Ok, this is M-rated. I repeat: this is M-rated. You have been warned. Proceed at your own risk.
"I did not even tell the other students that you were the author!" He tried to defend himself.
"That is irrelevant! That doesn't matter! What matters is I did not write that story so that you could expose it the way you did. It was private, intimate, and you made it public! I did not want anyone to read it!"
Dammit! What was so difficult to understand? Anger had my eyes welling with tears again.
"Except me…" His voice was but a whisper as realization seemed to dawn on him.
I raised my tear-filled eyes to him.
"Isabella… did you write this story for me?" He asked softly, anchoring his penetrating gaze into mine.
Once again, I diverted my eyes from his. His gaze was hurting me. I went to sit on my bed, wanting to put some distance between him and me.
"I just… I wanted to get you to react." I said in a low voice as though speaking to myself.
Against all odds, Edward came to join me on my bed. This new proximity made me tense beside him. Edward was on my bed. And we were alone. In my room... I had literally dreamed about this. Yet, now all I wanted was for him to leave and to stay far, far away from me.
"Get me to react in regard to what?" He repeated my words.
I sighed. Here we go.
"In regard to the freshmen welcome party… or rather what happened afterwards." My voice was but a whisper.
"You really don't remember at all, do you?" He inquired and moved even closer to me.
"All I know is that you brought me home." I confessed.
"And you don't remember what happened once we were alone together in your bedroom that night?"
I shook my head, my eyes riveted to my feet.
"Why didn't you ask me?"
"I didn't dare."
I chanced a look at him, and he had raised a disbelieving brow.
"You didn't dare to ask me a simple question, but yet you had no trouble writing a story titled 'The submissive' that was meant to be read by me alone?"
I could hear the smile in his voice. When you put it that way, it was indeed a bit strange… and twisted.
I blushed profusely.
"Ask me." He demanded.
"Huh? What?"
His request caught me off guard, and I raised my eyes back up to his face. His most handsome face…
"Ask me what happened that night. Ask me." He repeated even more firmly.
I took a deep breath and waited a few seconds before going for it.
"What happened that night, Edward?" I asked in a breath, my eyes closed.
I could feel his gaze burning through my skin.
"Nothing happened."
My eyes opened wide. I was speechless. Nothing had happened between Edward and I. Everything I had done was for nothing. I thought about that shameless story I had written about my wildest desires. I had completely exposed myself to him for no reason. God, I had made such a fool of myself. I did not know whether to be relieved or disappointed by this revelation.
"Do you wish… Do you wish something had?" He inquired, watching me intently.
God, had he noticed the flash of disappointment that had crossed my eyes? No, he couldn't have. Nothing had happened between us, and it was time to do damage control.
"Of course not! I'm not stupid." I responded with more disdain in my voice than necessary.
He frowned. He seemed... offended.
Well, of course, Bella. He may be your professor, but he's still a man. Of course, he would be offended by such a firm rebuttal.
"I have one question left unanswered." I continued in a softer voice, with less confidence.
"What is it?"
"Well, it's a bit embarrassing..." I hesitated, but his encouraging eyes coaxed the words out of my mouth. "Well, when I woke up the next morning, I was – I was in my underwear…" I lamentably stuttered.
"Oh, that."
Huh? 'Oh, that.'? What was that supposed to mean?
"You took off your clothes in front of me because I wouldn't kiss you."
"I WHAT?!" I cried, my eyes wide in astonishment.
Oh. My. God.
He had said it as though he was telling me the weather forecast. And yet he claimed nothing had happened? I couldn't believe it. I couldn't have done that. It was worse than anything I had imagined! Worse than sleeping with him. Worse than sleeping with Jacob even. Not only had I tried to kiss him, I had also taken off my clothes in front of him because he had rejected me. There was decidedly something very wrong with me.
My decision was made. I had to keep my distance from Edward Cullen. The man made me lose all common sense!
I had never been more ashamed in my entire life... I knew I was blushing from the roots of my hair to the tip of my toes. I was a walking disaster.
"Wonderful. I guess between that and everything else, I've truly made a fool of myself with you." I laminated, hiding my face in my sweaty palms.
"Everything else?"
"Yes! I mean I essentially threw myself on you! And as if that wasn't enough, I then wrote an erotic short story titled 'The Submissive' meant to be read by none other than you. You must think I'm a sex maniac."
For the first time since he'd arrived, Edward started to laugh.
God, he was beautiful when he laughed...
"Bella, you were quite inebriated the night of the freshmen welcome party. You didn't know what you were doing. Don't worry. I don't think you're a sex maniac because of your behavior that night." He attempted to reassure me. Why? I had no clue.
He thought the alcohol was responsible for my behavior? He clearly didn't realize how attracted I was to him, even sober. Then again, I had no intention of correcting him. I had gotten myself in enough trouble as it was. "I wasn't trying to make fun of you. Far from it." He assured me. "It took guts to write something like that. I was very impressed, and I thought you would be flattered. I never thought you…" he trailed off and sighed, running a hand through his dark strands, before resuming. "I didn't mean to embarrass you. I think you are very talented."
"As for your story, even if you don't believe me, I found it amazing. That is the only reason why I decided to share it with the other students this morning.
He seemed very genuine. So much so that I felt awful for all the horrible things I had thought about him all morning since leaving his class. If he didn't realize I had feelings for him and he simply thought I was bold, how could he have known I would react that way? I was so stunned by him reading my story to the entire class that I hadn't even considered the possibility that it was because he liked it. It was so me: always assuming the worst. I was a hopeless pessimist.
"You see, for me, a good story must spark something within the reader. It must elicit some kind of reaction. When a piece of writing does not leave the reader indifferent, then the author can be proud. They've written something good." He explained, captivating me. "Your story has that power to spark something within the reader, Bella."
I was curious to know what feelings my story had awaken within him. I had to ask him. The moment was most opportune.
"Do you mean…"
Edward grabbed the manuscript and opened it to a page whose top corner was folded.
"Play for me." I requested in a sigh as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I began to run my fingers along the nape of his neck. He was not able to reach many notes with me sitting on his lap, but he still tried. I had never before heard the air he started to play. It started off as soft and sensual. Delicate. Entrancing.
I raised my hips before lowering myself on his cock. He missed a couple of notes. Even I could tell.
"Keep going." I whispered, lifting my hips again before lowering them back onto him. I stopped the motions of my lower body and latched onto his earlobe, biting down gently. "I love the way you fill me." He missed several other notes. "All week long, I fantasize about your cock, about the way it tastes." I clenched my inner muscles tightly. "About the way it pleasures me." His arms trembled as tiny goosebumps flitted over them.
"I count the hours until I can see you again." I resumed my slow, sensual assaults. "Until I can be yours again as I am now." His hands left the piano to grip my ass and take me harder, but I resisted. "Keep playing."
The melody began again, harsher this time, more intense, as I moved against him while he played.
"I have never felt this way before." I confessed. "You are the only one. You are the only one who can make me feel this way."
He messed up more notes then, it didn't even sound like a song anymore, just disjointed notes. Sweat formed on his body, and I knew he was fighting. Fighting to remain in the control he valued so much. Fighting to keep the music going.
Fighting and losing.
The music stopped and with one swift move, he grabbed my waist and thrust up into me with all he had.
"You think it's different for me?" he asked, all breathless. He hooked his arms around my shoulders, impaling himself deeper. "What makes you think it's different for me?"
We moved faster then, each trying to hold out for the other, as if climaxing first would be giving in. I bit my lip in concentration, willing him to let go first. He dropped a hand between us and rubbed circles around my clit.
Damn it.
I grabbed handfuls of his hair and pulled. He moaned against my shoulder and rubbed harder.
Finally, it became too much. He was the Master, after all. He could do what he wanted with my body.I had no weapons to use against him. I gave up and allowed my climax to overwhelm me. He followed seconds later.
As our hearts and breathing slowed, I felt him putting the wall back up. Brick by brick. Closing himself off. Becoming distant once more.
Edward raised his eyes to me.
"It's my favorite part..." With that, he stood up and placed the manuscript back in his satchel, an irresistible smirk on the corner of his lips. He then leaned into me who hadn't moved. I felt as though I was out of my own body and my heart would escape my chest. "What I mean, Isabella, is that…"
He edged even closer to me. I stopped breathing when I inhaled the spicy musk of his cologne.
"…the fact that you only want me to read your story flatters me tremendously, and if I had known that I was capable of eliciting such erotic thoughts in your mind, I certainly wouldn't have rejected you that night." He whispered in a soft but husky voice in my ear.
I shivered at his words and attempted to recover my breath, which had become erratic since he had read the passage to me, the one that also happened to be my favorite. Dear Lord, had he really told me what I had just heard?
As I looked back at him, I saw he was heading towards the door.
No. Don't leave! Stay please...
But those words refused to cross my lips.
"See you next week, Bella." He declared before retreating, leaving me utterly speechless in my room.
And aroused beyond measure.
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