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"Oh, Gawd," Edward babbled around the gag ball.

"God's not here, Stud." Bella dragged her short nails over his purple erection.

Edward had escaped the cock cage after ten days of paying for his mistake. He'd touched Bella's ass while they were at Velvet Lounge at Jasper's invitation. It wouldn't have mattered to her, if Jasper hadn't invited half of their community to celebrate his engagement with Alice.

However, Edward's torture didn't end with the cage being removed. Bella had fastened a cock ring around his full balls, which were ready to explode, before she started teasing him.

"I cawn't!" He tugged at the strips of ribbon holding his arms tied to the headboard.

"Of course, you can. You could put a possessive hand on my ass in front of my good friend Eli. You can endure my punishment," she said sweetly.

"Foock. Pwease, Mistress." He shook, beads of sweat rolling down his overexerted body. Bella had been teasing him for over an hour, edging him endlessly, to the point where Edward couldn't think straight. "Pwease, can I come?"

"No." She slid her bare pussy across his chest until she could breathe over his twitching erection. "I love watching your dick weep for me."

Edward screamed against the ball in his mouth when Bella wrapped her lips around the tip, swirling her tongue over the barbell. Edward yanked harder at his restraints, making the whole bed shake.

Bella straightened, turning around to face him. His wild, green eyes were pooling with unshed tears, his slobber was covering his chin and neck.

"Color?"

Edward relaxed, now that she was no longer touching his dick. "Gween, Misstewss."

"Good boy. I think you deserve a reward."

He nodded eagerly, and Bella tried not to laugh. She shuffled lower over his abs, until her pussy lips touched his erection. Edward's eyes crossed and his fingers curled into fists. Bella dragged her soaking pussy over his dick, making Edward choke against the ball.

"Pleeeease," he gurgled. "Have mewcy!"

Bella guided his erection inside her, making Edward yell and shake again. When one of his hands broke the restraint, Bella was too shocked to react immediately. His freed hand wrapped around her arm, gripping it tightly.

She slapped it away, holding it against the mattress with one of her hands, while she braced with her other hand against his chest. She started at a fast pace, which brought her over the edge within minutes.

Edward started begging again, struggling to free his arm from under her hold. Bella pinched his cheeks between her thumb and middle finger, leaning closer. His blown pupils were proof of how lost he was in his head, in his denied pleasure. Bella kept rocking on his dick, and when it twitched, and Edward's eyes widened in fear, because he was coming, Bella moved off him.

Edward's free hand went to his twitching dick, oozing copious amounts of cum on his stomach. He cried out, gasping against the gag ball.

Bella undid his remaining restraint, before taking off the belt holding the ball in his mouth. She massaged his jaw slowly, watching him carefully.

"How are you feeling?"

Edward closed his eyes, taking a ragged breath. "Like shit, Mistress. I'm so sorry for my behavior. I'll never do it again."

"Not in front of the community. You can touch my ass all you want while we're shopping and you need to prove to someone I'm yours."

They had been exploring their other relationship, but for Bella it was difficult to let go of her ways. She tried her best not to order him around if they fucked in her bed, but more often than not, she ended up on top of him, pinning his arms above his head.

"I'm yours," he concurred in a soft voice.

Bella stroked his hair. "If you're good, you'll get a real release later." She winked.

His tongue peeked out to lick his lips. "I'm looking forward to that, Mistress."

"Sit up slowly." She guided him with a hand on his shoulders, before she took the towel she had prepared and cleaned his stomach. "Think you can manage in the shower on your own?"

"Of course, Mistress."

After placing his cuff back on his wrist, Bella watched him heading upstairs, while she cleaned the Playroom. She hadn't planned on having a session with Edward a day before they started the journey to Forks. They were going to drive all the way there, which would hopefully result in a two-day trip, if they left really early in the morning.

When Bella was done in the Playroom, she heard her phone ringing from the kitchen. She scowled at the caller.

"Jake," she answered tersely.

"Took your sweet time to answer," he muttered.

"What do you want," she groaned, filling a glass with water and sipping from it.

"When are you flying home? Seth tried to get the answer from Edward, but he said he's not flying. You're not taking him with you?"

Bella rolled her eyes. "We're driving. I guess Edward had enough of airports and mindless security people gawking at his pierced dick."

Jake whistled loudly. "His dick's pierced? That explains sooo much."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Bella snapped.

"Now I know why he offered to take Seth to get his own dick piercing."

She snorted, remembering how Edward had told her that he was helping Seth with a secret project. She was sure he'd somehow become Seth's nude model, not corrupting Jake's boyfriend to get a piercing.

And for the past month, Edward had visited his favorite tattoo artist religiously to have his right sleeve done. The intricate patterns of rope-like lines wound around his muscled arm ending in a handcuff around his knuckles. For his left arm, Edward had a similar pattern in his mind, but this handcuff would be open when the tiny key, still in the lock. Bella had loved his design from the moment she'd seen it on paper.

It had taken hours upon hours of discussing it with Tanya, his tattoo artist, before they'd started working on it on his skin.

After hanging up with Jacob, promising to see him and Seth during their stay in Forks, Bella walked to the stairs carefully between their luggage in the middle of the entry hallway. Bella had entrusted Rosalie with Freddie's well-being during their absence. It had felt odd most afternoon not to see him around or hear his panting, or have to take him for his walk.

Bella grabbed a shower, and when she was ready for bed, she wondered why Edward wasn't coming over. When she went to see what was holding him, she found him passed out diagonally on his bed in the attic. Bella wrapped the blanket around him as best as she could, before returning to her room. She'd exhausted him with their session.

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"I think we should stop for some sleep. You're exhausted," Bella said from the passenger seat. She was on the verge of falling asleep, but kept herself awake because Edward was trying to fight some record about being awake for too many hours, driving across the country in one long trip.

"I told you to sleep. No one nagged me while you napped."

"I hope you're not forgetting who you're talking to, Edward," she hissed.

He winced, glancing her way. "No, Lady Isabella."

"Good. Now pull the fuck over at the first motel you find."

It didn't take them long to reach a small town in the middle of nowhere. It was close to noon, which meant Edward had pushed himself for over twenty hours. Bella's palms were twitching to smack his ass for the careless behavior.

He dropped the speed by a few miles, searching for a motel sign, obviously not paying much attention to traffic. Bella noticed the light had turned red at what looked like the only crossroad in that town.

"RED!" she shouted, when Edward didn't seem to see it and was about to continue driving.

He slammed the brakes, making Bella propel forward. Her hands slapped against the dashboard while the seatbelt choked her.

"That's it. Get out of the car."

Edward stared at her in horror.

"I said…Get. Out. Of. The. Fucking. Car. NOW!" She undid her seatbelt, opening her door and jumping out. Edward stood by his door, still as a statue. "Get in the passenger seat," she snapped, climbing behind the wheel. "Seatbelt." Edward did as told, not making a sound.

When the light turned green, Bella floored the gas pedal, making the wheels squeal on the asphalt. It didn't take her long to spot a decent motel and park in front of it.

"Grab the overnight bag," she spat, leading the way to the reception desk. She asked for an available room, giving her information, taking deep breaths and trying to calm down. Edward was in no state for her to punish him.

Inside their room, she locked the door, rounding on him. He fell to his knees in the same second.

"I'm so sorry, Mistress. I endangered your life because I thought I could take us faster to your hometown."

"Did I tell you to push yourself like this?" she demanded.

"No. It was my decision."

"An unwise one. Get ready for bed. You'll sleep until I'm sure you're functional again."

Edward didn't move, which was unusual. He obeyed her to the dot. "You said Red, Mistress."

Bella frowned, before a slightly crazed laugh left her throat. "I meant the traffic light, you fool. Now, get up." She hoisted him into a standing position.

Edward shoved for a moment, before hugging her tightly, burrowing his face into her hair. "Forgive me."

"If you ever disregard my commands, you'll be in heaps of trouble."

"It will never happen again, Mistress." Edward rubbed his hands over her arms, lowering his head to kiss her. "I'm really sorry."

"Shower, then sleep," she said, pointing to their overnight bag.

While Edward was in the shower, Bella changed in a tank top and nothing else, except her panties. The room was warm and she liked feeling comfortable in her sleep.

She was under the fresh-smelling blanket, when Edward stepped out of the bathroom. He dropped the towel from around his waist, trading it for a pair of briefs. He got in bed next to her, on the edge of the mattress. He hadn't been this dramatic about their sleeping arrangement during her book tour.

"I'm already mad at you. If you don't move closer, I promise to you, you won't be able to sit down for a whole week," Bella threatened in a low voice.

Edward scooted closer to her, reaching a hand to caress her cheek. "I'm an asshole."

"You're just a thick-head man who decided to show the wrong person how big his balls are." He winced, closing his eyes briefly. Bella slid closer, pressing her cheek against his shoulder. "Let's sleep."

When Bella woke up from the much needed sleep, she found Edward curled on his side, facing away from her. At first, she figured he was cold since she'd hogged the blanket, then she noticed the way his back muscles quivered. She hovered with the blanket over his shoulders, watching him carefully, before she placed the blanket over him.

Edward kicked it away instantly, thrashing around. It took Bella years of training to block his flying arms, pinning them to the bed and straddle his hips. It wasn't the ideal way to pull him from his nightmare, but she'd rather not get smacked in the face.

Edward's eyes flew open, and it took him a moment to focus on her. The relief on his face was instant. His whole body sagged under her.

"I'm here, you're safe," she promised, lowering to wrap her arms around his neck. "Breathe," Bella said firmly. "Focus on my voice."

Edward's breathing became shallow and he kicked his legs, almost throwing Bella off balance.

"Edward," she snapped. "Stop moving."

Amazingly, he stopped writhing immediately.

"There you go," she whispered, stroking his hair. "Open your eyes. You're safe."

Edward's panicked green eyes shot open. He didn't seem to be fully awake and aware of his surroundings.

Bella chewed on her lips, not sure what to do in that situation.

She'd only had one Sub, hired from the agency, breaking down in hives during a scene. And that had happened only because he'd thought it wasn't necessary to tell her about his aversion to being gagged and blindfolded at the same time. He'd believed he was going to overcome his greatest fears in her Playroom, which ended up with him having a massive panic attack on her floor.

Bella cupped Edward's face between her hands, pressing her forehead against his. This technique had worked in the past for them — to make a safe bubble where it was just the two of them.

"Are you awake?" She had to make sure.

"Now, yes," he gasped, his eyelids fluttering.

"What were you dreaming about?"

Edward shook his head, whimpering.

"I can't help if I don't know what happened, Edward."

"I'm alright now, Mistress."

"The fuck, you are." She sat up on his lap. "Your body is still fighting to listen to me, because whatever you were dreaming scared you enough to forget your head."

"It's nothing, Mistress."

"If you lie so blatantly, you're going to be in a whole world of trouble. You've never upset me so much to give you a hard punishment. Do you want to find out what a real punishment is?"

Edward squirmed from under her, rushing in the bathroom direction. Bella stared, perplexed.

It was the second time he'd broken his stance. But what worried her more than how strong Edward was, it was the fact that he was retching. Whatever his nightmare had been about, was terrible enough to make him sick. And she'd threatened him with more pain.

"Edward," she called to him, walking slowly to the bathroom.

"Fuck." He flushed the toilet, curling into a ball against the wall. He pressed his face into his drawn knees.

Bella crouched by his side, stroking his hair. "Talk to me."

"I can't," he choked out.

"Don't make me drag it out of you and abuse your trust."

He rocked on the spot, hiccupping a sob. "Don't take it the wrong way please, Mistress. I'm the one who's fucked up." He lifted his head to look at her through wet eyes. "When you said 'red' yesterday, then told me to get out of the car…I was sure you were kicking me out."

Bella gasped in shock.

"It's my greatest fear to lose you. And I've acted like a tool since we've left Chicago."

"I would never kick you out of my life by leaving you on the side of the road. Yes, you drove me crazy since we left, but I also told you we weren't playing," she said softly, taking his hands in hers. "Judging by the fact that you called me Mistress in your state of panic, shows you still trust me to keep you safe."

"I do."

"Good. You'll have to get yourself together before we arrive in Forks. So here is what we're going to do. I'm driving and you either sit in the passenger seat or backseat, and listen to everything I say."

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you."

"We'll freshen up, get something to eat and hit the road."

After several hours of driving and night steadily surrounding them, since they'd messed up their schedule with their nap at the motel, Bella pulled up at the first gas station she found. She needed a strong coffee and a bathroom break.

"Use the toilet then meet me in front of the girls' toilet," she told Edward.

She needed the few minutes on her own to regroup and analyze if she was making a mistake by keeping Edward in subspace. He hadn't said much since his confession earlier.

When they neared Forks, she planned on finding a motel and attempting a scene with him, before slowly bringing him back. It was clear that what Edward needed after being treated so cruelly by Jane was therapy. Bella's words shouldn't have affected him that way.

He was waiting in front of the women's toilet. The two other women waiting for their turn were blatantly ogling him, and Bella put a possessive hand on his elbow, pulling him after her. She overheard one of the mindless idiots commenting about how that hottie didn't deserve to be manhandled. Bella felt Edward's tendons tensing up, right before he turned to the women.

"Mind you own fucking business!"

Bella tugged him to move along. "What the fuck, Edward?"

"Don't they realize, they're the ones with a problem? I'd rather be manhandled than fall under their hottie category."

"Did I allow you to act like a brat?"

He ran his free hand through his hair, closing his eyes. "I apologize, Mistress," he whispered.

Bella yanked him to her level. Edward kept his eyes on the ground, his shoulders hunched. "Just wait until our next stop. I don't want a sound from you. You better be dying, before you make another peep."

He nodded humbly. Bella dragged him after her to get more snacks and her much needed coffee.

Inside the car, she sipped from her coffee, while Edward sat in the passenger seat with his head bowed and his hands clasped on his lap.

"Sleep," she commanded, opening a Snickers bar.

His eyelids fell shut, and by the time Bella was done eating, his breathing had evened. It was amazing how he could sleep on command.

Bella drove slowly, enjoying the classic rock songs playing on a low volume. She stopped in Port Angeles for their final rest before arriving in Forks. She could have gone straight there, but Edward needed this session.

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