The Twilight Series belongs to S. Meyer, no copyright infringement is intended. I'm just playing with the characters.

Chapter 6

Skin

Leah woke up the next morning uncomfortable and unsatisfied. Her memory-filled dreams which only further heightened her arousal. It seemed the unsatisfied desires her dreams had—was now in her waking hours.

The uncomfortable ache had her reaching her hand underneath the thin cotton shorts she was wearing. She had barely dragged a single finger against her swollen clit before guilt overwhelmed her. The fucking contract.

Five pages which outlined how Edward owned her body and many of its simplistic functions. She didn't touch herself in any possibly pleasurable way without his permission. She hadn't in three years. It never bothered her because he kept her more than satisfied. And, well, she had learned how pleasurable it could be when she denied her orgasm for hours.

This was a dilemma. Did she try to establish contact with him—get his permission to relieve the ache her dreams had caused? Or did she take care of it and suffer the guilt she knew she would feel? Which then presented the problem—she couldn't lie to him and if he asked she would be truthful.

So, what was it that she desired the most? Relief? Punishment? Or a combination of both?

As she debated her choices, options, alternatives—whatever you wanted to call them; she also weighed the pros and cons of each. A shudder racking her body as she realized it didn't matter what she selected the choice was the same.

Before she could re-think her decision, she grabbed her cellphone from the nightstand and dialed his number. Her stomach twisting and turning into knots as she waited for him to answer. Almost too late, she realized he was in London making it an eight hours difference between their two time zones.

Punishment was in her future—it was one am. There was no way he was still awake, not if he had meetings in the morning. She was quite familiar with the rigors of travelling for business. One barely got over their jet lag and non-stop rounds of meetings before you were hopping on a plane to the other side of the world.

Fuck she swore internally. The phone had rung too many times and she couldn't just hang up—he would know it was her.

His groggy voice answering, "Hmm, Leah, you must have a good reason for waking me up."

"I'm sorry," she whispered trying to convey contriteness for her actions. "I forgot the time zone change and once I did…I couldn't hang up. I don't…I need…I don't know…time or something…I'm not sure…"

He chuckled softly which unnerved her even more. "So, you don't want to discuss the punishments coming to you right now?"

She inhaled sharply but didn't respond to his words. It wasn't really a question though it was phrased as one. It was a statement, a fact. By ignoring it she could hope he would too.

"Silence, interesting. You normally don't have this much trouble expressing yourself. I wonder what's going on with you, lilla."

She whimpered at the sound of his name for her falling from his lips. Lilla, Swedish for "little one" and that was just one of many languages he had mastered.

"Nothing, sir," she muttered.

"Hmm, well if it's nothing then I guess I'll tell you goodnight."

"No…please…don't…I need..."

"I love sound of you begging. Tell me what you need, lilla. I'm feeling generous," he purred in her ear and she shivered.

She blushed even though he couldn't see her. The confession tumbling from her lips as she explained her discomfort, her need. How she had awoken this morning her thoughts and body focused on him.

"I see."

There was an infinite silence before he stated, "Just this once but I want to watch and hear as you come apart."

She nodded; completely forgetting he couldn't see her.

"What's your answer, lilla? You want to show me how you can make yourself come?"

"Yes," she hissed out.

She got out of bed and locked her door before grabbing her laptop from its case. Turning it on, she waited until she could connect to the internet and thus Skype so she would be able to video chat with him.

Once she was connected and could see him on the screen she requested one final thing, "I need to turn on some music; I don't know who's home right now."

He nodded once to her giving her permission. She followed his instructions as she placed her laptop so he could have a view of body from the bottom up, so to speak. Her shorts and tank top were quickly removed and tossed into an unknown corner of her room. Then she reclined her body on her bed, resting her head a few pillows so she could keep her eyes focused on him.

A single earbud was placed in her ear so she could hear any directions he gave her. She began slowly; softly touching her skin. Her fingers ghosted along her curves; her breasts, the dip of her navel, and her inner thighs. She purposely avoided the area where she needed the stimulation knowing if she dived in—he may very well tell her to stop.

She could feel the moisture oozing from her and wondered if her flesh appeared to be glistening. Her tongue darted out to lick her suddenly dry lips at that very thought. Finally, she heard the words she had been waiting for.

Her hand dipped into the soaked folds of her pussy. She spread her flesh, opening herself up further to allow her to stroke herself easier but also to his view. He said he wanted to watch and she would give him a show.

Her middle finger circled her nub, applying pressure while she teased the hidden bit of flesh, trying to get it to come out to play. As she worked herself closer and closer to climax, her body arched off the bed and her thighs quivered. She bit her lip trying to hold in her soft cries of pleasure.

"I want to hear," his husky voice commanded her and she let loose a low moan.

It was moments later when she shattered, his name falling from her lips as she arched upwards a single time and buried two curled fingers into her core. His final instructions once she recovered enough to respond were simple, "Clean yourself."

She brought her fingers to her mouth and laved the flesh clean. The tangy taste of her arousal was enough to nearly bring her to climax again. She was satiated for now.