It took a little longer than I had hoped, but here it is! Shout-outs to my newest readers, ar080185, kathryncompton, and LondonGoth...welcome to NN! Thanks to Jasmine for Beta-ing and feeding my ego, as well as Jess!

Stephenie Meyer owns everything, including my heart on ice in a cooler.

EPOV

I chuckled, pressing 'end' on my cell phone. Messing with Bella was fun; it was incredible to observe the effect I had on her. I returned to my lunch (a delicious peanut butter sandwich) immersed in my own thoughts. There was something so innocent and pure about my Bella, but also something devilish and sexy. I liked her so much. It was a wonderful feeling, having a connection like this with a woman, with a girlfriend, with someone I could potentially love. It had never happened to me before, and everything I was feeling was completely new to me. I had to admit, I was a bit…scared. It was hard to admit to myself, and I couldn't ever admit it to anyone else. I felt like I was pouring myself completely into Bella and if she were ever to break my heart, I'd be devastated. I smacked myself in the forehead for acting like such a woman, and went back to eating my lunch.

To my dismay, the door to my office opened and Heidi walked in. There are no words for the disgust I felt towards this woman beast.

"Mmmmm babe I love when you roll your sleeves up. It makes your arms look so sexy," she said.

"Heidi, how many times to I have to tell you to back off?" I was getting really irritated, dealing with this day after day. I was not attracted to her, and never would be. Now that I had Bella in my life, I felt insulted and dirty just sitting next to Heidi and listening to her crap.

"You know you want me," she purred as she walked over to me, and touched my arm. I flinched away.

"I'm honestly not kidding when I say this: If you don't stop I will file a sexual harassment complaint." I was dead fucking serious.

"And do you think anyone would believe you? A guy, being harassed by a woman? All I'd have to do is cry 'rape' and you'd be done for. So I suggest you don't go whining to Human Resources."

This woman didn't make threats; she made promises. I knew the lengths she would go to get what she wanted and screw everyone that resisted her. I decided that I'd just have to endure it until someone else noticed it. If and when that day came, I would be so happy.

"Fine," I seethed, throwing out the rest of my sandwich and storming out of my office.

I knocked on Demetri's door, and entered when the voice from within his office advised me to do so.

"Hello, sir," I said, sitting down across from him. "I was wondering if you read my proposal about taking on that new client."

He gave me a puzzled look.

"You know…Fetta di Calabria?" I asked. Still, it seemed as though he had no idea what I was talking about.

"I guess you didn't read it yet, then." I was crestfallen. I worked so hard on that project, and nothing was coming of it.

"I'm very busy, Edward, you know that. I don't have time to read everything you bring to me."

I was furious. He was the one who told me to come up with the proposal. He was the one who wanted it pronto. What the hell was he doing? I calmed myself, gripping the arms of my chair, making sure I didn't do anything to get myself suspended or fired.

"Of course," I said. "Just let me know when you get around to it." I stood up and walked out of his office.

I met Riley on my way to the copy machine, and he had a smug look on his face.

"What do you want?" I snapped.

"Don't get angry with me," he sneered. "I didn't do anything." He was such a little prick.

"Just leave me alone, Riley." He snaked away from me. I finished my copies and threw them on Heidi's desk.

"Here. I'm leaving." I ran out of the office as soon as I could, so she wouldn't have the time to harass me again. I clocked out quickly and flew down the stairs to the parking garage and got into my Volvo. I was so angry and frustrated. My day was going fine until Heidi set off that annoying set of events that screwed with the day. I hated her and Riley so much more than they could ever know. And now Demetri was on that list as well. He didn't fucking read my proposal! It was a god damn good one, too.

Before I knew it I had arrived at the apartment complex and parked in my usual space. I slumped up the stairs and once I arrived in my apartment, slouched and fumbled on to the couch, exhausted.

I must have fallen asleep, because there was a large amount of drool on the pillow and my door was being banged on.

"Edward?" I heard Bella yell from the other side of the door. I noticed I had a few missed calls and there was concern in her voice. I sprang to life and ran over to the door and opened. Relief washed over Bella's face and she flung herself on me, clinging to my body and squeezing.

When she finally pulled away she smacked me on the shoulder.

"What the hell was that for? You said eight o'clock, right?" I looked on the microwave and it was 8:19.

"I'm so sorry, Bella," I explained as I let her in. "I must have fallen asleep. I had the most awful day. Forgive me?" I kissed her tiny hand and she smiled.

"Of course I do," she smiled.

"What's in the bag?" I asked. She was holding a small duffel bag in her hands, and she smiled mischievously when I inquired about it.

"You'll see," Bella teased. "Go into the bedroom and lie down. Strip down to your undershirt and boxers. I'll be in the bathroom." She scurried into my bathroom and shut the door. I couldn't imagine what she could possibly be doing, but I was immediately excited and obeyed her wishes. My mind went through so many scenarios and I felt my dick twitch at my own fantasies. My day was getting better already although nothing had actually happened yet.

I heard the bathroom door open and my heart speeded up erratically.

"Close your eyes," Bella cooed, and I obliged. I heard her walk into the room and smelled a faint perfume arrive with her. She put something down, and it sounded like she was unzipping her duffel bag. My ears strained to figure out what she was doing, but I could only deduce she took something out of the bag. I heard her approach the bed and set something down.

"You can open your eyes, now."

I did, and my heart did a huge jump and my dick did more than just twitch. Bella was standing before me, makeup done to make her look like a temptress (which she most certainly was). Her silky brown hair was curled at the end and fell right above her breasts. Oh god, her breasts…her beautiful, delectable, tasty breasts. She wore a lingerie one piece dress thing that had thin straps and came to a V, showing a bit more cleavage than normal, but stayed as modest as Bella. There was an innocent little bow that tied itself at the bottom of the V, and as my eyes traveled down her body and stopped at the hemline of the lingerie. It was a short piece that ended very high on her thigh, just barely concealing the hopefully wet prize beneath. The color was what did it for me. Everything else was absolutely amazing, but if it was any other color than my favorite of midnight blue, I wouldn't have been as excited. She knew this color drove me nuts and she was purposely using my love for sexy and modest women to torment me.

"Bella," I whispered, unable to do anything else.

She smiled seductively and let her hips sway back and forth as she sauntered over to me and Little Eddie, who was straining against my boxers to get a good view of my girl. She pushed me onto my back, still with that lazy smile playing across her lips, and crawled up my body to my face. She placed light kisses on my lips and I returned them with fervor.

Bella rolled off the bed and over to her duffel bag. My brow furrowed in confusion, but before I could ask her what she was doing, she turned around with a few pieces of…rope.

"I'm going to tie you up now, Edward," Bella stated simply with lust as she reached across my body to tie my hands on the headboard. She was starting on my ankles when I decided to ask about her idea.

"What's the occasion?" I asked, thankful for whatever reason she decided to be so god damn sexy.

"You teased me over the phone today, Edward. Now you're going to pay." There was a fire and a passion in her eyes that I had never seen before. She finished tying the rest of me up and eyed me up and down, like an artist would examine their latest work.

"Perfect," she whispered, and started her torture.

She walked back over towards the bed and straddled my hips sexily. She smiled at me again, but this time it was devilish and I was actually a bit nervous. She told me that I was going to pay for what I did, and I believed her. She threw her head back and ran her hands through her hair, with her chest jutting out in all its glory. Her hips rocked slightly, but it was enough to make me harder than I already was. She felt it and knew she was already getting to me and giggled. Suddenly her lips were all over mine in a frenzy of kisses, our mouths gliding together in perfect synchronicity. Her tongue pushed right past my lips and started to suck on my tongue greedily. She swirled hers around in my mouth and grasped my hair roughly, just the way I like it. I tried to move my arms but it was no use; she had tied them so tight that I would never be able to move.

"That's right, Edward. You won't be able to touch me this entire time. So I can tease you and leave you and pleasure you at my own will, while you're at my mercy." I groaned and she laughed again. Bella moved over to my hand and licked up my index finger. I knew where she was going with this and I was going to combust if I wasn't allowed to do anything.

"Please," I begged, but she put a finger to my lips.

"Shhh," she replied, and continued to torment me with her sex appeal. Her lips closed around my finger as she began to suck and nibble. I was going crazy over a god damn finger. Her hand moved its way down to my cock and she began to stroke me through my boxers. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as her ministrations grew faster and more pleasurable. All of a sudden it stopped, and my eyes flew back open. She was standing across the room, her hands on her hips with that devilish smile again.

"What the hell?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"I've decided that I've given you a bit too much pleasure," she said. "It's time for the teasing to begin." Uh oh. I was in for it, that's for sure.

She tousled her hair a bit with her hand, and then she started to move it down her body. She stopped at her breasts, massaging her nipples through the satiny blue fabric and moaning at the contact. Her nipples were hard and erect, and my imagination assumed they were as pink and delectable as always. She pinched them and let out a sigh of pleasure. Her hand traveled farther down and stopped at the hem of the fabric she had turned into a weapon against me. Her one finger disappeared under the lingerie and we whimpered at the same time: I, at the loss of the visual, and she at what I could only assume to be contact with her dripping core.

"You want to see?" she asked. I nodded like an eager puppy and she slowly stripped off the beautiful piece of midnight blue fabric. I gasped as I saw she was standing only in a tiny lacy matching thong and nothing else. Her hand met with her clit on top of the fabric and she made smooth, slow circles around it as she closed her eyes and began her soft moaning. The other hand came back up to her breast to pinch and play with her nipples. My hips bucked up and I pulled against my restraints, desperate to touch her or myself, either one would do.

"Please," I begged, surprising myself. I don't beg for anything, but at this moment I was being tortured, and I could care less at how I sounded. She laughed devilishly and looked straight into my eyes.

"I'm very sorry, Edward. But I can't give you what you want." I threw my head back in frustration and she giggled some more. Her laughter was cut short by a gasp and I picked my head back up fast. She was no longer standing at the foot of the bed, but very stealthily had made her way to the side of the bed and was writhing on the floor, fingering herself. Two of her own fingers pumped in and out of her dripping core as her moans became more frequent due to her impending release. I jerked my body around violently and I heard a whimper. Bella was so close. I could smell it. I could feel it. I could hear it. Her long brown hair fanned out on the black carpet, she pumped her fingers two more time and her hips lifted away from the floor and screamed out the sexiest sound I had ever heard. She was still for a minute, breathing heavily from her orgasm and I stared at her longingly. I wondered how long she would torture me, and how long I would be able to handle it. I got my answer sooner than I thought.

Bella sat up straight, looking me in the eyes with that lust-filled stare for the thousandth time that night, and spoke to me.

"I can see that you're very frustrated." She smirked at me.

"That's an understatement," I retorted. I didn't even need to look down to know how erect I was. It was so painful and all I wanted was for it to go away, and for my pleasure to be enhanced. The anticipation was amazing, but I needed to feel her around me.

"I'm not going to untie you," she said and I groaned, "but I will give you what you want: release. It might be even more difficult since you won't be able to touch me, but it's the price you pay for messing with me. Do you understand?"

I nodded, my mind clouded with lust and arousal and panic and everything else. She crawled back onto the bed and pulled my boxers down to my ankles and ripped my wife beater tee in half, throwing the strips of fabric to the side. She scratched her nails lightly down my chest and abdomen, my muscles twitching and straining under the power of her seductive touch. I balled my hands into fists and bucked my hips upward. My hard cock grazed her glistening pussy and she moaned, obviously not expecting it. Her hands pushed my hips roughly back onto the bed and she flicked at my nipple with her tongue and teeth, causing shockwaves of pleasure to surge through my body.

She positioned herself above my engorged member and I knew what was coming next. All the delicious pleasure would wash over me, and this teasing fest, as much as I liked it, would be over and I would no longer be in pain.

Bella copied my crooked smile and inched herself painfully slow onto my cock, making sure to hold onto the headboard behind me and dangle her full breasts in front of my face. It felt like hours had gone by when I was finally completely inside her. But she had stopped, and it was torture, just being inside her and not being able to move or pound or thrust.

Very slowly, Bella lifted herself so that the tip of my dick was just about inside of her. I groaned, enthralled that she was finally moving and relishing in the feel of her walls around me, but agonized at the pace she was moving.

"Bella," I begged. I'd done it a million times tonight, but hopefully she would listen to me this time.

"Be patient. It'll all be worth it. I promise." She kissed my nose sweetly and sat back up.

She let her body slide back down on my cock. She felt so warm and wonderful around me and I was so loving the anticipation. She moved upwards a bit faster and sooner this time, and she began to rock back and forth, up and down onto me.

"Oh Bella," I breathed, letting out a moan. She was building me up; making sure that my orgasm would be mind-blowing when it happened, all the while torturing me in the process. She let one hand drop and lightly traced a fingernail over my nipple.

"Oh!" I yelled, surprised.

She placed her hands back on the headboard and picked up the pace. It was a beautiful sight, her riding my cock. She got faster and faster, slamming her hips down harder and with more fervor. I bucked my hips up to meet her downward thrusts; we met in the middle and the friction was amazing.

"Oh fuck, Bella," I groaned, reveling in her warm, wet walls contracting and squeezing around my cock. I felt my release building, but I was still teetering on the edge.

"So tight…so warm," I moaned almost incoherently.

"Edward…uhnnn shit, baby. You hit that spot every time. I love fucking you hard like this."

"Uhhhnnnn I love it when you talk dirty, babe. Your pussy feels so good around my cock. Slam down harder, Bella."

She did exactly as I asked; I guess she was tired of the teasing, too. She fucked me harder and faster. Her tits were bouncing in front of my face as she continued to ride me. I saw her hand slide to where our bodies were intertwined, and I assumed she was reaching to touch herself because she was as close as I was. I was surprised when her hands scraped my balls and she squeezed tightly. I was sent over the edge with her and I spilled myself into her.

"Shittttt Bella!" I screamed as I came. She moaned my name; I loved hearing my name on her lips in the heat of passion.

We were panting, our chests rising and falling, our breathing heavy. It was a minute before I spoke.

"Fucking hell, Bella. That was…shit, that was fucking incredible. The teasing was painful but it made it all the more enjoyable. You're a fucking sex goddess." And I meant every word.

She lifted herself off of me and laid down next to me in bed.

"I'm glad you liked it. Although, you were supposed to be getting punished for your behavior today. I may have to do it again…"

"No! I was punished enough, thank you. It was still torture." And it was.

"Good. Did you like the little outfit I bought today? I made Alice take me to Victoria's Secret."

"You initiated a shopping trip? I can hardly believe it. And to answer your question, I loved the outfit, the lingerie, whatever you'd like to call it. It was sexy as hell. And you killed me with making it my favorite color, you temptress!" I poked her ribs playfully.

"I know. It had to be done, though." We laughed together and I watched her lay next to me, in my bed, naked. She was a wonderful sight, and I loved to know that she was mine.

"Bella? Could you take these restraints off me please?" I asked, remembering that I was tied to the bed.

"Oh! I almost forgot! Here, I'll get you out of these…" she said as she began untying the rope around my wrists and then my ankles.

"So did you like being tied up?" she asked.

"It was…different. I hated not being able to touch you, though," I said. And then, as an afterthought, "You masturbated right in front of me, you tease! I should punish you for that little show."

"Mmmmm but you liked it, didn't you?" she purred.

"You bet I did."

"Perv."

"Slut."

"Creeper."

"Whore."

"Saggy balls!" She laughed at my bewildered expression.

"I do not have saggy balls!" I exclaimed, defending the family jewels.

"I know. I just love seeing you all worked up and frustrated." She was hinting at a double meaning by referring to her earlier tease session, and I picked up on it.

"Fucking seductress," I mumbled under my breath. Bella laughed and rolled out of bed, changing back into the clothes she had on before I had the best sex of my life.

"Are you staying the night?" I asked. I really wanted her close to me again, and I still didn't like her being alone with the psycho freak on the loose.

"If you want me to," she replied, very well knowing the answer.

"Of course," I said, motioning for her to lay beside me again. She climbed back into bed with me, stripping off her clothes again, and snuggled into my side, her hair obstructing my view of her perfect face. I tucked a few locks of her hair behind her ear, kissed her forehead, and made sure she was as close to me as possible as I turned off the light and we drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

***

BPOV

I shoved my legs into my new white Bermuda shorts and slipped on a pair of black flip flops.

"Hey, Edward?" I yelled from inside my room.

"What?" he yelled back.

I was fully dressed, and I walked out of my room and back into the kitchen where Edward was waiting for me. It was the 4th of July and we were leaving for his parents' party in a few minutes. I was getting really nervous about the whole thing. I was worrying and going over every embarrassing scenario and imagining everything that could go wrong.

"I'm…I'm afraid your parents won't like me," I admitted, meeting Edward's form as he stood up from the kitchen table at my entered presence to the room.

"Are you kidding? How could they not? You're beautiful, smart, funny…not to mention wearing my favorite color on that shirt of yours." He smiled and took my hands. "It will be fine. They will love you. Just relax, okay?"

I wasn't completely convinced, but there really wasn't anything else I could say on the matter.

"Okay. I'll try."

"Good. Now, are you ready to go?"

"Hold on a second. I don't want to forget the pie," I mentioned, walking over to the fridge and taking the foil covered dish out.

"Now I'm ready." Edward picked up my small black purse, held the door open for me, and followed me out of the apartment. As we walked down the hall, I ogled my beautiful boyfriend shamelessly. He was wearing a fit black T-shirt and dark wash jeans that hugged his firm ass so deliciously. His bronze hair was in a messy disarray, as always.

He caught my eye as we were waiting for the elevator.

"What are you looking at?" he questioned with a smile playing across his lips and amusement shining through his emerald colored eyes.

"Can I appreciate the physique of my boyfriend without being prosecuted, or what?"

"Well, then," he teased, walking over to me with a sexy look in his eye, "appreciate all you want." He dazzled me with his green orbs and took my hand in his, placing both of them on his chest and slowly dragging them down. Just when it was getting good, the elevator made a 'ding' sound and the doors opened.

"Oh well," Edward chuckled and we got in the elevator and went down to his parking space where his shiny silver Volvo was parked.

"You know," I said in my best sultry voice, "I've always admired the sleekness of this car. There's something about it that just…turns me on." I wiggled my eyebrows at Edward.

He gulped. "What?" His voice cracked.

I closed the distance between us and breathed in his ear, "I want you to fuck me on this car one day." I got in the car and left him to stare openly at my retreating figure, sporting a very prominent erection. I heard him walk around to the driver's side of the car and put the keys in the ignition.

"Shit," he whispered. I giggled as we set off for his parents' house in Tacoma.

The drive was easy. We didn't hit any traffic and we talked about everything. I felt so comfortable and synched to Edward…I loved every minute of it.

"Did I tell you that you look beautiful?" Edward asked out of the blue.

"A thousand times."

"You look beautiful. There, a thousand and one."

I laughed and said, "You're such a dork."

"But you love it."

"That's true."

We arrived in Tacoma shortly after and turned onto his parents' street. I suddenly got extremely nervous as we pulled into the driveway; it was worse than this morning.

"Bella?" Edward asked, sensing my tension. "Are you alright?"

"Fine," I lied in almost a whisper.

"Don't be nervous." He squeezed my hand and took the pie from my lap.

I was fascinated by the Cullen house. I had never seen anything like it. It was a beautiful gray or off-white Victorian era house with three floors, a wrap around porch and some slight landscaping. It was bigger than both my parents' houses put together, and I looked at it in awe. (A/N: Picture in profile)

"Wow," I marveled.

"Being a doctor for as long as my father has, you're able to afford these kinds of things. We aren't rich, but we're well off. However, it wasn't always this way."

I could tell that Edward was slightly uncomfortable in the matter, so I didn't say anything but only nodded as we got out of the car and locked our hands together, and went around to the backyard where the whole place was set up for a cookout. A man with striking blonde hair and kind blue eyes was wiping down a few tables, they undoubtedly needed cleaning after most likely covering dust all year. A small, delicate woman with wavy, caramel colored hair down to her shoulders and deep, strange gold looking eyes approached Edward and me.

"Bella!" she said enthusiastically as she pulled me in a warm embrace. "I'm Edward's mother, Esme. I'm so happy to finally meet you. You're every bit as beautiful as Edward says." She smiled at me like a mother would her own daughter, then called over to the blonde man to come meet with me.

"Hello, Bella," he said, shaking my hand. "I'm Carlisle, Edward's father. I'm so glad you could join us. It will be mostly family and friends here today, and I hope you get to know everyone and feel comfortable."

"Thank you so much Mr. and Mrs. Cullen for inviting me here. You have a lovely home."

"Please," Edward's mother said, "call us Esme and Carlisle."

"Bella made an apple pie." Edward spoke for the first time during the exchange and held out the dish wrapped in foil.

"I'm sure it will be delicious! Just think, a professional cook making a pie for out party!" Esme's smile lit up and was just as beautiful as Edward's. "I'll go put this in the fridge for later. Thank you for the pie, Bella."

"No problem," I said, and Esme walked back into the house with the pie.

"I need to go start up the grill, but Edward will show you around if you'd like." Carlisle shook my hand again and went over to begin the cooking process.

Edward held his arm out for me to take and said, "Shall we?"

He took me through all the rooms of the house: kitchen, living room, entertainment room, basement, bedroom, etc. However, Edward never lived in this house and therefore didn't have a room for me to rifle through. I really wished I could see what childhood Edward liked. It was an interesting thought to picture this sexy hunk as a little boy.

When we were done with the tour, we walked back outside to the backyard and found several people had already arrived. Emmett was there with his wife and Edward's sister, Rosalie, who was by far the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She was tall, about 5'10" and had a voluptuous body. Her blonde hair flowed down to the middle of her back in loose curls and her deep blue eyes shone in the afternoon sun. She seemed like the kind of person you wouldn't want to cross, but was genuinely friendly to me when we were introduced.

"It's so nice to meet you, Bella. I'm sorry I didn't get to say hello at Mrs. Cope's retirement party. I feel awful about what happened."

"He was such a jerk. But he hasn't bothered me since that night Edward told him off, so it all worked out in the end."

"You know what I remember about that night?" Emmett asked, chiming in for the first time. "How hot you looked, Bella. That was a sexy dress, I must-" Emmett was cut off by Rosalie slapping him on the back of the head, like Agent Gibbs does to his team, especially DiNozzo.

"What the hell was that for?"

"For being a pig!" Rosalie exclaimed. "You'll have to excuse him. He's a 13 year old boy." She dragged him by the ear to the far side of the yard.

"Well that was…interesting," I said to Edward.

"He's always like that. He doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut."

"I like him. And Rosalie. She's very intimidating, though, being such a beauty."

"I guess," Edward replied, "but I think you're more beautiful than…than…the Mona Lisa."

"Well that's not difficult to be, she's an ugly shrew!"

Edward laughed his musical laugh and introduced me to friends and family members. They all seemed very interested in what I had to say, and I ended up promising a few of them to make them dinner one night. I told them to stop by the restaurant if they were ever in town and I'd give them a discount.

When the entire guest list arrived everyone sat down at the tables and dug in to burgers, hot dogs, pasta salad, macaroni salad, potato salad, and basically every other kind of food that you eat on the 4th of July. It was strange to see Edward's beauteous family sitting down for such a normal, average American meal. They seemed out of place, in a way, next to the hot dogs and mustard.

My pie received great praise from everyone who ate it and I was hackled for the recipe by Edward's entire family.

"You must teach me how to make an apple pie like this," Esme fawned, touching my hand as she sat diagonally from me.

"Sure! I'd love to, Esme. Next visit, I promise." I smiled at her, but I was also smiling on the inside. I so hoped there would be a next visit. I felt welcomed by his family and friends, and the relationship between Edward and me was going great. But I couldn't help but feel everything was too good. There was still that nagging part of my brain that was telling me that there was something wrong, and there was danger ahead. Something was out to destroy what we had.

Eeeeekk...I know, a doomsday ending. But it wrote itself that way. Don't kill me! Just review, because reviews are almost as hot as Edward being tied up.