A/N: So my neighborhood got flooded and we got displaced. It was on the news and everything. I went to a family reunion, and when I got back my computer died on me. I had a funeral for it and everything. But long story short it's been a hell of a couple of weeks. Sorry guys! If anyone's still reading this I hope you enjoyed this chapter and again sorry for the eternity long wait.

Passion

"It was the wildness of it that got me going: the primal lust, the sheer needs of two people in heat, quickly finding ways to express their sacred hunger to each other in animal passion." ― Fiona Thrust

"You met my mother," he said. A blanket statement.

"You wanted me to try." He said his voice low. "This is me…trying."

X

I was on my knees.

Again.

It seemed like I was always on my knees.

Waiting.

Constantly waiting.

I couldn't see.

Which was new.

'Sensory deprivation to enhance pleasure' he said.

It worked.

I'd been dripping onto the floor, as I waited.

And waited.

And waited.

My knees pressing into the marble floor.

Which was also new.

We weren't in the bedroom, or the living room or even the kitchen where all of our usual scenes had taken place.

He'd finally let me in.

The smooth black wooden door I'd noticed on my first night here apparently was also a special part of him. He'd put in the code on the key pad and he'd introduced me to a world I didn't even know existed.

A world that held an infinite amount of pleasure for me in it.

I could hear the floor outside the door creak.

My Master was here.

The door didn't make a sound as he opened it but the swift change in air let me know he was with me.

I listened for his movements as he moved about the room.

Presumably watching me.

Always watching me.

It seemed like forever before I heard him approach me. The air becoming denser, hotter with tension.

I could feel his hand on top of my head, stroking my hair, falling down the side of my head to grab my chin.

"Are you ready Isabella?"

I didn't even need to think about it.

I was always ready for him.

"Yes Master."

Earlier that day

"Si, lo so. No, non posso oggi, non è possibile. Va bene ... sì ... farlo accadere fratello."

"Aro?" I called out.

"I'm in here piccolo."

When I walked into his bedroom I could see him slipping his white button down on.

"You're leaving?"

"Yes I need to go look at the quarterly reports today," he answered buttoning his shirt.

"Arooooo," I said stepping closer to him and running my hands down his chest.

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

His gaze darkened as his eyes settled on me.

"And what would that be Isabella?"

I leaned up, pressing my body clad in only a thin night shirt against his chest and pressed my lips to his neck.

"You promised me dinner tonight Aro," I whispered into his ear before biting the lobe.

"Merda," he whispered the word slipping from his lips as my hand slid down heading toward his rapidly hardening cock.

He grabbed my hand before I could get there, his fingers tightening around my wrist.

"I have to go to the office tesoro."

I frowned sure that my seduction should have worked.

He drew my pouting bottom lip between his teeth and bit it before sucking it into his mouth.

"But you're more than welcome to come with me."

"You want to show me your business?" I asked.

That felt like a big step.

Even to me.

"I want to show you everything tesoro," he said his lips grazing across my forehead softly.

I leaned against him, just breathing him in. Ever since the night he took me to see that little family in the old country he'd been softer.

I liked it.

The new Aro.

"I would but your mother invited me to tea, and Dora's going. I haven't seen her in a while."

"Tea at my mother's? A party not to be missed I'm sure."

He finished getting dressed while I watched from the bed, slipping his Armani coat over his shoulders.

"Dinner tonight?" I reminded him.

"Dinner," he said kissing me on my lips softly before heading to the door.

"Be ready by six."

X

"Più tè signora?"

"No thank you, I'm fine."

"You learning Italiano Isabella?"

"I'm trying. If I stay here I may as well learn the language too."

"What do you mean if you stay?" Dora asked as she sat down with her tea.

"Well, when I came to Italy it was never with the intention to stay permanently. Just a break before University started."

"Yes, but that was before-,"

"Yes before Aro I know." I said interrupting her.

"So what do you plan to do sweetheart?" Adalina asked joining in. "Because whether my son has said so or not he loves you dear, and I cannot imagine what would happen to him if you were to leave."

"I know he has a growing affection for me. I can tell that from the time we've spent together but love? I'm not so sure about that," I said as I still vividly remembered him telling me he would never love me back.

"Don't be insecure Isabella. You forget that I've seen him both with Scarlett and with you. While yes at the time it looked like he loved her, I can say now that it was mostly blind infatuation. He cares for you, deeply. Do not mistake that."

I didn't respond.

I couldn't.

What would I say?

That in a moment of anger he had specifically told me that he wouldn't ever love me.

So I stayed silent.

I took another sip of my tea and turned to Adalina's housekeeper.

"Più latte si prega."

X

I was sliding my foot into my Louboutin heel when Aro walked into the bedroom.

"You're not ready yet," he said leaning against the wall by my vanity.

"It's not six yet," I quipped back.

"Five fifty-three. Playing it close are we not?"

I closed the buckle on my heel and stood to face him.

I wore the new dress he'd bought a few days earlier. It was a deep forest green. Tight and backless.

Aro had good taste.

His collar was still in place around my neck.

Whether we were playing or not he asked that I not remove it.

So I didn't.

I stepped closer to him and pressed my hands against his chest, leaning into his neck.

"Hai un profumo così buono," I whispered into his ear and I could physically feel the shiver that took hold of his body.

"I do believe you learning Italiano will be the death of me Isabella."

"You're strong Aro, I do believe you can handle it," I said and ran my tongue up the side of his neck.

I could feel his hands tightening with tension from their place at the small of my back.

"We do not have time for me to have you properly Isabella. I do not wish to be rushed when it comes to giving you pleasure."

"Will we have time tonight? Mi manchi," I said my hands moving of their own accord towards his pants.

"We will have all of the time we need sweet one now come, I do not wish to be late."

By the time we got to the restaurant I was convinced that Aro was intent on torturing me.

As soon as I'd sat in the seat he whispered into my ear, "I wish to have a little taste," before his hands were everywhere.

Up my dress.

Wrapped around my neck.

His mouth forceful against mine.

Punishing bruising kisses.

His hands rough against my thighs spearing them apart.

His fingers ripping my panties from me and shoving them into his pocket before thrusting them inside of me.

One.

Two.

Three.

Twisting and turning them.

His thumb rubbing and flicking my clit back and forth.

Reaching deep inside of me to that spongy spot that would shatter me into oblivion.

"Can you cum for me sweetheart? Hmmm?"

I couldn't speak. The words caught so deep in my throat, behind my cries and moans of passion.

"Can you make your sweet little pussy cum for me?"

I was close.

So unbelievably close.

I could feel the wave crashing over me.

He pulled one finger from inside of me and before I could complain he pushed it into the back of me and a came with a scream.

Grabbing the back of Aro's neck I crushed my lips to his, moaning out my pleasure into his mouth.

I pulled back from him to see his lips wide and his eyes filled with mirth.

"Satisfied?" I asked.

He smiled and lightly placed his lips on mine.

"I believe I should be asking you that tesoro."

He pulled his fingers from inside of me and wiped them on his handkerchief before opening his door.

"Come sweetheart, before we miss our reservation."

We were seated in the middle of the restaurant.

A live orchestra played softly overhead of us on the balcony and guests casually stared as we were lead to our table.

It seemed that Aro Volturi garnered attention everywhere he went.

"Posso ottenere voi e la signora qualcosa da bere Mr. Volturi?"

"Sì, una bottiglia del vostro Pérignon Rosé se potessi."

"Sì subito sir."

"Champagne Aro? Are we celebrating something?"

His eyes softened as he looked at me.

"No…I just wish to enjoy this. Do you object?"

I shook my head no softly.

I couldn't deny him anything.

Our waiter had just begun to pour the champagne into my glass when a clicking of heels across the floor caught my attention.

I turned towards the noise and there on the arm of Edward Cullen was Scarlett.

She was dressed to the nines in what was assuredly a designer cocktail dress. Her flaming red hair big and curly around her head.

Scarlett Gosgavarian was stunning.

And as our eyes connected across the restaurant I knew she was headed our way.

"Aro." I whimpered out about to warn him of their impending arrival but Edward interrupted me before I could.

"Bella?"

I looked up and there they were, standing right next to us.

"Hello Edward."

"Mr. Volturi," he said holding out his hand for Aro to shake.

Aro stood to shake his hand but the fury in his eyes was easy to read.

"I see we meet yet again Mr. Cullen."

"Yes, well there's only so much to do in this town. I'd like you both to meet someone Bella, Mr. Volturi, this is my date Scarlett."

Not to be out done I stood up and leaned into Aro who wrapped his arm around my waist.

"Yes, we've met." I said speaking for both Aro and I.

"You all know each other?" Edward asked hopelessly out of the loop.

"Yes Ms. Gosgavarian and I have known each other for quite some time," Aro quipped.

Scarlett blushed and I wanted to strangle her.

"Hello Aro how have you been?" she asked her voice softening under his gaze.

"Perfect," he said looking at me, "Absolutely perfect."

"Well that's great," she said loudly drawing our attention back to her.

"Well since you're here Aro I was wondering, if you had any openings in your communications department? I'm currently looking for employment."

I wanted to reach across the space between us and drag her by her throat. How dare she offer to work for him after everything that had happened and all the unresolved issues that were still there.

I looked towards Aro and could see the tension in his forehead.

"I do not wish to discuss business tonight."

She nodded her head quickly and her gaze landed on our table.

"Champagne? You two are celebrating?"

Her eyes went to my stomach quickly before looking back at us.

"Good news?" she asked.

"With Isabella, there's always something to celebrate, you two enjoy your evening," he said before guiding me back to my seat and taking his once more.

I waited for them to walk away before I spoke to Aro.

"I do not want her working for you, in any capacity."

He took a sip of his champagne, his eyes lingering on mine as he swallowed slowly, before he spoke.

"I would only not hire Ms. Gosgavarian out of respect for our relationship but because I have no desire to be around her in any aspect of my life."

I could breathe again.

I didn't know why I needed his reassurance that he didn't want Scarlett but I did.

And I believed him.

"Good."

"Good. Do not let them spoil our evening. Much awaits us tonight Isabella," he said before he signaled the waiter over to our table.

And as Aro ordered our dinner I looked over to where Scarlett and Edward had walked off to and made eye contact with her again.

She smiled at me winking before turning her attention back to Edward.

It seemed Ms. Gosgavarian was going to be a problem after all.

X

It was late when we got back home almost nine.

I was just pulling the zipper down on my dress when I felt Aro's hand on mine stopping me.

"Isabella?"

I turned to look at me.

"I realize tonight is not a normal night for us to play but I want to show you something. And if you are agreeable I wish to give you pleasure."

How could I say no to that?

To him.

So I didn't.

"Okay."

He grabbed my hand and lead me down the hall and around the corner from his room. We passed the room I'd stayed in the first night I spent at Aro's home and came to a black wooden door.

The same black wooden door I'd noticed my first night here.

The one with the electronic keypad on the lower left side.

"You are to never enter this room without my permission Isabella," he began turning to me as he spoke.

"The room is set on an automated lock system. Once you close the doors you will not be able to get back in without a code. Three miss-entries and it will shut down completely and I will have to override it with my code. Understand?"

I could feel the shift in the air.

This was no longer my Aro speaking to me.

It was my master an I would address him as such.

"Yes Master."

The pleasure that overtook is gaze let me know I had made the right choice.

"You are extraordinary dear," he breathed out caressing the side of my face.

"Come," he said shuffling me closer to the door.

"Your access code will be 276531."

He put the code into the pad and the door opened with a sharp hiss.

The room was unlike anything I had ever seen.

The back wall of the room was made a glass and you could see the countryside landscape go on for miles and miles.

The entire floor was a dark grey marble that was smooth underneath my feet.

Aro stayed by the door and I walked further into the room. Walking down a few stairs that lead me to a depression in the floor where a steel table sat with drawers on both sides.

There was a wide mirror on the ceiling.

A smooth leather bench with knee placements sat close to the far wall and a large leather cross was on the wall behind me.

I turned back to Aro who was still leaning against the wall by the door. He hadn't said a word since we'd entered the room.

"This is what you wanted to show me?"

"Yes."

I walked around the steel table running my hands across the surface.

It was strong and stable.

"You want to give me pleasure here?" I asked him my eyes still on the table.

He crossed the room in three strides stepping closer to me, pressing the both of us into the table, his mouth mere inches from mine.

"I want to give you everything. But yes, I wish to please you. Right here on my table."

I couldn't say anything but yes.

"Okay."

"I will give you some time to prepare yourself. When I come back I want you naked," he said his hand sliding down and cupping my breast through my dress.

"I want all of your smooth skin on display. I want you to present yourself to me. Show me everything and I will reward you beyond your comprehension."

He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the crook of my neck and turned to leave the room.

"I'll be back in ten minutes Isabella. I suggest you prepare yourself."

Present

He circled around me.

Watching.

Again.

He'd said to present myself to him so that's what I did.

My back was arched ever so slightly. Pressing my chest forward.

My hands clasped together behind me.

My legs wide, my inner thighs pressed against the floor.

I was sure he could see my bare pussy from where he was standing.

I was dripping.

But couldn't do anything to satisfy myself.

"You look delicious Isabella. Sitting there spread out like an offering. But that's what you're doing isn't it? Offering yourself to your Master?"

I said nothing.

Not sure if I was permitted to speak or not.

"Do you want your Master Isabella?"

I nodded my head.

"Good. Stand up."

I scrambled up from my place on the floor gracelessly.

I could hear him approaching me before his hands landed on my shoulders.

"Because I have taken your sight you will need to listen. Follow my voice."

He lifted his hands from my shoulders and began to move.

"I'm right here sweetheart. Follow me." He spoke softly as we crossed the room. He guided my down the three steps I'd crossed earlier before we stopped altogether.

He picked me up and placed me onto what felt like the steel table.

"Lay back."

I did.

"Scoot up."

I did.

The table was long enough that no part of me hung over it.

"What is your safe word," he asked as his hands began to run smoothly up and down my legs.

"Crimson."

"If at any point you feel uncomfortable or are worried for your safety I want you to use your safe word. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master."

"Good girl, good girl."

"You may not speak unless I've asked you an explicit question and you may not cum unless I've given you permission. Understand?"

"Yes Master."

"Good now we will begin."

I could hear him pulling the drawers on the table beside my head open. He pulled a few things out and set them on the table beside me before shutting the drawers.

"Open your legs and bend both of your knees for me."

I followed his instructions and I could feel him tying something around my shin before attaching the same thing to my thigh. He did the same thing to my other leg and spread my legs akimbo.

He pulled my arms above my head and tied both of my forearms together.

"Perfection," he breathed out running his fingers through my wet folds.

"You look so good spread out for me. Look at it," he said before he pulled the blindfold from my face.

It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the light but when they focused I looked into the mirror above my head and my entire face flushed. I was bound and tied for my Master's pleasure. My wetness strewn across my thighs. My lips speared wide open as my Master's fingers lightly probed them.

"You look delicious," he whispered out before his mouth was on me.

His tongue licking and sucking at my wet flesh drawing my clit into his mouth. He dragged his tongue from the back to the front of me before sticking it inside me thrusting back and forth.

The sensation was unlike anything I had ever experienced.

He was eating at me.

Pushing me to my limit.

I wanted to cum.

I needed to cum.

But he hadn't yet given me permission.

He pulled back a few seconds later. Wiping his mouth that shined with my juices.

"I see that your control has improved. I'm impressed Isabella."

I didn't speak, but couldn't stop my body from flushing with pride under his praise.

I had pleased him.

"Keep your head facing the ceiling. I want you to watch me in the mirror."

I didn't move my head as he came to stand to the side of me. Picking up what looked like a black leather riding crop he ran the bottom of it across my chest stopping to flick it over my nipples.

"You know it's been said," he started, sliding the crop down my stomach.

"That with the right amount of stimulation, a woman can achieve orgasm without vaginal or clitoral penetration. I think I'd like to try that tonight would you Isabella?""

"Yes Master."

"Of course I'm not sure if I have the will to resist giving you my cock so we'll just have to do both hmmm?"

And before I could respond to him he delivered three quick smacks with the crop to my wet lips. I went from settled to overstimulated quickly.

He smacked me down there again before he paused mid swing.

"Wait, I think something's missing."

He disappeared from the mirror view, crossing the room and rummaging through some drawers I hadn't yet noticed before he came back.

"This may hurt Isabella, but breathe through the pain to feel the pleasure."

Then he leaned down and sucked my nipple into his mouth.

Pulling and twisting it with his tongue and releasing it only to clamp what he had in his hand onto it.

Nipple clamps.

I should have suspected.

He did the same to the other one and once he was finished, let the weights hang down over the table.

"Breathtaking. Semplicemente mozzafiato," he breathed out before he resumed his teasing taps.

Thighs.

Pussy.

Nipples.

Thighs.

Pussy.

Pussy.

Pussy.

My back arched out in pleasure further weighing down the nipple clamps. I could hear a clambering next to me and Aro rustling with his pants before he entered me in one swift thrust.

"You will not cum until I have, do you understand?" and he didn't even let me answer before he set a brutal punishing pace.

His trusts were vicious, his balls slapping against my skin. His grip on my thighs rough and bruising as he pummeled in and out of me.

"Così buono. Sei poco perfetto. è perfetto il vostro figa," he moaned out and I was too lost in my pleasure filled haze to translate it.

His hand reached up and tugged on one of the clamps and I called out for him, unable to take it anymore.

"Master please. I need to-."

He interrupted me.

"Do not speak!" he demanded, never slowing his thrusts.

He reached up and shoved his fingers into my mouth.

"You will learn to obey Isabella."

He angled my hips down slightly his thrust renewing in their intensity and I shattered. Realizing too late that I had disobeyed him again.

He reached his crest as well my insides warming with the flood of his release.

As soon as he took his fingers from my mouth I began to apologize.

"Master I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to speak and I tried to hold it off I really did I'm sorry!"

He held up his hand stopping my word vomit.

"Be calm piccolino," he said kissing me softly on the lips.

"We'll talk once I've cleaned you up okay."

I nodded my head and watched as he untied my arms and legs rubbing circulation back into them as he went.

"Take a deep breath sweetheart," he said before releasing one of the clamps and quickly sucking the nipple into his mouth.

He did the same for the other one and picked me up off of the table.

We walked down the hallway to his bedroom and to the bathtub that already had a full sitting of water in it.

He put me into the lukewarm water and I leaned back against the edge of the tub.

"Soak here and I'll be back in a few minutes."

He wasn't gone but maybe five minutes before he was walking back into the bathroom his hair wet from a shower.

He leaned sat next to the tub and leaned against it.

"I want you to know something. I will never punish you for trying your hardest to do something. Nor will I be disappointed because you gave it everything you had. What I do not appreciate is you violating a direct command. I asked you to not speak and you did so for that you will be punished okay?"

I nodded dejected but understanding.

"I understand. I'm sorry Master."

"Hey look at me."

I looked up at him.

"It's just me and you right now. You will make mistakes, it's a part of the process but so is the punishment so that you learn from them."

"I know I just…feel bad inside."

"I understand, but that is a part of the process as well."

He stood up and grabbed a towel from the closet.

"Come on let's get some rest."

I stepped up into the towel. He patted me dry before grabbing my hand and leading me to bed. He crawled in first and I landed none to softly on top of him. My head tucking into his chest.

"You did good piccolo. So very good."

He placed a soft kiss on my head and as my eyes closed I could hear him whispering, "Perfetto, incredibilmente perfetta."

Translations:

Si, lo so. No, non posso oggi, non è possibile. Va bene ... sì ... farlo accadere fratello: Yes... I know. No, I can't today, not possible. Okay...yes...make it happen brother.

Più tè signora: More tea Ma'am

Più latte si prega: More milk please.

Hai un profumo così buono: You smell so good.

Mi manchi: I miss you

Posso ottenere voi e la signora qualcosa da bere Mr. Volturi: Can I get you and the lady something to drink Mr. Volturi

Sì una bottiglia del vostro Pérignon Rosé se potessi: Yes, a bottle of your Perignon Rosé if you could.

Sì subito sir: Yes, right away sir.

Semplicemente mozzafiato: Simply breathtaking.

Così buono. Sei poco perfetto. è perfetto il vostro figa: So good. You're perfect little one. Your pussy's perfect.

Perfetto, incredibilmente perfetta: Perfect, breathtakingly perfect.

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed that! If you didn't I'm sincerely sorry and if you did well I'll see you soon *gives a big goofy embarrassing wave*