DISCLAIMER: All books and characters in the Twilight saga are property of Stephenie Meyer.

WARNING: Lemon, light bondage, and mentions of genital torture. (Don't try any of this at home or anywhere else unless you're an adult with the proper knowledge.)

Thanks to my beta, not done baking for all her help, and also thanks to Joanie1119 for ideas with the scene.

Card Tricks

Edward's POV

"Edward, would you please sit down?" Bella asked sheepishly.

"No," I replied curtly.

She scrunched up her brow in frustration. "Why not?"

I sighed. "Because you asked me to instead of commanding me - Bella if you want me to submit to you, you need to actually try to dominate me."

"Well you could try to be a little bit more submissive," she shot back at me.

I sat down in the chair. "This is juvenile; let's not fight anymore. It's obvious we're both struggling."

Bella sat across from me. "You're right…I just wish there was something we could do."

"Me too," I mumbled.

Bella's face lit up. "Wait one minute...I just remembered something."

Ten minutes later she returned in a sky blue, latex blouse with the top buttons undone giving me enough of a view to see the tops of her breasts, and a black latex mini skirt. The latex stuck to her body like a second skin. I could feel myself becoming erect at the thought of peeling the clothes off of her or better yet her taunting me. In her hand she held two bungee cords.

Enjoying the wonderful sight in front of me, I scanned my eyes up and down her body. When I finally reached her face I saw a rare expression…an expression of self predatory expression.

Theories of what Bella was going to do to me caused me to become fully erect. I started to walk towards her, but she put a hand up indicating for me to stop.

"Go out to the garage and bring me our utility scissors," she commanded.

I smiled at her before opening the kitchen door that led out into the garage. I searched through our tool chest to find the scissors in the third drawer on top. I grabbed them and headed back to my wife.

She pointed to the table indicating for me to put them there. I obliged.

Her eyes darted from the bungee cords that were in her hands over to my erection. Butterflies filled my stomach, causing me to soften. The thought of having my cock restrained actually frightened me. If she tied it too tight, it would cut off my circulation. Bella didn't have any experience with bondage…what if it took too long for her to "cut me loose?" Then there was the scissors…oh my god what if she slipped?

"I knew it," Bella whispered through tears before leaving the room.

She must have seen my horrified expression.

I followed after her, calling her name. When she finally reached our bedroom, she slammed the door in my face - I could hear her sobs from the behind the door.

"Bella, please let me in," I pleaded with her. "I can explain."

"Your expression explained everything," she sniffled. "I should've known that my fantasy would have turned you off…you probably think I'm some sick, pervert."

"I'm coming in," I warned before turning the door knob and opening the door.

She was on her side curled up into a ball. The bungee cords lay neatly on her bedside table. I crawled into bed besides her.

"I think you're a lot of things, but trust me some, sick pervert isn't one of them," I soothed her.

She grabbed a Kleenex off of the table and wiped her nose. "Then why did you look so…scared?"

"Bella, please don't feel bad. I have dark fantasies myself," I explained. "At first I was turned on by the idea of you wanting to tie me up, and that outfit on you looks amazing, but then I saw your eyes go from the bungee cords to my erection."

She turned around and furrowed her brow at me. "Wait a minute – you thought I was going bound your cock?"

I nodded. "Yes and when I remembered the scissors I became even more terrified."

"Seriously Edward, I know we aren't ready for something like that. I just wanted to try some light bondage."

I let out a sigh of relief. "Tell me love, what exactly was your fantasy," I whispered huskily into her ear.

Her face went from annoyed to devious. I felt myself harden in anticipation of hearing my wife's fantasies. I knew she had a creative mind, and tonight she proved to me just how adventurous she could be. I closed my eyes and smirked at thought of me fulfilling those fantasies for her.

Then I felt her hand down by my erection. "Oh Bella," I moaned. I was confident that she was going to jerk me off. She moved her hand across my erection until she reached my testicles. She paused there for a few seconds causing my breathing to become shallow.

"Please Bella," I groaned.

I felt her hand began to move again. I opened my mouth to let out a sigh relief…but that relief was soon replaced with shock when I felt her hand give my testicles a firm but gentle squeeze causing me to shoot right up and open my eyes. She had my full attention.

Bella bore her eyes into mine causing me to gulp. "What did you say to me?" she asked.

"I asked you to share your fantasy with me," I gasped out.

"No…you told me to."

I put my head down in shame. She was right. "Sorry," I mumbled.

"Did you ever think that maybe this was a bad idea," she sighed.

"Do you?"

"I'm frustrated. Every time we try to do a scene either you're too dominant or I'm not dominant enough. Perhaps we're just trying to be something we aren't."

I leaned back down and folded my hands behind my head. "This is something I truly want to do - it wasn't a decision that was made on a whim. I've been thinking about it for a couple of years now…it's just hard for me."

"It's hard for me too." She lay down besides me.

"Maybe, we should call up Rosalie tomorrow ask her to refer us to someone. I'm not thrilled by the idea, but it's obvious if we want to continue this lifestyle we'll need some outside help," I admitted.

"Hmm, do you still want to do the scene?" she questioned.

Once again she managed to surprise me. "I got the impression that you didn't want to anymore."

She smirked at me. "Whatever gave you that silly idea?"

I chuckled. "You said you were frustrated. I figured you needed a break."

"No…what I need is some cooperation from you. I put this outfit on in order to help me get into the role. I did my part… now you do yours."

I propped myself up on my elbow and leaned over her. "How do you want me to get into role?"

She contemplated for a minute before answering. "Let's start with some simple commands," she began. She got out of bed and stood over by the chair she used for reading.

I started to lift myself out of bed to join her, but she put a hand up signaling for me to stop once again. I moved back down.

"Now I want you to get out of bed and sit on the ottoman." She moved the ottoman out from underneath the chair.

I did just that.

She walked in front of me. "All right, now I need to rest your hands on your knees."

I placed my hands on my knees.

She leaned forward, giving me an even better view of her cleavage. Out of habit I moved my hands up to touch her breasts, only to have them swatted away like an annoying fly.

"I didn't give you permission to touch me. You have to ask," she demanded.

I continued ogle at my wife's beautiful, perky breasts that were in my face…craving them…needing to feel them in my hands…in my mouth.

"May I?"I barely managed to get out.

She smirked at my reaction. "May you what?" she asked seductively.

I gulped. "Touch your breasts."

"Hmm…maybe later."

She was cruel, far too cruel. I threw my head back and groaned. "Bella, please…"

"Whining about it isn't going to get me to change my mind. Now place your hands back on your knees and don't move them until I tell you to."

I reluctantly obliged.

"Now," she continued, "I'm going to have fun with you. Right now you belong to me to do with as I see fit. Understand?"

I gave her a small nod.

"Let's get the rules out of the way before I begin. Number one, absolutely no touching me without my permission. Number two, no touching yourself. Number three, no climaxing without my oral consent."

"Okay," I choked out.

"Put your hands down at your side."

I obliged.

I watched as she slipped out of her panties and threw them across the room, landing on top of my alarm clock. She gripped on to my shoulder as she lowered herself down on to me causing my erection to become fully prominent.

She grinded herself against my erection, causing a moan to escape from my lips; she smiled at me deviously.

"You enjoy this don't you?" She purred into my ear.

"Very much so…but it would be better if these pesky pants weren't in the way."

"Oh do you think I should let you take them off?" She continued to grind up against me.

"Yes," I moaned.

"And why would that be?" She knew exactly why, she just wanted to hear me say it out loud.

"So I can feel you all around me…I need to be inside of you."

She grasped my head in between her hands and pressed her lips against mine, she slipped her tongue into my mouth. I don't know if it was instinct or just a habit, but I brought my hands up and wrapped them around her body as our tongues collided in our mouths.

She backed away at my bad behavior and removed herself from my lap.

"Take off your pants," she ordered, staring me down.

I slipped out of my pants, leaving my boxers on.

"Those too," she said pointing at my boxers.

I did as she said, and sat back down.

I felt my body stiffen in anticipation at the possible punishment I would face for breaking a rule. I instantly regretted it. Bella was having a hard enough time as it was, and all I did was make things harder for her. The worst part of it all was that it was my idea.

Bella's eyes moved up and down my body. When they returned to my face again she had look on her face that could only be read as disappointment.

She counted on me and I let her down. I turned my head away in shame like the coward I was – it was too painful to look at her…to see her face of disillusion.

"Edward, look at me," she said in a soft voice.

I turned my head to face her not wanting to upset her anymore.

She wore a small smile on her lips. "What's wrong?"

"I've failed you," I whispered.

She snorted. "Hardly…you said it yourself that this isn't easy for you. It's only normal that you will have a few slip ups here and then."

I let out a small sigh of relief. She wasn't upset with me, but why the facial expression.

"You looked so disappointed in me."

She shook her head. "No, not you, me…I was disappointed in myself. I pushed you too far too soon. It was only normal for you respond to me while I was kissing you. I've got to say though I was impressed with how well you did when I was grinding against you."

I smiled. "Really?"

"Yes, really."

I frowned. "What's my punishment?"

This time it was her turn to frown and turn her face away. "I don't feel right punishing you this time when it was clearly my fault," she admitted.

This was clearly frustrating. If she felt guilty about giving me a punishment for something she ridiculously thought was her fault then how would she ever be able to train me to be submissive?

"Bella, I need a punishment. I broke the rules, and it's the only way I'm ever going to learn. If you refuse to punish me for every little thing you think is your fault then I won't be able to take you serious as my Domme." The cool breeze of the fan reminded me that was half naked. "What's the purpose of me being half-naked?"

She giggled and gave me a smile that reached her eyes. I raised my eyebrow at her in response.

"I just like seeing you naked. Since we're on the topic of your nakedness, remove your shirt."

I promptly took off my shirt.

Bella wiped the sweat from her brow. "It's too warm in here for this outfit," she said as she fanned herself with her hand.

She pulled a night shirt out from the top drawer of the dresser. Daydreams of seeing my wife naked again for the thousandth or so time swam through my head. It's a truly a sight I would never tire of.

I was too caught up in my daydream to notice that her hand was now on the door knob with her night shirt in her other hand – she had no intentions of changing in here.

"Where are you going? I want to see you change," I called after her.

She turned around. "Trust me…I know. This is your punishment that you wanted so badly." And with those words she walked down the hall and into the bathroom.

Unfair. Cruel. First my music and now she denies me the view of her glorious, naked body.

I smiled to myself. Ingenious…she's completely ingenious. She's much better at this than she gives herself credit for.

"How long will this punishment last?" I asked when she entered the room.

She shrugged her shoulders. "It depends on how long it takes me to get bored with it," she replied nonchalantly.

"Can I put my clothes back on now? It feels strange being the only naked person in the room?"

She furrowed her brow in concentration. "Are you cold?"

"No," I sighed.

"Well then I went to you to stay that way for awhile. I plan on having some fun with you," she told me coquettishly.

"Oh and what will this fun consist of?" I asked huskily.

Once again she hovered herself over me causing me to become fully erect. She placed her hands firmly on my shoulders for support. I fought back the urge to touch her back - I didn't want anymore punishments tonight.

She hovered over me, only a few annoying centimeters above my cock. I wanted nothing more than to be able to thrust up, but I knew that if I did it would be the end. Her hands returned to my head and she started to kiss me again. When her tongue begged for entry, I pleasantly obliged.

I felt my hands ball into my fists by my sides. This was pure torture. She moved her lips down my neck all the way to the clavicle. Then she paused for a few seconds, and made a trail of light kisses against my collar bone.

I could feel her wetness drip down on to me, this was turning her on. I smiled at that knowledge. She started to slowly lower herself down…taunting me.

"Bella, please," I begged.

She placed one last kiss on my lips before completely lowering herself onto me. The feeling of her tight, moist, and hot all around me caused me to let out a loud groan.

Finally, I thought to myself. Never before did I remember ever feeling this sexually frustrated. Right now at this moment there was nothing I wanted more than to be with Bella completely…as one.

And that is why what she did next truly shocked me – she disconnected us only to leave me sitting alone naked on this ottoman, while she went to lie down on the bed. I stared at her completely baffled.

She giggled. "I'm rather enjoying this."

"Well, I'm glad one of us is," I replied dryly.

She frowned. "You aren't having any fun?"

"No, Bella, I'm not…I'm sexually frustrated and your last little stunt didn't help things."

Unfortunately that didn't come out the way I wanted it to. I could see tears starting to form in her eyes.

"Bella, please don't cry – I'm sorry. I'm not angry with you…just frustrated that's all."

"So I frustrate you," she sniffled.

"Well you are right now. Don't be angry with yourself for it – even though I want nothing more right now than to jump on that bed and pound into you, I'm glad that you're holding your own tonight. You really did find a way to put me in my space."

"Well then what are you waiting for?" she taunted.

After what could easily go down as one of our best nights of sex, I held Bella in my arms while she snuggled up against my chest. I looked over at the alarm clock. 10:30 p.m. Tomorrow was going to be a long day, and I wanted to do that scene, it would be selfish of me to only think of myself.

"Edward," she called my name.

"Yes," I replied.

"It's already ten-thirty; do you still want to do that scene?"

I was unsure of the right way to answer her question. On one hand the prospect of this scene excited me greatly, but on the other hand I didn't want her to think she only had to do it for me.

"Do you?" I asked carefully

She looked up at me. "Yeah."

I chuckled at her response. "Are you going to put your costume back on?" I asked.

She frowned. "Do you want me to put it back on?"

Bella was hiding something from me, I knew it.

"What aren't you telling me?" I sighed.

She ran her finger gently down my abs. "I'm afraid you'll be disappointed in me, if I tell you."

I kissed the top of her head. "I won't be disappointed, I promise."

She returned her gaze back to me. "How can you be so sure?"

I laughed. "Bella, I have an idea that you're going to tell me that you don't like the costume. I have to admit that I loved it on you, especially the way it showed the shape of your lovely breasts…taunting me; but none of that matters, because I don't want you to ever think you have to do anything you feel uncomfortable with just to please me."

She frowned and lowered her head. "But isn't that what this is all about…your pleasure?" I harshly shook my head no. "Aren't I just a pawn in your fantasies?"

The sound of her words cut right through me. Where did she ever get the idea that I thought so little of her?

"A pawn…you actually think I regard you; my wife, the woman I love, and want to grow old with as some lowly game piece?" I asked appalled.

She remained silent.

"What's really bothering you?"

She returned her eyes to mine. "Don't you think it would just be easier if perhaps you found someone with more experience to serve under?"

"So you think just as long as I have any random woman in my life to serve under, dominate, me then I'd be happy? Well then you don't know me at all, Bella."

I pulled her body closer to mine. I needed her to understand just how much I loved her, and how important she was to me.

"Please don't blame yourself for this," she finally spoke up, "it's my fault. I fear that I can't be the woman that you want me to be."

Her eyes became downcast again. I ran my fingers through her hair.

"You already are the woman I want you to be," I whispered into her ear.

She shook her head. "No, I'm not. You want someone who can dominate you."

"Don't you see, you can and you did? Earlier, you were absolutely amazing. That punishment of not letting me seeing your naked body was incredible. It was torturous without being over the top. Then when you were taunting me by hovering over me without letting me touch or respond to you, I've never felt more alive," I revealed.

"So I didn't let you down?" I shook my head no. "What about earlier when I asked you to sit down instead of commanding you?"

"Bella, we don't have a twenty-four-seven power exchange – I don't expect you to be in the dominant frame of mind constantly. I hear even people in the master and slave relationships have problems staying in the dominant and submissive mind frame all the time. It takes consist work to achieve and once you do achieve have to work at keeping it."

She wiped her tears away and smiled at me. "Well, if we want to get any sleep tonight, we'd better get started."

Begin Scene. WARNINGS: (Ice play, the use of feet in a slightly sexual manner (it bothers some people), light bondage, private humiliation, cunnilingus, role playing, sexual intercourse, and swearing.)

Bella slipped out of her night shirt and into a purple teddy made out of a mixture of lace and satin. The fabric hugged her skin just right showing her beautiful curves. I slipped back into the clothing I had on earlier. I didn't have any costume wear; I'd have to look into that in the near future.

After she finished changing we walked down stairs to the kitchen. She decided it was the best place to do the interrogation scene, and I agreed. Sure it would have been fun in the bedroom, but in reality how many people are interrogated in the bedroom?

Then again how many people get interrogated by their wives when she's wearing sexy lingerie? I smirked at that thought.

Bella walked over to the junk drawer and dug through its contents, and took out a pair of handcuffs and a deck of card. Her sneaky actions took me by surprise. She investigated more into this lifestyle than I gave her credit for.

She took the cards out of the box and held them in front of her chest like a fan.

"Pick one."

I raised my eyebrow at her. "Card tricks, Bella?"

She rolled her eyes. "Don't be difficult."

I shrugged my shoulders in defeat, and picked a card. Seven of diamonds.

"Do you want me to show you what it is?" I asked unsure.

"No, that's what I'm going to try to get out of you... it's my reason for interrogating you."

I nodded in under standment.

She gestured towards my clothing. "Off."

Once again the fabric that touched my skin was on the floor.

Bella pulled out a chair. "Here, sit down," she commanded; a much better improvement from earlier.

I sat down. She grabbed the bungee cords off of the table and bound my ankles to the legs of the chairs.

When she was done she checked to make sure I was securely fastened. "Is that too tight?" She asked.

"No," I replied.

She smiled.

She took a hold of my wrists and pulled my arms behind my back, snapping the handcuffs on my wrists.

"Alright, I'm going to use ice cubes," she informed me, "How do you feel about that?"

"I'm all open to the idea. It doesn't scare me, but on the other hand the thought of it doesn't turn me on," I admitted.

She gave a small frown before she proceeded to the freezer and pulled out the tray of ice cubes.

I looked quizzically towards her torture device. "Won't those melt?"

"Yes, I supposed they will," she answered when she hit the tray against the counter to loosen up the cubes, "but I only plan on taking out one for now and then if I need more I'll get another from the freezer," she explained before she put the tray back in the freezer.

"I see."

"Do you remember what the card was?"

I nodded.

"Good, let's begin."

Anxiety crept up on me once again. I had no idea what she planned to do with the ice cubes. The only explanation that I could come up with is that she would rub them all over my body. Certainly, she must have been aware that the ice would only cause me to soften. It didn't seem like much of a torture to me.

Bella straightened her posture, and paced the floor back in forth in front of me.

"Now Mr. Masen, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Which way do you prefer?" She asked after she stopped to face me.

I was pulled too deep into her spell to answer her, mesmerized by her confidence and dominance.

"Mr. Masen?" She asked again leaning over me.

I looked her in the eyes. "The hard way," I answered shortly.

The excitement started to build; I didn't want this to end too early, so I couldn't act hastily.

Bella took the half way melted ice cube and rubbed it down the base of my neck all the way down to my stomach and then stopped. The cold predictably caused my body to shiver.

"Damn it, it melted," she said frustrated.

She promptly went to the freezer and took out another cube. When she returned she slid the ice down the front of my right arm. My body became alert when she hit the back of the elbow. The other arm became objected to the same treatment.

"Are you ready to talk yet?" She asked as she stared me down.

I shook my head no.

She repeated the same procedure on my legs, but this time she started at the toes and went all the way up to back of my knees before the ice cube melted.

"Damn, another one melted."

When she came back with more ice the second time, she spread my legs open and glazed the inside of my left thigh with the frozen water; causing me to become completely soft.

"Bella, that's cold," I yelled.

"Are you okay?" she asked concerned as she looked up at me.

"Yes, I just wasn't expecting that."

She smirked. "Ready to talk?"

"Never."

She did the same thing to right my thing. I sat bounded to this chair, all wet from the ice cubes. Bella tilted her head and studied my form.

What she did next is where the true torture came in. She used her tongue to lap up the water from my toes all the way to my neck.

The feeling of her hot and wet tongue on my body against the cold of the ice caused me to tilt my head back and moan in pleasure. This was much better than I anticipated.

She saved the insides of my thighs for last, the heat and wetness of her tongue in such close proximity to my penis caused me to become hard. Oh how I wished her mouth was few centimeters to the right.

She smiled when she saw my aroused state. "Now, are you ready to talk?"

I shook my head; I still wanted to see where she planned on taking this.

"Well then…"

She taunted me as she slowly pulled the lingerie off her body – the punishment must be over now.

Once the teddy was completely off, she kicked it to the side, and returned to the freezer for more ice cubes, this time she took the whole tray out. I tilted my head at her as I scrutinized her actions.

She proceeded over to the table, pulled a chair out, and placed it in front of me; and then she sat down. She reached over to the table and took out another ice cube.

The ice wasn't for me that time, but for her. She rubbed the cube over her nipples, they became instantly erect. I gulped at her action. She looked at me coquettishly. After her breasts were all wet from the melted ice, she grabbed another ice cube and slid it inside of her thighs in order to tease me. The cold caused her body to shiver.

"Are you alright?" I asked concerned. I didn't like the thought of her torturing herself.

"Don't be silly, Edward, it's just a little cold," she chastised me.

"Just checking," I smiled.

After that cube melted she grabbed another one, but that time what she did drove me over the edge. She spread her outer feminine lips open, which gave me a nice view, then she rubbed the ice all over her clit and when it was melted down far enough she shoved the rest of the cube inside herself.

I couldn't take it anymore. I should've been the one to please my wife, not some thing used to keep our beverages cold. It was one thing for her to pleasure herself when I wasn't around, but I sat right in front of her.

I tried to stand up only to be brought back down by my restraints. She smiled at my action and continued to taunt me as she repeated her torturous performance, but this time she moaned when the ice touched her skin.

She was dripping wet with water and I could see that she was quite uncomfortable. My heart fell at the idea of my wife being uncomfortable. I decided it was time to bring this little game to a close.

"Seven of diamonds." I revealed.

"Um…what?" Bella asked in a pleasure-induced trance.

"Seven of diamonds," I repeated.

"Oh," she laughed, "what do you want for your reward?" She inquired.

I looked over at the counter by the refrigerator and back at her.

"First, I want to lick all that cold water off of you, warming you up. Then I want to sit you on that counter," I nodded towards the refrigerator, "and pump in and out of you, while you wrap your legs around my waist, screaming my name."

She opened up the silverware drawer and took out the key. Then she came and unlocked the restraints around my wrists. Next she undid the bungee cords. She placed both restraints on the table for the time being.

I stood up, took her in my arms, and kissed her. While we were still kissing I picked her up and placed her on the counter.

I performed same torture on her that she did on me; I started from her toes all the way up to her neck, skipped over her breasts and slit, as I lapped all the water off of her.

"Oh, Edward," she moaned my name.

I smiled coyly at her before I attacked her breasts. When my tongue reached the nipple on her left breast I heard her take in a deep breath. She held it there for a few seconds before she exhaled. After she let out a breath, I attacked the other breast with my tongue.

"Please don't stop," she begged.

I laughed inwardly at her response. Don't worry love, I have no such plans. I thought to myself.

She frowned when I removed my mouth from her breasts.

"Patience, love," I coaxed her.

I lowered myself to my knees and spread her thighs apart. I brought my face up to her slit and inhaled in her wonderful, musky scent before I got my revenge. Once she felt my tongue against her clit she wrapped her legs around my neck and pulled my face even closer her.

That'll teach her to pleasure herself in front of me while I'm tied up again.

I tapped on her ankle to let it be known that I needed some room to back up. After she removed her legs from around my neck, I spread her outer lips open with one hand; I placed two curved fingers inside of her as they rubbed against her g-spot. She threw her head back and moaned as I felt her clamp down on my fingers. When she finished her first orgasm bolted her head up and began to breathe heavily.

"Edward, I need you inside me now," She said in a voice filled with desperation.

Oh no. I wasn't even close to finished yet.

I took her clit into my mouth and sucked on it, a loud gasp escaped from her lips. Once again she wrapped her legs around my neck, pulling me closer. Next I went further down and guided my tongue into her opening.

Her head shot right up. "Damn it, Edward! Stop playing around and fuck me already!" She yelled.

Shocked by her uncommon use of colorful language tapped her leg to let her know, I needed her to unwrap them from my neck. Then I stood up.

Her eyes were burning with lust and need. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. This kiss was different than any I've received from her; she used her tongue to remind me she was in charge here.

When she finally released me from the kiss, she whispered into my ear, "Now I want you to fill me up with your erection and fuck me until I tell you to stop. Absolutely…no climaxing…without my permission, deal?"

"Deal."

After I answered her, I slammed into her. She wrapped her legs around my waist just as I requested. I moved in and out of her causing her to scream my name. When she came close to an orgasm I felt her muscles clamp down on me. I begged silently to myself for her to let me orgasm. The feeling of her muscles clamping down on me made me ache for my release.

"Bella, please," I begged in between breaths.

She didn't grant me my request instead she continued to torture me by tightening and loosening her muscles around my pulsating cock.

I knew if I went any faster, I would orgasm right there, so instead I slowed my pace down.

"Yes!" She screamed as she clamped down on me once again having another climax.

"Now it's your turn," she whispered huskily into my ear.

I didn't waste any time I furiously pumped in and out of her and spilled my seed into her. When we both reached our climaxes, we screamed out each others' names.

End Scene. Safe to read.

We didn't get to bed until midnight that night. We both decided we would talk about the scene after I got home from work. I was grateful that I could function on six hours of sleep and I was the type of person to fall asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow, since I had to get up for work at six a.m.

Bella planned on getting up at six-thirty, an hour earlier than she usually woke up, to pick up the mess. What she didn't know was that I planned on taking care of it all before I left for work.

AN: That will be the last lemon for awhile. They are exhausting to write and I'm sure they're exhausting to read for my readers. Please review, they make me happy. I am also putting up a poll for Rosalie's first written scene as a dominatrix. Please vote for who you want to be her submissive. The scene will be a forced feminization one. For the record most men that are into cross-dressing are heterosexuals.