This whole chapter is one big lemon.

Bella said she was Green with the blindfold covering her eyes. It was time for her to feel.

Edward walked closer, knowing her other senses were heightened and every touch would be amplified, especially when she didn't know where to expect it.

Edward traced the back of his fingers over her collarbone, making Bella jump and gasp. He smiled, lightly scratching the length of her throat up to her jaw with his blunt nails. She shuddered, a moan escaping her lips. Then, he caressed her lower lip with his thumb.

"Stand," he ordered softly.

Bella felt for the edge of the bed to her right to brace herself as she got up. Once she was in a standing position, she kept her head down, breathing shallowly.

She didn't seem afraid, only exceptionally aroused, which pleased Edward.

"Color?" he checked, going to his drawer for something Bella would enjoy greatly.

"Green, Sir." Her voice was filled with desire.

Edward opened the second drawer and pulled out a wooden box he rarely used. The soft feathers inside were meant to take the Sub to new heights. He picked the black ostrich feather.

When he turned to Bella, he noticed how tense she looked, bracing herself for his next touch.

"Relax."

She gulped, sagging her shoulders, but the tension wasn't gone. It would take some time for her to completely trust him, to believe he'd not harm her when she was the most vulnerable.

Edward ran the feather over her spine. Bella gasped loudly, jerking away.

"Don't move." Edward grabbed her elbow, bringing her back in the spot she'd been before.

"Is that a feather?"

"Yes," he answered. He should be upset with her for talking freely, but she was so raw to this lifestyle, it was a miracle she hadn't cracked yet. "Now, don't talk unless I'm asking you something."

"Yes, Sir." Bella seemed to love that phrase a little too much, especially judging by the smirk on her lips.

The feather touched her tummy, and this time, Bella only sucked in a breath. It took her several long moments to release it. As soon as she did, Edward stroked the feather over her breasts, making goosebumps erupt on her skin. He noticed how she pressed her thighs together, and it was his turn to smirk.

Without any warning for her, Edward cupped her sex. She was soaking wet already, juices covering his palm and fingers.

"Oh, God!" Bella threw her head back, grabbing his shoulder.

"You can be as vocal as you want, but you don't get to touch me," he reminded her.

It took an inhuman effort for Edward to step back. Bella whimpered at the loss, turning her head to where she thought he was, wrong by a foot.

"I'm sorry, Sir." And what Edward had expected from the beginning, happened. Bella sagged forward a little, one hand resting over her bare sex, while her other arm pushed against her breasts, as if to cover herself. She was finally conscious about being naked and vulnerable in front of him. "Please." Her thighs squeezed together.

It took Edward a moment to realize that what he'd witnessed wasn't shyness. She was trying to touch herself. That was unacceptable.

He chucked away the feather, retrieving the lace ribbon Bella had given him on his birthday. It had quickly become his favorite. He had a variety of silky ties and ropes in the bottom drawer, but that one was unique, like her.

Edward grabbed Bella's hips, spinning her around, before pushing her back on the bed. She fell with a gasp. Then, Edward arranged her, so her arms were stretched toward the headboard where he quickly tied her wrists to it.

"Too tight?"

Bella tugged at the restrains. "No."

"Want to revise your answer?" he asked carefully.

"Oh, shit," she mumbled under her breath. "No, Sir."

Baby steps, Edward reminded himself.

He brought over the G-spot vibrator, placing it on the bed by her thigh. He spread her legs, kneeling between them. He ran his fingers over her inner thighs, and Bella moaned loudly, her body quivering.

"Don't close your legs, or I'll stop."

She spread them wider, as her body went rigid with anticipation.

"Please, relax." Edward lifted one of her legs, placing it on his shoulder, kissing behind her knee. She smelled like his shower gel, which awakened a deeper hunger within him. He wanted to claim her as his in all ways possible.

Bella jerked when his lips touched the skin under her knee, which led Edward to believe she was ticklish. That was something to explore another time.

He picked up the vibrator, turning it on. It buzzed softly in the otherwise quiet room. Bella groaned, bucking her hips.

"Tsk, tsk." Instead of using the toy where she wanted it, Edward ran it over her pebbled nipples.

Bella thrashed under him, crying out his name. It made Edward pause. This was the time where lines had to be drawn.

"Don't stop! Please, Sir. Please!"

Bella wasn't quite yet ready to go under all the way. Some of the most experienced Subs rarely went under that deep, but they knew not to call their Dom on their given name.

If Edward let it slide now, Bella would think it was okay to call him that during their scenes. The problem was that he was having trouble making a difference between scene and real life at the moment, too.

He was not in the right mindset, considering he was analyzing all his decisions. This relationship was something new for both of them.

Edward turned off the vibrator, leaning over Bella's body to untie her blindfold. When their eyes met, he said a word he hadn't spoken during playtime since his time with Siobhan.

"Yellow."

She blinked, slowly focusing her brown eyes on his. Edward worked on untying her hands as she stared at him in surprise.

"What?" She sat up on her elbows. "I thought I was the one supposed to say that."

Edward moved to sit at the foot of the bed, running a hand through his hair. "Nothing about this is usual, Bella."

"Okay. So, why are you freaking out?" She crawled to him.

Edward was amused at how their roles had reversed. She cupped his cheek, watching him worried.

"You can't call me by my name during a scene." He searched her eyes, seeing how she took the news. "But then, I'm afraid I won't be able to do the same. I know I'm going to call you Bella."

"I still don't get it," she said honestly.

"How do I explain it?" He took her hands in his. "Dom/Sub relationships are purely sexual, like I told you before. Usually, they just meet strictly for the scene, before returning to their lives. They never use the other's name."

"How do they call each other? I'm sure there is a time when one of them has to say the other's name."

"The Sub addresses the Dom as Sir or Master, while the Dom uses a pet name of his choice. Like, praising the good Sub's actions with 'Good girl', or something similar."

Bella nodded, chewing on her lip. "So, I was right. We have to switch roles."

Edward started regretting stopping the scene to have this conversation. It was moot. "No."

Bella laughed uneasily.

"Look, what I'm saying is…try and not call me Edward during a scene. If you must, be sure it's only when you're close to release. Because, I know I'm going to call you Bella at some point."

"So, you stopped only to tell me what I already knew. I realized saying your name was overstepping some invisible line, but I couldn't help it."

Edward smiled, leaning to kiss her. Bella's eyelids fluttered shut, as she sagged into his arms. "Resume?"

She smiled against his lips, returning to the head of the bed, placing her hands against the headboard.

"Good girl," he murmured. He continued kissing her, as he tied her hands.

"Blindfold, Sir?" she asked, confused, when he didn't place it back.

"I want to see your eyes." It wasn't a lie. Besides, Bella's expressive eyes always told him when she was close to an orgasm. He'd need to know when to stop.

"Are you going to tease me for hours? Do I have to hold my orgasm again?"

Edward lifted a brow, amused at how quick she forgot her place. "In case it needed clarification, we're back in the scene."

"I know. That's why…" Her eyes widened in awareness. "Ooops?"

Edward flipped her body over, so she was on her stomach. "I remember I owe you some spanking." Her body tensed, and her breathing picked up. "Remember your colors if it gets to be too much."

She nodded into the mattress.

"Answer me." He caressed the soft skin on her buttocks.

"Yes, Sir." Her voice was small, lifeless.

Time to test how well Bella could take punishment. Edward sat on the back of her thighs, lifting his right hand, before letting it fall on her left cheek. Bella jumped under him, but she had nowhere to go. She was trapped.

He applied the same treatment to her other cheek, and she shifted a little.

"Stop moving," he demanded.

If Bella couldn't handle some light spanking, he was afraid how she'd react to the paddle. Hopefully, they'd never have to find out.

Three more slaps later, her ass was pink and warm.

"Color?"

It took her a moment to answer. "Green, Sir."

Edward leaned over the length of her body, making sure to push his clothed erection against the heated skin of her ass. He moved away the ponytail covering her cheek, but he found her eyes squeezed shut.

Sighing heavily, Edward turned her around gently. He ran his fingers over her stretched arms, making her shiver.

"Open your eyes, Isabella."

She obeyed immediately. Her pupils were blown with arousal and need. Edward had expected to find tears. Spanking turned her on, which was good to know.

A light blush colored her cheeks, as she kept staring at him. He smiled gently.

"Never be ashamed of what your body desires." He kissed her long and hard.

Never breaking the kiss, Edward retrieved the vibrator, bringing it back to her breasts and turning it on.

"Oh," Bella breathed against his lips. She wrapped a leg around his waist.

"Tsk." Edward pulled away, pushing her leg back on the bed. "More spanking?" he teased.

"Please, Sir."

"Please yes, or please no?" He had to know what she wanted.

Bella pushed her chest toward the vibrator hovering in the air a few inches away from her skin. She tugged at the restraints, groaning in frustration.

"You have to tell me what you want."

She stared at him worried, finally grasping her role.

"Speak freely," he encouraged.

"I want the vibrator on my pussy…Sir."

He chuckled, complying as soon as the words were out of her mouth. Clearly, Bella hadn't expected it.

She clenched her thighs, fighting the natural urge to lift her hips off the bed. Edward caressed her hips, keeping the toy pressed against her wetness. Bella's eyes rolled back and a long moan escaped her lips. Edward started rubbing the side of the vibrator between her folds.

"Don't come," he ordered.

Her fists clenched around the lace material around the headboard's ornament. Her chest was raising and falling rapidly.

Edward pushed the toy into her body until the clitoral vibrator rested where it was intended to be. Bella tensed immediately, and Edward knew she was fighting a losing battle against holding her release.

"Oh, God! I'm going to…Sir!" Her blown pupils met his, begging for mercy.

Edward started moving the toy inside her in slow, deliberate movements, keeping the upper side of the toy on her clit.

"Oh, fuck!" Bella's legs started shaking and her back arched.

"Don't. Come."

Edward used the hand on her hips to touch her quivering tummy muscles, which made Bella thrash wildly.

"I can't!" she wailed. Her whole body was shaking.

Edward pulled out the vibrator, and Bella cursed loudly, glaring at him. Instead of being upset, it amused Edward. She looked wrecked, on the verge of release.

Juices soaked the bedsheet, as Edward took in the beauty of her open and ready for him. He could have prolonged the play, but his dick was straining hard against his briefs.

After stepping out of them, and taking a condom, he returned between her open thighs. Edward filled her without warning, extracting a guttural groan from Bella. He picked the vibrator again, pressing the small protuberance intended to put pressure on her clit against the spot where their bodies were joined.

Bella's legs shook wildly and her hands tugged at the restrains. She screamed until her voice was raw. Edward expected Felix or Tanya to come and check if he was murdering Bella. He'd never had someone as vocal as her.

"I don't care if you beat with me with a hot iron stick but I'm coming!" she shouted.

Edward kept his free hand on her hip, moving the vibrator right above her clit, as he moved into her with hard and deep strokes.

"Oooohhhh…fuuuuuck!" Bella convulsed, throwing her head back.

It took Edward a second to realize what was happening. She was squeezing him too hard and the sounds their body made were wetter than what was normal. He pulled away in time for her to gush all over his chest.

"Fuck me!" she cried out. "Get back in." She was beyond reason, and Edward couldn't be upset with her.

He had only once made a Sub squirt, but it had been his intention to do so in the scene. With Bella, he hadn't even tried.

He dove back inside her, and she screamed his name, moving against him, gasping loudly. He knew when it hit her again, and this time he fucked her through it, making Bella thrash wildly under him, her arms straining against the restraints. Her inner walls were like a vice grip on him, which was enough to trigger his own release.

As he untied her hands, Bella kept shivering in aftershocks.

"Wow," she murmured.

Edward grinned, kissing the top of her head. "How are we?"

A beautiful smile graced her lips. "Greener than the Amazon forest."

He laughed, kissing her nose. "I meant, how are you feeling?"

"Do I still have a body?"

"Yup."

Her eyes fluttered shut, and Edward knew that such an intense release would make her tired. He brought over a wet cloth to clean her, before draping the blanket over their bodies.

He was pleased that Bella had enjoyed the scene. Hopefully, it put all her worries to rest.

If I got anything wrong regarding this lifestyle, I apologize. I did some research, but there would probably still be some mistakes.

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