Forgive me Fanfic Fiends for I have sinned. It has been 5 months since my last update and for that I should be whipped by the Illuminati. I want to thank my faithful readers, who have been with me from the beginning when my posts were every two weeks as planned. I also want to thank my new readers who have just encountered WOT and though have only seen the last update as of January, have still left comments in hopes that it will be finished. I don't have to tell you how RL can throw you curve balls. I am still committed as ever to completing this fan fic, though it may not be within the box I first initially set, it will be finished. Thank you to RobstenCuteness for creating the wonderful banner for my fic just a year ago.

I am going out on a limb and proofreading these two chapters myself and maybe more in the future. Like me, my beta Lulu lives a real life as well, but she is still committed to aiding me in getting you quality reading as best we can. So please don't crucify me. I promise that once the fic is totally finished, all errors will be amended. Right now, I just want to get the story to you.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or its characters. Stephenie Meyer does. I just merely tinker with them.

With all that being said…WOT continues...

Chapter 21

The weekend is almost over and I still haven't made a decision about Jake. Or have I? What do they say, 'let your conscience be your guide'? Yeah. What the fuck does that mean anyway? As I let the hot water cascade over my body, I feel the effects of last night's events. The bench had worked out well and E.C trusted me enough to do some anal play on him. Then again, it's not like I gave him much of a choice.

Distraction is the key in anal play, with anything in life really. You have to overload the senses so they can't focus on one thing when others are going on at the same time. This was a good way to get him started. You can't rush into it. One's body has to be trained to get used to total play. He did really well, but I'm not surprised at that. He has been a great sub thus far and I am sure there are many more things that we can delight in together in our remaining sessions. I, on the other hand haven't been the best Domme. If my Dom knew that I hadn't checked E.C's file yet, I would be caned until I couldn't walk for a week. I shudder to even think about it. Where the hell is that file anyway? I've been searching for that thing for the past three nights. Maybe in the midst of Jane cleaning, she placed it somewhere she assumed I would look.

I could feel his body respond and open up to me in a way that comes with that type of total surrender. When his body arched back against mine as he reached his peak, I felt like a dark angel wrapping him in the safety of my wings. He is so damn responsive. It's very rare to find a sub that is so open, especially with minimal experience.

As I step out of the shower I can't help but wonder if Jake would be willing to let me dominate him. I frown slightly and shake it off. There is absolutely no way he would. Jake is an alpha male, and they don't surrender to anyone or anything. Maybe he would just need a little persuasion. I can be very convincing.

I run a towel across my body to dry it off, brush my teeth and walk over to my dresser drawer. I pull out a soft cotton tank and boy short set before climbing into bed. Tomorrow is my dinner with Rose. Thank God she didn't say lunch. I didn't want her to see me too keyed up after my bath tomorrow morning. I enjoyed the last one with E.C but I am not going to allow him to finger me again. I needed something to take the edge off last time, and since I plan on having sex in the immediate future whether it is Jake or someone else, I want to savor the anticipation. I pull the covers up under my chin and fall into a blissful sleep.

I awake the next morning feeling relaxed as the sun shines in through my windows. I peak at the clock and it says 6. I get up, slip on my yoga pants, grab my mat and am out on the lawn in a flash. I always love doing yoga on Sunday mornings and since we aren't having dreary days of weather this weekend, I need to take advantage. I inhale and exhale during movement, letting the poses take me deeper into my meditative state. I concentrate on my breathing and heart rate as the warm sun shines on my face. There's nothing like good old Vitamin D. It's so rare in Seattle to get some, so I soak it up. I head back in and check my Blackberry for any messages that might have come through the night before while I was indisposed.

I see a text from Rose with a time and place for our dinner tonight. I know the place, again its one of my favorites. I'm excited. It's been so long since I've had a sit down dinner with anyone in a public restaurant. I power up my Mac book and see an email in my inbox from Edward. It seems he sent it Saturday morning while I was at the office. Hmm. I wonder if he had any new ideas on the layouts.

To: Isabella Swan

Subject: Weekend/Layout

From: Edward Cullen

Dear Isabella,

I hope that you are having a great weekend. I am sure you are spending your morning going over every detail for the weekend editions of the paper. Know that I am also busy, so I'm not sitting around twiddling my thumbs as you might think. I do own a Fortune 500 corporation. Remember? I'm just teasing. I have been thinking about the possible layouts for the paper and I have picked layout 3 as the front runner. I am looking forward to seeing you bright and early Monday morning.

Until then,

Edward

CEO, Cullen Enterprises

Well at least the email wasn't entirely about him trying to get into my personal business. I can't help but think he's up to something seeing as though his middle name is Mindfuck. Edward would have a fit if he really knew what I was into these days. I'm sure it would turn him 3 shades of white if he ever found out. So he likes layout 3, which had been my choice from the very beginning. Good to know that we share a like mind straight out the gate in our working relationship.

I hit the dial pad and call Eric in printing and tell him to go ahead with layout 3 for Monday's edition. No need in waiting if we are in agreement. Let's test the layout out and if it doesn't work, then we can always change back. Nothing wrong with going with your gut when business is concerned. Everyone reads the paper on a Monday and that way whatever feedback we get, it will be coming from a stronger base of readers than throughout the rest of the week. I hug myself internally pleased with a sound decision and head towards the library.

Since E.C will be bathing me and feeding me breakfast, I go and grab my copy of Wuthering Heights and relax with some soft jazz playing in the background. I buzz E.C around 9 and remind him that he is to wear his belt as he did last time. I take the chained key and place it around my neck relishing in the thought that I alone hold the key to his freedom. To have the key and he not be able to ask me for it is a joy. I wouldn't say that I delight in the pain of others…but I would damn well say I enjoy it on certain levels.

This morning, I've requested a simple breakfast of fruit, bacon, scrambled eggs and toast. I perch myself at the vanity at 10 and wait for his arrival. On time as always, E.C walks into the bathroom and places the tray of food on counter. He notices I am there and stands in front of me in his sub stance. I glide my finger across my bottom lip and take in his body. He really is a delectable man. I know that the fitness routine I have him on is a piece of cake and I'm sure he is much more advanced. I stand and tighten my ponytail so it's up high on top of my head before addressing him.

"Begin the water and then undress me."

"Yes miss."

He walks over to the tub, plugs it up and begins to run a flowing stream of hot water while adding two scoops of lavender bath salts and a stream of lavender bath oil.

"May I miss?"

He is referring to if he can undress me. How nice, he is learning his role.

"Yes you may." He kneels and begins to slide down my yoga pants very slowly, making sure he doesn't skim my skin with his fingers. I guess he's trying to keep from touching me as long as possible. I laugh to myself and he stops suddenly when he hears it and continues.

"Is miss ticklish?"

"No, just wondering why you think not touching me while you undress me is going to ease the arousal of you bathing me." I hold onto his shoulders as I step out of my pants and then he works my panties down. I can hear him gasp as he sees my lacy boy shorts on equal level with his face. He slides down my panties and helps me out of them before standing up. He takes the hem of my tank and pulls it over my head, scooping up all my clothes and throwing them in the hamper.

"Miss," he beckons as he heads towards the bath. I take his hand to steady myself as I ease into the soothing hot water as he turns the faucet off.

"I'll soak while I eat my breakfast. Last time I didn't get to fully enjoy my meal. You were so eager to get your hands on me." I grin and I see his body shift from my mention of last week's bath time. He retrieves my plate and hands it to me, standing to the side as I eat. The yummy breakfast mixed with the nice hot bath is a match made in heaven. I know there are some people who object to having food in the bathroom, but I'm not grossed out about it at all. I wonder what he does to get the eggs so fluffy. I'm a good cook, but I'm better at more complex meals. It's always been a simple breakfast that has thrown me for a loop. When I was younger, I always opted for a bowl of cereal.

I finish half of my breakfast and give the plate back to E.C, now ready for my bath.

"When you get to my feet, massage them, its hard work standing in 6 inch heels while you spank and stroke a sub during sessions." I smirk and he replies in kind.

He starts with my feet to get me to relax and it works. His skillful hands are a good mixture of firm strength and agile softness and I feel the tension leave instantly. He begins to wash my legs, moving slowly up towards my thighs. I see his intake of breath as he stares at my sex, probably thinking about last week's bath.

"No play today, just the bath E.C."

I am sure he's disappointed that he doesn't get the opportunity to finger fuck me in the tub today, but I'm sure he'll get over it. He gently cleanses my sex and continues up towards my stomach, my breasts and finally to my shoulders. I haven't seen him shift uncomfortably, so I'm sure that the belt is not a problem anymore. Why would any unauthorized touching be a problem after having your dick whacked in a painful way? I remember when my ex-Dom punished me using genital clamps after I failed to keep form touching myself. I never did any unauthorized touching again.

"That is all E.C, see you Friday."

As he reluctantly walks out, I slide down into the warm water and inhale and exhale the marvelous scent of lavender. I decide to pop into the office just for a couple of hours to make sure the Monday edition with the new layout will rise to my expectations before it goes to print. I unplug the water, climb out of the bath tub and head upstairs to my bedroom to get dressed before heading into the office.

Everything for the Monday edition looks great. I am glad Edward and I made the right choice on the layout. I think it's modern but still keeps the integrity of the paper. I check my watch and realize that its 5 and I have just enough time to get home and get dressed for my dinner with Rose. Jane has made lasagna for me to have for dinner for the next couple of days and I am happy for it. I go into my vast walk-in closet and decide on a silk pale pink sheath dress and I put on a matching pair of patent leather Jimmy Choos. I grab my quilted leather Chanel bag and head out the door. Rose has chosen La Petite as our restaurant tonight and I am excited. I love classic French cuisine. I roll up to the valet outside the restaurant 20 minutes early and check with the maitre d' to see if Rose has made it yet. I am told she hasn't and am asked if I would like to be shown to the table. I opt out and instead have a seat at the bar while I wait. It's been such a nice day and I decide to have a glass of wine. This restaurant has the greatest selection of imported French wines in all of Seattle and I always indulge in a glass whenever I can. I decide on a crisp white wine and settle into the velvet seating at the modest sized bar. I open my purse and check my Blackberry to see if there are any missed calls from the office when I hear a familiar voice ask if the seat next to me is taken. I look up to answer and my eyes almost bug out of my head when I see a face I hadn't seen in over 6 years…Alice.

Ahh..the lovable yet annoying pixie. On the next chapter..