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Day 5

Edward felt a new appreciation for the magnificent artistry which comes at the hands of a puppeteer. There's a powerful sort of exhilaration which rises when one finally masters the delicate threads, pushing and pulling the submitter with enough restraint in your hands to allow it to shine on the stage but still intrinsically bound them to your own desired deliberations. And he understood perfectly well this kind of empowered feeling, as he saw Isabella slowly losing her self-control throughout the day to the weakening effects of his master plan.

Who would have thought it'd be Isabella's own stubborn streak that would ultimately help him? Until yesterday, Edward certainly didn't think so. But through the infinite power of suggestion, and by leaving her hanging without an effective answer which could quench her suspicion, he had sparked her relentless curiosity to solve this mystery, thus finding his way to maintain her interest in him. And she was definitely interested.

He had successfully turned the tables on her attempted manipulation, feeding the line which kept Isabella thinking she was getting closer to something substantial, only to reel back and make her second-guess herself with her assumption.

It had been a crazy day for Isabella, for sure. She didn't know anymore what to think of his actions. Did his unexpected morning greeting mean something more? Did the romantic songs he kept playing have a double meaning? And what about his prolonged silence? Did it mean he regretted sending that message, or was he only afraid of compromising his job? The frustration had been visibly clear on Isabella today, playing out openly through her fidgety body and making her reckless with her usual guarded thoughts, as she unsuccessfully tried to engage him in conversations that had quickly been converted to long monologues.

On the other hand, the doctor was having the most wonderful of days. Edward's method through gentle persuasion was beginning to reap its fruits. While keeping her guessing, he had positively managed to turn Isabella into a hot and bothered mess. A pleasant sight to his sore eyes indeed. Because while the temperature had been subtly and quietly rising on the thermostat, Isabella's clothes had been rapidly diminishing throughout the day. He knew he was playing with fire and that he'd already turned his back on caution, obliterating every single rule that deemed his conduct as professional. But Edward still had one more ace up his sleeve – one that could finally make her submit body and soul to him – and he couldn't wait to see it in action.

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"Oh shit."

A sudden wave of lightheadedness stopped Bella in her tracks, making her awkwardly plop sideways on the bed so as not to embarrassingly face plant down on the floor. Sleepy eyes fell shut for a moment as she breathed out through her nose.

"Give me a second. I think that juice is going to my head."

Somewhere from above her – or maybe beside her, she didn't know anymore – his low-toned chuckles reached her ears, followed by his equally sexy husky voice. "Isabella, you're a lush! Who would have thought you'd be like this with a single bottle of ginger ale?"

That did it. Within a second, her arms were pushing herself straight and Bella shot him a glare through the vanity mirror.

"I'm not a lush, you idiot!" She slowly scooted backwards until her back hit the headboard, and while propping the fluffy pillows more comfortably behind her, she argued, "We both know that wasn't your typical kind of ginger ale – though I still don't know how you've managed to pull that one off."

She slid down slightly and threw the covers over her bare legs, her defensiveness losing steam to something irrevocably more sheepish.

"And I was thirsty..."

The doctor's laugh streamed out with a strange, knowing undercurrent, something which didn't quite fade when he vaguely explained, "Oh, I have my ways..."

His words were immediately felt through her body as an unexpected chill started awakening Bella's sensitive nerve endings with the velvet on his tongue. Trying to hide its evidence, she burrowed down lower against the sheets and played as nonchalant as possible while rubbing her legs together. She could no longer attribute the chilly white wine Dr. E had so generously smuggled to her as being the only cause for her current arousal. No, this was definitely him too. Subtly shaking off the lust from her mind, she hoped to deliver her annoyance when she groaned loudly.

"Let's not get ourselves sidetracked, mister," she warned him, anxious to put herself far from dangerous paths. "You're so the Samantha in this situation, it's even ridiculous! I'm obviously Theodore, you faceless person!"

He tsked. "No, I don't think so. Who's the unstable one in this scenario, huh?" Dr. E retorted without malice.

Her mouth dropped open at his audacity, then she blew a quiet "Ouch."

But it seemed the doctor wasn't yet done with his ribbing. "No, really," he pressed on. "I'll let that one slide for now, me being like an OS – albeit a very sexy-voiced one, I must say. But the fact you personify yourself as a bispecaled, pornstached man who wears high-waisted pants for fucks sake, is just wrong." He shuddered, dramatically.

"Plus," Dr. E added with taunt. "Who keeps pushing the boundaries of this trial to suit their own moods, Isabella?"

No he did not go there!

Her short laugh was a humorless one, unleashed by shock, disdain and even some bewilderment. The gall of this man twisting the story like this, taking no claim in this Machiavellian orchestration whose only purpose had been to baffle her to no end. Bella's words came as short as her laugh had been, but their impetuosity carried along with something exponentially more daring.

"Fuck you!" she spit.

She couldn't remember how long it had been since she felt something like this. Probably never. Much less with an almost stranger. This kind of excitement covered all Bella's skin, burning a trail of liquid fire from her heart down to her pussy, making the very ends of her body tingle in anticipation. This feeling turned her reckless, brazen, shameless, inebriated with something so powerful, it made her throw her back to all the puzzling questions that hadn't yet been answered – because if this room was a fake, why wouldn't these feelings be as well? But regardless of knowing of its imprudence, the crucial fact was that, with every day, his voice had sounded progressively more real and intimate to her.

She knew their interactions were conditioned by the contract which obligated them as doctor and subject. And though Dr. E had hinted that he felt something more, it was clear that he was afraid of compromising his job with other imprudent actions. But it was undeniable to Bella just how much she became dependent of him along the way. Even with all its ups and downs, stumbles and falls, revelations and frustrations – as their relationship evolved day upon day, Bella started to long for their connection. And as their familiarity grew with their easy banter, showing their many shared likes and dislikes, so did her eagerness to find out if the doctor could become something more outside these walls.

She heard him suck in a breath, then shuddered ever so slightly as Dr. E released it through his teeth, "Oh, I wish I could be there with you right now just to wipe those dirty words off your mouth, Isabella."

And then it's there, the perfect shortcut Bella had been waiting for so long. It might not have been the wine or the man with heaven and hell in his deep voice, nor even the poor misappropriation of something irrevocably linked to that particular movie they'd been making fun of, which suddenly put words on the tip of her tongue, a whisper away from being set loose. But then it's everything, and they're no longer there.

"How would you touch me?"

"Isabella." It was a warning, a don't you dare.

But now that the window was wide open, she didn't want to lose her chance of setting free her deepest desires. She replayed him her invitation, eyes straight to the mirror. "What would you do to me... if you could?"

His breathing was turning troubled. "Don't tempt me, Isabella."

"Please…," she begged quietly, restless with pent-up lust. "You've been doing things, messing around with me. I want–"

"Oh God…, he groaned, his imploring nothing but a feeble attempt. "Don't do this."

She turned her face to the pillow, hiding the grimace which feared rejection, restraining the words which wanted to say, "Please, compromise! Please compromise!"

But it only came out as a whimper, "Please, E–"

"Edward!" He suddenly growled, cutting her off.

"Edward…," she gasped his name for the first time. "I need you."

His undoing might've been the delirium which seeped through her desperate words, but she welcomed with solace the revolution he ensued, "Baby… Let me see you."

Her shaking hands followed swiftly with his whispered request, throwing the blanket out of the way and exposing long legs that couldn't stop squirming, as they pressed together and tried to seek some kind of friction.

"Perfect…," he awed in appreciation, inflaming her body with burning desire. "So fucking beautiful."

"Now listen, carefully," Edward had suddenly cleared the softness from his voice, replacing it with the sharpness of his orders. "I want you to lay back and close your eyes. And keep your arms to your sides for now. You're not allowed to see, just feel."

Bella did just as he commanded, shutting the room to a tantalizing world of darkness.

Then he began, "Breathe in…"

Her body arched, groggy with anticipation, all the air within waiting to be freed by his permission.

"Release," he breathed out with her. "Yes, can you feel me close to you, baby? Do you feel the warmth of my fingers as their tips, oh so slowly start skimming along your left arm?"

Oh my god, he had never sounded this close to her, as his words broke her skin with goosebumps.

"As they leave a tingling trail when they glide up to your shoulder, then down as they press harder between the valley of your breasts and suddenly stop over your stomach."

Her breath was sharp.

"I'm a terrible tease, aren't I? You wanted to feel that pressure on your nipples… Or lower…," his voice was a whispered, wicked promise, crawling freely through her body, admonished by his following words, "But we're not there yet. Don't move!"

Bella panted. Edward tortured.

"I'm practically touching you again… Can you feel the hot breath on your neck?"

Yes! She shuddered.

"I'm dipping my nose close to your warm skin, breathing in your mouthwatering scent as I finally brush down on your silky tresses then slightly moving to that place just between your jaw and your ear."

Her mind faintly refuted the impossibles while her body trembled with its proof.

"But I don't linger as you wished… and just skip to your beautiful face, tracing its contours, feeling the burn on your cheeks, bumping into your sweet little nose. My mouth is just hovering over yours now…"

Her mouth was a parched desert, and her tongue snaked out to wet her lips.

"And it's so tempting to dip in lower, to finally find out how it tastes, to find out how it feels to have your bottom lip between my teeth and chew on it like I saw you doing so many times. You're such a tease, baby… Tell me. Do you want me to kiss you now?"

But her voice was muted with stifled lust and Bella's lack of an immediate reply raised the authority on his tone, "Answer me!"

"Y-yes!" She moaned. "So much."

"Hmm… I know, Isabella. But I can't," Edward informed, unapologetic. "I like to savor my wine properly first. I need to thoroughly investigate its prominent scents, to awaken my taste buds so the flavor is even better when I finally drink it. Can you tell me if you'll be spicy? Will your skin have the sweetness of fresh berries? Do you know if it'll have a woodsy aroma when I finally dive in?" He hissed with pleasure. "Speaking of it… Do you know where my nose is traveling now? You've been waiting for this."

Bella couldn't follow anymore the direction of his phantom touches. "I can't…," she protested. "I'm–"

"Hush now!" Edward abruptly ordered. "We're just starting here…,"

How could it be, when her body already edged its fast-approaching peak?

"I can see that you're out of breath, how you're struggling to fill your lungs with air… how your chest is moving fast, faster than ever. Do you know how I can almost feel the crazy pace of your heart?" he softly asked, though his breathing was turning exceedingly more ragged with every provocation. "I'm standing so close to it now, baby. It feels like my own skin is running with the aftershocks coming from your stomping heart. It's so unfortunate you're still wearing that shirt now. I can see your aroused nipples so clearly. They must be so hard…," he couldn't hide the regretful undertone, a reminder of the physical barriers which interfered with their ongoing dream. "Are they hurting you, sweetheart? Tell me."

"Please…," Bella mewled, impatient. "Just fucking touch me!"

"Oh Isabella…," he sighed with concern. "You can't stop thrashing around, we'll have to fix this."

His sudden silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by the sharp wince disclosed by Edward's next words, "But you'll have to help me. My hand is busy with my cock right now. The sight of you like that was starting to be painful."

His admission rocked her body with a new wave of carnality, knowing now that she was affecting him just as much as he was her.

"But I still have to inspect you further. Raise your hand, baby. I want you to bring those fingers to your nipples now. Imagine they're my own as you rub against them…"

She led her hand to her bosom, exposing it to the chilling air, her ministrations guided by his labored breath and the image of him pleasuring himself.

"Yes, gently like that. Roll it between your thumb and forefinger. Oh god, so beautiful…," Edward hummed, intoxicated. "My fingers are getting wet with pre-cum as they slide around my cock, just because of you and how you're using my fingers to touch your breasts."

Bella wanted to contradict his words, because she could only feel the disappointing pressure of her own feeble fingers and she longed for his dominant strength.

"Ahhh… So good, Isabella. Please pinch them," he ordered with strain, trying to sober up from his want. "I have to check how you're doing lower down," he assured, lightening up a neglected promise. "My mouth is open as I trail my tongue around your belly button, collecting the salty beads on your hot skin…"

She could practically feel the texture of his tongue down on her quivering belly.

Suddenly he growled, "But I'm starving now, Isabella! I want to nibble every part of your delectable body. Let me help you… Let me bite down on that other puckered nipple you're neglecting."

The rapid fire of his hungry words made her shallow breaths drown out her moans.

"How will it feel under my tongue? Yesssss! Hmmm… So tasty," his disembodied voice hinted nothing but certainty. "But I'll leave you to it now. I'm dying to see how wet you are. Open your legs."

Shameless, and just ready to feel more, she pushed her legs apart.

"Wider!" Edward gritted under his breath, and she thoughtlessly complied. "Oh Isabella, you're soaked! I can see how it seeped through your shorts," his words were a reverence, her body a sacrifice on the altar.

"Am I doing this to you? Are you this wet because of me? I must taste you then. But don't stop those fingers!" he warned when the meaning of his promise made Bella stutter on her manipulations. "Let my hands run up your legs, let me hold you by your thighs… so smooth…so sexy."

His lustful proclamation seized her brain within the most profane of places, one she could no longer name her savior, thirsting only for its redeeming concession.

"Your arousal is so much stronger down here, it's making my mouth water in anticipation…,"

But his anticipation left her wanting for more, on the verge of something unnamable she couldn't quite touch yet, and she was already feeling the walls of their elaborated dream shattering with her breathless frustration.

"I'm now running my nose along your inner thigh, its humidity clinging to my skin, my mind suddenly drunk with its heady scent. I shift ever so slowly and find your slit–"

"Stop!" She shouted, afflicted with unrelievable lust. "Edward, please – I can't handle anymore!" Bella struggled with faltering air, and begged him, "I… I need to see you. It's too much… Oh god… Edward?"

But apart from her hard panting, the room was suddenly bathed in nothing but silence, without a trace of his teasing voice. She scrambled to get on her knees, her hands shakingly gripping the sheets close to her racing heart. "Edward?" Bella called out again.

And then the door was unlocked. Then opened. And before Bella could stop gaping at the sight coming through the door, recognizing the handsome face almost instantly, he was already storming in, straight in her direction.

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Edward crossed the room with fiery speed, watching Isabella's shiny eyes widen, and just as she was about to blink them, he was already wrapping his hands around her waist and crashed his mouth into hers. Hungry tongues tangled, wet sucking sounds escaping, begging to relieve them from their insurmountable thirst. Her hands flew up his torso, finding warm flesh and gripping his shirt for equilibrium while his fingers drew a path of their own to her hair, tugging slightly and exposing her neck to his ravenous kisses. He felt the blood pulsing in her veins as he nibbled his way up, while she tried to swallow air into her lungs, each heaving breath bringing her hard nipples closer to him.

"How long...?" she managed to ask.

His thoughts hazed with her intoxicating scent, Edward drew his mouth back and tried to slow down his breaths. He knew what she was asking. She wanted to understand how long he had been longing for her. How long had it been one-sided. He turned her face to his and met her gaze with one of his own, low-lidded and languid, hoping she could feel the pressing urge he felt to finally quench this yearning.

"Too fucking long," he whispered against her lips, and then one of them cleared the space in between, swallowing that burning need into a passionate kiss.

As their kisses escalated in intensity, soon their bodies started speaking for themselves, rekindling a passion so far only communicated by their daring, suggestive words thrown through those hindering walls. Hands pulled, grasped, clawed, and traced the contours of their straining bodies, building up a story which could never be erased. A breathy whine splintered the air across the room, Isabella's face tipping sideways, out of breath, out of coherence. She had never been as ready and willing as she was now within his embrace, submitting her body for his own pleasure, inviting him to take his claim. Edward relished in this invigorating momentum, letting his resolution restore itself into its primitive nature, willing him to stake out his possession.

Tugging on her ear with his teeth, he blew a whisper clad with promise, "This won't be gentle, baby."

Suddenly he pushed her body onto the mattress then stepped back, for a moment admiring the wild brunette and her hungry, brown eyes laid down in front of him, writhing with want and desperate for his touch. He smirked. Then pushed again.

"Take that shirt off. Now!"

He messed with Isabella's balance, slacking her propped elbows as he abruptly gripped both sides of the waistband of her shorts, pulling them down along with her panties. He paused long enough to take care of his own clothes, his eyes never leaving her as she struggled to pass her tank top above her head, arms stretched high above like a just-awakened sleeping beauty. His cock twitched, and he rushed to release it from his constricting pants.

Like a maestro, he made his hands guide her following instructions, as he finally climbed naked on the bed, silently ordering for her to rapidly move up. Long legs pushed against the mattress to get her higher, exposing the glistening pink flesh of her luring pussy and turning him wild in his fast approach. Ferocious, he found his place between her creamy thighs, shaped his hands around her limbs, a soft inspection that soon turned into a frenzied search – fingers gliding over clammy skin, burning a hot trail along her arched body, making a path from top to bottom.

He was nothing but thorough in his task, testing the wet slick which beckoned its warmth close to his cock, making a slippery mess with his fingers, as he dipped low and up and around, only to start the torturous process again. His mouth watered as he effortlessly glided one, then two fingers in, then meeting resistance within as Isabella tightened around him. A symphony of raspy moans and breathless mumbles serving as guidance, Edward continued his sweet torture with fast pumps, slow circles and sudden pinches. And just as she was edging that most needed precipice, he withdrew entirely and without warning, making her rock her hips against nothing.

She was about to protest, struggling to push herself up, but before she could utter a single word, Edward was already cupping her hips and bringing her straight to him, sheathing his shaft inside her pussy. What had been a cry of frustration, without preamble turned into a mighty cry of pleasure as Isabella's walls clenched tightly with an earth-shattering climax.

His eyes glazed over as he saw her fall apart, shuddering waves that brought him closer to his own release. But Edward quickly reined in on his urges, and started a new round of thrusts, harder than before, while her legs clamped around his ass and enticed him closer to her.

Soon, the relentless pull from Isabella's legs made him fall down onto her, and Edward had to brace himself with his hands by her tangled hair, while her nails clawed his back, begging him to go faster, harder. Although he would love nothing more than to give her exactly that, and the mere thought of it was physically painful, he suddenly stopped and retreated altogether.

Wild eyes instantly stared at him in plea, desperate for their reconnection, but Edward only offered her his censure by taking hold of both her hands into his stronger grip and making them hostages of his unyielding grasp above her head.

He dipped his mouth a whisper away from hers, a bite away from his gritted words, "You'll have to play nicer, Isabella. Or this won't go the way you'd like."

Her labored breaths clashed against him, holding back a quick retort as she swallowed down hard.

Snaking a hand in between them, Edward gently caressed one breast then suddenly pinched hard on her nipple, delirious with her answering whimper.

"You see that, Isabella?" He slightly set the weight from his lower half down over her, locking her legs and caging her totally within his power. "I'm the one in charge here," he whispered, finally biting down on her luscious, full lip.

"I'm the only one...," releasing it with a tortuous lick of his tongue, and then suddenly, his cock was angrily plunging inside her dripping wet pussy again, turning her moans loose and unleashing his vow, "...in control!"

Unmerciful, Edward drove his cock deep inside her, with hard pumps that were squeezed by her pussy, trying to either hold him or provoke him even further. He started building a punishing rhythm as his thrusts tried to deliver all the pent-up desire he felt for Isabella, slamming his hips into hers, purging out his longstanding, secret infatuation. He was so close to losing it already, he was barely holding it, but one look at her and his resolve suddenly shifted gears.

Her fervent eyes were silently begging him to let her partake in his claim, to let her own this moment just as much as him. Entranced by this spell which beseeched him even closer to her, suddenly Edward pulled Isabella by her hips and guiding her into his lap. Burying his cock deeper than ever, he made her ride him with wild abandon, with hands that gripped tightly to flesh. In a mesh of moans of pleasure, eyes locked to one another, they soon lost themselves within this intimate embrace.

When he felt her at the threshold of her fast-approaching orgasm, he gathered the slick wet of them and trailed it up to her clit, rubbing it with vigorous circles, leading her all the way to her release. The slack of her mouth as Isabella cried silently spiraled his own moment of completion, and Edward buried himself to the hilt, releasing his hot white seed inside her.

Glistening bodies clung to each other, still lost within their sated minds, too breathless to break the silence. Slowly, Isabella slid her nose up his neck, smiling from ear to ear.

"Does this mean we're done with the trial?" she asked.

Edward snorted against her shoulder. "Fuck yeah," he proclaimed.

"Good," Isabella murmured, raising her head to meet his green eyes. "Because I want to do that again. Soon."

Edward smiled back and pecked her lips. "You probably made me lose my job, baby. We'll have plenty of time for that and more."

THE END

A/N: 2 AM around here, so I'm sorry if this turned out to be a mess... So this is it, for now. I don't know yet when I'll return to these characters, for they tend to show up unexpectedly sometimes. I think they definitely need some breathing space outside that room for sure, but my crazy mind hasn't settled yet where or how it will be. Once again thank you so much for your support. All the follows, favorites, and reviews from these past few days have filled my heart with nothing but warmth. Thank you! Really! A wonderful week to everyone. Love, T