A/N: Well guess what? I got such lovely feedback from the last chapter, I just had to update! Yes, don't faint! LOL.

Thanks to penguincullen for allowing me to share, and to texasbella for beta'ing and holding my hand as ever. Any remaining mistakes are mine.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, I just take the characters to the dungeon for a spankin'!

CHAPTER 27 – PUSHED TO THE LIMIT…

The drive to the club was…interesting. In fact, during the entire ride, I was ready to stop the car so I could pull Isabella onto my lap and fuck her into oblivion.

"I can't wait until I get you home…" she had whispered as soon as she handed me the keys, beginning my long evening of torture before we'd even pulled out of the driveway.

Opening the passenger side door and waiting for her to enter, ensuring my Mistress was safely in the car before I quickly slid into the driver's seat, I was immediately overwhelmed when I felt a vibrating sensation emanate from my arse and jolt through my entire body. Using far too much force as I slammed the car door shut, I managed to drop the keys on the floor in the process, and with the way my body was responding, I knew I was in trouble.

"Fuck!" I cried as I gripped the door handle with one hand, the steering wheel with the other, panting as I froze in my place, trying with everything I could to regain my composure as the plug continued to send wave after wave of pleasure through my every nerve.

"What part of 'do not speak' don't you understand?" Mistress spat, her voice filled with venom.

As my undoubtedly pleading eyes met with hers, I was quick to note not only the small remote control she held in her hand, but the wicked grin that was also spread across her face.

What was she trying to do to me?

Did she want me to fail? To lose control and take her, now, the party be damned?

"That little infraction has already earned you...oh let's see...I'd say...ten lashes of my whip."

My entire body shuddered as a low, rumbling growl worked its way up my gullet.

Oh good God! Her promise to whip me was not helping my current predicament, and as my cock sprang to life and pressed against the zipper of my trousers, I tried to control my suddenly panting breaths.

Thankfully, the vibrations ceased in that moment, and I inhaled heavily, before letting out a shaky gush of air in relief, doing everything I could to remain focused.

My Mistress, however, had other ideas.

"Oh, you like the thought of your Mistress whipping you, do you? Hmmm...well perhaps I should think of some other way to punish my naughty pet…" she said in a contemplative tone.

It was then she leaned across the console, her breath hot and sweet against my ear.

"I know that considering you're a vampire, you didn't actually require that enema, but I don't do anything to my own body without my submissive experiencing the same. Did you like the feeling of the metal as you shoved it into your ass? Enjoy the sensation as the water filled you to the brim?"

Nodding furiously, half wondering where she was going with this, my every muscle was tight with tension as my wayward cock twitched and danced.

She had done the same to herself?

Fuck!

"I was actually planning on allowing you to fuck my ass tonight, but now…"

That's where.

I squeezed my eyes shut at the very thought of watching my Mistress push the metal shower head into her pulsating entrance, my cock now completely hard, my entire being zinging with desire. Unable to stop the almighty, frustrated roar from bursting out of my body, my hands gripped tighter as she licked my earlobe before her tongue swirled inside the shell of my ear.

"Oh...you like the idea of that, do you? Hmmm...that's good to know."

And then, she removed all contact. My eyes fluttered open and I watched as she sat back and fastened her seatbelt before thankfully placing the device into her clutch purse, my evil Mistress behaving as if nothing had happened at all.

Meanwhile, I sat there, a heaving, panting mess...with a large problem between my legs. My body screamed to possess her...my mind whirled with one fantasy after another as I imagined the feeling of fucking her tight arsehole...and it was in that moment I realized what she was doing.

She was testing me, of that I had no doubt.

Keeping me teetering on that delicious razor's edge...at the same time reminding me of who owned my body.

"We don't want to be late, so we'd better get a move on," my Mistress said firmly.

Nodding, I swallowed the copious amounts of venom that had suddenly gathered in my mouth as I picked up the keys and started the car.

And so, during the entire drive to the club, I did everything I could to calm myself, silently willing my cock down, wondering what other surprises, courtesy of my Mistress, were to come…

~TR~

Before we walked into the club, Mistress had instructed me to keep my eyes lowered, always remain by her side, and not to touch or interact in any way with anyone. If I felt it necessary to safe word, I was to touch my pendant, and we would leave immediately. Of course, I was also warned that unless I felt I was putting the lives of those around us at risk, for my Mistress would accept no other reason, if I was to lose control sexually and come in my trousers, we would remain for the rest of the evening and I would be punished when we arrived home. Though Mistress was pushing my limits, I felt able to handle whatever she chose to do and nodded my assent. The ground rules established, we headed inside and walked down the long, narrow hallway and approached the entrance to large bar area of the club.

Although it was subtle, that same putrid smell from the day of the break-in was the first thing I scented as I hesitated, wondering if it was safe to proceed any further.

"Don't be concerned, pet. The thieves are long gone...and I'm sure that scent isn't strong enough to be fresh," Mistress reasoned, once again reading my thoughts, at the same time finding a way to assure me so effortlessly.

"Let's go." Nodding once, I opened the door and allowed my Mistress to walk in ahead of me. Remaining one step behind her, at the same time keeping my head bowed, I followed. My body stiffened as a well-dressed James, who happened to be on the other side of the door as if standing guard, blocked my Mistress' path.

At the same time, the raw, thoroughly delicious human scents swallowed up the stench in an instant and took up residence inside my mouth and nostrils, and for a brief moment, I felt overwhelmed. The sights, sounds and smells assaulted my senses, and I drew in a deep breath and held it deep within my lungs in order to quell the slow burn that was now making itself known.

Several long moments passed, though in reality, it was merely seconds, and as I exhaled and took in a small breath, tasting the air and allowing a miniscule amount of the smell to seep in, I smiled, victorious. Being in such close proximity to what I classified as food wasn't so much a problem as it was a more than interesting challenge, with the sheer number of people within such a confined space, combined with the smell of sweat, leather and arousal putting my every sense on high alert. But, it was a challenge I was willing to face head-on.

I was, after all, here with my mate, and that fact alone, emboldened me beyond belief.

"Good evening, Isabella," James greeted, a smile in his voice. Exhaling slowly, I took in a wee bit more of the aromas with each following breath, the burn there, yes, but my determination to overcome never wavering. It wasn't long before I felt calm and centred once more, and that was despite the company we were presently keeping. My nostrils continued to flare as I constantly scented the room in short, tiny breaths, and though every muscle in my body continued to coil and tighten in response to the heady flavours that hung heavily in the air, I remained resolute in my endeavours, proud that I was easily winning the battle with my deeply ingrained instincts.

Even as I heard the sounds of several dozen heartbeats and blood whooshing through veins, the only thing on my mind...the only desire I wished to sate, was the need to please my Mistress.

"Hello, James," Mistress answered. As I tried to remain focused, my eyes fixed on the back of Isabella's creamy calves, lips twitching into a smile as I caught sight of the ridiculously high heels of her black patent leather shoes. I briefly wondered what it would feel like to have those same heels digging into my arse cheeks as she stood above me, bound and helpless as she crushed me under her foot, or what they'd feel like pushing into my skin as I fucked my mate's tight arsehole.

"Well, well, don't you look good enough to fuck, boy?" James said in a deep, throaty tone, the hairs on the back of my neck prickling as I felt him leer at me.

"My pet does indeed," Mistress answered quickly on my behalf.

"So it's true, then?" James said, clacking his tongue in disappointment.

"Yes," she answered.

"I have to admit, I was rather envious when I heard the rumour you were training him, because I would have loved to teach this one a thing or two myself. So, is he here to check out other potential Doms, then?" James asked in a hopeful tone.

"Oh, no...he's mine," she confirmed.

"He's your submissive? Already?" he asked, shocked.

"He is," Mistress confirmed.

"I don't fucking believe it! So, Mistress Isabella has finally met her freaky little newbie match, eh?"

"Shut up, James," Mistress warned.

"Why should I? I'm merely looking out for the boy's safety. It's no secret you're a sadist, Isabella, and the fact you've managed to secure such an inexperienced sub this quickly is of concern. Does he really know what he's letting himself in for? Have you told him exactly how much you need to flay him till he bleeds so you can lick him clean afterward?" he hissed, sarcasm and disdain lacing his voice.

My fists clenched. The man was being disrespectful, and I didn't like it.

The cretin had no idea how close I was to snapping his neck and slicing him open, just for the fun of it.

And then, it happened. Without James being able to react in time, my Mistress had stalked forward, and clasped her hand around James' neck, her eyes wild, bared teeth dangerously close to his pulsating throat.

She was positively glorious.

"Continue to speak to me in that way, James, and I shall be forced to have you bound, gagged and punished before I have you removed...permanently. Considering you are still on the hunt for a new submissive, you wouldn't want that now, would you?" she hissed in her darkest voice, and I shivered in response to the cold, commanding tone, astounded and positively awestruck by her response. I loved the fact that my Mistress could hold her own, without my intervention, even though I was sorely tempted to offer her my services in that regard despite that fact.

"Oh, I do apologize," the idiot spat, his breaths becoming shallow as Mistress clenched harder, his tone lacking in sincerity, despite the fact that his very existence was under threat.

He had no idea who he was dealing with, and I was just about ready to demonstrate exactly how much of a risk he was actually taking.

Sensing my growing ire, my Mistress growled, at the same time her eyes flashing toward mine, as she let me know in her own unique way she was the one in control. Lowering my head, I took in a deep, cleansing breath and backed away at the same time, knowing it would not make sense to allow my control to slip. Mistress' scent was not only increasing in potency, but I also detected the unmistakable smell of her venom, and as it blended with all the other aromas, I could not help but let out a tiny groan and snake my tongue out, sampling the air around me.

And watch, through hooded eyes, my little vampire in all her glory.

Releasing him from her grasp, she let out a tiny warning hiss, at the same time her nose wrinkled and expression was filled with disdain. Taking a step back, her eyes nearly black with fury, she straightened out her dress and turned toward me.

"Come, pet, let us mingle, before I end up doing something I might regret," Mistress instructed icily, her annoyance with James glaringly obvious. My need for her increased with every word as I fantasised about her throwing the idiot down and tearing his throat out, and not stopping until she drained him dry.

That was certainly something I would love to see.

"I'll see you later…" James said with an evil laugh as we walked toward the bar, where Mistress requested a sparkling water with a twist of lime before leaning in to whisper in my ear.

"Green?" she whispered.

Exhaling a shaky breath, I nodded.

"Good. Now, let us focus on the evening ahead, shall we? You may look around, but be mindful to keep your head lowered, and do not make any direct eye contact with anyone. Is that understood?" she instructed firmly, quietly. I nodded once more, and turned my head, my eyes roaming around the room while I took in the surrounds, making sure to never fix my gaze on one spot for any length of time. Several people were in various states of undress, wearing everything from leather to corsets, many of them already paired into Dom/sub relationships, while others were dressed quite conservatively...and very obviously looking into entering into the lifestyle.

Scantily clad waiters and waitresses roamed about the room, serving aperitifs and various morsels of finger food. Masters and Mistresses conversed quietly, while many of the submissives appeared to have been permitted to talk quietly amongst themselves.

It was heaven being here with my Isabella, in this place, and even though the overwhelming human presence caused venom to continue leeching inside my mouth, the strong sense of belonging I felt being by her side eclipsed everything else.

"Hurry along, slave!" I heard as Mistress Rosalie burst through the door and made her grand entrance, clad head to toe in tight, black leather. Emmett followed closely behind her, wearing nothing but a leather thong, a matching mask that covered his entire head, except for tiny holes to allow him to breathe through his mouth, and a thick, black collar attached to a leash which Rosalie held in her hand. "Quickly!" she added, tugging on the leash mercilessly. Stumbling several times, he finally righted himself and followed her as the two of them made their way toward us.

"Isabella!" she exclaimed as she kissed my Mistress on the cheek, her smile bright as she turned toward me, and I felt her eyes roam up and down my body. "You look very handsome tonight, Edward. It's a shame my slave here can't see how delicious you look, because I just know I'd be paddling his ass for coming without my permission."

As it was, the man filled the small scrap of material very well, his arousal more than apparent as his member already appeared to be bursting at the seams. As much as it was nigh impossible for me to blush, I still felt the familiar, but rarely experienced, touch of warmth briefly cross the apples of my cheeks.

"Give me an orange juice, if you please, Seth," Rosalie commanded of the ebony haired, dark skinned barman, who smiled and nodded before doing as he'd been asked. Rosalie continued to shamelessly ogle me for several moments before she turned her attentions back to my Mistress.

"So, he's the one?"

"He is," Mistress confirmed proudly, her words and tone of voice causing a wonderful sense of elation to course through me.

"I'm happy for you, Isabella," she said sincerely. "I honestly never thought I'd see the day."

"Thanks…and neither did I."

"Interesting crowd tonight," Rosalie observed.

"It's good to see a few new faces. So...are the newbies mostly potential subs?" Mistress asked.

"Mostly. Well, except for a couple. There's a new Dom that's not long moved here, but he hasn't arrived yet. Then there's Jasper...you know...the one who phoned in to the station? The one whose name your little pet took?"

"Yes, I remember," Isabella laughed.

I barely supressed a chuckle, the thought of the actual man whose name I took to deceive Isabella actually being in the same room with me was, quite amusing.

"Jasper!" Rosalie called, raising her free hand to wave him over. The young man nodded and wove his way through the crowd, and as I watched him approach, I noted his strong, angular jaw and broad shoulders, his dark blue eyes and soft, full lips the only thing that softened his very masculine features. Dressed in a dark blue suit with a white shirt, his hair blonde and wavy, his quiet, commanding confidence was near palpable, his naturally dominant tendencies on full display...and that was without him even having uttered a single word.

"Jasper, meet Isabella and her new pet, Edward."

"A pleasure to meet the face behind the voice," he said in a deep, southern drawl, his long, thick fingers grasping firmly as he shook my Mistress' hand. "And so this is...well, was my namesake, eh?" he added with a snort, turning toward me and giving me a quiet nod before ordering a drink, kissing the back of Rosalie's hand and disappearing into the crowd once more.

"Jasper's training is coming along very well, and it won't be long before he's ready to take on a submissive. He's an expert in martial arts, you know. Fit as a fiddle, too. It's going to take a very special sub to satisfy him, let me tell you!" Rosalie said proudly.

"Well I hope he finds what he's looking for," Mistress answered, a smile in her voice.

"Yes indeed. Actually, you could help me in that regard. I was hoping I could bring Jasper over to your place tomorrow. He's already fascinated by the pieces in your collection you have here, and has been at me and at me to see more. Oh, and perhaps while we're at it, we could arrange for him to watch you and Edward scene together…"

"No!" Mistress snapped, her response causing Rosalie to take a step backwards, placing her hand across her chest. "Sorry, but I've already told you that Edward's not ready to play in front of others yet. I'd be happy to have you over for brunch tomorrow…and show Jasper the playroom and the library."

"Sure, okay. How about my slave, Jasper and I bring the food, and you provide the coffee? Say at eleven?"

"That's fine," Mistress replied with a nod.

"Good," Rosalie said, glancing toward the brass wall clock above the bar. "Have we heard anything from the other Dom yet, Seth?"

"Actually, I just got off the phone with Demetri a few moments ago. He said that something suddenly came up, and that he wasn't certain if he'd be able to make it, but to go on ahead without him," the barman answered.

"Who's Demetri?" Mistress questioned, drawing in a tiny gasp. My eyes flickered toward her face, which was now marred with a deep frown, and a look of utter confusion.

"You mean you don't know him?" Rosalie queried.

"No...at least I don't think I do, but I can't be certain. The name does seem familiar," Mistress answered with a slow shake of her head, her frustration as to her lack of ability to recount parts of her life obvious. I moved closer to my mate, my body inches from hers as I quietly let her know I was there for her.

Turning her head just enough for me to see her lips pull into a small smile, just as I glanced at her through lowered eyes, she took a deep breath and composed herself once more, and I bowed my head, and continued to listen.

"Well, that's weird. I figured you knew him, considering he expressly asked for you to conduct a demonstration," Rosalie said with an equally deep frown.

"Where is he from?" Mistress questioned.

"Actually, I'm not really sure. He sounds...Russian or something, but I believe he flew in here from London," Rosalie answered.

"Oh, well it's quite possible I met him on one of my visits. I did drop into a BDSM club or two on my last trip to there. Why didn't you call me before inviting him?" Mistress asked, her voice still laced with an undertone of confusion.

"He'd already been recommended by someone else, and I didn't want to bother you after the drama of the break-in."

"Who else recommended him?"

"James," she answered, doubt now clouding her tone, the name as it fell from Rosalie's lips causing my body to tense. As we all looked his way, the man in question mouthing the words 'soon, boy, soon', before disappearing through the door, phone in hand, I let out a tiny growl in response, my fists clenching at my sides.

"I get the feeling Edward doesn't approve of Master James," Rosalie laughed.

"He's not Robinson Crusoe there," Mistress spat.

"Oh, I don't doubt it. James hasn't stopped talking about your boy since the day he walked in here. Wants him all for himself. In fact, I've never seen him act like this before…it's actually kind of creepy," Rosalie said.

"I have warned him that unless he changes his attitude, he's gone, so I suggest we keep a close eye on him from now on."

"Of course," Rosalie agreed, taking several sips of her juice before placing it on the bar. "Well, it's getting late, and I think it's about time we got on with the demonstration, wouldn't you agree, slave?"

Not uttering a sound, Emmett's cock seemed to grow before my very eyes as he stood there, his muscles tight, skin already glistening with sweat.

"Go and make sure the building is secure…and please get James back here for the demonstration," Rosalie instructed the barman before she tugged at the leash and pulled Emmett toward the area at the back of the room, where a bench sat, along with a wall that contained a vast array of toys, as well as a table with various ropes, dildos, clamps, weights and other paraphernalia.

I grew hard at the thought of my Mistress whipping me into a frenzy as she used every one of those toys on my needy flesh. As she finished her drink and placed the glass on the bar, she turned and walked toward the row of seats that were strategically placed along the perimeter of the play area. I immediately followed.

Selecting the seat at the far end of the row, she pointed toward the vacant floor space beside it before she took her seat. I took my cue and immediately knelt beside her, and lowered my head before lacing my fingers together behind my back. Leaning closer, she whispered darkly, "I want you to watch and learn. Do not avert your eyes from this scene at any time, hold your position unless you need to safe word, and do not come."

Nodding once and breathing deeply, I swallowed several times in quick succession, not only attempting to clear my mouth of any remaining venom, but to rid my mind of anything but the task I had been given. Lifting my gaze and watching intently as Mistress Rosalie guided Emmett to the bench before ordering him to bend over and lay face down, it was in moment that I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. Drawing in a surprised gasp as I felt the metal heel of her shoe dig sharply against my hard and needy shaft, my arse clenched and cock throbbed as Mistress waved the remote control in front of my eyes and pressed the button once more.

Keeping my eyes fixed on the scene before me, I grunted, panted and tried with everything I had to remain focused, but as everything Mistress was doing began to threaten my resolve, my entire body began to shake. The dual sensations of both pain and pleasure that radiated from my groin and shot through my body like a cannonball were so overwhelming, so deliciously sinful, that I could not contain the quiet moan that then left my lungs.

"Sssh!" she commanded as she ran the pointed tip of her shoe up and down my length before pressing her heel in harder, this time focusing her attentions on my scrotum.

I was barely hanging on by a thread…my entire body a livewire of lust and need, screaming at me to relieve itself of the pressure that was mounting rapidly, but as my fangs began to grow, their appearance made me realize that failure on my part was not an option, either. Squaring my shoulders and holding my breath while remaining in position, I watched the scene unfold before me as my mind filled with nothing but a fierce sense of determination. It was in that precise moment that the vibrations increased in their intensity and as Mistress let out an evil laugh while she continued to toy with my resolve, it was then I realised that my limits were about to be pushed further than I'd ever imagined…

A/N: Poor Edward. I wonder if he will succeed or fail in his task? *snickers* I don't know when I will be back to this, as I have Katalina's story to write next. Don't forget to donate! Five dollars and you get a wonderful compilation from a great selection of authors. Go to katalina . fandomcause. info (remove the spaces).