Ready for Edward's pov? They are Dom and Sub only during playtime, but he expects Bella to respect him and his decisions outside bedroom. I guess this had to be addressed.

Edward had been ready to tell his sister and the others about who he was. It would have saved many arguments and headaches in the past, and especially now. Maybe Black wouldn't have been so worried about Bella, and how they consumed their relationship.

Then, Bella came and covered for them.

A small part of Edward was relieved that he got to keep Rosalie as his unaware and loving sister, for another day. But no matter what Bella had done, Edward was going to tell his sister.

What upset him at the moment, was that Bella knew she was guilty for overstepping a line, yet, she kept talking. She wanted to make her point. Her eyes had widened in what looked like excitement, with a touch of fear, when Edward had demanded for her to stop arguing with him.

A knock on the door made Edward frown. Clearly, their time alone being interrupted was not what he wanted during this trip.

"Sit on the bed," he told Bella sternly.

She walked backwards, keeping her eyes on him, still fighting to completely obey. It was going to be a long night, because Edward wasn't going to touch her if she didn't approve it. He wasn't ready for another unjust spanking session, though, this time she deserved every palm on her ass.

Edward wrenched the door open, after unlocking it. Jasper pushed past him into the room.

"Are you insane, Edward?" he demanded. "What the hell were you planning on doing earlier?"

Edward's jaw clenched. "You don't get it, Jasper. All your friends know who you are. Your family isn't here, and it might be easy for you to be someone else for a week when you visit them."

"Are you ready to lose your sister over your lifestyle? I've come to know your sister pretty well since she's become friends with Alice. Rosalie doesn't strike me as someone who'd understand your choices!" Jasper looked toward Bella, pointing at her. "How are you going to live with knowing that you're the cause of Bella losing her best friend? Because Jacob is going to have a very colorful choice of words about this, then turn around and never look back."

"That's exactly why I came up with that explanation," Bella grumbled.

"Shut. Up!" Edward glared at her, then turned to Jasper. He lifted a brow at Edward, challenging him to lash out on him.

"Think it through, before you tell your family, if this is what you want. But for fuck's sake, make sure Jacob never gets wind of it. For the sake of his friendship with Bella."

"Are you done?" Edward narrowed his eyes at his friend.

Jasper steered Edward closer to the door, dropping his voice. "Don't do anything stupid. She meant well." He glanced in Bella's direction.

Edward clenched his fists. "Thank you for your concern, but I have it under control."

Jasper left, shaking his head. Edward closed the door, flattening his palms over the smooth wood panel.

He wasn't going to touch Bella, but he was going to keep his promise to her – and show her there were other ways to punish her.

"Do you understand that you crossed the line this morning?" he asked, not turning to her.

"Yes, but—"

"Stop," he snapped, spinning around. "Stop arguing with me, Isabella!"

She flinched visibly. "Are you going to spank me?" Her voice was barely a whisper.

"I once told you there were other ways to punish you. It's time for you to find out what I was talking about." Edward went to the chair by the closet, taking a seat there. "All I wanted for tonight was to give you the best Christmas present…in bed. Guess, that ship has sailed."

"I'm sorry," she cried out, rushing to kneel in front of him. "I knew you were going to be mad at me when I made that decision, but Jasper has a point."

"You're going in deeper, baby girl. You just extended the punishment to five days."

"Five days?" she gasped. "Five days, what?"

"Get undressed and back on the bed," he said quietly.

She hesitated. "Are you going to spank me for five days?" Bella kept her wide brown eyes on him.

Edward couldn't help but laugh. "No spanking, Isabella. By the time the night is over, you'd wish I spanked you."

She gulped audibly, slowly taking her clothes off. She stumbled over her jeans, but thankfully, landed on the bed. Once she was fully undressed, she crawled in the middle of the bed, drawing her knees to her chest, watching him warily.

Edward had no idea how she could still feel self-conscious around him after all the things they'd done.

"Get comfortable against the pillows." She complied, moving carefully in position. "Open your legs." Her eyes shot to his, slowly doing as told. Her face and chest were an unhealthy shade of red. "Are you wet?" It was a possibility for their argument to have turned her on, if he was a good judge of Bella's character.

Her bottom lip disappeared between her teeth. "Yeah," she breathed out.

"Yeah?" he repeated, incredulously. Maybe, Bella was asking for the spanking, realizing what he'd planned for her was worse.

"Yes, Sir."

"Suck two fingers into your mouth."

"Oh, God!" Her left hand shook as it lifted up, then, keeping eye-contact, Bella sucked two fingers between her delectable lips.

Edward was positive his plan was going to backfire at him.

"Touch your breasts with the other hand." She did as told, albeit, reluctantly. "Pinch your nipple."

Bella dropped her hands, looking away. "I can't. This is humiliating."

"If I told you to do this in front of our friends – then, it would be humiliating," Edward said quietly. "It's just us. You can think you're pleasuring yourself, like you used to do it before we met."

Bella's shoulders hunched. "I rarely did it. It's different," she mumbled.

"I need you to relax and imagine you're alone. Just focus on my voice and do as I say."

"I can't, not when I see you right there!" Her breath hitched. "I know I'm probably the worst Sub you ever had, but I can't do some things, Sir."

"Look at me," he demanded, but kept his voice soft. He had to make Bella understand that by doing this together, yet separated, it was the same.

An idea came to him, while holding her anxious gaze. "Where's your present from Rose?" His sister had bought Bella an eye mask for sleeping.

"The blindfold?" Bella joked.

"Call it whatever you want. It's going to help in this situation."

Bella made to get out of the bed, but Edward shook his head. "No. Tell me where it is. Don't move."

"In the bag with all the other presents." She pointed to the gift bag next to her suitcase.

It took Edward a couple of minutes to locate it, and when he pulled it out of the box, he snorted. "Jesus. I'm starting to rethink this." He stared in amusement at the koala sleep mask. Rosalie was twelve years old, sometimes.

"I could use a scarf. I think it's a good idea for me not to be able to see you," Bella agreed.

"Oh, come on. Try it." Edward chucked the mask at Bella.

She fumbled a little with it, then turned to face him, smiling widely. "How ridiculous do I look?"

"Take that off. Here, use this." Edward brought her one of her silk scarves, which made him wonder why Bella had packed such a thing. It was clearly not appropriate for the weather in Alaska.

Bella reached out for the scarf, but Edward held it within reach. "Allow me," he said, pressing a knee next to her hip on the bed. "Close your eyes." Bella's breathing grew labored as she did as told. Edward tied the silky scarf at the back of her head. "Too tight?"

"I don't see a thing."

"That's not what I asked."

Bella felt at the edges of the material near her temples. "I'm good, Sir."

"Color?" Edward stepped away from her, returning to his chair.

"Green, Sir."

Edward relaxed in the chair, watching how Bella seemed to have relaxed, as well. She was resting back against the pillows, her hands on her thighs, waiting. Her chest was raising and falling as she took shallow breaths.

"Please, resume what you were doing earlier." Edward selected a slow jazz playlist on his phone, placing it on the dresser by his side.

Bella whimpered when her palm ran over one of her pebbled nipples.

"I believe you already know this, but let me remind you – you're not allowed to come," Edward said quietly.

"I know, Sir."

"Good. Now, spread those legs and let me see you. Show me how you bring yourself pleasure."

It took Bella several minutes to let go of her inhibitions and give herself to the pleasure her fingers brought. After rubbing her clit and tugging at her nipples, Bella slid lowed on the bed, pushing two fingers inside her wetness.

Edward had watched many Subs pleasuring themselves, especially, at parties. But, watching Bella was more than he could handle. He had to remind himself that she was punished, which meant he was punished, too, by not being able to touch her.

Her moan broke when Edward undid the zipper of his jeans, shuffling out of them and his underwear. He also threw his shirt on the floor.

It had been a long while since he'd last touched himself with the aim for release. Edward couldn't even remember when the last time he'd masturbated was.

"Pinch your nipples. Use both hands," he instructed, knowing it would be torture for Bella not to touch her sex anymore.

She whimpered loudly, but complied obediently. Her breath hitched in her throat, when her fingers squeezed her erect nipples. She kept pinching and tugging at her nips, massaging her breasts, with her lips parted, as she panted loudly.

Her legs were spread open, giving Edward a perfect view of her glistening sex. Her hips jerked in time with the tugs on her nipples.

"How close are you?" he asked, stroking a hand down his hardness.

"Very close, Sir."

"Stop."

Bella's hands gripped her breasts and she pressed her thighs together, seeking relief.

"Did I say you could close your legs? Drop your hands," he demanded.

"Oh, God!" Bella's hands fell limps to her sides, as she spread her legs open again.

Just seeing her so vulnerable brought him closer to the edge. Edward stroke himself slowly, licking his lips.

"Rub your clit with one finger."

Bella threw her head back when her middle finger touched the spot that brought her pleasure.

"Find the best rhythm – the one that tips you over the edge." Edward knew the exact amount of pressure she needed on that spot for her to come undone.

When her breathing picked up, he knew she'd found the perfect spot. He had to time it just right, because he knew Bella wasn't going to stop on her own.

"Oh…oh…."

"Stop."

Her hand kept rubbing, as if she was lost in the pleasure, which was a possibility.

"I said, stop," Edward said loudly.

Her legs slumped on the bed, shaking from exertion, and her left hand lay over her sex, but she'd stopped touching herself.

"How close?"

"So close," she whimpered, shifting. "Please, Sir!"

"Slide two fingers inside that tight pussy."

Bella shuddered at his words, and Edward had to grip his erection, not to come on spot at the sight in front of him. He watched, mesmerized, as her fingers glided in and out of her wetness, creating loud squelching sounds.

Bella bit back a moan, moving her fingers faster.

"Use your other hand on your clit."

"Holy fuck!" Her fingers curled inside of her wetness, stilling, while she rubbed at her clit with all her might. "Oh…Oh, God!" Her hips lifted off the bed. "Ooooh!"

"Stop."

A sob escaped her lips. "Please, Sir!"

To her credit, she did drop her hands, though.

Edward was sure he wouldn't be able to last much longer, so Bella's torture wasn't going to be prolonged.

"Again. Fingers first, then rubbing."

On the third routine of bringing Bella to the edge of madness, Edward felt his balls drawing up. He kept his eyes on her fingers working her soaking wet sex, as he groaned loudly. His released washed over his body, leaving him boneless.

"Stop," he said softly, noticing how much closer Bella was.

She whined, pressing her thighs together, trapping her hand between them.

Edward walked to her, and she gasped loudly when he pushed her legs apart. After battling her hands out of the way, Edward pushed the scarf away from her eyes. There were tears rolling down her cheeks, but her eyes were alight with arousal.

"If you come, this punishment will be extended," he warned her. Then he pushed two fingers into her soaking sex.

Her legs seized up, and her fingers curled around his shoulders. Her wide eyes never left his, as Edward fucked her hard with his fingers. When he pressed his thumb to her clit, her walls fluttered, constricting around his fingers. He pulled his hand away.

"No! Please, no! Please, Sir!"

Edward repeated his actions several more times, until Bella was openly crying and begging for mercy. Her body was covered in sweat, as she writhed under him. Edward timed his last torment on her body perfectly. When Bella cried out his name, her back arching from the bed, Edward withdrew his fingers, ruining the much anticipated orgasm.

He wiped his fingers on the bedsheet, staring at Bella's shaking body.

"In five days' time, you'd wished I'd taken you over my knee," he reminded her.

Her eyes met his, and she gulped loudly. "You want to say we'll do this every day?"

He chuckled. "Oh, you wish we'd do this. But, no. We won't do anything." He leaned over her body, kissing her parted lips. "Maybe next time you decide to speak in both our names regarding something, you'd think twice before saying something."

Bella gasped. "I'm sorry!"

"No, it doesn't work like that. I think you need this kind of punishment, to understand why my hand on your ass is a better option. The spanking is over in a matter of minutes. The pain is gone in several hours. This, though…" He grinned, watching awareness dawning in her chocolate brown eyes. "And, I won't make it easy for you, Isabella," he whispered in her ear, licking at her lobe.

"Promise to put on my tombstone: Death by orgasm denial?"

Edward froze on his way to kissing down her neck. "You know your colors if you think it's too much."

"Shit. I shouldn't have said that." Her arms wrapped around him.

"It was just a joke, but I guess I'm not your guy to joke about death," he said seriously, kissing her shoulder. "Let's take a shower."

It's not so bad, right? *hides under the blanket*