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CHAPTER 10 – REACH OUT AND TOUCH SOMEONE

Not in my wildest fantasies could I have ever imagined things falling into place as easily they had. I knew I had a way of influencing ones around me temporarily, but even I was surprised by how effortlessly things had just seemed to work out. Not only was I released but an hour after Isabella used her undoubtedly substantial influence with her colleagues, my arresting officer smiled at me as if under a spell when he handed me back my phone and ring. As I placed the small plastic envelope containing my ring in my pocket and walked toward freedom, I drew in a gasp as I noted an email had come through, swallowing back venom as I realised who the sender was...

Edward…I apologise for not contacting you sooner, but since returning from my trip, something has come up that requires my immediate and undivided attention. Mistress Rosalie had nothing but good things to say about you, and though I was positive we could share something special, because of this urgent matter, I cannot commit myself to taking on a sub at this point in time.

Don't look at it as a reflection on you, but rather a chance to consider your options more carefully before you make an informed decision. If my 'situation' does not pan out, I will contact you immediately. In the meantime, feel free to email me with any questions, or visit the club to find yourself another Mistress if that is what you desire. I wish you well, Edward, and hope you find what you are seeking. Isabella.

I smiled as I sent a reply, knowing full well I had more than found what I had been looking for.

I understand, Mistress. Though I am disappointed in this development, I thank you for keeping me informed, and though I don't profess to be able to predict the future, I sense that things will somehow work out for all concerned. Yours, Edward.

I placed my phone in my pocket and as the door to the station closed, there she stood in the moonlight, leaning against her red Porsche, arms folded, her casual dress of blue jeans and a white t-shirt not detracting from her haunting beauty.

"I thought you could use a ride, Jasper," she purred as she opened the door and got in, a wicked smile crossing her face before she slipped into the vehicle.

"Thank you, ma'am," I answered, so excited by her unexpected offer I nearly tore the door off its hinges. As I got in the car, I couldn't help but moan as her sweet, musky scent invaded my every pore within the small space…a scent I knew I was quickly becoming addicted to.

"Hmmm…I know what you mean," she said as if reading my thoughts before she closed her eyes and inhaled sharply, starting the car and pressing hard on the accelerator, the tires squealing as she revved the engine and sped down the street.

Instead of making light about her blatantly obvious response to my appealing smell, my mind instead wandered into the realm of deepest wish. She seemed different now that we were away from the prying ears of others; her body language relaxed but at the same time coiled as if ready to respond to anything around her…and I liked it. Fantasies began to flit through my mind…ones that said she felt the connection between us as strongly as I.

Oh, the sweet and torturous ecstasy!

"So…where to?" she asked, her eyes flickering to mine before they returned to the road.

I turned to face her as she drove, taking her in before I answered. "I am…without home at the moment, what with relocating and all, but I do have to collect my car."

"Oh sure…is it parked near the scene?"

"Yes," I nodded. "Do you know the way?"

"Of course. So…you said you were without a place of your own. Don't you have someone to stay with?"

"No."

"Someone must miss you, though," she speculated.

"Is that your polite way of asking if I'm in a relationship?" I asked, throwing my head back with an amused laugh.

"Well I do wonder if there is anyone in your life that would be concerned as to your whereabouts, especially after you just spent the last twenty four hours at the police station. It's best if I know, because if you did have a…partner, then I would want them involved," she said through clenched teeth, her distaste obvious, eyes flashing toward me once more.

I couldn't help but laugh at the way she was subtly trying to gather information, and her little pang of jealousy did not escape my notice. How positively amusing!

"I am as alone as could be, Isabella. I am without home, have no family, nor do I have anywhere else to be so I would be more than amenable to beginning our therapy as soon as possible," I answered, licking my lips, the thought of her particular brand of therapy conjuring up a most delicious array of possibilities. "In fact, I don't believe we should waste any more time. I think it wise that we begin immediately."

"So, you're saying you want to begin now? In the middle of the night?" Of course what I was proposing was illogical, and I knew after her trip she would be exhausted, but my desire to never leave her side again overrode everything else. I waited for the fear and suspicion to kick in, but was instead met with a steady smile.

"There's no time like the present. Of course, if you require rest, I would be more than happy to wait," I said reluctantly, trying to tamp down the desperation that was currently flooding my every pore.

"I don't require rest."

"You don't? Now why would that be?" I enquired with a curious smile.

"Well, after my trip, my body clock's completely out of synch, but I would like time to clean up and change before we begin, as I'm sure you would."

That statement sent me into a tailspin, the thought of her naked, and standing in the shower caused me to clench my fists as I imagined touching every part of her before her thick, viscous blood sprayed across the frosted shower door.

"Of course," I reluctantly agreed as she pulled in to the curb at the end of the familiar alley before reaching into her pocket and pulling out a card.

"Here's my address," she said, emitting a small growl as I took it from her and my fingers brushed against hers. In response, her breathing became shallow and she closed her eyes, as if willing herself to remain in control. My word, this was an interesting response! As I watched her carefully, revelling in her reaction, I realised that with minimal effort on my part, she was already beginning to give in. "Be there at six tonight. Don't make me wait," she murmured with a heavy swallow, her breath sweetening the air as she exhaled sharply and opened her eyes.

Reluctantly, I opened the door, turning toward her one last time before I alighted her vehicle, unable to stop myself from moving so close that my body hummed with need. In that moment, it was as if I had no control over my actions, and as my lips brushed against the shell of her ear, her heart pounding erratically, tempting me to bite, I felt the air between us leave the cabin, the feelings swelling in my groin warring with the burn in my gullet.

"When it comes to me, Isabella, you'll never have to wait again," I whispered into her hair, my body tight, my heart gladdened that I had somehow resisted the urge to tear her apart.

And as I reluctantly left her presence and shut the door, watching as she pulled away, I stood there in the darkness as her car faded from view, my conflicted emotions leaving me completely perplexed.

The possibility that my plan was to be executed so soon filled me with emotions I did not understand. I should be pleased that things had worked out so effectively…so effortlessly…and yet…I could not help but feel a strange sense of dread overwhelm me at the same time. On one hand, I needed to taste her more than I needed anyone before, but by the same token, I wanted to smell her, to be near her…to have this feeling of euphoria last for an eternity.

I finally understood what it meant to want to have one's cake and eat it too...

~~ISABELLA~~

As I pulled away, his sensuous smell lingering within the confines of the car, I smiled. I could not believe my luck. Finally, after years of searching, I was on the precipice of getting everything I always wanted. I was tired of this game…of living on a razor's edge...the hands of time working against me…my existence filled with nothing but constant disappointment.

Of course, there had been many, many who had preceded him…but I had come to discover their deceit, and in the end they just didn't make the grade. It was a shame, really, but they did nothing but lie to me, and I had gotten to the stage when I was just about to give myself over to the inevitable.

But then, when I saw him…smelled him, I knew my search was over. At least that's what I hoped.

As I arrived home and opened the door to my dungeon, my instincts began to kick in, and I couldn't help but fantasise that this one would meet all of my needs. It was such a shame I had to reject Edward. I was certain he was the one. He seemed to fit the bill quite nicely, but I couldn't afford to waste valuable time. Satisfying my sexual needs without looking at the bigger picture would have to take a backseat from now on. It wouldn't take long for me to seduce Jasper, but I knew I'd have to take things slowly, until he felt comfortable enough to let his guard down and reveal his inner self and trust that he can do what I need him to do more than anything…

A/N: Every now n again we may hear snippets from Bella if the mood strikes, but this story is mainly from Edward's POV. JSYK. Next up…Edward's first 'session'. Thanks for reading…now do the next bit and tell me what you think. I know you're out there…