were dead and, judging by the nonchalant way she'd said it, it had been long ago. That was the first time I realized that she was strong. She had overcame whatever horror her parents had experienced and made a life for herself. I only wished that I could be as strong as her, as brave.

I but I was nothing more than chicken shit. I hadn't picked myself up and went on with my life. Instead, I had chosen to wallow in self-pity and drown myself in alcohol and that crucial drug.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked softly.

I jerked myself back to reality. Her eyebrows were drawn together in concern as she looked at my face. I quickly rearranged my face so that she didn't see all my sick, twisted thoughts.

"Nothing," I muttered. "I'm going to give you this shot, okay?"

She nodded and ground her teeth together. She hated needles, that was obvious to see. So I got the shot over with quickly, not wanting to cause her any more pain.

I quickly turned around, about to walk out her door, when she called to me.

"Please . . . please, don't leave." Her voice was soft as a whisper, but it spoke to me in such a way that I hesitated. Normally, I would have simply walked out, without stopping. She wasn't demanding. She was pleading.

I closed my eyes, stopped just before the door with my hand on the knob. I knew I had to keep the walls up between us. It was necessary to her health, both physical and emotional. But I was selfish and I wanted more time with her. Hell, I wanted centuries with her. But that wasn't going to happen. Eventually, she would leave, unable to put up with the horror that was Edward Cullen. It only made sense to make our time together as full as possible.

I turned around and went back to sit on her bed. Her eyes lit up; my heart soared. I had brought this beautiful creature joy. She sat up in the bed, the blanket falling to her lap, covering her legs. She was in that sheer gown once again, displaying her nipples to me through the fabric.

I took a deep breath and stared into her eyes, determined to look as calm and collected as ever. "Yes, Isabella?"

She blushed slightly, glancing down at her lap. "Maybe we could . . . talk?" She made it sound like a question. I wished she was more confident around me, more open, but my actions had pretty much ensured the opposite. Cullen, you fucking idiot, you're the reason that she's so introverted around you. You ass.

"What would you like to talk about?" I asked calmly, giving her no indication of my internal battle.

"Um . . . how about you?" She glanced hopefully up at me. "I would like to know about you. I don't even know your name."

I had told her to refer to me as nothing more than sir, but now I saw how stupid I had been. "My name is Edward Cullen," I replied. "And that depends on what you would like to know."

Isabella seemed elated that we were actually talking. Or maybe she was happy that I had actually told her my name. I was a complete stranger to her. Only now had she discovered my name.

"Edward Cullen," she murmured, trying my name out on her tongue.

My heart seized up. Half with fear and half with pure joy. My name sounded so beautiful coming from her lips. This woman sitting beside me, this angel, was more than I deserved. I was a demon and she was an angel – two things that were completely incompatible and from different worlds. I shouldn't love her. I shouldn't care about her. But I did. Damn it, I did.

"How about we start from the beginning?" she suggested logically. "What were your parents like?"

"My parents are dead." It didn't occur to me that I was repeating her words until after I said them.

"What were they like?" she asked again.

I took a deep breath. Did I really want to answer her? It would make every brick fall eventually, and my walls would be destroyed. "My mother was a housewife and my father was a doctor." That was all I would say.

"How did they die?" Her voice was gentle, trying to soften the question.

"Mother died of breast cancer and father was in a car wreck. Died upon impact."

"I'm sorry, Edward," she said, taking my hand that lay in my lap. Her touch was soft and warm, sending shivers through my body.

I quickly stood up and stuffed my hands into my pockets, walking to her door. I was a fucking coward. I was scared to tell her about myself, to tell her my fucked-up past. I wanted to keep her here for as long as possible. And if she knew about all the shit I had done, she would leave me.

Nothing's worse than a selfish coward.

I turned the knob on her door and walked into the hall, slamming it behind me. I flinched slightly. Great, now she was going to think I was pissed at her. But I couldn't go back in there. I couldn't break my composure again.

It was becoming hard to sustain the fortress I had built so long ago. Isabella was eventually going to find a chink in the stone, a fracture. It was only a matter of time.

xXx

I left a note for Isabella in the kitchen. I needed to go somewhere. After the tense – on my part – exchange in her room, I didn't want to meet up with her anymore. I left the next morning at five, unable to stay any longer.

I drove for what seemed like hours, trying to organize my jumbled thoughts. I wondered if she was worrying about me. I didn't eat much; I was too preoccupied with planning how today would work out.

Deciding that I had put it off for long enough, I drove back home, winding through the green, leafy foliage that was on either side of the road.

My house was big, of course. My father was nothing if not extravagant. I parked my car in the garage and went through the door that led into the kitchen. Glancing at my watch, I saw that it was 2:55 pm. I hated that I had left her trapped here, but I'd had to. My demons were driving me crazy and I needed a way to straighten out my twisted mind.

Then I headed to the bondage room.

Using my master key, I unlocked the door and quickly closed it behind me. I turned from the door so that I could see what was inside the room. The walls were a very normal beige color but that and the hard-backed chair were the only normal things in the room. Two chains hung from the ceiling with manacles at the ends, only dangling two or three feet from the ceiling. A series of riding crops, nipple clamps, and other things sat on the table in the corner, all neat and organized. I didn't have much time before she arrived so I ripped my shirt into long strips of fabric – I could simply buy another one – and laid them both on the table. Rope would be too rough on her delicate skin and I didn't want to use the chains just yet.

Then I heard the door open.

"Close your eyes," I commanded. She stopped moving and instantly shut her eyes. I hadn't turned towards the door since I was still arranging the fabric. I grabbed the thickest strip and turned towards her. I froze.

She had changed clothing. Now, instead of the dress, she wore a nightgown that only came to the tops of her thighs. It was so sheer that it was almost transparent. I saw her glorious breasts and her pussy lips. A low growl slipped from my lips. Why the fuck had she changed? Did she want me to attack her? I was so hard that it was painful. I decided against my earlier decision to make her take her clothes off, instead deciding for her to keep them on. At least for a little while.

I went towards her and quickly tied the scrap of fabric over her eyes, turning it into a blindfold. Her other senses would be heightened with her loss of vision. Her sense of touch and taste would be sharpened.

"Go to the chair. It's directly across the room."

She did as I said and hesitantly began to walk forwards. I watched her, gritting my teeth against the way the white nightgown slid over her body. When she got to the chair, she stumbled her way into it.

"Did I tell you to sit down?" My voice was stern and disapproving.

Immediately, she got up out of the chair and stood before it.

"Now lean on the arms of the chair with your hands." I watched as she bent over and put her hands on the chair's arms. Her nightgown moved so that her ass was exposed. Fuck, she was delicious. Then, before I had the time to throw her on the ground and fuck the shit out of her, I tied her hands to the arms of the chair.

I walked to her, trailing my index finger up her thigh to the crease of her ass. Her breath hitched and her legs trembled slightly.

"Feet apart."

She obeyed, spacing her feet about a foot apart.

"Wider. Good."

I absently ran my hand down her back and ass to the moist treasure between her legs. A small moan came from her mouth as I rubbed her clit gently.

"Do you enjoy simply being my toy, tied up, and for pleasure? Do you enjoy your ass bared to me?" I squeezed her ass cheeks and pressed my hips into her.

"Tell me, Isabella."

"Oh, hell yes," she moaned.

"And do you enjoy the way my cock fucks your pussy?" My hands went to the neck of her nightgown. I'd had enough of the cursed fabric. It was getting in the way now. Just as I began to rip it down the middle, she answered.

"Y-yes," she yelped, startled by the tearing cloth. It slithered to the ground, baring her to me. Her breasts hung down, making them look larger than normal. I walked around the chair simply drinking in the sight of her. I walked a full circle around her, stopping behind her. Quickly unbuckling my belt and undoing my pants, I let my cock spring out. It was throbbing with my need.

Tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow we would be naked together. But that could wait for now I had to feel her walls around my dick.

Placing my hands on her hips, I slowly slid into her. She cried out, her voice faltering once. When I was about halfway in her hot little pussy, I slammed into her, wanting to catch this little tease by surprise. She gasped and arched her back. I stood still for a long moment.

I was going to tease her, to torture her by bringing her to the edge and stopping just before she climaxed. She was my plaything and I wanted to show her just how much pleasure I could bring her.

Slowly sliding out of her, I left only the head of my cock inside. My hands slipped down the front of her body to pinch and rub her nub.

"Ohhhhhhh, God," she groaned.

Then I slammed into her again, still roughly playing with her clitoris. A low growl rumbled through my throat from the feel of her walls snug around my dick. I scraped my fingernails over her nub, and her walls clamped down on me.

"Fuck," I growled. I moved slowly out of her again, knowing this would make it harder for her to cum. I kept up my agonizing pace – slowly out and quickly in, before I switched, slowly in and quickly out. My balls slapped softly against her ass.

"Oh shit, I'm so close," she cried out.

Gritting my teeth, I pulled out of her. I had more plans than to simply fuck her from behind.

She groaned in frustration when I pulled out of her.

"Selfish, aren't you?" I began to undo her binds. "But don't worry, you'll be thoroughly fucked soon. Have no doubt about that."

I kept her blindfold on and led her to the wall. I placed her hands in the manacles that were attached to it, securing her ankles also. Isabella was now positioned so that her body made an X. Her lips were slightly parted, and her chest heaved magnificently.

She bit her lip and my cock twitched. I quickly reached out and lightly slapped her soaking, aching pussy. She gasped and arched, struggling against her restraints. Her moan was low and throaty with lust.

"You naughty, naughty girl," I purred into her ear. "You like me slapping your pussy?" I licked the shell of her ear before taking the lobe between my teeth. I lightly slapped her sex once more. She cried out, her legs shaking.

My hands gripped her breasts, squeezing. My lips closed over the delicious mounds, biting and sucking.

"Oh . . . Edward."

I froze. I leaned back and looked at the woman who was trapped before me. This lady, my angel, had moaned my name. Suddenly, I could no longer think coherently. All I could do was grab her hips and plunge my cock deep inside her. She screamed, fighting against the chains.

I couldn't be gentle. I suddenly turned savage, slamming into her harder and faster. Her screams of pleasure filled my ears, egging me on.

"Oh shit! Fuck, yes!" she screamed.

I thrust so deep inside of her that I could have been sure I hit her cervix. She was powerless to do anything but endure the ecstasy coursing through her. I felt her cum twice in a row, her pussy clenching around my dick like a vice. White-hot pleasure surged through my body. I continued fucking her until I was incapable of doing anything but clenching my eyes shut and gritting my teeth as I released my hot liquid into her.

"Oh God; oh God," escaped her mouth.

I groaned as I released into her. "Mmmm, fuck." I waited a few moments while we both came down from the high of phenomenal sex. Then I untied the blindfold from her eyes. I wanted her to look at me; I wanted to see those chocolate eyes.

She opened her eyes, those beautiful eyelashes fluttering. I watched as she focused those brown orbs on me. It hadn't been long enough for it to be possible, but I was already hard as steel again.

"It's not over yet," I growled.

Then I slammed into her sensitive pussy once more, my balls hitting her skin. I was rewarded with the scream of pleasure that erupted around me.

Jason: Remind me to get a bondage room soon. Well, fuck, now I'm all horny.

Ori: That seems to happen a lot during this story, doesn't it? lol. *laughs* And oooh, Edward's a very naughty boy. Hope everyone liked the bondage room!

Jason: Well, I sure did! *winks*