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I know not many of you agree with Bella's ways, but she doesn't know a different way. She's learning, though.

Inside the motel room, Bella dropped their bag to the floor, taking her jacket off.

"Use the bathroom if you need to. Undress and kneel at the foot of the bed."

Edward hurried to take his clothes off, while Bella went to the bathroom.

She washed her face, leaving her clothes in a pile by the shower stall. She hadn't bothered with a bra after their last stop, so she returned to their room in just her blue cotton panties.

Edward was kneeling at the foot of the bed, as she'd instructed him. His back straight, his head down, his arms on either side of his body. For the first time since they'd started playing, he wasn't hard, not even halfway.

Bella took a deep breath, going to shut the curtains before stopping at Edward's side. She raked her nails through his hair, grazing his scalp.

"You disappointed me with your behavior." He didn't even flinch at her words. "Since I didn't plan on playing during this holiday and I'm not prepared with any toys, you'll enjoy my palm on your ass." Bella sat on the bed, scooting farther up. "Lay across my lap, ass in the air." Edward complied without a word, as he'd been told.

Bella ran a hand over his smooth ass cheeks. "I'm thinking thirty strikes. Not a single sound."

He nodded, resting his elbows against her thigh and pressing his face into his forearms.

Bella started slow, with soft smacks that resounded in the quiet room. As they grew in intensity and frequency, Edward started panting. She was impressed by how obedient he could be when punished.

By the time she got closer to thirty, her palms were itching and Edward's ass was hot and flaming red. His dick had started swelling, but every time it twitched, Edward shifted away in a vain attempt for Bella not to feel it. She hoped he wasn't ashamed by how his body reacted to her touches — no matter what sort of touches they were.

With one last smack, she pushed against his thigh.

"Crawl to the edge of the bed. Face me in a kneeling position."

Edward did as asked, taking his usual kneeling position, on the bed this time.

"Spit on your right palm. Rub your dick."

He hesitated for a split second, before listening to her command. Bella had meant to simply watch, but the sight was hotter than hell. Even if Edward seemed ashamed by what he was doing, he was the most gorgeous man alive.

"A little more enthusiastic. Do you need an incentive?" Bella shimmied out of her panties, throwing them next to him. Then she opened her legs, licking her lips. "Look at me." His eyes shot to her already glistening pussy. "Now fuck your fist as if you were pounding my pussy."

Edward gulped, before he succumbed to the feeling of his hand stroking his dick. His eyes never strayed from her pussy and how Bella was rubbing her clit in small circles.

"Play with your piercing." Edward set his jaw as he did as told. "Rub the tip hard." He gasped loudly, his stomach muscles contracting. His eyes shot to her face for a moment, before they fluttered closed. "Look at my pussy. Don't stop rubbing."

Edward's lust-hooded eyes stayed on her fingers playing with her wetness, while he kept working his length with one hand and with the other rubbing his tip.

"Squeeze your balls. Don't come," she breathed, noticing the strains in his legs. She kept rubbing herself, dipping two fingers inside. It wasn't enough. It hadn't been since Edward had shown her what his long, skilled fingers could do…or his dick. This time, he was being punished.

Bella was leaning toward leaving him with a case of blue balls, but that would be a short pain for him. What would have a better impact would be a ruined orgasm by his own hands.

When she came, she kept her eyes on his twitching dick and his hands rubbing it just right. He was on the edge judging by his labored breathing and sucked in stomach.

"Are you close?" He nodded furiously. "Are you going to come in the next minute?" He bit on his lip, nodding firmly. "Now?" She leaned closer, blowing her hot breath over this sensitive dick. Edward stifled a whimper. "Now?" She repeated, blowing over his head. His jaw went slack. "Hands off."

Edward's eyes stared at her in agony, but he placed his hands on the top of his thighs.

Holding his gaze, Bella flicked her tongue over his titanium barbell. Cum erupted from the slit, a second after she moved away.

He grunted quietly, quivering and clawing at his thighs.

"Did you learn your lesson? You may speak."

"Yes," he gasped, hunching over. "Yes, Mistress."

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Edward cleared his throat as Bella decreased the speed when she rounded on her childhood street in Forks.

She glanced at him, sitting straight in his seat, his eyes out the window. "Yes?"

"You didn't tell me much about your family. Is it just your dad and your son?"

"Yes," she said, a little too harshly. "Don't mention my mother in front of Charlie…or me," she added.

"I'm sorry. Uh…I'll stop asking questions."

"Look, I'll tell you…eventually." She parked behind Charlie's cruiser. "Don't slip in calling me Mistress," she practically begged.

"I promise, Isabella," he said with a small smile, as if to prove to her he could call her by her name.

"Let's go. We'll come back for the bags later."

They walked to the front door holding hands. Bella felt as if Edward was back to his old self, though she couldn't put behind how affected he'd been by her words. Maybe it was the fact that he was already feeling guilty for not listening to her and he kept driving, but he shouldn't have reacted so violently when she'd pointed out the light was red and that they had to switch so she'd find them a motel safely.

In front of the door, Bella realized she didn't have the keys. She had to knock, which upset her.

They heard footsteps running to the door and after a moment, it was wrenched open.

Riley stood just inside the entryway, dressed in a SpongeBob t-shirt and a pair of sweats, with white socks on his feet. His hair was shorter than it had been in September.

"Hi!" He stared at Bella seemingly in shock, glancing shyly at Edward.

"Hi, Riley." Bella stepped forward, cupping his shoulder. "This is my friend Edward."

"Your BOYfriend, you mean? Pops said you were bringing someone."

Bella rolled her eyes, turning to pull Edward inside and close the door. "Speaking of Pops. Where is he?"

Riley shuffled on spot, scratching the back of his head. "He was called at the station."

"The cruiser is parked in front of the house," Bella pointed out. She had no idea why Riley would lie.

"It's broken. He took the truck. It's not the first time I'm alone for a few hours."

Before she could start screaming about Charlie's incompetence, Edward wrapped an arm around her waist, stepping closer. He offered his other hand to Riley.

"Nice to meet you, Riley. I'm Edward."

Riley stared at him for a long minute, before he shook his hand. "Hi. Cool bracelet."

Edward smiled, meeting Bella's eyes. "It's a gift from your mom."

Bella leaned into Edward's side, more so she'd find her balance. She rarely acknowledged the fact that she was Riley's mom. No one talked about it so openly. She had nearly beat Jake up several years ago when they'd gone Christmas shopping and she had no idea what to get Riley. Jake had complained that "He's your son, you should know what he likes," which ended in Bella screaming at him.

Riley's wide pale green eyes glued to Bella's. She offered him a smile. "Want to help us bring our bags inside?"

"Pops finally finished the guest bedroom…no one's ever used it."

"No way," Bella gasped. The guest bedroom was a room downstairs which Charlie had always used as a storage room. He'd started restoring it after Bella's visit with Eric, so she'd never have to sleep in a hotel again when she visited. After that, every time she came home, she either slept on the couch or in Riley's room, which was her old room.

"Yeah. He insisted on painting the walls yellow and buying purple bed covers, because you liked it."

Bella tried not to grimace. She'd once decided to paint the cupboards in the kitchen bright yellow. But she was sixteen back then. And purple was most definitely not her favorite color, but Charlie had bought her a new shirt once and she'd promised him it was cool and that she liked it. Apparently parents had a good memory with things their children said they liked when they were six.

Bella took her laptop bag and the overnight bag they had used on the way here. Edward grabbed the two suitcases and his guitar case.

"Holy shit! You play guitar?" And that's how Edward became Riley's new favorite person.

Edward had insisted upon bringing his guitar only because he couldn't leave it behind. Bella tried not to find too much logic in his explanation that it was like she couldn't part from her laptop.

She was glad she didn't insist on him leaving his guitar home.

Riley was bouncing around them as they walked back inside, asking if Edward wanted to hear him play and say if he was any good.

"We're here for a couple of weeks, Riley." Bella stopped there, because what she wanted to say next sounded mean even in her head. It wasn't like either of them was really tired or didn't have the patience to be around a child, but she wanted a few minutes alone with Edward. "I'll show Edward where we're sleeping and join you in the living room."

Riley pouted, but left the guest bedroom.

"Jesus. He wasn't so intrusive before."

"He's growing up. I was just like him. Remember my stories?" Edward sounded amused.

"Edward, I have no fucking idea what to do, how to act around him…"

He stifled a smile, wrapping his arms around her waist. "You're cute when you have no clue what you're doing. It's a new look I see on you. You're always so confident…"

"Do you want another spanking?" She laughed.

"We're not playing, Isabella, remember?"

"Are you going to act like a brat about it?"

Edward leaned closer, brushing his nose against hers. "Let me teach you how your son is not the devil."

"Stop saying such things. You called me his mom earlier."

"Aren't you?" He frowned, rubbing a hand over her back.

"I wouldn't call myself that. The closest thing to a parent he's got is my dad. He's redeemed himself for all the long hours he'd left me alone as a child. That's why I was upset earlier. I hope Charlie is not leaving him alone to run to work, now that Riley is old enough to fend for himself."

"Maybe we should talk about this later. Let's go to him now," Edward suggested.

"If you act like a smart-ass, you'll be in trouble when we get home," Bella hissed, as they left the guest bedroom.

"Noted," Edward said cheerfully, kissing her cheek.

"You cheeky asshole," she gasped.

He laughed, leading her to the living room.

Riley was on the couch, one of his legs thrown over the back of it, his head hanging down, a book in his hands.

"How is that comfortable?" Bella inquired.

She was amazed how he didn't fall over at being startled. He adjusted his position to sit on the couch, with the book next to him. But Bella was horrified he'd dog-eared the page.

She pulled out of her back pocket the receipt from the gas station, going to place it between the pages, before smoothing the corner.

"Never do this again," she said seriously.

"It's an object without feelings."

"It's not okay to bend the corner like that. It can damage the book," she insisted sternly.

"It's an object," Riley repeated, staring at her as if she was crazy.

"Your mom might be biased," Edward joked, sitting next to them.

Bella elbowed him in the stomach, making him grunt in pain. He'd called her Riley's mom, again.

"I don't always have a bookmark around," Riley hedged.

"This is a receipt. A bookmark can be anything. I once used a flower to remember what page I was at while reading Wuthering Heights." Bella could feel her cheeks burning, but no one present had to know how she'd once foolishly imagined herself as Cathy, and Jacob as Heathcliff. It was embarrassing enough she'd admitted it to Jacob many years later, while being drunk.

"Okay, okay," Riley mumbled, taking his book from her.

"Is Charlie gone a lot?" She asked.

Riley shrugged, ruffling the book's pages.

"Riley," Bella said softly, leaning closer. "How often does it happen for Pops to leave you alone?"

"Why do you care? I don't mind that he's gone. He catches the bad guys."

Bella felt like the air had been knocked out of her lungs. Riley was right. She shouldn't care. But she did.

She chose to share her own memories and brush off how Riley's honest answer hurt. "I was in your shoes, Riley. I didn't mind that he was at work all the time. But it hurt when I got older and all the other kids had fond memories of their parents. I had lonely hours with my books."

Riley looked at her sharply, and Bella could almost see the same glint Liam used to have. "I'll never have fond memories of my parents, because I don't have parents!" He stormed out of the room, but stopped in the doorway. "I understand why you left me with Pops, but don't blame him for how he's raising me."

Edward wrapped his arms around Bella when she started sobbing. He held her tightly, rocking her on the spot until the front door opened.

She brushed at her eyes and cheeks. Charlie stopped in the doorway of the living room, smiling widely. His happiness at seeing his daughter disappeared as soon as he noticed how distraught she was.

"What's wrong, honey?" He shot Edward a curious look, as he approached them.

Bella got up to hug her dad. "I had a reality check, that's all. Uh, this is Edward." She waved to him.

Edward sprung to his feet, taking Charlie's hand. "Edward Masen, sir."

"Charlie Swan." His eyes slid to Bella then back to him. "If you ever need advice on how to handle my daughter, I'm an open book."

"Dad!" Bella cried out.

"Thank you, sir. There's no need. I might know your daughter better than she knows herself."

She stared at Edward in surprise, but she realized how true his words were. He knew exactly what she needed, he anticipated her needs, he knew when to act up in the Playroom and when to obey her every command.

"Can I have a word with you?" She nodded to the kitchen, waiting for her dad to head that way first. "I'll be right back," she promised Edward.

"Is Rile upstairs? I got him a chocolate donut - his favorite. I had no idea you'd arrive so early. I'd have gotten you some."

"He told me you leave him alone while you're at work," Bella started.

"If you're here to preach against my ways of raising your boy, be my guest and take him with you to Chicago."

"Dad…" Bella grimaced. "I'm just worried, because I know how it affected me in the long run…"

"I swear to God, Bella! If you decide to waltz back here once every year and criticize the way I'm raising your boy, I want to see you doing it better. I'm doing my best, but I'm not getting any younger."

"What are you saying?" Bella asked faintly.

"You should think seriously to find him a good high school in Chicago. It's time you own up to your mistake."

"MISTAKE?" Bella yelled. "That fucking monster violated me, Charlie! Should I refresh your memory?"

"I remember perfectly well, Bella. I was supportive. I took him in when I saw you couldn't deal with having a baby, but eleven years have passed!"

"I can't look him in the eyes," Bella screamed. "I'm trying my best. I've been trying for years! Every time I see him, I remember that monster!"

Charlie's shoulders sagged and he stared at her heartbroken.

"Spare me any remorse about your words. It's clear you feel like Riley is a burden to you. I'll let you know what I decide by the time we leave." She spun on her heel. Her eyes widened in horror at Riley hanging by the railing with Edward close to him, wearing a sorrowful look.

Bella turned to the front door, grabbing a jacket from the hanger, not even caring it wasn't hers, as she ran out. She struggled to get her arms in Edward's jacket, as she hurried toward the forest. She had the urge to scream at the top of her lungs and kick something. The rage boiling in her veins was mostly at herself, but soon it was directed at Liam, then to her father, even to Riley himself.

Bella slumped on a fallen log, not caring one bit that it was freezing outside. She let out an enraged yell, wrapping her arms around herself.

She felt like she'd failed everyone who was supposed to be important to her.

Footsteps drew nearer, and she attempted to get control over her emotions. She rarely allowed her emotions to dictate her actions.

She half expected Riley to come to her, but he probably hated her guts.

Edward knelt in front of her, shuffling closer until he could hug her. "Shh."

"I'm a horrible person."

"You should come back and talk to Riley. You'll be surprised. He's on your side, and blaming Charlie."

"What," she gasped.

"Come on," he urged her in a soft voice. "It's cold out here."

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