A/N: Expanded version of Submission for 7-8-11, Pic Prompt (NSFW): http:/bit(dot)ly(slash)pgHgqd – My favorite one to write. I floved this one…hard!

***WARNING: THIS DRIZZLE CONTAINS INTENSE BDSM CONTENT. IF THIS IS NOT YOUR THING, DON'T READ. ***

Idealskeptic does the beta, SagaDevotee and IansCutie pre-reads, and LadyTazz (Jackson's Cupcake) gives me the smutty pictures. Special shout-out to Fliki for this some pre-reading love as well.

All things Twilight are the property and ownership of S. Meyers. I make no money from my obsession.

Mistress Knows Best
Pairing: Carmen & Edward

EPOV
They say hindsight is 20/20, but I certainly wish I had seen this coming. If I had the gift of foresight, I would have seen that this night was the biggest mistake of my life. I just hoped and prayed that my Mistress never found out. However, I knew I wasn't that lucky. Again, this night had proved just that. I pinched the bridge of my nose and took a deep breath. This was huge and it would take a miracle for her to never discover this. Even still, my guilt had already begun to eat at me. There was no amount of bleach available for me to wipe my mind clean.

I looked back at the house I just left, and shook my head in shame. I hopped in my Volvo and winced as I sat down. I sped off to the only place that would give me peace. Unfortunately, I knew I would have to confess. My Mistress would not give me what I needed without explanation. She cared for me and would not go into a session blindly. She knew me too well.

I began to panic and pulled over to calm myself. What had I been thinking? I banged my head against my steering wheel in attempt to clear my head.

"I'll give you what you've been missing, darling Edward."

I cringed as Madame Isabella's voice rolled over me like a cold chill. My Mistress and I had attended a party at the Madame's house. She hated to go, but she liked to show off her most favorite sub – me. She knew that the Madame had taken a liking to me, but my Mistress never shared. Yet, the Madame was very eager to have me. When my mistress left for a moment, the Madame made her move.

I was on my knees, head down, and hands behind my back. I was bare; clothes did not please my Mistress. My naked flesh is what pleased her. I was not Edward Cullen, lawyer and master of the court room. I was Edward Cullen, submissive of Carmen Eleazar, my Mistress.

The Madame's black-heeled feet appeared before me. Her legs were bare and her porcelain skin was shining in the surrounding candle light. I wanted to touch her. I found this need odd and unsettling.

"You are such an obedient sub for your Mistress," she spoke, caressing my bare bottom.

I didn't move nor speak. My mistress had ordered me to do so and I would obey. However, it was disrespectful to touch someone else's sub without permission. Madame Isabella will be lucky to leave with her head.

"I've watched you many times, Edward. You seem to want more from your Mistress. Does she know of your desires?" Madame Isabella asked.

I flinched slightly, inadvertently telling her with my reaction that she was right. I had been wanting more from my sessions with my Mistress. It had been two years and I trusted my Mistress completely. She knew my body well and I brought her great pleasure from my obedience and faith. My Mistress had yet to take me and I began to wonder if I was not appealing to her anymore. It was crushing me.

Madame Isabella's finger around my tight hole brought me back from my contemplations.

"Oh, I can see this is what you've been missing," she said as she looked down to my cock.

I was fighting a serious battle of not getting hard. She pressed her finger further and I was about to lose my battle.

"I'll give you what you've been missing, darling Edward."

My Mistress would be pissed if my cock was hard for anyone but her.

"Remove your hand from him before I thoroughly embarrass you. And possibly break that very hand," my Mistress spoke with authority.

Madame Isabella removed her hands and stood slowly. The fierce look in my Mistress' eyes could have set the room on fire. She came over to me and ordered me to dress quickly. I did as I was told. My Mistress excused us and we moved quickly towards the doors.

"Take care, Edward," Madame Isabella spoke from the hallway.

Tears fell from my eyes and I felt broken. I had given in and attempted to see if the Madame could offer me more. I pulled out of the space I had parked and continued my journey to my Mistress' home. The rain began to fall and it was fitting for my somber mood. I was indeed a fool.

I arrived well past midnight. I knew my Mistress would be sleeping and was like an angry bear when you woke her from her rest. I stilled myself and rang the doorbell. I could hear grumbles from all the way upstairs. She flipped on the porch light and I could see her face through the stained glass windows of the door.

She opened the door and glared at me. She was not surprised to see me.

"Edward," she spoke, not in question but almost as in understanding.

"Mistress…," I started.

"No quiero saber nada de ti!" She growled at me, cutting me off.

She gave me "The Spanish" and I knew I was in trouble. I had learned early on that when she slipped into her native tongue to just shut up. From what she had just said, that was pretty much what she wanted. She closed her eyes and sighed heavily.

"You don't get to call me Mistress."

She knew. I had betrayed her and she knew. I stood out in the rain getting drenched, but it didn't matter. My betrayal was deep. There was honor in giving someone your submission; just as there was honor in someone giving you their dominance. It was a gift and I had just broken it.

I dropped to my knees and began to beg her for forgiveness. I winced again as I settled back on my feet. Madame Isabella was not easy on me. She did not do any prep exercises or anything else to get me adjusted to her. There was no pleasure; there was only pain. I never climaxed, even when she asked me to. None of it was for me. I realized too late it was only to shame my Mistress.

"Did she give you want you wanted Edward? Did you enjoy her touch? I made you the sub you are. Every moan, sigh of pleasure, and climax belongs to me. That sweet hole that I have been waiting for, was also mine for the taking," she growled again.

I looked up at her in shock. How did she know?

"Did you think she would have tasted of you and not have called me to rub it in? She sent me a taping of it Edward," she whimpered; I reached up to touch her, but quickly lowered my head and brought my hand back.

"She hurt you and then put you out on the street without aftercare," she said as she brought her hands to my chin.

That fierce look was back again and I felt my soul burn.

"I know your wants Edward, but one thing you have yet to learn is to communicate with me. You must tell me if our contract needs to change. I've always known you've wanted me to take you."

I gasped and she caressed my cheek. Like the greedy pet I was, I leaned into her touch.

"I will give you what you want, but it will take time. This is not something that will happen overnight. Plus we must learn to trust another again. Obviously my trust in you has faltered, but apparently your trust in me is also lacking. Let us rebuild, Edward."

I immediately missed her calling me her pet. I would have to earn that back. She told me I would be starting from the beginning, a new contract, a new trust. I would be Edward and she would be Ma'am. She then helped me off my knees and ordered me to the bath for a warm shower. I did as she asked and she came in to dry me off. She looked over my body for any signs of marks or bruises that were forming. She found a few and added her soothing salve to them. She had me dress in loose clothing and brought me to her room.

"The floor is where you will stay. You will earn the right to a bed if you behave. You will earn the right to my bed if you honor our bond," she said strongly.

I said nothing.

"You may speak."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Good. Remember your training Edward, as it will serve you well to do so."

The following morning, I was allowed a phone call to sever my ties for the next month. I was lucky that I owned my own practice. I called my secretary to inform her of some emergency medical treatment that I needed. She connected me to my partner and I had to assign a few cases to him, but there were only three cases. They were recurring clients from some of our, so it wasn't a big issue. They wished me well and I knew they would make up something. I was very private of my personal life at the office.

Days passed and I settled into my new life. There were no sessions in her playroom, or anywhere else in the house for that matter. This was about total submission and trust. When she returned home from work, I was on my knees and bare. I cooked her meals just how she liked them. I cleaned for her and prepared her evening bath. I laid by her bedside each night and slept, pleased that she would still welcome me in her room.

One would say that I had become her slave; I would say that I was getting granted a second chance. I had to be obedient, earn her trust, and trust her that she was guiding us in the right direction.

Make no mistake. This was not about love, but it was about devotion and need.

Towards the end of the third week, she asked me if I was ready to receive her gift. I was on my knees swiftly and said that I was most willing. This was our cue when we were ready to play.

"On all fours, Edward," she commanded.

I was confused as I thought we'd be going to her playroom. She noticed my hesitation.

"You may speak freely, Edward."

"We are not going to your playroom, Ma'am?"

"Do you feel as though you have earned it?"

I hung my head and answered, "No, Ma'am."

She then gave me the best spanking I had ever had. She even gave me permission to come. I did so happily. She hummed as she petted me and I was in bliss. I wanted to bring her pleasure as well, but my supplication was enough for her.

The next few weeks progressed further – our trust grew and I had gone back to work. At first, we had four sessions a week; one extensive session and three smaller ones. We were both still nervous about letting go. Eventually, it was reduced to twice a week. I had yet to make it into her playroom, but some other changes had been made.

I finally opened up to her and told her my needs – my fears. I wanted to belong to her in every single way. I wanted my Mistress to take me. I was afraid that I would never be enough, but she assured me that it was that desire that would inspire me in sessions. That day of my admissions, I was allowed inside the playroom.

The following week I earned the right to call her my Mistress and I, in turn, was her Pet again. We practiced using anal plugs to prepare me for her. Each week there was a different shape or size. There was one that vibrated and worked via remote. I made sure I had no cases that day. I was very glad of that too.

That morning, I was swamped with logging in my case notes. I was sitting at my desk flustered beyond thought. The vibrating sensation began to flow though me and I broke my pen in half. My phone vibrated and I knew who it was.

"Good morning, my Pet," she spoke humorously.

"Mis-mistress," I sighed. The pleasure was amazing.

"You are not to come until I say. You are to leave your office at six o'clock and head straight to me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," I moaned.

"Oh, my Pet. We will have great fun this evening," she said before the line went dead and the vibrations stopped.

We were not scheduled to meet today, but I would never disobey her.

I got through the day nearly breaking my desk in concentration. I did and thought of everything to keep from climaxing. I was sweating profusely and was in need of a shower. However, I knew she wanted me to come straight there.

When it was six o'clock, the plug started to vibrate again. I was wondering how I was going to drive. I sat down in my car and took several deep breaths. I pulled out the garage and headed to my Mistress. Once I was parked in her driveway, I felt the vibrations immediately stop. I entered the house and began to disrobe. When I finished, I kneeled with my head down, and hands behind my back. I felt her presence before I saw her feet before me.

She had on fire engine-red, peep-toe heels. Black lace stockings covered up her muscled legs. The chain necklace I bought her as a present was dangling down by her hip. I quickly lowered my eyes and I heard her chuckle.

My mistress commanded me to follow her to the playroom. She didn't order me to stand, so I crawled, subserviently, behind her. We entered the room and it was colder than usual. This warned me I would be tested; she was to make me sweat.

"Crawl to your bench, my Pet."

I went willingly and waited for her next command.

"What is your safe word? You may speak."

"Lotus, Mistress."

"When shall you use it?" She asked.

"When I need a break or have had enough."

"Good. Now, how have you liked your new plug?"

"I have loved it, Mistress," I answered.

She came behind me and petted me, caressing down my back. I felt the cold glide of the leather gloves she wore. She knew me well. It was the only thing besides her bare touch that excited me. Her hand continued down my back and tapped my plug. I hissed in delight and she chuckled again. She reminded me that I was not to come until told and my silence would be rewarded greatly. I heard her retreat to the cabinet and began to level my breathing. My Mistress made her way to the other side of the bench and paused.

"Look up at me, my Pet."

I gazed upon her in awe. Her caramel skin glowed. She wore a leather black bra and her makeup was light, but dark in color. Her hair was coiled tight in a bun, except that loose tendril that never stayed in place. She brought her hands from around her back and she held my favorite riding crop. It had a thick, black leather end supported by a long, metal rod. I had to hold my shiver of pleasure.

She had me to straddle the bench and then cuffed my hands above me. I was restrained, but comfortable.

"Let's prepare you, shall we?"

Before I could ready myself, she slapped the crop against my plug. It stung wonderfully. I heard it whistle through the air as her hand pulled back. It met the tip of the plug again and I breathed deeper. Each slap was better than the next. It had been so long and it was somewhat overwhelming. I felt like I was about to say my safe word.

She removed the plug slowly and caressed my ass again before bringing the crop down to each cheek. She tapped it next on my dripping cock and back to my ass. She alternated repeatedly and each touch was achingly marvelous.

I was getting close and I knew I was going to explode, so I whispered Lotus. I no longer wanted to disappoint her. She told me how pleased she was and I took a few breaths to calm myself. She released my hands from their binds and told me stand.

"I will reward you today Edward. You will take your Mistress and pleasure her well. You will not come until I command you. Now undress me."

Excitement was an understatement. I had only taken my mistress on other time. It was over a year ago and we had not done so since. I wanted this as much as I wanted her to fuck me. I did as she commanded and took off her shoes, her stockings, and her bra. I left on her gloves and she chuckled again. She allowed me this indulgence. She lowered me down to the bench. I lay down as she straddled me. I was already rock hard and ready. I knew our earlier activities had excited her. There was no need to insult her by testing to see if she was wet. I was the sub, not her.

I lifted her by her onto me and slowly lowered her down. I knew she liked me to tease her. I was glad to oblige, as I would not want to come on accident. I raised my hips to exert more force into every thrust. I wanted to meet her deeper and deeper. Her gloved hands caressed my chest and pinched my nipples. I couldn't hold back the moan.

"Spread your legs wider," she moaned between my thrusts.

I did as she instructed and felt her press down on my chest with one hand. My eyes were closed, but flew open when I felt the crop slap against my balls.

"Fuck, Mistress!" I screamed, but was gleefully surprised.

"Did I ask you to speak, Pet?"

I quieted and went back to serving my Mistress. With each slap, a tingling sensation went through me and I pushed it into her as our bodies connected.

My paced quickened and my force hardened. I would never stop being the best for her.

She was close. I felt her walls tightening around me. I squeezed my eyes closed, trying desperately to hold on. She climaxed and clutched my cock with all her might. I thought of being her good sub, being in the position she wanted. It was the hardest test I had ever been given. If she didn't let me come soon, I would disappoint. I didn't want to use my safe word, but I knew I would have to if this continued. I trusted her to take care of me.

I collapsed back down on the bench and she leaned on my chest, reveling in her orgasm. She then climbed off me and ordered me to lie still, with my legs still spread. She rubbed my balls with her gloved hands and it was ecstasy. She brought the crop down to them and I hissed.

"Come, Pet."

I answered her command immediately and released in long spurts across my chest and the crop. It was still rubbing my balls as I came. When I calmed, I opened my eyes and saw her licking the cum from the crop.

"Succulent. Would you like a taste, my Pet?"

I nodded, but instead of the crop, I was rewarded with her lips. Her tongue, her lips, and my essence were enough to have me hard again in seconds.

This was my life and I would never doubt that my Mistress knew best.

A/N: Did you find this as hot as I did? I know I wrote it, but still. Now go release some of that tension. *Hands out towels.* lol