Sorry for the wait… writers block and I wanted this to be just right. Don't worry… you will be satisfied! Don't own it! Hope you feel better kouga! And thanks for all the reviews, they make me laugh and keep me going… (And they please Carlisle very well…he's happy)

Carlisle POV

Isabella's curly hair lay in a messy mop on the white pillow next to me, her breathing slow and steady, and sleep had already overtaken her. I could hear her wet heart pumping the sweet blood through her veins, her body still flushed from our recent activities. My cool arm was wrapped around her naked waist, her lush mounds rising and falling with every breath. I lowered my mouth to her pink nipple, barely grazing it with my cold lips. I watched with satisfaction as it hardened, begging me to lick it. I resisted. She needed her rest. Being a vampire I could have continued on and on, for days and days. My desire for her was just getting stronger and the pull to be with her was overpowering me. I didn't know if I would ever be able to lead a 'normal' life again. Suddenly I felt sympathetic towards Emmett, Rose, Jasper and Alice; I could now understand how they resisted separation. Even after all these years together, their need for their mates didn't seem to let up. I wanted to shake Isabella awake and kiss her bruised lips again, and caress her silky skin, but the doctor in me wouldn't allow it, she was still human.

I slid off of the bed, ghosting away to the dressing room, where I opened my suitcase. Emmett had packed me the things I requested and my hands found the small silver box near the bottom, wrapped in a handkerchief. I flipped the lid open carefully and stared down at the ring inside. It was beautiful yellow gold with a square diamond, black enamel inlaid surrounded the diamond and tiny white mother of pearl leaves flitted around four pearls that helped frame the enamel. I bought it back in 1790 when I had begun thinking of having a mate of my own; I wanted the wearer to be as delicate and unique as the ring. I sighed loudly, snapped the lid shut, and stuffed it back into the case. I made my way out to the pool; the overcast clouds looked gloomy and threatened of rain.

I needed to clear my head; the thought of the ring still in my mind. I knew beyond a question of a doubt that wanted her by my side forever. Right now, because of my vampire side, it seemed more like lust, but I didn't need my aching cock to tell me that I was completely in love with her. The odds had been pitted against us from the beginning with Edward, then Jasper, and then her own morals. But we were together against all of that, standing tall, and I wanted to be the only one standing with her if the world were to completely stand up against her, and with her luck, it could easily happen. She was kind, brave, and trusting. I felt like I was at home in her arms, and she didn't realize it, but I could be rendered helpless with one of her loving looks. I had never showed anyone, besides Emmett, that ring before, not even Esme, and she had been my lover for eighty years.

I was worried that Isabella would think that things were moving too fast. She was only eighteen, although she seemed so much older, and at that age, most things are mainly physical. Would it be improper? Would she say yes? I would die if she said no! I had no beating heart, but if I did, it would have been pounding with worry by now. Maybe I should offer it as just a promise ring instead of marriage… would she be insulted by it? Would she even want to become a vampire? She had never really expressed any desire to become one; maybe one life time was sufficient for her. Oh, God! I'm in Hell! Right now we were in a world of our own, but there were real world matters that needed to be attended to, and soon.

I watched as the dreary sky grew lighter and lighter, until it was after noon, for sure. I sat, still as statue, my mind racing with the same questions over and over. How do I deal with this? I walked at a human pace over to the hot tub, sliding into the burning water. It soothed my body, the heat was delightful. The vampire in me was furious at myself; I had become vulnerable, and weakened because of this dark haired vixen; she loved me, but may not love me enough to marry me. The vampire was angry that I had put all my hopes in the fragile hands of a delicate human. No! No! She loves me! Why doubt it? Maybe every man went through this when he contemplated marriage. With Esme it just seemed reasonable; this love was more than that. Isabella was more than that.

I could smell Isabella approaching, the smell of sex still on her naked skin, and somehow smelling even more desirable than normal. I could hear her soft feet padding their way to me on the stones. I didn't look at her as she stepped into the tub, her mouth releasing a soft groan at the relief of the water. Even with the mood I was in, that groan nearly made me lose my control. I wanted to throw Isabella to the ground hand take her right then and there. Calm down! Her arms snaked around my waist, her forehead resting on my shoulder.

"Carlisle, please, tell me what is wrong." Her voice was soft and pleading. Oh, God! I wanted to hear her using that same tone, begging me to enter her pulsing wet softness.

"Who said anything was wrong?" I smiled down at her, but I knew she could see through it. Lying to her was not easy.

"Don't. I was having nightmares and when I woke, the feeling didn't leave me." She pointed to her heart. "You can't fool me."

I sighed. "I was just worried about what was going to happen when we go back to Forks."

"It will hard," she took a deep breath "But I know we can work it out together. We just need to trust in each other." Her hand caressed my cheek, my nose inhaling her scent, her blood calling to me in the most unusual way, and her other arm tightened around me. "Are you sure that is all you are worried about?" She could see through the bullshit. She was perfect, I couldn't get anything past her, she would keep me on my toes, and I smiled at the thought.

"That's all." I knew she didn't believe me, but she didn't push it, either. "I am sorry I disturbed your rest."

"I want to spend every moment I can with you, sleep can wait. I only have you for seven more days with you alone," she pushed away from me, floating over to the other side of the tub, her breasts floating and bouncing in the bubbles. Suddenly all the worries began to leave my mind. She rested her head back, a moan escaping her lips.

"God, this feels so good." Her voice was low and a bit shaky. I knew what she was doing, the little minx; her teeth bit into her bottom lip and she looked back at me with a raised eyebrow. I could feel a new heat searing through my abdomen, the caged beast clawing to get out. I was over to her in a blink, my lips found hers, demanding and hard. She responded with just as much enthusiasm, her hands pulling at the muscles on my back.

My kisses trailed down her jaw, nipping at her neck, and finally finding her rosy bud that had been calling to me earlier. My mouth sucked hard at the tiny nub, causing her back to arch, giving me better access. My hand found her other mound and began massaging, her breath now coming out in ragged gasps. I took her nipple in my teeth and pulled, but not too hard, her mouth let out a squeal.

"Carlisle…ugh…" she breathed into my ear. I flipped her over, straddling me, before she could take another breath. I could feel her silky folds against my hard member as she began to grinding her hips into me, my mouth finding hers again. Oh, God! I needed her now! Something began to become crazed in me; my rational self was leaving quickly.

She lowered herself onto me, sheathing me in her warmth and I cried out as she pulled me into her. "Oh, Lord, Isabella!" She bounced on me, the water acting like a barrier, slowing her movements, torturing me in the most incredible way. The beast clawed at the cage, pushing its way out. My hands found her hips, pushing her down on me, hard encasing myself fully in her moist cavity. She was mine; no other man would have her! I bit at her neck, tasting her sweet skin on my tongue. I could feel my cock throbbing, waiting for the sweet release….

I stopped. I could feel the shock spread to my face. I released her, moving too fast for her to see, diving into the coldness of the pool, hoping it would calm me. No, it couldn't be. Not now! Of all the luck! I emerged from the pool to see a hurt expression on her face; it almost looked like tears were coming. The animal in me screamed, pulling at me. I needed to get back over there and finish what she began, not once but three, four, five times, without stopping. My penis ached to empty my seed into her, filling her belly and leaving my scent on her, protecting her from all others…. From all other males! I raised my head and snarled in frustration, slamming my fist into the stone walkway surrounding the pool. My fist dug through the stone like it wasn't even there, pulverizing it into dust.

The only thing that brought me out of that moment was the small sob I heard escape Isabella's lips. My black eyes found her brown orbs, she looked frightened. I took a deep breath, not daring to approach her; fearful that the vampire side of me was not yet fully under control. And I knew it wasn't under control, my cock was still hard and twitching with desire. I felt like an idiot; in theory human males can smell some of the hormones a woman produces, I had definitely smelled it! And I tasted it on her skin No wonder I lost control so easy! I was so consumed I hadn't put two and two together.

"Isabella," I stayed downwind from her, knowing that until I could stem my arousal, she would smell too good for me to be around. "I think you are ovulating."

Bella POV

I watched as Carlisle dashed into the dressing, emerging moments later fully dressed, his dark eyes begged me to understand what was going on. Before I could even get out of the hot tub he was gone; I knew he needed to calm down, to get himself in check. Emptiness filled me as soon as his presence was departed from me and the gravity of the situation began to settle on my mind.

Was it possible? Could it ever happen? I was completely new to this mystical world and Carlisle's reactions seemed like a confirmation. I was not on birth control; I had never had the need. I didn't even realize that vampire sperm was compatible with human eggs. Oh, crap! This was bad! I dried off and dressed in a sweater and jeans, wrapping myself in a blanket, trying to fend off the cold I was feeling inside. It was Carlisle's reaction more than anything that froze my blood. If I did get pregnant, judging by his reaction could probably be deadly. With my luck it was almost a guarantee. But another feeling began to creep into my thoughts. I had never thought of having a child before, but, it had always been in the back of my mind. I had been more of a parent to Renee than she had been to me. I knew that someday I would have kids, but so soon? Suddenly the possibility of a child didn't seem so farfetched, and not for me alone. Carlisle would be a perfect father! I could imagine his smiling face as he beamed down at a small bundle with blond hair, just like him. The thought glowed in my heart. Oh, it could be so lovely! He would be wonderful, patient, kind, and understanding.

Something else in his reaction bothered me; was it really deadly for me to get pregnant or did he not see our relationship going in that direction? I wanted to be with him forever, but he had not mentioned changing me, and I didn't want to bring it up. Maybe marriage was different for vampires? I was young, yes, but I was ready for the institution of marriage. Renee had always tried to dissuade me, because she had such a bad first experience, but I knew it was more than 'playing house.' Commitment was never the problem for me and I felt lucky at the thought of finding someone to share my life with, but I wanted to be equal to him, and to love him in unison. Maybe it was too soon, he had just broken up with Esme.

I ordered room service and waited for Carlisle to come back. It had been a few hours and I was starting to get worried. Suddenly I had a wonderful idea. I knew that when he got back he would insist on waiting until my fertile time was done before we had sex again, but that didn't mean everything was off the table in that arena. I looked up an address in the phone book and hopped in a cab. The cabbie gave me an odd look when I asked for the store, but the twenty dollar tip I threw at him kept his tongue in his mouth.

It was after dark when I got back, two plain large paper bags with handles in my possession; it had taken me awhile to pick out just what I needed. Carlisle was sitting in the entrance room, his back stiff in a leather wing backed chair, his expression was hard, and his mouth was tight. He was mad.

"Isabella," he said formally, just tilting his head.

"Carlisle," I smiled sweetly. I had plans…. I needed to get him out of this mood and fast. I set the bags carefully in the ground and walked slowly to him, sliding my hands around his shoulder and neck; I lowered myself onto his lap, the statue not moving. My lips grazed his neck, pecking slowly up to his ear, where I nibbled on his lobe with my teeth; slowly I traced his ear with my tongue, flicking in and out of his ear. I would feel his body relaxing under me.

"Isabella," his voice was rough and he gently pushed me back, I knew I shouldn't push him, not yet anyway. "Do you know how worried I have been? I came back and you were not here. You left no note. Your scent ended at the sidewalk and the doorman said you didn't tell him where you were going. What was I to think? What if something happened to you?" I could see the concern in his eyes and hear it in his voice. I had been so intent on my shopping trip that I didn't stop to think how he would feel.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know when you were going to be back. Am I your prisoner here?" a smile played lightly on my lips. "Maybe you could handcuff me to the bed or use one of your silk scarves. I wouldn't fight, much."

"Ahh, Isabella. Please don't tempt me. I can smell the change in your blood and it is very hard to resist, but I am trying. You don't understand how dangerous this could be for you." His eyes began returning to gold, but brighter than I was use to.

"You went hunting?"

"I had to. I need to do everything in my power to control myself; hunting helped me release some of the wild side of me."

"Why is it so dangerous?" A baby, his baby didn't seem like such a terrible thing to me.

He huffed out a sigh, shaking his head. "You are not on birth control, but even then vampire semen is very resilient, I don't think even morning after pills could stop the inevitable. The sperm is fast and much more durable than human sperm. Condoms break on us, we rip right through them. I have only heard rumors and read myths of vampires impregnating women. The outcomes are never good, for the mothers."

"So, it's not the idea of the baby? It's the fact that the baby could kill me?" I couldn't look at him when I said it, the idea seemed silly.

"No," he laughed pulling me closer. "I have no problem with children, but it is not anything I would ever risk you or anyone else for. You are too important to me. I would rather have to stay away from you for a few days a month than lose you forever. Now tell me what was so important, that you would risk you luck in a strange city, to go and get."

"No way! That's for later!" I stood and grabbed the bags, holding them behind my back. His eyes were curious, I knew he could take the bags from me if he wanted, but he was a good sport about it.

"Well, then. We have to find other activities that we can do outside of this penthouse. I was wondering if you wanted to go to a club after dinner." Me? Dancing? The idea was ludicrous. I looked at his face, his eyes were bright and a thrilled expression made it impossible for me to refuse.

He had ordered room service for me and before I knew it I was dress in a burgundy leather miniskirt, a black one shoulder ruche top, which covered my fresh bandage, and black mid calf platform boots. I applied a bit heavier of makeup, making my eyes smoky and adding dark red lipstick to the mix. I liked how I looked in the mirror; it was exactly what I had I mind to lead into later activities. I had the pleasure of watching his jaw drop and his eyes nearly pop out of his head. He was dressed simply in a tight fitting black shirt that showed off ever single piece of sinew on his muscular body. Oh, God! I could eat breakfast off of those abs! His jeans hardly left anything to the imagination, his ass looking hard and his thighs looked like they could choke a bear. I was suddenly protective of him, jealous of the thought that other women would be looking at him.

Carlisle had a limo take us to the club. I had never been to one before, and I could feel the music vibrating in my body before I stepped out of the vehicle. The crowd was immense, people standing in line just waiting for a chance to get in. Carlisle walked straight up to the very imposing looking man, ignoring the protests of the line, his arm wrapped around me protectively.

"Mr. C!" the man smiled enthusiastically. "Haven't seen you around in a while! How ya been?"

"I'm well, Ronan." Carlisle reached out and grabbed his hand; I could see a flash of green bills exchange hands. "May I introduce Isabella, my date tonight."

"Welcome to the Tower, it's a pleasure to meet you. Ronan, owner and operator of this fine establishment. You want the usual?" Ronan tilted his head to Carlisle.

"Please."

"Follow me." Ronan lifted the gate and let us enter; I could hear the complaints from the people behind us. The music throbbed inside, lights flashed hypnotically; people were writhing and swaying to the beat, some dancing in ways that I had never seen before. Smoke machines made everything look eerie. There were booths in some of the corners and I could see lovers and flings wrapped in passionate embraces, mouths feasting on each other, hands roaming and grabbing. Ronan lead us to a second floor balcony where we had a view of the entire floor below, the smoke rising, laser patterns dancing in the haze before us. We were seated at our own private booth, and I slid into the soft velvet and Carlisle sat next to me, pulling me almost on to his lap. He ordered me a soda and Ronan left us, returning to his post.

"Well, Carlisle, I never would have expected to see you in a place like this." This definitely didn't seem to fit with his button down sweater demeanor.

"What do you think I do all day, read? Study? As nice as that can be, sometimes I crave something more exciting." His cool breath glided over my ear, making me shiver. "Besides, I am a student of human nature, I love observing people."

"Right. That's it. And I can sprout wings at will and fly." I didn't try to hide my sarcasm. "You like to get your freak on!"

"Isabella, there are many things you don't know about me. I have lived a long time and there are still many things I haven't tried yet, and many things I want to try. This scene is only a temporary thing, it will pass soon enough, but in the mean time, I must admit, I do like it." The waiter brought my drink and I gulped it down, requesting a second before the waiter got too far.

"Come on," he grabbed my hand and gracefully exited the booth. We made our way down to the dance floor, Carlisle easily fell into the movements, but I was a little uncomfortable; there were so many people so close together. What if I looked like an idiot?

"Don't just stand there, Miss Swan," his hard body drew me close to him, wrapping his arm around me and resting his hand on my stomach. I could feel the butterflies flittering inside as he pressed himself against me. "Just follow my lead," his silken voice whispered in my ear. I followed the motions of his body, swaying back and forth, bending like reeds in the wind. His lips graced my neck and my heart fluttered; I could feel him smile against me.

The songs began to move faster and faster, and me head swam in the unearthly atmosphere. I wasn't sure how long we had danced for; I was lost in time with him beside me. I could smell perfume and sweat all around me, as well as the sweet scent of cinnamon and ocean. I could feel the limbs of other people touching mine and I turned to face Carlisle, his eyes were closed, his body and mind lost to the revelry of the crowd. I encircled my arms about his cool neck and pressed myself hard against him, the change in temperature was sweet relief. I straddled one of his legs with mine and ground my center down on him, hard. I could hear him groan at the contact and felt his stiff member grow against my side. He didn't try to hide it and simply drew me closer, digging his fingers into my skin and pushing against my hip in rhythm to the music.

I wanted him, right then and there. I wanted him to throw me over his shoulder and sweep me back to the penthouse and ravage me in the elevator, and again in the bed, and maybe once more on the couch. I could feel the warmth spreading between my legs, driving me to grind into him faster, looking for sweet release. He opened his eyes, darkening instantly from gold to black, his nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply.

"Isabella, I can't," his voice was strangled, pleading for me to stop. I stepped back, releasing him.

"I'll meet you back at the booth in a little bit," I backed off slowly. I saw a group of single girls dancing alone and made my towards them; surely Carlisle wouldn't mind me dancing with them. I began moving my body to the music again, tossing my head back and forth, losing myself to the beat. I could see how Carlisle could get caught up in this; you could forget who you were in this earsplitting madness. The bass pulsed through my body, rattling me to the bones. The tempo suddenly slowed and I didn't think it odd, at first, when a body started dancing closer and closer to my back. The body ground hard into my ass and I turned around sharply.

"What the fu…" I began. It was Ronan. His thick arms tugged me closer to his enormous body.

"You wouldn't begrudge Carlisle's old friends dance, would you, beautiful?" His blue eyes were cold.

"A dance is one thing, groping me is another," I pushed at him, but his arms held me fast.

"Where is the good doctor anyway? I thought I saw him leaving out the back. If you were mine I sure wouldn't let you out of my sight. You musta pissed him off good, never seen him like that before." I felt his legs walking us backwards. I could see where he was heading; there was a sign over a hallway close by that read "Offices" in small yellow letters.

"Excuse me," I pushed against his chest with my arms again, doing nothing against him; Ronan was easily twice the size of Carlisle.

"Please darling, what does he have that I don't?" I almost laughed at him. Carlisle's perks could eclipse him any day. "Is the old man tired of you already? Ya know, I can go for hours." His breath stank of acid and alcohol. He had pushed me into the hallway. I could feel his body abruptly pinning me to the wall, suddenly aware of his hands running up my thighs.

I braced myself and swiftly raised my knee, but Ronan was expecting it, obviously not his first time with an unwilling partner. He blocked it easily and his head shook slowly back and forth. "Uh uh. No, no, no, darling." He waved a finger in front of me before flicking me on the nose. "Play nice and I promise it won't hurt as much." I opened my mouth to scream and his hand clamped over it before I could make a sound. He pulled me down a little further in the hall, my hands clawing at the wallpaper. Carlisle where are you?

My heart thundered in my chest. Oh, God! Ronan's hands found a doorknob behind me and suddenly I was on my butt, shoved hard into the small office, my tailbone aching.

"Let me go." I tried to sound brave as he shut the door behind him, turning the lock, and then his eyes returned to me.

"You're gonna enjoy this. I know I will." He said taking another step in my direction.

I was enraged. I looked around for anything I could use as a weapon, but the only things in the room were a chair and an old wooden desk. I wanted to rip his heart out of his chest and watch his eyes as he saw it beat for the last time. Ronan haul me up roughly, shoving me against the desk, landing stomach first. I felt his hot fingers seize the hem of my skirt, tugging. I screamed, but in the confines of the room, with the music blaring, I knew no one would hear me. One arm pinned my neck down to the table and he chuckled, apparently amused at the game. "Gerrof, affhoe!" I yelled as my mouth mashed into the desk.

Instantaneously the weight was gone; a loud cracking sound filled my ears. Maybe he changed his mind? I saw Ronan, his eyes wide with fear and his feet nearly two feet off the ground. I felt instant vindication the sight before me, my blond god saving me again! Carlisle's hands had Ronan by the throat and a growl erupted from his chest that made me cringe back against the desk, his teeth bare and glistening. "Give me one reason to let you live?" his bark was threatening, and at the same time, promising me great pleasure in seeing the damage that would happen.

Ronan kick at Carlisle and tried prying with his fingers at the hands around his neck. He may as well have been trying to push a concrete wall for all the good it was doing. His skin was rapidly turning from red to purple. Carlisle swung his arm forward, slow enough that I could see, but hard enough I could hear the snap of the ribs as he connected with Ronan's chest. Carlisle let him drop to the floor and extended his hand to me, his eyes back with murderous rage. He led me out of the back of the club, too slow it seemed, and scooped me in his arms as soon as there were no more prying eyes around. His legs ran in a blur, jumping faster and longer until we were on the rooftops, the darkness concealing us in its embrace. He was so swift that I had to hide my eyes in the crook of his neck, for fear of getting sick.

I don't know how we made it all the way up to the penthouse floor, but he set me gently, quickly down, and quicker than I could see, shut all the doors and windows. He darted in and out of each room before stopping in front of me, his arms out in a defensive position, nostrils sniffing. He was searching for danger! I held my breath, counting to ten slowly. I didn't want to move. The black look on his face was slowly easing; I could see Carlisle coming back to me and the vampire retreating.

"Carlisle," I began in a small voice. "Are you alright?"

"No, I'm not alright!" his voice was sharp, his teeth snapped down at the end.

"I'm so sorry."

"What do you have to be sorry for? I was the one who brought you there and I was the one who left you because I couldn't control myself. This is my fault. I had gone down a few blocks. If it wasn't for Alice calling me, well…" he trailed off. I could imagine what he was told and my body shuttered at the thought.

"It was not your fault!" I said firmly as I approached him. "You are no more to blame than I am! Ronan is the one who acted like an ass!"

He held his arms out to me and I walked into them, his coolness comforting me. "Are you alright?"

"Of course I am," I turned my lips to him searching out of his mouth, and trailing up his jaw. His strong arms pushed me away, my heart abruptly aching at the rebuff.

"Isabella, please. I'm disgusted with myself as it is." His mouth turned into a grimace as he turned away.

"I don't understand."

"I am trying very hard to keep myself in control," his voice was harsh and it frightened me a bit. "You are my mate. The only thing my vampire side wants to do is take you to that bed and possess you, to claim you over and over again, to make sure no other male can have you. But that animal in me needs to be kept in check or we may both regret it."

"Is there any way that we can help this control? Anything I can do?" Maybe I could work this to help me with what I wanted to do tonight?

"The only way to get rid of the possession is for me to either rid myself of that bodily organ, and I don't relish that though, or to have release."

I crept up to him, embracing him from behind, my arms holding him tightly. I raised myself on my tiptoes and whispered in his ear "If you are a good sport, I think I have something that could help you."

Carlisle POV

"Come in Carlisle," I heard her soft voice say from behind the bedroom door. She had been very mysterious about the whole surprise she had in store for me. As far as I knew I was going to need to be gentle, so she said, and that she had had this fantasy for awhile. I was practically giddy with anticipation. I could smell burning candles and leather from my side of the door. God, this is going to be good!

I opened the door, slowly, surveying the scene in front of me. The room was only lit by candles, the light from the flames dancing on the walls. Isabella was in the center of the room. Holy shit! Her hair was pulled into a tight ponytail and braided down her back, her eyes were framed with dark eye shadow and her lips touched with black lipstick. She wore a tight leather lace corset that came up to her ribs, her breasts uncovered, swinging freely, her pink nipples inviting. Black lace panties barely covered her sex, just hinting at the pleasures beneath and her on her feet she wore six inch stilettos that looked deadly. I swallowed hard, the air becoming thick.

She had a very serious look on her face and her eyes were bright with excitement. "Come in." Her voice was seductive and I actually felt a little tremble go through me. How was this going to help? My mind yelled for me to run, but my legs had a will of their own and carried me forward until I was in front of the siren.

"Isabella…" I began but she quickly covered my mouth with her hand.

"You may address me only as 'Miss Swan." Her eyebrow arched and she walked around me, studying me, before stopping at the bed. She lowered herself onto it, crossing her legs and arms tightly in front of her.

"Yes, Miss Swan," I replied slowly, I kind of liked this.

"I want to watch while you take it all off."

"Excuse me….er, Miss Swan?"

"You heard me, your vampire hearing in infallible. Take. It. Off." She frowned at me, never letting her fantasy waiver. I was not ashamed of my body, I knew I had made nearly every woman at work sweat with pleasure, and over my hundreds of years I had gotten more than my share of glances, but suddenly I felt a bit self conscious. She smiled at my emotions, I knew she could feel a little of what I could. "Now," she barked with authority.

Unhurriedly I removed my shirt, letting it fall to the floor. My pants came off just as easily and she smiled as they, too, dropped to the ground. Her eyes drank in my body, caressing the hard muscles and lingering, a bit too long, over my manhood. I could feel myself being to stiffen in anticipation. Isabella moved behind me, her stilettos clicking on the marble floor. Her fiery hands grabbed at my wrists, pulling them behind me, with my assistance. I heard tinkling and felt cold surround my wrists, binding them together. Handcuffs. I could break them as easily as ripping paper, but I wanted to see where this was going.

"On your knees, Carlisle." She demanded and I dropped down instantly. "It seems to me that the animal inside of you needs some taming." Swiftly she produced a blindfold skewing my vision, tying it tightly to my head. I could feel my abdomen beginning to burn, the beast purring at this new side of her. I had never done anything like this before! What an imagination she has!

"Head on the floor," I bent over at her command, the marble cool, but not as cool as my skin. I heard her shoes clicking to one side of the room and returning. Suddenly there was a pointed pressure on my neck, her stiletto digging into my skin, but not breaking it. I groaned and instantly a hard slap hit my back, it felt like leather. Was it a whip? Riding crop? "Sweetheart, understand, I am the boss. You don't make a noise unless I tell you to. Understand?" She dug her heel deeper into my flesh.

"Yes, Miss Swan." Oh, God! I love this dominant side! What could she be like if she was a vampire? The fun we could have then if she wasn't so breakable! Instantly I felt a burning sensation running down my back, it felt like I was on fire! I could feel it streaming down my skin and dripping onto the floor. I bit back a growl, my teeth sharp on my lips. The candle wax began to cool, giving me some relief, but Isabella just chuckled.

"You like that, didn't you?" She didn't wait for an answer as she poured more near my lower back, my body bucking at the heat. "Tell me you want more. Say it!"

"I want more, Miss Swan!" the words were breathless coming from me.

"As you wish," the wax hit me once again, dribbling over my fingers and palms. I sucked my breath in hard. "Good boy. If you keep playing nice, you'll get your reward." Her stiletto left my neck and I could hear her circle behind me, suddenly I was feeling very exposed.

"Hold that pose." She tried to sound firm, but her voice was a little shaky as her breathing picked up. I felt the leather hitting against me, tickling my buttocks. The spanking continued on my back, my arms, my shoulder, before she stopped in front of me. "Sit up." I was up instantly, which wasn't a good thing, she was close and I could smell the sweet scent coming off of her skin and an even more desirable scent from between her legs. The vampire in me growled to low for her to hear, fighting my human brain for control. She yanked the blindfold off, her serious face still in place. She made her way to the bed, swinging her hips suggestively. How I wanted to grab them and plunge deeply into her warmth!

"Here. On your knees. Now." I obeyed. She put her foot forward, dangling it lightly in front of me. "Remove them, with your teeth." I could taste her delicious skin on my tongue as I bit through the strap that held the shoes onto her delicate feet, the shoe dropping to the floor with a clatter. I could hear a small moan escape her lips as I repeated the biting with the other foot, her heart beat began to race. She was getting off on this power trip!

"Kiss me." She didn't give any further instructions, her eyes flashed desire. My hands still bound, I began at her calves, pecking, and nibbling, working my way to her knees, then slowly on to her thighs. I could feel the heat coming from her and a groan fell from my lips. I felt her hands pulling my hair, hard. She pulled me up to reach her mouth, hot and soft on mine. Oh, God! This was Hell and Heaven at the same time! Her legs straddled me on the bed, her hands pushing me down beneath her, burning lips never leaving mine. I could feel her scalding center press down on my painful erection, grinding into me. I thrust upward wanting to feel her harder against me.

"No." Isabella's eyes were hard on mine. "This is my show. You do not move." I could feel her mouth on my neck, biting hard. I fought back a moan and my stomach did flips as her rough bites led down to my shoulders, my chest, and then the hard lined of my abdomen. She grabbed my shaft in her hands and pulled upwards with force. My head shot up to the dirtiest sight I had ever seen; Isabella's mouth lowering over the head of my member. I couldn't hold back the snarl that exploded from my chest as the wet heat engulfed me. Her tongue flicked in and out, teasing and tickling me, her teeth grazed up and down the long shaft while one of her hands stroked the thick base, the other cupping lower on my manhood. I could feel the beast breaking free. Oh, God! My mind began to go blank, a red haze taking over my eyes. Isabella sucked harder and faster, I tried not to move, the sensation was overwhelming.

Oh, Lord! This beautiful creature made me feel things that I had never felt before. And she was mine! Mine! The thought began to consume. My throat hissed in pleasure, this was too good to be true! Mine! I was so close, her beautiful chocolate braid bouncing up and down. Suddenly I caught a whiff of something, something distinctly male; Ronan was still on her skin. I lost the fight. I could feel the vampire fully emerge. I had no control to stop it.

With the smallest pressure the handcuffs broke off of my wrist. Before she could take a breath I was out from under her capable lips, tearing away at the panties, mounting her from behind. She cried out surprise as I slid into her fiery sex. Three thrusts and I could feel my venom spilling into her. I screamed in frustration! It wasn't good enough!

I felt myself harden again instantly, my member throbbing, looking for release. I pulled her hips to me, her soft round butt pushing against me as I rocked back and forth. No man would have her but me! She was mine! MY MATE! I snarled, the haze driving me faster. It would only be my seed inside of her! A small part of me wanted to return to the club and finish what Ronan started. If I ever saw him again his heart would stop beating forever!

I could feel Isabella's body quivering and panting beneath mine. My teeth bit into her neck, I could feel her veins pulsing beneath my tongue and lips, the smell nearly driving me mad. I released her quickly, knowing that if I broke the skin, I could accidently kill her in a bloody fit of passion.

"Isabella… mine…ugh…mine," I drove into her hard, her arms giving out beneath her, but I held her up easily, driving into her deeper with the new angle. I felt her chamber squeezing rhythmically around me, a steady moan rising from her lips. The smell from her heat had me panting; I gulp in the scent, my shaft aching in response. eI

"Carlisle," she panted, barely able to speak. Suddenly her whole body was writhing under me, shaking with as she rode the waves of pleasure pumping through her. Mine! I let out a roar as I buried myself deep within her, my cock releasing, emptying into her once and then again; I held her pinned to me, a low growl warning her not to move, not to break the connection.

Slowly the haze subsided, the cloudiness clearing… Oh, God! If I wasn't going to burn in hell before, there was no way to escape it now!

I know, I know… I'm evil! But, just to remind you… I do not do cheap outs! Carlisle doesn't deserve that! Here is the kicker… do you think Bella did it on purpose? Will it happen? Does it create tension and mistrust, preggo or not? Yes, Eddy will be beck in the next chapter or two… gotta have some ass kicking soon… The story must go on! Please review! Carlisle says it gives him staying power during the lemons…I mean he'd rather be with us than Bella… right?