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For the Love of Domination:

Chapter 13

The fall of the Cullen Empire pt2... The Aftermath...

Previously, on For the Love of Domination...

She burrowed deeper into my neck and her words came out in a rush and somewhat muffled. "I´m a virgin!" she blurted out.

"YOU´RE A FUCKING WHAT?"

EPOV

I jolted with shock at Isabella´s words and almost sent her tumbling to the floor. Thankfully, I was able to catch her before she fell. Had I heard her correctly? Did she just say that she was a virgin? Clearly the stress of tonight´s revelations and fuckery was wreaking havoc on my hearing. "Isabella," the sound amplified in the now quiet room, "did you just say what I think you said?"

"Uhh... well... that depends," she whispered. "Does it really matter, Sir?" I could tell that she was on edge, her breathing, or lack there of was a dead give away.

I could hear the hope and uncertainty ringing in her voice. What did she mean did it matter? Of course it did! It meant everything to me! Though I´d never made love to a single woman in my lifetime, nor had I the desire to; I´d always dreamed of being with Isabella and taking her slowly and tenderly. I couldn´t believe that not only would I get my wish, but also, she wanted me to have her – all of her.

I was brought out of my stupor when Isabella moved to stand. What? Where was she going? Instinctively, my hold tightened around her waist. "Hey, you, where do you think you're going?" I asked, confused by her sudden attempt at departure.

"Its okay," she said from behind a thick wall of hair. "You don´t need to say anything; I´ll just call Ali to come and get me." Although, I couldn´t see her face, I knew that she was crying.

Feeling like a complete ass for making her cry, my heart ached at the thought of causing her pain, intentional or otherwise. I quickly tried to right my wrongs because my stunned silence was sending her the wrong message. "I´d really like you to stay," I told her honestly, wiping the tears from her brown eyes. "I think we need to talk, but maybe that would work out better this time, if we did so as, Edward and Isabella. What do you say?"

She giggled nervously and the movement caused my ill-mannered cock to rear his ugly head. "I´d like that very much, but only if you promise to call me Bella." she said wiggling her hips slightly. Oh... my little pussycat wants to play! Something else to file away for later!

"Uh, yeah, but if you keep that up," cupping her still very moist sex, "we won´t be doing much talking." I waggled my eyebrows to emphasize my point. I wanted nothing more than for her to spend the night with me, so I could wake up wrapped in her arms tomorrow morning, but I was suddenly feeling very unsure of myself, and this entire situation. Maybe a little wine will dissolve some of the tension. "Why don´t you go and get dressed and meet me in the living room," I suggested.

"Yeah, I am a bit under dressed," she confessed shyly, as the most beautiful pink hue colored her cheeks. "Not saying any names, but... someone broke my panties." Her lightheartedness gave me hope that everything would be all right. For tonight, at least!

Looking into her mocha colored orbs, solidified my feelings, there was noway I could let her go... not now, not ever. I took my hand and gently caressed her cheek; she was beautiful beyond words. Her little pink tongue came out to play as she wet her bottom lip, while her eyes darted back and forth between my lips to my chest.

Taking that as a sign of invitation, I leaned in and brushed my lips against hers. A surge of electricity passed between us and I slowly began deepening the kiss. Since the moment I´d laid eyes on my brown-eyed beauty; I´d longed to capture that succulent bottom lip she was always chewing on, and do a bit of chewing myself. I pulled the lip in question in to my mouth and suckled lightly, my eyes rolled back in my head as the temperature in the room continued to rise.

Lightly I ran my tongue across her bottom lip, praying she´d grant me entrance into her sweet cavern. I wasn´t disappointed as she invited me into a sugar lover´s paradise; her sweetness was indescribable. My tongue instinctively sought out hers in companionship and like they´d been dancing together for years, they moved in a cohesive manner.

The kiss was slow but building, neither one of us, were in a hurry; we took our time exploring one another´s mouths. Somehow in the midst of all the commotion, my dick found his happy place wedged between her thighs; I could literally feel the heat and moisture seeping from her sex and running along my length. As if I no longer had control over my body, my hips bucked hitting her clit and she moaned deeply into my mouth. My dick oozed a little celebratory fluid of its own at the sound.

The heightened sensations caused me to take the kiss one step farther and my fingers instantly sought out refuge in her thick silky mane. I pulled her as close to me as humanly possible, not even air could pass between us.

When I felt her hot little hand brush across the head of my dick, I hissed. I knew this was getting out of hand... and quickly. The deviant in my head was yelling "take her, take her," while my more sensible side was telling me "to stop!" I don´t even have to tell whose side my dick was on!

I´ll give you three guesses and the first two we won´t even count.

Yeah, could it be any more obvious!

All to soon, self-preservation kicked in and our bodies forced us to take a much-needed breath. Not wanting to break the connection completely, I moved to her neck and started peppering her throat with open-mouthed kisses. God her skin tasted like heaven! If I could, I´d bottle it up and sell it! I would make a fortune!

She sighed sweetly and melted into my affections, I could smell and feel her arousal, as it continued to seep from her core. The fact that she had taken to scratching my scalp lightly with her fingernails was not helping to soften my current situation. It was going to be hard to pull away. No pun intended! I groaned into her neck, not wanting to, but knowing we had to stop. "Mmm... Bella," I moaned into her neck. "We´ve got to stop now."

"Nooo..." she whined. I could hear the pout in her voice and it made me smile. In due time my naughty little girl, in due time!

I applied a little bit of pressure to her mound with the heel of my hand. Her breath hitched and she pushed her hips forward, clearly needing a bit more friction. The move caused my dick to twitch, and from the throaty moan that slipped through her luscious lips, it was obvious to me that was the response that she was looking for. "I promise, when the time is right, sweet girl," I said huskily. "I assure you; I´ll make it worth your while. Now, go get dressed, before I change my mind." I slapped her on the ass causing her to yelp as she scurried from the room.

I hoped the blush that was deliciously covering the top half of her body, was due to her arousal and not from embarrassment. I would hate to think that Isabella would be ashamed of me seeing her body. She was quite an exquisite creature.

_FtLoD_

It took me a while, but I was finally able to wrestle the anaconda back into his cage. Wasn´t the easiest task I assumed that fucker was strong and had a mind of its own! I seriously considered giving Rose a call, to ask if I could borrow one of her cock cages. This fucker needed to be restrained!

Just the thought of my family and what they´d put Isabella and I through, caused my stomach to churn. I was still having a hard time, wrapping my head around the fact that they had deceived both of us. No matter what angle I looked at it, it still bothered me that they would stoop to such a level.

Alice was known to meddle in the affairs of the people she cared about, but this was going to far. I understood that Isabella should have been kept in the dark, but why me? Why not let me in on the little secret?

If you want answers, you know what you need to do! Stop being a pussy and call your sister! We got what we wanted and in the end that´s all that matters! Now stop pouting like a little girl, man-the-fuck-up and go find out all the details concerning that fucktard she was/is married to!

I was still reeling from Isabella´s revelation of the cheating husband. What a fucking ass! I wanted to do a fucking touchdown dance, when I found out the fucker hadn´t touched her! My angel was still as pure as the driven snow.

Pure as the snow my ass! I was there last night; remember? There was nothing pure, about the way you made her purrrrr! the deviant chuckled darkly. Every time I thought back to the fact that Isabella was still a virgin, I outwardly shivered.

On one hand, I was happier than a kid in a candy store, but then on the other, the thought of me taking her roughly and causing her unnecessary pain, had bile rising in my throat. Just the idea of me hurting her in anyway, made me sick to my stomach.

Things had gotten pretty intense last night in the playroom, there was no doubt in my mind that I could have convinced her to change her views on penetration. Had it been any other Dom... he would have, of that I was certain.

"She wanted a Dom and I needed someone trustworthy. I couldn´t just let anybody train her!"Unbidden, the force of Alice´s words caused me to pause in shock.

See, she chose you, not to hurt you, but because you´re a good Dom and she trusted you not to break her. Even the deviant was pleading my sister´s case now. What if someone like Felix had gotten a hold of her, once she was strapped to that table, do you think he would have cared about a contract. NO! He would have torn her to shreds and then threw her away like last weeks leftovers.

Felix was someone, I never wanted anywhere near my pussycat. He was a vile and sadistic fuck, who got off on abusing women´s trust, along with their bodies. The images of my brown-eyed beauty broken and torn from another man´s assault had me running to the bathroom and emptying the contents of my stomach. Words couldn´t describe the pain that had me doubling over in agony. I slumped down on the now closed toilet seat and yanked at my hair painfully.

I welcomed the pain, wanting nothing more than to pull the images of a bloodied and bruised Isabella from my mind. Conjuring up images of Felix was child´s play compared to the things I´d seen James McGowan do. He was one sick and twisted bastard!

Feeling weak, I stumbled over to the sink and splashed some cool water on my face, and tried to get my accelerated breathing under control. God, I couldn´t even think about her with another man, much less another Dom.

I wasn´t there yet, but someday, I knew that I had to thank my sister for bringing Isabella and I together. I just didn´t know when that would be!

When I was able to get my breathing under control, I rinsed my mouth out and headed back into the kitchen. I grabbed a bottle of Merlot from the wine refrigerator, two glasses and made my way into the living room.

My breath caught, as I paused to take in a view that I would never tire of. Isabella was standing in front of the balcony doors looking out onto the never-ending view of Seattle that my condo offered.

Each of the rooms in my condo, with the exception of my playroom, had an entire wall made of glass, as well as a balcony to step onto, for a panoramic view of the city. It was one of the main reasons I´d chosen to live here in the first place. She looked as if this was her daily routine of winding down after a long day at work. Something she used to will away the stress of a long day.

If only I could convince her that this was where she belonged. Be it standing by my side or kneeling at my feet, her place was with me. Always!

That was a sight I prayed would never go away, I had to bite my tongue to keep from pleading with her to move in with me permanently. Slowdown, Casanova, its too soon. We don´t know the extent of what she´s been through.

First, we need to find out exactly what happen with that pussy of an ex-husband, and second, we don´t know if she´s even interested in anything more than being our sub. We don´t want to scare her away! Not after we´ve waited so long to make her ours!

Once again, I was shocked by the ability of the deviant to think with common sense. Truth be told, I didn´t know how Isabella felt about me – after such a traumatic experience – maybe she wasn´t ready to jump into another relationship so soon. I won´t lie and say that the thought of her not returning my feelings didn´t sting, but like so many other things; it too had to be filed away for another day. Taking it slow, remember!

"Helloooo... earth to Edward." It wasn´t until I heard Isabella´s sweet voice that I realized I was openly gawking at her. "Where were you just now? I´ve been calling your name, but you seemed to be on another planet." Her brow was creased as if she was trying to solve and ancient mystery.

I felt my face heat up at being caught and took a shot at answering truthfully, "Sorry, I got caught up enjoying the beautiful view," I responded with a smirk.

Turning to face the wall of windows again, she sighed in contentment. "It is breathtaking, isn´t it?" she asked wistfully. "It kind of reminds me of my condo back in New York. I´m lucky enough to have a pretty good view of Manhattan," her eyes glowed with pride as she described her condo. Her next words shocked me. "Umm... you should come with me to visit sometime, I´d love to show you around."

"Yeah, I´d like to think so," I responded just as wistful. It was apparent we were referring to two different views. Clearly, she didn´t see herself the way I did, just one more thing to add to my growing list of things to work on; hopefully, when I was done, she would feel beautiful and loved. "I think I´d like that," I agreed to her invitation with an edge of hope to my tone. "I´ve been to New York for work a few times, but very rarely do I get out to explore the city. It would be nice to see the sights with someone who knew the lay of the land." Popping the cork on the wine, I did an internal fist pump as the deviant sang, "we´re going to New York with Isabella!" over and over again in my head. I set the bottle on the table to breath, while I put on some music.

While the sounds of Kenny G floated quietly throughout the room, I moved to start a fire. I was hoping that the quiet ambiance would help to somewhat lighten the mood and help to make Isabella feel more comfortable. I wanted her to open up and let me in, and maybe even convince her to let me help with her healing process.

I turned around to see my beautiful angel curled up on the couch holding two glasses of wine. She looked so at home, in a soft pink tank top and matching yoga pants; I was hoping that it wasn´t just a look and that she was comfortable here... with me, in my home. "Wine?" she asked holding up the glass. Comfortable... check!

"Thank you." My hand grazed her fingers and the ever-present electrical current was back. I wondered if she felt it too? I took a seat next to her, but made sure to keep a little distance; I didn´t want her to feel overwhelmed. "Uh... Isabella," she quirked an eyebrow, "I mean, Bella," I grinned sheepishly. "I just want to start by saying, I´m sorry." She opened her mouth to interrupt, but I held my hand up to stop her. "I do owe you an apology for the way I acted tonight. I am a seasoned and responsible Dominant, and tonight, I didn´t display either of those qualities." I confessed feeling disgusted with myself for losing control.

"Edward..." she started, but I raised my hand to cut her off before she could go any farther.

"No, Bella," I said, placing my glass on the table and reaching for the hand that wasn´t holding her wine. "I knew that when you immediately fell into submissive mode that´s how you needed to process what happened, but I took advantage of your trust and the situation. Instead of being a good Dom and taking care of your needs, I let my dick take over and failed to place your needs before my own." I gently squeezed her tiny hand, hoping to convey through my touch just how sorry I was. "God, I´m such a fucking monster!" Breathing deeply, I ran my free hand through my unruly mane, "when I think about what could have happened if you hadn´t safe-worded and brought me back to my senses." I shuddered at the thought of how much pain I could have caused her unintentionally. "I swear to God, I had no idea; when Alice told me that you had no experience being a sub, I didn´t realize she meant no experience... WHATSOEVER!" My self-loathing was becoming too much and I was unable to stay seated.

I paced the length of my living room in agitation. How could I ever convince her to be my submissive after what I´d done; I didn´t trust myself, how could I expect her to trust me? Glaring out onto the city, I suddenly felt the tension slowly melt away as her tiny hand wrapped around my bicep.

Indescribable warmth spread throughout my entire body, somehow I knew that it would take some time, but we´d get there. "Hey, stop being so hard on yourself," she said sternly. "I may not have a lot of sexual experience, but I am a pretty good judge of character, I trusted you to take care of me... and you didn´t do anything that I didn´t want you to do. Safe and consensual remember! I felt safe with you and I pretty much gave you all the consent you needed, when I asked you to put your dick in my mouth. So would you stop with the apologies already; you didn´t do anything wrong! Well, maybe just one thing," she told me looking away.

I took my thumb and forefinger and gently pushed her chin up, so that I could see her eyes. "And what was the one thing I did to offend you, Ms. Swan?" I asked huskily, purposely using her maiden name. I was rewarded with her signature blush, but she still didn´t answer my question. Leaning in closer so that we were just barely touching, I whispered into her ear. "You´re blushing, Ms. Swan, now I´m intrigued about what it is that you´re keeping from me. Don´t make me punish you." I threatened and bit down lightly on her earlobe.

Her breath hitched loudly and I could feel her leaning into my touch, "hanging..." she breathed. "You left me hanging."

I threw my head back and chuckled darkly, "oh my naughty, naughty girl, the things I would like to do to you." I skimmed my nose lightly along the pulse point on her neck; the heady scent of lavender was making me feel intoxicated. Her soft moan let me know that I had her exactly where I wanted her. "But I regret to inform you that will have to wait until after we talk. I´m nothing if not a smart man; I tend to learn from my mistakes and try not to make the same ones twice.

She let her head fall into my shoulder and groaned. "Do we have to," she whined. "I was just hoping we could skip that part."

"Bella," I paused waiting for her to look up. "As much as I want to pick up where we left off... we need to talk. Any relationship should be built on a solid foundation, and communication is the glue that holds it all together. If you decide you that you still want to be my sub, then you´re going to have to communicate with me."

"Do you still want me?" she asked looking down at her hands. She had no idea just how much I wanted her.

Yeah, I know, save it for later!

I cupped her cheek and stroked it lightly with my thumb, "I´ll always want you, Bella."

_FtLoD_

Three hours and an entire bottle of whine later, I was seething, having learned what that piece of shit had put Isabella through. The only bright side to the whole fucking story was that it was being annulled and it would be like that fucked up fiasco never happened.

Even though it was a sore subject for her, she opened up to me with minimal coaxing. It was so easy to talk to her; it was as if this was an everyday occurrence for us. Something else that just proves we belong together! I was a little more than pissed at my sister at the moment, but I must say that I enjoyed hearing about O.G.J.B. - Operation Get Jacob Black.

Yeah, the little pixie was diabolical!

Never fuck with the ones she loved!

I couldn´t believe that bastard cheated on her at their wedding reception of all places! Who the fuck in their right mind does that! I knew that Isabella was a proud person and though I felt sorry for what she´d been through; right now, my pity would be the opposite of helpful. Never had I felt so helpless in all my life, than in that moment as she quietly cried into my chest, while I secretly planned the demise of one, Jacob Black.

Not that I was complaining, but the more Isabella opened up to me, the closer her body had inched towards me. It broke my heart to hear her say that she felt like she could never trust another man enough to give him her heart away again. She said initially, she wanted Alice to find her a Dom, because all she was interested in was a weekend arrangement. Basically, she was telling me that she had given up on love. So, am I reading too much into it or does it feel like she´s straddling the fence and considering changing her mind? I just had to get her to see me as more than just a Dom... but how?

How was I going to fix this? How could I make her see that all men weren´t the same? Better yet, how could I convince her that I wasn´t the same and to give me a chance to show her how it felt to be loved by someone who would worship her like she deserved to be worshiped?

She was currently nestled in the crook of my arm with her eyes closed, humming along with Kenny G´s ´The Moment´ as it poured through the room softly from the sound system. And indeed this was the moment, the moment I felt like things between us were beginning to shift, and I planned on stopping at nothing until I proved to Isabella that we belonged together. "I can´t believe that he was engaged to your Dad´s girlfriend´s daughter," I seethed finally breaking the silence. "What a fucking prick! I would love to get my hands on him; he would have a hard time fucking anything on two legs, walking around with his dick in a pickle jar!" I was boiling with rage, so Isabella´s gut busting laughter caught me off guard. I gazed down at her like she´d grown a third eye, and that just caused her to laugh harder. You know what they say, can´t beat em´... join em´! I was now laughing right along with her, but still had no clue as to what was so funny, but Isabella´s hearty laughter was infectious. She was so tickled that she even snorted a time or two. I could finally see her guard coming down completely.

"A pickle jar! Edward, really?" Isabella stuttered between giggles. "Would that be with or without the pickles? The more I try to picture it, the more I...¨ unable to finish her thought, Isabella doubled over in my lap, laughing so hard that tears were coming from her eyes. Of course the anaconda took notice. Stand-up kind of guy that he was! Okay, this time... pun totally intended!

Down boy! Hopefully, we´ll get our chance soon!

"Hey," called Isabella, sobering up from her bout of laughter. "You´re not going to believe who Leah´s little brother is? Seth, you remember him, don´t you? You and your dad took care of him for Charlie." I smacked my forehead as realization of whom she was speaking of dawned on me. "FYI, my friend, I am sooo jealous of that truck you guys gave him for Christmas." she teased grinning from ear to ear. "He loved it!"

Damn!

I was so busy planning that asshole´s demise that I completely missed the connection between Sue and her daughter. It´s hard to believe that the girl Isabella had described as Jacob´s – by the way that´s the douche´s name - other fiancé, was even remotely related to Sue and Seth.

Seth, was a great kid, who I´d had the pleasure of caring for, when he was stung by a dead jellyfish while playing on the beach. He´d stolen Carlisle´s heart and mine immediately; we never missed a birthday or Christmas, since we´d met him three and a half years ago.

I was just thankful that he was able to make a full recovery without any long-term effects. "God I can´t believe I didn´t remember that, it´s hard to wrap my head around the fact that the selfish bitch you just described to me was even related to them." I scoffed. "Sue is really sweet and Seth is a great kid, your dad really loves them." I admitted. "Which reminds me, I´m past due for a visit to Forks, maybe we can go before I go back to work." I offered. "Carlisle and I take turns going down to visit him every couple of months, when our schedules permit. I heard they opened a new go-kart track in Port Angeles, so, I don´t know... maybe we could take him... together?" I looked up and she had the strangest expression on her face; I couldn´t tell what she was thinking. "What?"

"You," she said simply.

"What about me?" I asked confused.

"Everything," she responded, cupping my face between her soft hands and kissing me sweetly on the lips. "You, Dr. Edward Anthony Masen Cullen, are an extraordinary man." I looked into her eyes and found myself spinning in a whirlpool of deep chocolate. Drawn to her like a moth to a flame, I leaned in slowly closing the distance between us; I could taste her sweet wine tinged breath on my tongue. Her eyes fluttered close, in what I hoped was anticipation.

Just as my lips made contact with hers the house phone started shrieking loudly. Are you fucking kidding me! Talk about bad fucking timing! The house phone had rung as well as my cell phone, several times throughout the course of the night, but we had easily ignored it; I´m sure if I´d given her time to collect her belongings, Isabella´s phone would have been going off too. "You do know that they are going just keep calling, don´t you?" she giggled into my neck. The vibrations went straight to my cock. That was my new favorite sound, it was like music to my ears; another item added to my ever growing list of things I loved about Isabella Swan. "I at least should call your mom, seeing how she still has my dog. I would hate for to think I´m irresponsible and trying to take advantage of her generosity."

"Who cares," I replied as I rubbed soothing circles on the palm of one of her hands, enjoying the way her lips moved when she spoke. "They should have thought about that before they did what they did," I told her dryly. "And as far as my mother is concerned, you have nothing to worry about. She would never think such a thing of you, besides it´s late; I´m sure that´s nobody but the meddling pixie calling at this hour of the night." I huffed. I was still at a crossroad where Alice was concerned, since she was clearly the mastermind behind this entire little debacle. I wasn´t sure if I wanted to kill her or kiss her? Only time would tell!

"Not that I´m disagreeing with you," she defended, "but my condo... is in New York. If I don´t forgive Ali, I´m kind of homeless in Seattle... if you know what I mean." Homeless my ass! That will never happen, not on my watch!

"Homeless?" I asked in mock horror. "What kind of gentleman would I be, if I didn´t provide you with shelter in your time of need?" I asked placing my hand over my wounded heart. "Bella, I´m shocked that you think I would send you out into the cold and lonely streets of Seattle to fend for yourself! What kind of man would that make me?" Isabella quickly pulled her feet up from the floor and tucked them underneath her body, as if a great white shark was swimming around my living room. She giggled at my baffled expression. "What?"

"Its too..." clenching her sides, as her shoulders shook with laughter, "deep... the shit´s too deep. Don´t quit your day job, Buddy, cause you suck at acting!" Appalled at her finding humor in my obvious attempt at chivalry, I decided to retaliate the best way I knew how... tickling. I remembered Emmett tickling her unmercifully when she was younger; my dick would harden and I´d be enraged with jealousy, because he was touching her and I couldn´t. Funny how things have changed! Without warning, I attacked my poor defenseless beauty, relentless in my mission; Isabella´s peals of laughter vibrating off the walls of my living room, was music to my ears. "Pu... puh... please...!" she gasped and squealed in between laughs. "Uncle... Uncle!"

I pinched her on each side one more time, before I relented and ended my attack on her body. "Next time you´ll just thank me for my offer," I pinched again, "and not bruise my ego." I was laughing right along with Isabella and somehow had ended up on top of her, in a very compromising position. Before I could move, my very hard dick decided to take advantage of the situation, by twitching against her hot center. Do you always have to embarrass me?

Isabella´s giggle caught in her throat as her eyes widened, apparently, she´d felt it too. I couldn´t hold back the moan that escaped my lips, when I felt her pelvis press against my rock hard cock. "Bella," I hissed as I slowly rolled my hips into her hot core. "You´re not making this easy." Her eyes slowly rolled back into her head, as she wrapped her legs around my waist, easily opening herself up to me more. "Fuck... you are going to be the death of me," I growled picking up the pace and adding a little more pressure. I was full on dry humping her on my sofa, could life get any better than this?

"Uhh, yes, it can! You could park me in the nice ladies warm garage!" my dick ranted impatiently. "I´m fucking cold and lonely!"

"Edward, please," she begged wantonly. How could I deny her, when she sounded so needy! Then give her what she wants! What we all want! Fuck her, already! As much as that thought delighted me, I couldn´t just take her in my living room... on my sofa! Why the fuck not?

Because, Jackass, she´s a virgin!

Enough said!

The incessant chatter of the deviant caused me to sober, and for a split second; I was able to think clearly. "Bellaaaa," I groaned painfully, as my cock pressed against her clit. "I can´t, we have to stop." Sadly I pulled away and righted myself, breaking any and all contact. I wasn´t expecting the severe look of pain and rejection I saw briefly in her eyes, before she hid behind her wall of hair. "Bella, we shouldn´t..." I started before she abruptly cut me off and stood to her feet, heading towards what I hoped would soon be her submissive´s room.

"Edward, don´t... just don´t say it," she paused before heading down the short hallway. "Thanks for an incredible night; I´m just going to get dressed and call Ali to come and get me. I´ll have whatever I wear home cleaned and sent back to you." I was so confused as to what happened that I just say there with my mouth gaping open like a fish.

Can someone explain to me what the fuck just happened?

"Ooo, ooo, pick me," the deviant sang. "I can tell you exactly what happened dickhead! You´re running hot and cold that´s what the fuck keeps happening!"

Hot and cold! How was I running hot and cold?

Oh, I don´t know... maybe because you ram your dick down her throat one minute, grow a conscience the next, then turn around and dry hump her like a horny teenager right before you once again grow a conscience! What the fuck was your excuse this time? Are you saving yourself for marriage? Man... you are such a fucking idiot!

"Fuck!" I growled to no one in particular as I tugged at my hair wildly. What the fuck was I going to do now? She wanted to fucking leave! What could I do to make her want to stay?

Go to her! Make her see that you want her, but you want her first time special!

I do?

Yeah, fuckface, you do!

Now get your lousy ass in there and give her a reason to stay! I didn´t have time to second-guess myself. Jumping to my feet I rushed down the hallway, praying I would be able to change her mind.

When I turned the corner and peered into the room; I half expected to see Isabella moving around in a flurry of activity, wanting to get as far away from me as possible, but instead she was lying in a crumpled heap across the center of the bed. Can you blame her? Not really... My knees buckled as I took in her broken and trembling form as she wept silently. Arghhh... I´d fucked up yet again!

Look at what you´ve done! the deviant chastised. She thinks that you don´t want her! Stop gawking and show her how you feel! You´ve witnessed more times that not tonight that your words mean nothing! Show her!

Finally, my brain caught up to my body and I lithely moved to join her on the bed. My movements were so swift and unexpected that I had her pinned and at my mercy with little effort. "Isabella," I breathed huskily into her hair. "Do you feel what you´ve done to me?" I asked pressing my stainless steel cock into the crease of her ass. "I told you that I´d always want you." I felt a shiver run through her body and her breath hitched. "Never... thrust... doubt... thrust... how... thrust... you... thrust... make... thrust... me... thrust... feel!" The weight of my body punctuated each of my words, as I pressed her soft figure into the mattress.

"Edward..." she began, but I halted her speech, not wanting words to get in the way this time.

"Shhh," I hissed. "Don´t! Let me make you feel better; let me show how good I can make you feel." She whimpered and writhed beneath me and I took that as my cue to continue. I slid her pants down her slender legs, taking her panties along with them. Discarding them on the floor, I leaned in and inhaled the heady scent of her arousal. Her pussy lips were swollen and glistened with her mouthwatering juices. "God, you smell so good, pussycat," I groaned.

No longer able to resist the tantalizing buffet spread before me, I gripped each one of her thighs, opening her up to me and took the tip of my tongue and ran it up the slit of her dripping pussy. The low keening noises she made, caused my dick to grow harder, as if that was even fucking possible. I made a few more swipes with my tongue, before pulling her clit between my teeth, teasing and tormenting the sensitive numb mercilessly. "Aaaa... please..." she mewled sexily. "God, please... don´t stop...!" She tried to escape my grasp and thrust her hips back into my eager tongue, but I was having none of that. I was in control, and I needed to remind my little naughty girl of that fact.

Thwack!

"Hold still... thwack... thwack... don´t make me have to restrain you!" I whispered gruffly in her ear. The pink tinge of my handprint on her rounded cheeks, reminded me of last night in the playroom; I couldn´t wait to see my naughty little girl like that again. "If you won´t behave, I´ll have to stop, and leave you without release! Is that what my naughty girl wants... hmm... to go to bed without her treat?" I bit down on her ass and caused her to scream. "Answer me!"

"Ahh... no Sir," she squealed, "please... I need to... ahh... I need to cum... please!" I knew that she was sensitive from all of tonight´s starting and stopping, but that was no reason for her to forget my rules.

It seemed that my little girl was forgetting her place and needed a bit of reminding. I flipped her body over quickly and with minimal effort I had her tank top above her head, constricting her arms and blocking her vision. Fuck me! She wasn´t wearing a bra! "Tsk... tsk... tsk..." I clicked my tongue. "My naughty girls seems to be forgetting her manners," I teased. "Ask me again, properly," I commanded, blowing warm air against her taunt little peaks and watching in rapt fascination as her nipples pebbled and turn a dusty rose color.

I waited for to realize her mistake. I knew she was still learning, but she hadn´t had a problem remembering to use third person when speaking to me in the playroom; I wanted to give her a chance to rectify the mishap, before I had to remind her.

Maybe just a little persuasion would help to jar her failing memory. I bit down on one of her perky little buds while my fingers roughly pinched the other; she was writhing and thrashing her body trying to rub her legs together. I wedged myself between her thighs halting her movements and without warning used my middle finger to enter her slick heat. "Fuckkkkk!" she cried. "This girl... haaa... haaa..." she panted. "Ungh... this girl... Sir, please... this girl needs permission to cum." She fought wildly against the restraint of her shirt and bucked her hips as much as she could into my finger. Fuck she was so tight! I couldn´t wait to have my dick nestled deep into her tight little cavern.

"Fuck, pussycat," I panted as I was slipping another finger into her swollen folds. "I can´t wait until it´s my dick pumping in and out of or your tight little pussy. You feel so fucking good on my fingers." I hissed into her neck, as she whined and begged me for release. "You like that girl, don´t you? How I fuck you with my thick digits. If you like how that feels, just imagine my thick cock slamming into that tight little hole of yours, in and out, until all you can think about is my cock, balls deep in that tight fucking cunt of yours." I could feel the pre-cum oozing from my swollen dick, surely; the head was a deep purple by now, seeing that all the blood flow in my body was pumping to that particular region.

"Harder... please Sir... I need more..." she whined agitatedly. Unable to deny her anything, I began to pump my fingers in and out of her at a fierce pace, while my thumb toyed with her throbbing nub. The walls of her pussy fluttered, drawing my fingers in deeper. She cried wantonly as I massaged her beloved g-spot "Yesss... yess... right there... aaaa...!" she sang out in low guttaral moan, almost sounding like a wild animal. "Sir... may this girl touch you please?"

What?

Is she serious?

Of course you can touch me pussycat!

"Noooo!" the deviant screamed, causing me to pout mentally.

Why the fuck not? She did ask nicely!

"Focus, Dickhead!" the deviant huffed. "Haven´t you fucked up enough for one night? This was supposed to be about her, and her needs! For being suck a damn asshole all night, you can jerk off later! Now make her fucking cum!

Damn!

Was it just me or were my orgasms being controlled by the sick bastard residing in my head?

Awkward!

I latched my lips onto her neck and sucked the tender flesh into my mouth; I knew I hadn´t earn the right to, but I couldn´t stop myself from marking her. I wanted the world to know that this angel was mine. My dick had found a happy place rubbing against her thigh, and I could feel my orgasm building. Wanting us to cum together, I continued to deny her release.

The shirt became a hindrance when I realized, I wanted what was denied me in the playroom, the pleasure of looking into her beautiful mocha orbs, as she came undone by my hand. I ripped the shirt away in one tug and commanded her to look at me. "Don´t you dare close your fucking eyes!" I demanded as I watched her fight to keep them from rolling back in her head. "I want to see what I do to you. I want to see the look in your eyes as you cum all over my fucking hand." I watched, mesmerized as her mocha eyes darkened to a deep rich chocolate color. Fuck! I was so close that the sight nearly made me shoot my load. "Fuck, pussycat," I grunted, "I´m so fucking close... ungh... fuck... I can feel the walls of your sweet pussy clamping down on my fingers. Does my pussycat want to cum? Do you want to watch me, while I drink from your sweet little fountain?"

"Aaaa... fuck, fuck, fuckkkkk!" she screamed. "Please... this girl needs... arghhhh... too much... can´t... ungh... hold it... so fucking good!" She was so fucking beautiful, babbling nonsensical word, as her body glowed with a light sheen of sweat. "Please... please... pleaseeeeeeee!"

Her begging sent me flying over the cliff and my body was rock with an orgasm that was so powerful that it was almost painful. "Holy fucking shit! Cum with me pussycat... ungh... nowwwww!" The look in her eyes as they widened with surprise and relief while she let go for me will be forever burned into my memory.

Never would she look at another man the way she looked at me in that moment, when time stopped and the world ceased to exist. There was only the two of us greedily taking what the other had to offer. "Arghhhh... oh Goddddd!" she cried. "Pleaseeee... its... yessss!" she hissed as I pulled my fingers from her tight hole and to rid my fingers of her sweet nectar.

Not satisfied with just a taste, I dove into her swollen core and drank all the sweetness she had to offer. Her pussy clenched my tongue as I fucked her hard and fast with my mouth. I was determined to make her cum at least one more time tonight. "Fuck, you taste so good... don´t hold back pussycat," I encouraged. "Give me some more of that sweet nectar. I want you to cum again for me," I breathed into her slit. I flattened my tongue and ran it the entire length of her pussy a few times, coaxing her to another release.

Her head thrashed from side to side as she tried to fight off her impending release. I knew that the intensity scared her, but she trusted me to take care of her, so I knew she wouldn´t let me down. "Sirrrr..." she moaned deeply. "Its too... too... aaa... God its just too much..." she was absolutely stunning. I watched as sweat trickled down her stomach into the valley of her belly button. She was going to fall, and fall hard.

Remembering how much she liked it when I ordered her to spank her pussy, I began tapping lightly, increasing the force behind each tap as I progressed. The animalistic sounds coming from some deep place within her was causing my dick to come back to life.

Never had my body responded to another woman like it was doing to Isabella´s. "Ungh... I´m so fucking hard again, just looking at how red your pussy is, is making my cock leak." I said through gritted teeth. "I want to cum all over those beautiful tits, pussycat." I breathed, wanting nothing more than to see her covered with my seed. "You want me to shoot my load on those sweet little mounds of yours?" I taunted as I whipped out my rock hard member and replaced my hand with it. Each time the head of my swollen dick made contact with her clit, a bolt of electricity would shoot through my entire body.

One, two, three more slaps and I watched her body rise from the bed, almost in slow motion, her back bent in a perfect arch, leaving only the ends of her long chestnut hair touching the bed. If I didn´t know any better, I would say, it almost looked painful. "Ughhhhhh," she let out in a deep groan. Her body relaxed and arched a few more times as her orgasm continued to rock her body, before it went completely limp.

The vision of her sheer perfection sent me into a tailspin of my own. Cum shot like a rocket from the head of my dick, coating her chest like a thick cream. "Ugh... ugh... ughhhhhhh..." I grunted. The muscles in my arm tightened, as I fought to support my weight. I was utterly exhausted as my lengthy orgasm finally came to an end. Never had I remembered cumming so hard in my life, my body collapsed to side of Isabella´s; I needed a moment to catch my breath.

As we both lay there, willing the oxygen to once again flow through our spent bodies, I realized that there was no way I could just go back to just existing. Not after what had taken place in this room tonight. I also knew that we still had a lot to discuss before we could jump into a Dom/sub relationship.

I´d promised Isabella in my office that I would always be honest with her. This meant that I had to come clean about my feelings, if I wanted us to have a chance at something more.

The wheels in my head began to turn, conjuring up the perfect setting to have a conversation like that and hopefully, collect the virtuous gift she´d offered me earlier. The deviant was right. I´m always right, the voice in question mocked, but what specifically was I right about this time?

I do want Isabella´s first time to be special, and I planned to make it a night that she would never forget. After, I confess my true feelings for her; I was planning on wining and dining her with a romantic evening for two. I was considering locations in my head, when Isabella´s whimpering snapped me back to the present. "Stay with me please," she whined softly. I was so lost in my own thoughts that I didn´t realize my angel had fallen asleep.

I brushed the hair back that was sticking to her damp skin and my heart clenched. Was this the way she was last night? Did she call out for me as she tossed restlessly? I buried my nose in her damp tresses and breathed in her scent.

She smelled heavily of sex, sweat, and lavender. A salty sweet combination that warmed my soul. "Never, Angel," I whispered to her sleeping form. "I´ll always be here, to catch you when you fall." I promised with deep sincerity.

My stiff muscles protested as I moved off the bed, I groaned as I removed the sticky sweat soaked pants from my body. I quickly cleaned myself up and wet a washcloth with warm water, so I could do the same to Isabella. My pussycat was completely out of it as I washed away all traces of my spunk from her body.

When I passed the damp cloth between her pussy lips, she hissed. It wasn´t painful, but she would be a little tender when she woke up, especially, since she fell asleep before I could get her into the tub. I placed a loving kiss on her swollen clit, before returning the washcloth to the bathroom.

I grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of boxers from my room, not wanting her to awake frightened and naked. After I slipped on my boxers, I dressed her in the shirt as she continued to sleep deeply. It took little effort to get her situated under the covers; her soft body was as light as a feather. I crawled in behind her and spooned her closely to my chest – she fit perfectly in my arms.

I sighed as a new feeling of contentment washed over me. This is how it was supposed to be last night, me holding her tightly in reassurance as she slept peacefully in my arms. I yawned as my body gave way to the fatigue of the last 24 hrs. I was exhausted and finally felt the makings of a blissful night of sleep as Isabella´s soft snoring lulled me into unconsciousness.

Her body molded perfectly with my own, if this was a dream, then I never wanted to wake, were my last thoughts before I succumbed to the darkness. My arms automatically drew Isabella in a little tighter, when somewhere deep my subconscious I heard her whispering, "Edward... love you."

Huh?

Okay, so I hoped you guys liked what I did with it! Dr. Domward wanted to show Bella he was not above admitting when he´s wrong. On the other site, someone questioned why he was in Dom mode in her room, when it is her free space. That is true the room is hers, but he can chose to initiate play anywhere he chooses, it´s up to Bella to safeword or tell him... not tonight I´ve got a headache! She could have stopped him at anytime, but let´s be for real, if he was doing the same things to us, we wouldn´t have given a flying $%& where we were. Can I get an amen? Lol! So after you put on a fresh pair of undies, leave me some love. I can wait! Lol! Until next time...

Laterzzz:)

Krazi & Mojo

xoxo

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That ought to hold you till I get back! lol!

Laterzzz pets:)

~Krazi & Mojo~