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Tonight's the night

"Wait!" Alice held her hand up as if she was stopping traffic and I blinked owlishly at her. She had a slight frown from concentration on the incredibly arduous task of getting me to cooperate when it came to beauty sessions. I looked over at Rose who was brushing through her hair at the mirror. She caught my pleading gaze and rolled her eyes which told me that she was on Alice's side.

I scowled at her and Alice came running back after a minute with a small makeup bag which she rummaged through, tossing aside a few mascaras and lipsticks until she produced a pink lip gloss. She went all "Lion King" on it as she held it in the air in triumph and then carefully applied it to my lips whilst smiling happily. I popped my lips after rubbing them together gently to smooth it out.

"Now you are perfect!" She exclaimed redoing the lid on the lip gloss. She clapped her hands rapidly before skipping off to find her shoes.

I stood up and stretched, my legs cramping a little as I stood up after having retained my sitting position for about half an hour. My knees and back clicked rather grotesquely – what? I'm only human! After one of the girls' torturous Barbie Bella sessions, one can't help but feel stiff!

As per Edward's orders, I continued to wear more conservative clothing so he didn't freak out on me like he did on Tuesday but the girls refused to let me cover up too much. I was literally stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Or at least you want to be Bella!

Urgh, my subconscious has been unbearable; making lots of snarky comments at me as I knew that tonight's the night! The thought send pleasurable shivers up my body. My mind drifted back to when I was in the class room and he mentioned his want to use a certain piece of equipment on me. I snapped out of the thought as I saw Rose give me a slightly puzzled look as she wondered why I was grinning like a maniac.

I wore skinny jeans, under Rose's command, which were practically spray painted on to my legs and a tight V-neck beige knit sweater. My hair was loose and had a gentle curl at the end so it sat comfortably below my shoulders. I wore a few bobby pins just to keep some fly-aways from the front of my head in place. My ensemble was finished by a pair of simple, flat ballet pumps and some conformist jewellery, just to add a touch of "pazaz" in Alice's words.

I had texted Edward this morning to ask him what I should bring tonight and so all my stuff was packed into a large, red rucksack, just a toothbrush and a few changes of clothes.

"Can we go now?" I asked impatiently as Rose and Alice discussed the pros and cons of different designers; like I cared in the slightest! I tapped my foot expectantly, waiting for their answer.

I got an amused glance from the pair of them and we set off down the stairs.

"So, tonight then, eh Bella?" Rose wiggled her eyebrows and jabbed me playfully in the side with her elbow.

We ended up having a miniature sex-101 in the car and I was re-told the stories of when the girls lost their virginities at prom last June. Rose had been used by an arrogant asshole who was more interested in getting into her panties than getting to know her and Alice's experience was also severely lacking! In her own words 'he was a great guy until it came down to it when he gave two pumps and a squirt!'

"Somehow I doubt Edward has a problem with stamina Al!" I reasoned, giving her a knowing look and a wink.

"True," Rose consented, "you need to give us all of the details when you get back. Literally, I want to know everything!"

"Sure Rose," I placated her.

"Seriously Bella, we want to know how many times he makes you cum," I blushed brilliantly as she said that and Rose gave me a 'get used to it' look. Alice was still wittering on about all the things I need to tell her and so I just tuned it out.

"Did you hear any of what I just said Bella?" Alice frowned.

I looked at her guiltily. "Maybe?"

"Bella!" She shouted, "This stuff is important!"

"OK Al! I will remember everything that happens and let you know on Monday morning; I'm staying with Edward for the three nights and he'll drop me off at Rose's before school."

"Three nights of hot sex!" Rose cheered and I smiled at her uncharacteristic, Alice-like enthusiasm.

"I can't wait," I told them shyly because I really couldn't!

XOX~Compelled~XOX

The day passed surprisingly quickly and I spent my lunch time talking through sexual noises with the girls. They both may have only have had sex a few times each since they lost their virginities but, in their own words, that doesn't mean they haven't had a little fun in between!

Apparently, I don't want to sound like a porn star so being overly loud was a no-no. On the other hand, I have to express my like for whatever he is doing so that it boosts his male, caveman ego. Moans were acceptable as long as they weren't too loud, grunts were encouraged and swearing and saying his name were key! Panting was also quite good, and making some comment about how big he is would be really good for his self-esteem!

Mind you, I don't know if he needs any more compliments about his sexpertise; if he gets any more big-headed he won't be able to fit through the door!

I was enjoying our conversation and the tips were definitely useful but I drew the line when I was asked to demonstrate my 'pleasure noises' so they could assess how well I took in the information.

The bell rang for the last lesson of the day and so we all made our way to the English rooms.

"Miss Hale, can you write the date on the board please?" Edward asked as he bustled into the English room ten minutes late and looking very flustered as he carried a stack of books which were wobbling precariously in his grasp as they towered above his head. He looked adorable!

He caught his foot on the leg of a desk and nearly toppled over completely but, before he face planted the floor, he managed to recover himself whilst the books still balanced on his hands and chest. I swear, this man should be a waiter or belong to the circus! Shooting a glare at the offending leg of the desk, he blushed and continued his path to the desks in the center of the room.

The girls shot me an "aww" expression and I smiled like a ten year old whose crush just asked her out.

"Sure, Mr Cullen," she said as she got up and wrote the date in her own personal calligraphy. Friday 23 September. I had been waiting for this day for what feels like a millennium!

Edward managed to place the textbooks on his desk without dropping them and ordered Tyler Crowley to hand them out.

As Rose sat down next to me, she whispered in my ear how hot Edward looked today and I had to agree. He was wearing my favorite of his shirts, the navy blue one with black pinstripes, and his black slacks which hung enticingly low on his hips. His hair was as messy as usual and he was wearing his black rimmed reading glasses to top it off!

So fucking hot!

"Thank you Miss Hale," he said as he indicated a long finger towards the board, and didn't I know just how long those fingers were! "Can you all read pages thirty to thirty six please?"

He sat down at his desk and ran a hand through his hair before picking up his own book and reading it through.

After the whole class had finished reading, he launched into a detailed lecture about the interaction between minor characters in the play. I looked around to see that everyone was scribbling away frantically and so I also took as many notes as possible.

He finished talking fifteen minutes before the lesson and let us use that time recreationally as we had had a very intense lesson. The classroom was bubbling with noise of conversations that weren't even remotely related to school. It was hard to hear myself think but I loved not having to be a slave to Romeo and Juliet analysis anymore.

"So why do you think he was late?" Alice turned to face me.

"Ehm… I don't know." I racked my brain but could not come up with a solution.

"Didn't you say he had soccer on Fridays at lunchtime?" Rose asked.

"Oh yeah!" Damn it! I missed him goal keeping this week!

"Shit! If I had remembered, we could have all gone to look for my gym shirt this lunch time," Alice sighed sadly whilst shaking her head slowly.

"Mind you, our lunch time was put to good use," Rose smirked.

"Miss Swan, can I talk to you for a minute?" Edward asked from where he sat in front of us, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His eyes darted around the room for a fraction of a second just to make sure no one thought anything was going on.

"Sure," I shrugged as I got up and walked around so I was standing next to where he sat.

"Where and when should I pick you up?"

I thought about that and realized that I didn't need to bring my rucksack to school with me as I couldn't just hop blithely into his car in the middle of the parking lot. That would definitely cause rumors to spread like wild fire!

"I think we are all going back to Rose's house so you can pick me up from there," I said slowly, planning it as I spoke. "Rose's parents have a charity ball tonight that starts at eight o'clock in Portland so they have probably left Forks already. Then they are going to go on and visit relatives in San Francisco and will come back on Wednesday which means that Rose and Alice will have the house to themselves this weekend."

"Rose's parents seem to be out quite a lot," Edward commented, a small 'V' forming between his eyebrows.

I sighed, "Yeah, Rose has the house to herself practically every weekend!"

"Hmm," he mumbled, he looked away in thought and scratched his chin wistfully.

"Well anyway, you can pick me up at four?"

"Yeah, that sounds good." He grinned at me salaciously and winked and then immediately checked to see if anyone had saw. I continued after I saw him breathe a slight sigh of relief.

"Do you remember where Rose lives?" My voice was a breathy whisper, a reaction to the carnal longing in his eyes. Oh yes, tonight is going to be fabulous!

XOX~Compelled~XOX

"You got everything, B?" Alice asked again.

"Yes," I sighed in exasperation.

"I'm so excited!" Rose jumped up and down whilst clapping her hands.

"You're excited?" I looked at her with an amused expression. I had passed excited a long time ago! There was a part of me wondering if it will hurt a lot but the other part of me was rejoicing.

We were broken out of our mini mother's meeting type communion in Rose's lavish hallway by the sound of the doorbell ringing.

"Good luck Bella!" They both said, giving me thumbs-up and smiling with reassurance. Alice enveloped me in a heartfelt embrace before gently pushing me towards the door.

I gave them a half smile as I went to greet Edward. He stood there with his thumbs hooked into the pockets of his jeans and his dark green sweater was rolled up to his elbows, exposing his toned forearms.

"Hi," I breathed, overwhelmed by his beauty.

"Hello," he smirked after appraising me up and down. I hadn't got changed like he had after school so I was still in my jeans and jumper combination. "Are you ready?"

I nodded. Oh yes – I've been ready for ages.

I was sorely tempted to strip right here and demand he takes me now but I don't think the girls would appreciate that visual too much!

"Bye Bella!" Alice and Rose said at the same time. I swear I saw Alice welling up with emotion…

"Don't do anything I wouldn't," Rose grins at me.

"That doesn't cut it down much!" I laughed and she shoved me teasingly before engulfing me into a rare hug.

"Have fun," Alice whispered into my ear as I hugged her goodbye again.

I closed the door behind me as I left and Edward wrapped an arm around my waist as we walked to his car. I noticed with a shock that he wasn't driving his silver Volvo. In its place, quite frankly was a monster car. It was sleek, black, intimidating and just so very Edward.

"Aston Martin Vanquish," he informed me after taking in my wide eyed stare. I checked my lips surreptitiously for drool. Edward behind the wheel of this just makes me even hotter for him! I clamped my thighs firmly together to stop any of the sexy stuff from pooling in my panties.

He opened the passenger door when we finally reached the car and bowed exaggeratedly. "Milady," he said in a mock haughty voice wafting his hand dramatically in circles before holding it out for me to use to lower myself into the seat.

"Thank you kind sir." I nodded my head at him as I shuffled as elegantly as I could into my space.

"So you like your cars?" I asked him once he got into the driver seat.

He gave me a boyish smile. "I love them!"

"What do you need two cars for anyway?" I asked him. My vehicle paled in comparison to his automobile collection!

"Different occasions," he said smiling and looked at me out of the corner of his eye as if deciding whether to tell me something. "And I have three cars not two," he finally admitted as he started the ignition, the car purring slightly as he accelerated out of the drive. I braced my arm against the dashboard and spread my feet out to steady myself using the interior to maintain a steady position. I had forgotten how manically he drove!

"Three! What model is your third car?" I gasped in disbelief.

He looked a bit sheepish. "An Audi R8…"

Holy shit! An Audi R8! That car probably cost more than Charlie's house! "Well, talk about being in a consumer market!" I squeaked causing him to laugh.

"I like to drive fast!" He said as if that explained it all.

"I noticed!"

He turned to face me and rolled his eyes melodramatically.

"Keep your eyes on the road!" I screeched and he just smirked at my terror and put his put on the accelerator even more sending us shooting over the speed limit.

"If you think we are going fast, Angel, just wait 'til you take a ride on my Ducati!"

"You ride a motorbike?" I asked and he nodded with a wink. Why did that confirmation make my panties so wet?

We talked for the rest of the journey and the time seemed to fly by as the night drew over us like a dark blanket. Soon, the twinkling lights of Seattle greeted us and we sped through the streets, heading towards Edward's penthouse.

He pointed out the club as we drove past and I saw that there must be some kind of function on tonight as there was a whole queue of scantily dressed women lining up outside.

"Amateur Dom night," Edward told me as he noticed where my attentions lay.

"And you weren't going to go?" I asked, feeling bed if I was keeping him from attending.

He looked fairly wounded. "Do I look like an amateur to you?"

"Um, no, sorry," I stuttered.

He pulled smoothly into the underground parking garage of his building and into one of his ten parking spaces in between a large black SUV and his black Audi R8.

He got out the car without saying anything so I frowned and opened my door, slinging my backpack over my shoulder when I stood up.

Edward looked affronted as I stood by his side and a small "V" appeared between his brows. "Bella, I am a gentleman. That might surprise you as I want to do lots of un-gentlemanly things to you and I have the written evidence," he smirked, "but just remember to wait in the car, I will open your door for you."

I blushed and looked down. Might as well start with my submissive routine now. "Sorry, sir."

He lifted my chin with his index finger and gave me his rare shy smile. "For tonight, I'm just Edward, the guy you are losing your virginity to. Tonight is going to be completely vanilla. I don't want you to ever regret your first time!"

I smiled at his thoughtfulness and took his proposed arm as he led me towards the elevator.

"But nor do I ever want you to forget your first time" he said, winking at me and nudging me lightly in the ribs with his arm. I smiled back at him and slid my hand down his arm to hold his hand.

"You know, I've always wanted to have sex in my elevator," he mused as my heart thumped audibly in my chest. Holy cow that's hot!

"Soon," he added with a smirk as he looked at my panting state.

The ding of the elevator signaled its arrival and we got in with me never lessening my hold on his arm. As soon as the doors closed, a feeling like a thousand electric bolts flooded my system and I felt an overwhelming urge to touch his face, his perfect sculpted lips…

I looked up at him and he was eying me with identical hunger.

"What-" I began but I was interrupted as his lips smashed into mine with a groan, his warm lips as smooth as silk and moving with mine in a delicious dance that made the coil deep in my stomach pull tighter. I snatched a quick breath as the side of his lips momentarily left mine before he came crashing back into me.

His tongue swiped along my lower lip and I immediately granted him access to my mouth. He did something amazing where he seemed to wrap his tongue around mine and tug causing a pleasurable tingle to run down my spine. One of his hands snaked up my back and wrapped itself into my hair, securing my face to his whilst the other one made its way downward to the small of my back where he bowed my body into his. His sheer masculine force pushed me into the wall and it felt perfect. His mouth didn't leave mine until we both had to breathe but we soon clamped our lips together in a passion-filled kiss. I didn't have as many qualms as he seemed to about what was polite and gentlemanly as he said, so one of my hands clutched at the shoulder of his jumper and the other had made its way so that it was rested on his nice, firm ass. I have no clue when I became so brazen!

The ding of the elevator broke us away from our passionate embrace and a middle-aged man with a thin moustache stepped in. He was clutching a brown briefcase in his left hand that swung by his legs. I looked at the panel on the wall and saw that we were only on the twentieth floor, just over half way.

The man looked us up and down, noticing Edward's arm locked possessively around my waist before scanning up my body and settling on my breasts. It felt like my flesh was crawling with bugs. His gaze unnerved me and Edward could tell, clearing his throat loudly and glaring at him when they locked gazes. He straightened up and pulled his shoulders back. I wasn't wearing anything revealing but the thought of what must have been running through that man's head disgusted me. I shuddered and tucked my head nearer Edward's armpit so I could feel safe.

We ground to a halt at the thirty-second floor and the man got out after giving me one last longing glance. I snuggled further into Edward's embrace in an attempt to shield myself from his ogling and Edward rubbed my arm gently in a comforting gesture. Edward's scent made me feel quite dozy as it was so relaxing and soothing but I knew I wouldn't be getting much sleep tonight.

When we started moving again, he reached over to the buttons and quickly typed in a code for the penthouse,the keypad making light beeping noises as he keyed it in. That's funny; I didn't have to do that last time!

The elevator slowed and the doors slid smoothly open to reveal a large lobby like area with an ornate looking arch that lead through to the grand living room. I realized that that must have been a private elevator solely for the residents of the building and that is why Edward typed in the code for the penthouse.

He led me over to the same couch that we lounged on together when we watched 'Forrest Gump' together and made out for the first time. He smirked at me as if he could read my mind.

"Do you want something to eat or drink?" He asked once I sat down.

"Ehm, maybe it's safer if I am in control of the kitchen?" I said timidly, hoping he wouldn't take offence.

He blushed and looked down and the floor, nervously shuffling his feet. "Yeah, I don't really cook."

'I noticed,' I thought dryly.

"So do you just get take-out every night? That isn't very healthy," I said, wagging my finger jokingly at him causing him to chuckle slightly.

"Well, sometimes. I have a housekeeper who cleans and cooks for me during the week when I am in Seattle and, at my place in Forks I go out to eat or call for a Chinese or pizza every day."

"What about weekends?" I noticed that he said that his housekeeper only cooked for him during the week when he is in Seattle, he didn't mention the rest of the time.

He planted himself onto the couch in the same seat that he sat on when we made out.

"Most of the time my, er, mom cooks my meals and I freeze them and just heat them up when required," he admitted, the tips of his ears turning red. He 'walked' his fingers across the leather arm rest of the couch, his other hand scratching the back of his head. He looked away from me with embarrassment.

"So you can work the microwave?" I teased him, cooing at him with my forefinger.

He scowled at me and pouted, "I'm not a complete retard!"

"I never said you were." I held my hands up in mock innocence as I got up and headed towards the kitchen. "Did your mom cook for your submissives too?" I questioned.

"Ehm, no. The submissive would live with me in my apartment and they would cook at the weekends and Ruth, my housekeeper would cook during the week still."

"And when you ended with a submissive, you would ask your mom to cook for you again?"

"Basically, yes," he states, finishing his finger doodles on the countertop by gently laying his hands one over the other.

"I'll have to teach you a few basics. Didn't your mom guess that you had a girlfriend staying with you and that's why you only required her... services every once in a while?" I queried.

"Submissive, not girlfriend," he began, frowning at me with his adorable little V-shape between his brows, "and my family is blissfully unaware of my lifestyle and I intend to keep it that way for a very long time. I think my parents think I am still a virgin." He chuckled and shook his head with the thought, "My brothers aren't so naïve but I doubt they know just how much more experience than them I actually have!"

"So you've never had an actual girlfriend?" I couldn't imagine him as a teenager not having thousands of girls fawning over him.

A dark look crossed his face. "Never."

"You say you became a submissive when you were seventeen. How did you keep that from your parents? I mean, something must have bought you into the lifestyle. You were very cagey when I first asked you about it that time at the club. It's bad isn't it?" I hesitated at bringing the topic up. Not only for his sake but my own. That night at the club will always haunt me but I was feeling nosy and so I asked. Besides, I want to be able to be open with him without him thinking I'll tell the whole world his story.

"It… it's hard for me to talk about."

"Will you tell me?" I hadn't realized that my voice had dropped to a whisper, instinctively knowing that I was going to be allowed an insight into the teenaged Edward.

"You're very inquisitive tonight, Angel," he commented but then sighed and answered my question. "I have always been a very private person and as a teenager, I always went out a lot and didn't return for days at a time. I wasn't a particularly wild child but I liked my own space. I first had sex when I was fourteen-"

"Fourteen?!" I interrupted.

"Yes. Anyway, so I had sex then and I was something of a man-whore I suppose you could say. That I managed to hide from my family but the alcohol was another matter I guess…"

"Did you ever do drugs?" We were sitting at the breakfast bar now and I leant towards him, intrigued by the little of his past that he is revealing. I rested my chin on my clasped fingers and looked directly into his emerald green eyes.

"I am vehemently anti-drug, Isabella," he snapped as his features hardened.

Oh shit! I've hit a nerve!

I quickly backtracked, not wanting to miss an opportunity when he was being so open with me. "So your parents found out that you were drinking," I prompted. I had a concerned expression across my face and I started to twiddle my fingers.

He sighed. "My father sat me down and tried to talk me out of it but I was stubborn I guess, I refused to give up and I told them so." He ran an agitated hand through his mop of hair. "My mom decided that I should talk to someone, they thought that my rebellious attitude had something to do with my early childhood." He carried on quickly before I could question him about that. "So they took me to see a shrink. Her name was Karla." He smiled as he said her name and I instantly felt jealous. "I had several sessions with her and she treated me like an adult. It was… liberating; no one had treated me like that before."

I tried to picture it; wild, out of control Edward but I just couldn't. Perhaps because he always seems so in control… so on top if everything...

Quite literally!

He continued talking and I sat there mute, taking it all in. "I stopped drinking. I didn't want to hurt my parents and I realized that was all I was doing. I worship the ground they walk on. If they hadn't adopted me…" he trailed off with yet another ambiguous comment. He fluttered his hand to the side of his face as if to waft away his last comment. "Well anyway, I stopped. My family is very powerful I guess you could say. Rich, high up in the social communities and so they held parties and gatherings, lavish ones. I was walking amongst the guests and I accidently knocked into someone and she spilled her champagne on her dress. My mom saw and came over, apologizing to the woman but acknowledging that it wasn't my fault too, well, I guess it was my fault but she understood that it was an accident. My mom told me to carry on my way but the woman wouldn't let me go. She told Esme, my mom, that she didn't expect her to give her money for the accident but instead, wondered if she was going to punish me as her dress was tailor made and cost thousands."

"Punish you?" I asked.

"Beat me," he whispered and I gasped.

I wondered how all this fit in with my initial question.

"Well anyway, Esme told her where to stick it and demanded that she get out of our house. Before she left, she said something about my mom, my birth-mom and I snapped. I would never hit a woman and it turns out I didn't need to, my mom wouldn't let a comment like that pass!"

He took in a long breath and held it for a few seconds before exhaling loudly. "It bought back memories." His voice was so quiet and I strained to hear. "I went to my room and turned to the only thing I could think of for comfort: alcohol."

"Oh dear," I breathed. I slumped my face between my palms and I probably looked like something that resembled an upside down pug but I was too engaged in his story to care.

"So I got thoroughly pissed and after the party, my parents came to talk to me, probably thinking I was hiding myself from the real world by burying my head in a book like I would when I was younger, or even playing my guitar but instead they found me completely inebriated." He closed his eyes tightly and rubbed his forehead and let out a long exhale of breath and I watched as his lips vibrated lightly.

"They were furious and in the heat of the moment I said some not very nice things to the lot of them, even my brothers as they had come downstairs after hearing all the shouting! I upped and left… I just ran. I had no idea where I was going and I had no money. I was so angry with the lot of them that I considered never going back!"

I gasped and he looked at me shyly. "I was just very angry. I adore my family, Bella, and I could never leave them!" He reassured me.

"So where did you go?" I asked once I had composed my thoughts.

"I walked all through the city, I had left my car at the house, and somehow I found myself in front of Karla's door. I knocked and she let me in. I told her all about it, and of course she knew all about my past so she could completely sympathize with me. She offered me food and a place to stay for the night. I was heading to the guestroom when I walked past a door that she hadn't taken me to when she gave me a mini-tour of her home. I was curious and, you know they say that curiosity killed the cat, well in this case, I was the cat." He was smirking slightly now and I was relieved that the heavier topic seemed behind us.

"What was in there?" I asked.

"It was a playroom. I went in and I didn't realize that she had come in behind me. She told me that I had been a very bad boy and that I needed to be punished." He looked out of the window at the Seattle skyline, lost in memories. "I will spare you the gory details but effectively, she punished me and I liked it… more than liked it, I craved it."

"It wasn't very professional of her. I mean, you were only seventeen! How old was she?"

"Thirty-six."

"And you let her touch you!" I slapped my open hands on the countertop in shock.

"Isabella. Are you forgetting the fact that I am your teacher and what we are doing isn't exactly legal?" He imitated my actions by also putting his hands on the countertop.

I huffed. This was different. I knew what I was getting myself into, my emotions weren't all over the place and I am eighteen, legally an adult in the eyes of the law! He was only a kid for Christ sake and I told him that!

"Well, it appears that our views differ then." He shook his head slowly.

"So she was the one who introduced you to the lifestyle?" I was angry that he didn't seem to realize what that woman had done to him!

"Yes. She steered me away from the path to destruction that I was on and encouraged me to pursue my passion of English at university. I knew that I was supposed to become a CEO at Cullen Enterprises straight away but I just wanted to be myself a while before becoming the big-man at a top company." He smiled and rolled his eyes to show me that he was ready to take over the company with his brothers now and that he was being a little childish when he decided to become a teacher for a year instead. I am selfishly glad however that he made that call.

He continued to talk and stretched out his hand to grasp mine, running his thumb along the top of my hand. "I was her submissive for about a year before I realized that it was the dominant position that was my calling. I have always hated feeling out of control… like I can't handle a situation… never again do I want to be in a position where I lose something because I don't have the right authority." He whispered the last part and I could see his mind taking him back into his memories, clearly to those places that he couldn't share with me. Once again, I found myself imagining every possible situation that could have affected him so!

"And so you became a dominant."

"I did. I have had four submissives, five including yourself." He gestured towards me with his hand that had four fingers out as if to count. He extended his thumb to symbolize me. "My first sub was called Grace, I met her at a gathering in Hanover and she was with me for my first year. In the next year I had two submissives-"

"At the same time?" I gasped.

"Of course not. Just during that year!" He sounded vaguely affronted.

"Well so I had Jasmine and Katy that year and then for the last two years, I had Tanya. She was who you saw at the club last week."

"The one who couldn't keep her hands to herself," I muttered but his smirk told me that he heard and was amused by the jealousy in my tone.

"She knows what she wants," he told me.

"Yeah, she wants you," I replied bitterly, my eyes narrowing as I look to the side in annoyance.

"But she can't have me," he said tenderly, caressing my cheek lightly and leaning in to place a soft kiss on my lips. "I'm yours."

"And I'm yours too," I whispered. I leant my face into his hand which he had opened after stroking my cheek with his thumb.

He smirked at me impishly. "I know, and I have the writing to prove it!" I laughed at his audacity.

Instantaneously, we were back to a safer, lighter topic.

"What do you want to eat?" I asked him, still grinning like a maniac. I clapped my hands and spun on my seat so I faced the smart array of cupboards.

"Surprise me." He lent across and pecked me on the cheek.

I got up and rummaged through his cupboard and fridge, both of which were poorly stocked. Even his freezer had little in it which must mean that he didn't tell his mom he was coming up to Seattle.

"Hmm," I mused. I opened one of the cupboards again and spotted some Ragu tomato sauce. Pasta it is then.

After grabbing the necessary pots and pans I dished the bag of pasta out of the cupboard and reached up into an overhead cabinet for that jar of Ragu which was just a little bit out of my reach. I sprung on my very tip-toes but still couldn't quite reach.

I turned to Edward who was watching me intently. "A little help?" I gestured to the jar that I wanted and pouted like a disgruntled child.

He stealthily sauntered around the breakfast bar and headed towards me but instead of getting the sauce for me like I thought he would, he placed his hands on my hips and lifted me up so I could reach it myself.

I yelped as my feet left the ground and I felt his low chuckle vibrating against my back.

Smug jerk!

I wiggled my feet playfully and grabbed the jar, being careful not to bring down the entire cupboard's worth of various pots of spices and pickled onions. I let out a small giggle as he lowered me back down to the floor.

After he put me down, he went to sit back down again and watch me work. I felt very at ease doing something mundane like cooking and I began to relax more in his presence. It wasn't that I was scared of him, but more he intimidated me just slightly, what with his rich family and his older-than-me status. It wasn't a negative intimidation, I liked it. I just didn't want him thinking I was worthless or insignificant.

It took me twenty minutes for me to finish preparing our meal and soon we were sitting down together in a comfortable silence as we ate and sipped the champagne that Edward had opened with a stern 'one glass only!'

"Don't worry about cleaning up. I have better things we could be doing with our time," he said once I was full up and I moaned under my breath at the promise behind his words. He wiggled his eyebrows at me as he wiped his lips with the back of his hand.

"So, how do we do this?" I trailed off uncomfortably, avoiding his gaze. The inside of my bottom lip retreated behind my top row of teeth and I nibbled gawkily.

Great, awkward Bella has made her first appearance of the night!

He chuckled and brought my hand up to his lips, placing a light kiss on my knuckles.

"Come with me," he muttered.

Hopefully we'll hear those words later as well, eh Bella?

My heart jumped into my throat… this is it!

He led me to his bedroom but instead of going to the bed, he pulled me towards his piano.

"Would you like me to play you something?" He asked, looking very unsure of himself and much more youthful.

"Of course," I murmured, smiling gently at him.

He sat down on the low piano bench and patted the space next to him. I sat down next to him and he gave me a small smile before launching to a complicated and lavish melody.

My eyes widened in admiration and I'm sure my mouth was hanging open. He was better than good! He was brilliant, fantastic, phenomenal…

He turned to look at my face, his eyes twinkling with mirth at my expression yet his hands did not falter, not once did they break away from the beautiful melody. He played a bridge and then the tune morphed into something else, something slower and sweeter and full of emotion that made me feel the need to cry.

I was surprised that I didn't realize sooner. "You wrote this yourself, didn't you?"

He nodded his head and told me quietly: "I wrote it when I was fifteen."

"Who for?"

He hesitated. "Someone I can barely remember."

When he had finished the piece, he spun around so that he was straddling the bench and facing me. He reached up to capture a tear that was sliding over my cheek.

"Why are you crying?" He sounded worried.

"You are such a good pianist. That was amazing!"

He seemed embarrassed by my compliment and looked down at his hands, shrugging one of his shoulders.

I hadn't realized how close we had gotten, and when he looked up, our faces were within inches of each other's.

"Bella, are you sure you want to do this?"

I gulped and nodded. "I have never been surer of anything in my entire life." Seeing this lonely and softer side of him just made me even more besotted by him.

He smiled slightly before tilting his head and leaning in so that his lips molded with mine. I lifted my hand cautiously and ran my fingers through the hair on the back of his head. It was unbelievably silky soft.

Is there anything not perfect about this guy?

I thought but then I remembered what he told me earlier. His past is far from perfect.

He stood up abruptly, pulling his lips from mine as he sat on the bench again facing the bed but pulling me down so that I was sitting astride his lap, my thighs draping over his.

"You." Kiss. "Are." Kiss. "So." Kiss. "Beautiful!" Kiss

I made a sort of choking sound as he started to nibble on my neck and whimpered when his tongue traced the edge of my ear lobe. Who knew that I would feel that all the way down there?

"I want to fuck you so hard, my Angel. But this is your first time. I promise we'll go slow." He stood up and I wrapped my legs around his waist to keep from sliding off him. He groaned as my jean covered core came into contact with his equally covered hardness that was easy to feel just because of its sheer size!

I ground lightly against him, acting on instinct but then froze in his arms once I realized what I had been doing.

He noticed the unnatural stillness of my body and pulled back so he could look into my eyes.

"You're over –thinking things. Stop. Just feel it… feel me."

I couldn't argue with that and so nodded shyly, leaning in to place a small kiss on his cheek.

He lay me down on the bed and followed me so that he was laying on top of me, his hard, muscular body pressing me lightly into the mattress. His hands stroked my hair back from my face and I could see the question in his eyes.

Yes, I nodded. I am ready.

He smiled gently and my reached for the hem of my jumper, lifting it slightly so that my flat stomach was revealed. I lifted my top half off the bed so that he could maneuver the jumper over my head. Once it was off, he discarded it carelessly on the floor and started to lay small kisses over the tops of my breasts which were pushed upwards by my bra.

"These are mine," he muttered so quietly against my breasts and I groaned and thrust my chest up pointedly, wanting him to lower his attentions.

He chuckled lightly against my cleavage. "Patience, Angel!" He cooed as he reached behind my back to unclip my bra and slid the straps down my arm, throwing my bra on the floor with my jumper.

He pulled back slightly so he could take in my lust-addled features and my heaving, flushed chest.

"So fucking gorgeous," he growled as he began peppering wet kisses along my neck and over my collarbone before running his tongue down over my breast so that he could suckle lightly on the nipple of my left breast. His hand came up so that he could massage my other neglected breast and he ran his teeth lightly against my nipple.

I started to chant his name lightly, all my embarrassment forgotten. How could I feel embarrassed when he was making me feel like a goddess… like an Angel?

He switched his attention between the both of my breasts and I ran my hands through his hair, locking him to my chest, never wanting him to leave!

I felt a sharp tugging on my jeans and realized that he had undone them with his free hand whilst I was preoccupied with the sensations he was creating within me.

I lifted my hips and he slid them off my legs, rocking back on his heels so that he was crouching between my legs. He whipped his jumper over his head and snapped off his belt whilst he was there before standing up on the bed and pulling his jeans off so he was just in his boxers and I was just in my panties.

He crawled over me again and molded his soft lips with mine, coaxing my tongue with his own. He ran one of his hands down my spine and cupped my ass and began languidly pressing his erection into my soft, pliable flesh.

Oh God! Why does he need the control of a dominant relationship when he is so good at making love?

His hand flexes on my backside and he begins to knead my flesh causing me to whimper into his mouth. The sensations are running strongly through me and everything feels much more sensitive than normal.

"God, Bella. What are you doing to me? I want you so much! I want eat you, own you, possess you. I want to suck you dry… fuck you so hard that you can't walk straight for days!"

I let out a pathetic whimper at his words and a flood of moisture headed south, eager for his touch. Oh God, please touch me there!

As if listening to my thoughts, he trailed his hand down to finger the band of my panties. When I said nothing, he slipped his fingers beneath them and over my newly waxed skin.

His fingers dipped lower to touch my swollen clit, causing me to buck right off the bed. Holy Shit, that's sensitive! I suddenly thought of his demand that I was to pleasure myself every night and I wondered if this was why, to make me so respondent to his touch.

He rubbed tight circles on my clit and I felt that oh so familiar pressure building at an alarmingly fast rate. Another of his fingers slid down my slit to circle around my entrance. He quickly thrust that finger in and I cried out in surprise.

"Hush, Angel," he whispered.

I began writhing beneath him as he began pumping his finger into me at a torturously slow rhythm before adding a second finger and then a third, stretching me… filling me. He repositioned his hand so that his fingers could move faster and his palm was continuously stimulating my clitoris.

I felt myself building, and building. I just needed that something more. He twisted his fingers again and ran his thumbnail over my throbbing nub.

"Come on baby, squirt all over my fingers," he breathed into my ear.

Erotic as fuck. I'm done for.

I let go, my entire body convulsing as shockwaves of my orgasm racked through my body. Gone was the sweet Edward who revealed his secrets and played the piano for me, in his place was smoldering Edward, my Master and sexpert extraordinaire!

"Now I do like these panties, my sweet girl, but right now they are in my way." And with that, he ripped them off my body like they do in those cheesy porn films except this was anything but cheesy!

"Please!" I cried out, I don't know what for! Divine intervention maybe?

He pulled on one of my arms and my body was so spent from my orgasm, I fell into him like a rag doll. We were standing by the side of the bed and his arms were around my waist, supporting my weight so that I didn't face-plant the floor.

"Spread your legs!" He ordered and I shuffled my feet so that they were shoulder width apart.

"Can you stand on your own?" He demanded.

"I think so," I breathed.

"Good, hold on to my shoulders if you can't. I don't want you to fall over!"

What was he going to do? The anticipation was making me crazy!

He smirked as he ran one hand around the curve of my ass so that he was cupping the back of it. He then lifted my leg so that it was over his shoulder and locked it there with his hand.

Oh fuck! Now I understand what he is about to do!

My dripping pussy was about an inch from his face and he took a long inhale through his nose. I steadied myself with my hand on his shoulder that my leg wasn't on so that I wouldn't fall. I don't know how long I will be able to retain this position though!

I looked down through the lustful slits my eyes had become and licked my lips. If that wasn't a confirmative for him to dive right in, I don't know what is!

"You're so wet, Angel. And you smell so fucking good!" He nuzzled his nose into my folds and took another deep breath.

He used two of his fingers to separate my folds and he leant forwards completely and licked a long line from my entrance to my clit.

"Shit!" I yelled out. I was still so sensitive from my last orgasm and his tongue was just re-igniting the fire!

He lapped up and down my slit a few times before hardening his tongue and thrusting it lightly into my entrance. He left my hole in favor of pulling my clit between his lips and tugging it slightly.

"Edward!" I gasped as my legs began to quake with impending orgasm. I threw my head back and groaned, clutching his shoulders with strength I didn't know I possessed.

I dug my fingernails viciously into his shoulder in an attempt to keep myself grounded and he groaned into me which sent vibrations through my whole body.

He moved his tongue so that it was only focused on my clit and he took the hand that was parting my labia and shoved two fingers roughly inside me, making even more wetness rush out of me.

I was on the brink of orgasm, waiting for something, I just didn't know what!

He pulled his tongue out of my pussy just long enough for him to bark the command: "Cum now Isabella!" before he removed his fingers from my entrance and rubbed them around my clit and situated his mouth over my entrance so that he could catch all of the juice I was gushing for him.

I thought he would pull away as my orgasm subsided but instead, he just placed his soaked digits back into my sopping pussy and circled and nibbled on my clit, working furiously to bring me to a third orgasm.

"Edward, please!" I begged as the muscles in the pit of my stomach began to tighten once more.

He removed his fingers and mouth, leaving me on the brink and I let out a strangled wail.

"Quiet, Angel. I'm going to hurt you, sweet girl, but I promise I will make it go away!"

He lifted my leg off his shoulder but before I could slump, he picked me up so that my legs were wrapped low on his body, my pussy trailing cum down his abs as it continued to leak from me.

"You tasted so good, so sweet - just like I knew you would," he told me.

I leant forwards to claim his mouth with my own, tasting myself on his tongue yet instead of disgusting me, it turned me on even more!

He pulled back and looked into my eyes. "Last chance to say no, Angel."

"I don't want to say no." I looked him dead in the eye and he let out a guttural moan and kissed me again. I sucked on his tongue greedily and he let out a small whimper. It seems he is just as affected by me as I am by him!

He cupped my ass again and ground me against his very prominent erection that had been tenting his boxers for the last God-knows-how-long!

We fell on to the bed together and he pulled his boxers off, his cock springing free and looking even more menacing up close than it did in the shower last week!

"H-how big is it?" I asked him nervously as I thought back to what the girls told me about how most men knew their size. Some manly pride or shit like that!

"Ehm, ten inches," he muttered.

"Ten inches!" My voice shot through about twenty octaves! "It's not going to fit, or if it does I'll bleed to death because you have ravaged my internal organs! I mean, I thought most men were supposed to only be about six inches?" I was babbling and I knew it! I don't know why but I could feel tears welling in my eyes. Maybe because I was scared that he would split me in two!

"Shh, Angel. Calm down!"

I looked at him with panicked eyes as he stroked my hair. He kissed my neck and cheeks several times before he pulled away to stroke my exposed shoulders.

"I'm scared. It's going to hurt so badly!" I managed to whimper out.

"I'll make the pain go away," he said as he lined himself up with my too-small-entrance.

I felt an insistent pressing and I opened my legs more to accommodate his body as he lay on top of me and between my legs.

"Are you on the pill?" He asked, pausing and cocking his head to the side.

"Yes," I replied. I have been since I was sixteen upon my father's insistence. Needless to say, that was an extremely embarrassing conversation!

"Good." He pushed forward and my pussy strained to stretch around him.

He stopped after a few seconds and I was shocked that it didn't actually hurt that much. I relaxed and that caused him to slip in a little bit more.

Shit! I thought he was already in!

"Are you not fully in yet?" I asked him.

"Uhm, no. I'm at your barrier."

"You haven't broken it already?" I practically screeched but the calmed slightly when I remembered what Rose said about how she only felt a slight pinch.

"No, sweetheart." He looked at my face for some kind of acceptance. "Like a Band-Aid," he muttered and then he looked deep into my eyes. "I'm sorry, Angel. I'm sorry I hurt you."

"But you haven't yet," I whispered, confused.

Suddenly, he thrust forward fully, tearing through my virginity and buried himself to the hilt causing me to suck air sharply through my teeth.

'Just a slight pinch' my ass! It felt like someone had stuck a branding iron up my vag!

When I next see Rose, I'm going to smack her so hard!

I thought about what the girls said again. Alice didn't even notice it happening as the guy she was with had a pinky peen and was only inside her for less than a minute whereas Rose said that it wasn't too uncomfortable but Royce was only just above average size, clearly not as well-endowed as Edward. Neither of them had cum.

"Sorry, Angel, sorry," he repeated over like a mantra as tears streamed down over my cheeks. He kissed them all away and held patiently within me even though the urge to thrust was probably overwhelming him.

"You might as well get yours," I told him, "I doubt I will be cumming any time soon!"

"If you don't cum then I'm not doing my job properly," he said fiercely but still through the hundreds of kisses he was now scattering over my tummy.

Our breathing mingled as he stayed still within me, my tears slowing and a feeling of fullness came across me.

"I think you can probably move now," I whispered.

"Are you sure?" His teeth were clenched tightly, the tendons on his neck standing and his jaw straining in pleasure.

"Yes," I whispered and he drew out of me, leaving just the head of his cock inside me before slowly pushing back in.

I groaned at the feeling.

"So fucking tight…hot… wet…" He grunted against my neck as he thrust into me at a tempo adagio.

After a couple of thrusts, he stops with just the tip of his manhood inside of me.

"More," he asked, his eyes lidded and his mouth open in a small, loose 'O' shape.

I nodded eagerly and he thrust in hard, hitting that spot deep inside me which made me call out his name.

"Again," I demanded, causing him to smirk smugly. He did it again none the less, rotating his hips once he was buried within me. I grabbed hold of his tousled sex-hair, tugging gently on the ends.

Holy Moses! This is good!

I let out a moan worthy of a porn-star but bit my lips when I remembered that the girls told me not to sound fake.

"Let me hear your pleasure, baby. Don't keep that from me!" He commanded and who was I to deny such authority?

"Yes, yes, yes," I chanted as he picked up into a relentless rhythm, my previous pain forgotten in lieu of these fabulous new sensations. I tentatively tilted my hips to meet his hips.

"That's right, Angel. Fuck me!" he encouraged breathlessly.

His hips were now pounding against me frantically, sweat forming a light sheen on both of our skins. My body bowed into his.

"Yes!" he called out, elongating the 'S' sound when I locked my legs around his hips.

He captured my lips into a bruising kiss and with placed all of his weight onto one of his arms next to my arm and used the other one to work his hand between my legs, rubbing against my clit.

"Come on Angel," he demanded, "Cum for me!"

I unravel at his words, climaxing around him loudly and clenching my eyes tightly shut. He cums as well, roaring my name as he stills and empties himself inside me. Wow… that was just…wow!

I attempt to slow my panting and open my eyes as he rests his forehead against mine, his breathing still ragged.

He pulled out of me and I moaned uncomfortably.

"Hush, Angel," he whispered, placing a small kiss on my forehead.

"That was great!" I enthused with my eyes slowly closing and my breathing rate still at ten knots.

"Great?" He grouched with his eyebrows raised. "I usually aim for better than 'great'!" He spat the word like an expletive.

I giggled and placed a little kiss on his pouty lips. "My thoughts are so scattered at the moment, you are lucky I didn't just say good!" I told him honestly.

"So I scattered your thoughts eh?" He sounded pleased with himself.

"I can barely form a sentence," I retorted sarcastically.

"You look so beautiful right now and I really don't want to get out of bed but I need to run you a bath," he sighed.

"Don't go," I whimpered and reached out pathetically for him but my exhaustion got the better of me and my arm flopped down helplessly next to me.

"Shh, Angel. Give me one minute." He pecked the top of my head.

I watched him as he walked completely commando into the en-suite and rolled over onto my back, about to do celebratory-bed-jig. I gave up on that idea though as soon as I felt a sharp stab of pain between my legs. Maybe tomorrow.

Edward came back after about two minutes and lifted me bridal style off the bed. He carried me into the bathroom and over to the gigantic tub which he gently lowered me into. He had even provided a towel at the back of the tub for me to lean my head against! It was a bubble bath that was full to the brim with crisp, white bubbles just waiting to be popped by my body.

"Mmm," I moaned as the warm water soothed my aching muscles. I never knew sex was so much hard work! He must be shattered as I did minimal exertion compared to him!

He left me alone for a minute and I appreciated the distance to collect my thoughts. This has without a doubt been the best experience of my entire life! Watching him in the throes of passion… there were no words for how glorious he looked! The fact that I was making him pull those faces of sheer delight made it so much better!

When he still hadn't come back into the room after about ten minutes, I called out to him.

"What is it Angel?" He looked worried as he scuttled into the room.

"I missed you," I pouted. "Aren't you going to come in with me?"

He looked seriously tempted by the idea and so I threw some doe eyes at him as extra encouragement.

"Scoot forward then," he murmured with a smile he was failing to hide and I shuffled about in the tub to make room behind me. He climbed in and pulled me back against his chest.

"Let me wash you?" He asked.

"Yes," I replied as he reached for the body wash and lathered up his hands. He carefully scrubbed every inch of me, his fingers carefully caressing my tender pussy and wiping away the last traces of blood.

I felt his member hardening against my back and I eagerly reached behind me for it.

"No, sweetheart," he scolded quietly. "You're hurting and if you touch me, I'll just take you again. You are too sexy for your own good!" His hand engulfed mine and he brought it back to my front and rested it on my abdomen.

I grimaced but didn't argue the point. I appreciated his kind comments but I blushed nonetheless! I'm surprised my body even had the energy to push all that blood to my face.

"It's late, let's get you into bed," he crooned softly.

I nodded sleepily and felt the exhaustion begin to take over me as the last but of adrenaline in my system faded away.

After pulling the plug, he climbed out the bath and gave himself a brief wipe down before wrapping the towel around his hips, a large tent at the front which was impossible to ignore.

He lifted me out of the bath and I shuddered at the drastic change in temperature. Before I could get too cold however, he engulfed me with one of his large fluffy towels and set me carefully on my feet. I spun around so he could wrap me in the towel fully and he hugged me from behind and kisses my neck whilst I rolled my head onto his shoulder. I let out a small moan as his warm lips left my body but I was too tired to complain.

He refused to let me dry myself, opting for babying me instead. I couldn't say that I minded though. It felt amazing to just crash and be taken care of, knowing that I am safe in his arms.

"There. All dry," he said before quickly wiping the remaining moisture from his body and picking me up again. He walked back into the bedroom and I noticed that the duvet had been changed.

"It had some blood on it," he told me after catching my inquisitive stare. I blushed, of course. Some things never change! He caressed my cheeks and planted a quick kiss on my weary lips.

He pulled back the covers and placed me gently down. After turning all the lights off in the room, he came back to the bed. I don't know how he found it again in the dark; maybe there was enough light coming through the feature window that displayed night-time Seattle.

He pulled me against him, spooning me with his ass nestled between my ass cheeks. I had to resist the urge to grind back against him!

I said the first thing that came into my head before falling into a deep sleep. This is why I need a filter!

"So when do we get to the flogging?"

Please drop a review and let me know what you think :) First sex scene I have ever written that has proper... ehm... penetration... (I have no idea why I am so bashful saying this after some of the stuff I have written in the chapter!) so please let me know if I did ok, how I could improve etc. :)

Lots of Love

-SCxx