Finally it's here! Hahaha, I know (sorry for the wait again). So It took some time to really get this one going because I wanted such a hot, mind blowing idea for Bella to whisper to Edward! I have to give a BIG thanks to NightGlimmer for that great idea (it's definitely sultry, I had SO much fun writing this one!) So thank her or something, gosh! (Sorry, I'm just so glad to finally know what Bella said, HAHA) Also, I want to thank Nessie21 for the awesome idea of tying poor Bella up ^.^ and also ZivaJade for contributing as well, you all are great (go check them out folks!)Alright, well on with the goodness. I hope you all enjoy the way Edward "tortures" Bella. ;)

On a final note: I do not own Twilight, or any of the wonderful characters, never have, never will....GO STEPHENIE!

*Also, I did a bit of editing, hope you all like it ;)*

"Lady,i will touch you with my mind.
Touch you and touch and touch
until you give
me suddenly a smile,shyly obscene

(lady i will
touch you with my mind.)Touch
you,that is all,

lightly and you utterly will become
with infinite care

the poem which i do not write."

--E.E. Cummings

He still seemed to be perplexed by her idea,

"You seriously think that I can do that?" He asked more out of wonder now than disbelief or lack of confidence for that matter.

"I don't see why not." She challenged, crossing her arms defiantly. "You've never heard of something like this before?"

His eyes rotated back and forth as if they were flipping through memories.

"Well, I have heard of many, many other things and seen some graphic examples in various disgusting minds here and there," he waved his hand dismissively, "but this in particular? No . . . I can't say that I have. Not to say that it's impossible, but I just don't see how it would work."

Bella sighed in exasperation,

"How could it not work Edward? This is you were talking about. I'm sure, from your expertise of being able to pick up on every little fluctuation of my vital signs , you've realized how my body reacts when you even simply stare or get too close to me."

A huge grin spread across Edward's lips, curiosity twinkled in his eyes.

"Hmm, do you mean like this?"

He slowly leaned forward, much slower than necessary which intensified the effect he was going for. His face was just inches away from hers, and the sweet scent of his breathe wafted against her skin, lightly stirring the strands of her hair, and sending her into a stupor. His dark golden eyes pressed in on hers sending incapacitating waves of seduction.

"Y-yes." She said breathlessly.

"Hm, well I suppose you're right then," he chuckled, easing back and lessening the intensity of his gaze.

He sighed,

"Okay Bella, if this is really what you want, I won't argue with you. Besides, it could make this just a bit easier for me." A crooked defeated smile shadowed his words.

Then, that's when he went into action. He suddenly lifted himself up on his knees so that, for a split second, his crotch was directly in her face. As you can imagine, Bella was speechless. He lifted his shirt giving her a tiny peek at the lowest portions of his torso before suddenly snatching off his belt. He nimbly jumped off of the bed.

"Come here." he commanded, seductively beckoning her with his finger. Despite her self, Bella hastily leaped from the bed and came straight to that come hither finger, like a fish to bait. As if reading her thoughts he playfully said,

"Looks like I've hooked you."

"Not just yet," she grinned, matter-of-factly.

He shook his head, smiling then lightly grabbed her waist and steered her to one of the columns of the four poster bed, backing her up against it as he moved forward. Her hands were limp as he raised her arms and tied them securely above her head.

"If only you knew the things you ask for."

Bringing his face back down to hers, he looked her straight in the eyes then said,

"Etes-vous prêt?"

Bella was shocked, stuck between feeling both intrigued and appalled that it was possible for his voice to be even sexier in French.

"What does that-?" She began, blinking rapidly.

"No, no, no you don't get to ask the meaning. That's for me to know and you to find out, remember?"

"Well yeah but I thought you would explain. How am I supposed to find out if-?"

He put his come hither finger lightly to her lips. An all-knowing smile broke across his face.

"Don't worry. Soon you'll see exactly how you'll find out. Besides, you've been asking far too many questions tonight. The only thing I want to hear from now on is you moaning in pleasure."

It took her a second to register that, then another one to recuperate.

"Well what if I don't want to just yet, what if I'm not done with my questions?" She teased.

He darkly flitted his eyes up at her,

"Well, I could always make you." he temptingly threatened.

Bella bit her lip in response,

'if he only knew how much I would really like that.'

"I'd like to see you try." She boasted, edging him on eagerly.

"You know…you really shouldn't have said that."

Her heart was starting to do that thing again where it tried to leap straight out of her chest.

"Oh, I think it was definitely the right thing to say," her hunger for him was building into something fierce with each lingering second.

Edward smirked back, accepting the challenge. Then his expression went suddenly serious, determined, and without warning he anxiously grabbed her face and forcefully pressed his lips to hers. Bella's shock lasted longer than usual; he had never ever kissed her this way before. There was something so diligent about it, he didn't hold back within any inch of his body. When he let her go she desperately gasped for air.

"Whoa." Was all she could manage to say.

"I hope you enjoyed that because, I won't be touching you anymore…at your request of course."

He lightly shook his head and sighed in amusement, "I really hope you can handle it."

Bella smiled, anticipation nearly boiling in her blood,

"Bring – it – on."

He paced in front of her for a few seconds with his hands shoved deep in his pockets. Then he stood still, pivoted on his heel and gave her another dose of his lethal sex stare. She watched a sly grin slowly creep across his delectable lips. His stride was slow, prolonged as he walked up to her until his body was slightly pressing up against hers.

"Technically, this doesn't count as me touching you." He tried making it sound as truthful as possible.

Then all of a sudden, his eyes came down in a frown of frustration. Bella read the expression: it was sexual frustration more than anything; maybe this was going to be the other way around, harder for him than her.

He towered over her, so she needed to crane her neck up to look him in the eyes and when she did, she saw a burning kind of lustful look in them that quickened her heart beat like so many thousand times before and made her stomach do odd flips. Then, he bent his neck to her ear, took a deep breath and whispered,

"Votre sang chante, m'appelle pour avoir envie de et je trouve votre corps faisant le meme."

She could hear ever flick of his tongue, the way the words rolled off of it and drizzled in her ear like honey. She had no idea what he was saying, but something about the way he'd spoken suddenly made her feel like a dish, and she liked it.

Edward then lifted his head, some strands of his hair untwisting from hers then took one small step back so that his eyes could feast on the body that was screaming for him. It was almost scary, the way her chest heaved up and down in excitement, her nipples erect to the point of expectancy. He knelt in front of her, letting his cool breath leave a trail against her skin on the way down. Her body tensed as he extended his arms around each side of her to put his hands on the bed, making sure not brush up against her the slightest. With his lips nearly pressing at her waist, he spoke,

"Maintenant je me demande juste comment vous chanterez quand je continue à poussant l'intérieur de vous à que perfectionne l'endroit."

Bella suddenly felt her body trash against something hard: she'd ricocheted off of the column from involuntarily trying to use her hands that were all tied up, on Edward.

"Okay Edward, this is making me crazy. I really want to know what you're saying now!"

He laughed soundlessly, rising up off of the floor,

"I just said, your blood is singing, calling me to crave and I find your body doing the same. Now I'm wondering just how you'll sing when I keep thrusting inside of you at that perfect spot."

She was breathless and thus, couldn't form coherent words at the moment.

He wore an uncertain crooked smile across his face.

"Hmmm, but I know it's probably not the most seductive thing I could say..." he rolled his eyes around, thinking, a look of concentration on his face.

Bella couldn't deny, his French accent was undeniably sexy but she still wanted something a little more out of character, something so… un-Edward like.

"Is there more…?" She hinted.

"Of course, there's always more . . . lots."

She brought her mouth to the side in a bashful grin.

"Well then, tell me what's in that gutter up there of yours."

He wore a questionable look, but it didn't take him too long to catch her drift.

"You want me to talk dirty now?"

She slightly shook her head up and down in embarrassment, her checks turning red. He rolled his eyes,

"I'm shocked that that kind of repulsive language turns you on Bella. I was just getting started on the French." He seemed a little hurt that he wouldn't be able to keep showing off with it.

She sheepishly looked at the carpet.

"Are you mad?"

His expression went incredulous.

"Bella don't you listen to anything I say? I said I'm shocked, not mad. You just . . . don't seem like the type." He continued to smile in humorous disbelief.

'Well, at least he's smiling, so I guess that means he's not against doing it, here goes nothing,'

"Well it's different, and it's something I would never expect from you either. I want to see what it does so let's hear it." She made her voice as brave as possible even though all the words came out in a rush.

His eyebrows angled up as if in warning,

"Okay, you asked for it."

And suddenly Edward was something that totally took Bella by surprise.

He bore his eyes down at her now, they were deadly, and he leaned his body over her with his arms propped up against the column.

"I'm gonna fuck your brains out tonight Bella, fuck you until you scream, fuck you until I make your body shiver and shake for me." He put extra emphasis on the 'F's. His eyes were murderously seductive, un-inhibited: he'd unleashed something on her that he never had before.

That's when she started to feel it happening, that deceptive, telltale fluid began to trickle down her thighs from her excitement, and he was just getting started. She tried crossing her legs inconspicuously so that he wouldn't notice, but just then his eyes flickered down at the movement, then back up to her eyes. He smiled another one of his devilish smiles,

"You'd like to feel my lips there wouldn't you baby? Trust me I plan to handle you, but I wish I could stick my tongue deep inside that soft, swollen pussy,

'Oh my gosh he did NOT just say that word… Did he???'

"and I know all that juice is dangerously sweet…You're like a budding flower, and I feel the need to force out all that . . . nectar inside of you, I know it's building right now."

Once more his eyes flickered down at the liquid that was now glistening on her thighs, rapidly building, deceitfully dripping down.

"Mmmm" he moaned, "seems I'm already there. Look what I made you do," he darkly chuckled, "…oops." His tone couldn't have been more unapologetic.

He noticed her whole body involuntarily beginning to shake, it looked as if her knees had given out. It was a good thing her hands were tied or else she would have crumpled to the floor like a garment.

"Hmm," he began in a curious voice. "You're quivering," his voice was heavily mocking.

"Would you like to do it harder?"

Bella moaned, the sound surprisingly loud, and he hadn't even laid one finger on her.

"Oh I like that sound very much, like the way it vibrates out of you . . . Would you like something else to make you . . . vibrate . . . Bella?" He made sure to emphasize those two last words as his breathing intensified and once more his eyes crept down to what was happening between her legs.

"You're making a river girl, is that all because of little ol' me?" he whispered in a tantalizing voice. "Wow, keep it up and I'll have no choice but to take advantage and fill that channel."

"Edward?..." She drew out his name, nearly whining, "I-I can't he-help it, oh my God Edward please."

"Please what?" He continued unmercifully with a tyrannical frown. "Is there something you need baby? Something like this,"

And with that, Edward unzipped his pants and whipped out his-

"Dick? Yeah? Do you want to feel it, want me to cram it inside of you? Because as you can see, it already likes you . . . very, very much."

Bella looked down to see that huge part of Edward that she'd sucked on earlier. Her mouth began to water just from reminiscing on the taste.

"So where should I put this Bella? I've got a few suggestions of my own. God you smell so …inviting. Won't you just let me in?"

He pressed his hips forward just a bit so that, if they were touching, he we would be slipping at her wetness.

"Whoa! Where in the world did you learn to talk like this?!" She demanded, trying desperately to distract her self.

'I can't be about to already…could I?' She questioned her self, but the pleasurable pressure she felt was enough to answer that.

Edward knew that she was trying to sidetrack her self, so he ignored her question and stayed focused.

"I think you should get prepared for what's coming. It is coming isn't it Bella?" It was pure torture the way he spoke to her like that, but torture she would gladly endure, again and again.

"Edward, I, mmm," she moaned.

"I want to tell you a secret," he breathed down on her. How he was keeping himself from touching her there was a mystery because it stuck out like a ten foot pole.

"I really like it when you walk away, the way your ass switches back and forth, and you don't even realize. Did you know that? Hell, if I'd of known it looked this way underneath those jeans I would of stolen a peak at it a long time ago. You know Bella, I think if you would of just simply got naked and forced yourself on me, I might of actually given it to you a while ago. So I uh, hope you don't mind getting bent over either, I wanna smack that ass and see it tremble for me, just like you're trembling now.

"There's a feverish look in your eyes right now, are you craving something baby?" His voice couldn't be anymore tauntingly, sarcastically seductive.

"All along there's been something inside of you that I've wanted: body and blood. I need to get there and satisfy that craving, don't I? I know you want me, here I am, ready and willing . . . so come on…..aannnndddd, here – you – come." He bit his slip and watched Bella convulse in satisfaction.

"Oh! OH! Edward!" She gasped between words and felt her body release the tension it could only hold so long when you have Edward Cullen talking murderously dirty in your ear!

Ha, I might edit that final part... or not, it all depends on what you all think (whether I should keep it or no). Anyways leave a

review, please?! Lol Thanks! Also, if there's anyone who speaks French and found some errors there, I'm Sorry! I translated it online so I hope it's accurate, if not please don't hesitate to correct me. ^.^

Later