Enjoy the lemonade, or should we call it hot chocolate?

Bella thrashed around, panting and gasping for air. Her hands were tied to the headboard with the ribbon she'd gotten Edward for his birthday. Her legs wouldn't stop shaking at how badly she was straining against coming.

Edward was restless.

Her body was his favorite instrument, and he played it perfectly.

Bella was still wearing the satin panties Alice had forced upon her, while Edward was still wearing his dress pants. His shirt was unbuttoned to the third button, his sleeves rolled to his elbows, but he hadn't made any conscious effort to take it off.

At that moment, he was on the fifth attempt to teach her to hold her release. After the first blissful orgasm, Bella had tried to stall the impending volcano in her tummy from exploding, but each time, Edward did something new to bring her over the edge. It was like he wanted her to fail.

The vibrator was shoved into her folds, only the satin separating it from touching her skin. It was set on the highest speed, if the previous experiences said anything. Edward was busy licking and sucking at her nipples. Then, he started rubbing the vibrator against her swollen sex.

"Oh God." Bella tugged at her restrains, her whole body shaking.

She clenched her teeth, trying to think of anything that would help to keep the orgasm at bay. But Edward's lips, his tongue, his teeth, and most importantly – the vibrations on her wet sex were slowly spiraling her toward another failure.

"Please! Please, Sir." She had stopped finding it odd to call him that. "Please."

Edward's hot breath was on her face, his lips licking her cheeks, which she realized were covered in her tears.

"Just a little longer, baby."

She gasped, suddenly cold and vulnerable when he pulled away. The vibrator was chucked to the floor.

Her eyes stayed on Edward at the foot of the bed, undressing hurriedly. She nearly came just by watching his glorious body. She stared, amused, as his hands shook while he ripped a condom foil.

He was just as excited as her.

When he climbed on the bed, settling between her open legs, Bella tugged at the restrains. She wanted to touch him. Edward didn't pay her demand any mind. He leaned over to kiss a line down her jaw to her shoulder until his lips wrapped around her left nipple again. He seemed addicted to her breasts.

"You'll come when I've moved three times inside you." His voice was rough and husky.

"Yes, Sir," she breathed out, lifting her hips. "Please."

He peeled the ruined panties down her legs, throwing them over his shoulder.

"Demanding, aren't we?" He held her hips on his lap, as he slowly inched inside her.

"Stop!" She clenched her muscles, squeezing her eyes shut.

When she felt him freeze above her, she remembered his promise to always stop when she wanted him to.

"Don't go," she added when she felt him withdrawing. "Just give me a moment. I don't want to fail this time."

He breathed in what sounded like relief. When Bella opened her eyes, she found his concerned green eyes on her. She nodded, and Edward braced himself with on hand on her hip and one holding himself up near her head.

He made sure the three strokes were long and languid.

"Come," he breathed into her ear.

Bella bucked into him, as her world exploded around her. It felt like she was floating above the bed, disconnected from her body.

She was brought back to their activities by Edward fucking her hard. She was sensitive all over, and when she felt her sex quivering again, Bella was sure her heart would explode from the sheer pleasure. Edward didn't falter his aggressive pace, extracting two more orgasms from her spent body, before he collapsed next to her.

Bella was vaguely aware of her hands being untied, but she was too blissed out to move one inch. She felt a soft material covering her sensitive body, making her shake in aftershocks. She thought she heard Edward chuckle.

Morning brought dark clouds outside the large window of Edward's room. It was such a contrast to what she felt.

Bella rolled onto her side, surprised she still had a body. She was sure she'd left it somewhere behind her with what Edward had made her feel during the night.

He was on his stomach, sleeping soundly. The sheet covered his lower back and ass, leaving the rest of his back open for her gawking.

The tiny scars had to be from his time in that club he'd told her about in his first email. Bella wasn't going to ask. She knew better than to ask unwanted questions about scars.

She tucked his hair behind his ear, kissing the spot where his jawline met his neck.

"Mmmm…" he groaned, blinking slowly.

"Morning," she whispered into his ear, taking his lobe into her mouth.

"I'd say it's a very good morning."

She rolled him onto his back, pulling the sheet aside. She licked her lips, eyeing his hard dick. Edward grabbed her wrist before she could reach for it. She shook her hand free, accomplishing her task. He groaned loudly.

It was his turn to feel like he was losing his mind.

Bella leaned in to take him into her mouth. She'd only gone down on one of her previous trysts, but tasting Edward wasn't as horrible as she'd remembered. Sure, it wasn't the best thing she had ever tasted, but he deserved it for how he'd made her feel.

Bella wasn't sure if what she did felt good for him, but then, she was flipped onto her back. Edward ripped a condom foil with his teeth, spitting the plastic away. Then, he was inside her, moving urgently.

"Fuck," she cried out. Her sex was still sensitive after the previous night. "Oh, God! Tell me I can come."

He chuckled, wrapping his fingers into her hair, bringing her mouth to his. "Come as much as you want, Bella."

Her eyes rolled back when he shoved his tongue deep inside her mouth. She shuddered against him, making him curse.

It didn't last as long as she'd wanted, but they had both been too keyed up to prolong the outcome.

"You had me convinced, Mr. Cullen," she teased.

"A little too late to change your mind now, don't you think?"

She grinned. "What time is it?"

He reached for his phone, chuckling. "It's barely six."

"Oh." She'd been sure it was much later.

"You have to go," he said quietly, touching her face.

"Yes. I want this." She kissed his lips. "All of it."

Edward smiled, hugging her to his sweaty chest. "How about a shower before I let you go?"

"But no hanky-panky. I'm kind of sore."

"I'm sorry," he apologized.

After the shower in his obscenely big bathroom, Edward opened the doors of his walk-in closet, frowning.

"I guess I fully understand the walk of shame concept," Bella mumbled, picking up her dress from the door.

"You won't have to do it if the idea of wearing some borrowed clothes doesn't disturb you," Edward said slowly, still frowning.

Bella held her dress in her hands, staring at him confused. "I still have to bring you back that shirt."

"Forget about it." He extended his hand, "Come here."

She gasped at the sight of rows of women's clothes on the left side of his walk-in closet. It took her a fraction of a second to understand why he had these clothes.

"You never gave them away?" she guessed, as a shiver ran down her spine.

"Like I said…if it doesn't disturb you. Some still have the tags on them." He pointed to a pair of black yoga pants. "Please, take them. I've been thinking about donating all of them. I'm ready to move on."

Bella swallowed hard. "Thank you," she accepted the sweats, "But could I borrow a shirt from you?"

His lips quirked up. "I like seeing you in my clothes."

"And to think, I wouldn't wear any underwear…" she mused aloud, dropping the towel.

"Get dressed, before I bend you over." Edward turned to look through his section of clothes.

Bella knew she was pushing her luck, but she never knew when to shut up. "For more sex or for a spanking?"

Edward dropped the belt he'd picked, turning slowly to face her. "You're not ready for my punishments, Isabella."

"What if I want to be spanked?"

"So help me…get dressed!" he snapped.

Bella felt like a berated child, as she pulled on the pants and the black shirt he offered her. Her current attire didn't go with her pumps, so she held them in her hand, along with her dress. She trailed after Edward to the kitchen, wondering if they'd part ways upset.

"Tanya, make my coffee to go. Make sure Bella gets something to eat before she leaves."

Bella's mouth dropped. What the hell.

Tanya watched them, entertained. So much for the staff being discreet as Bella had thought. Maybe that was only Felix?

"Felix has the car outside," Tanya said, pouring the coffee from the black mug into a travel cup.

Edward steered Bella to a stool. "Sit. You need to eat before going."

"And you don't?" she challenged.

"I have brunch with a client. I'll bet Jane already has some pastry waiting on my desk, anyway."

Bella realized how everyone around him was a step ahead to please him, and she was three steps behind to upset him.

She looped her arms around his waist. "I'm sorry for earlier."

"We'll have to discuss that later."

"I'm working tonight. I'll get Friday and the weekend off," she offered.

"Okay." Edward combed his fingers through her damp hair, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Bella tried not to think of the audience. She kept her arms around his waist, tilting her head so she could kiss him properly. Edward smiled against her lips.

When he was gone, Bella turned to grab the only mug of coffee left on the island counter. She was surprised to find a plate holding toast, two slices of bacon, and some scrambled eggs next to her coffee.

Bella picked up the fork, carefully cutting into the scrambled eggs.

"So, how long have your worked for Edward?" she asked curiously.

Tanya leaned over the counter, keeping her dark eyes on her. "Long enough."

She didn't look all that old, not like the usual maid would be, but what did Bella know about such things?

Tanya sounded on the edge of hostility, and Bella had no idea why.

"Thanks for breakfast," she said, trying to mollify her.

"You're not exactly Mr. Cullen's type. Whatever game you're playing, you'd better drop it before he gets hurt. Because I've seen him hurt, and I don't plan on seeing it again." Her words cut deep into Bella's insecurities.

Bella managed a few more bites and a gulp of coffee, before picking up her dress and shoes. She stopped at the front door, turning to Tanya.

"Tell Edward I'm sorry."

Tanya nodded seriously, smirking victoriously when Bella turned to go.

If the staff knew him as well as this, maybe Edward had been the one playing games. Why would he try so hard? He'd known from moment one that Bella had no clue what his lifestyle meant, and that she might never be able to give him what he wanted.

All the way home, Bella sobbed her heart out. It was a miracle she didn't crash the car.

See you on Wednesday?

I know most of you liked Tanya, well...she is the good guy. She's looking out for Edward, and Bella's too insecure.

There won't be too much drama regarding this. I promise.