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I don't own Twilight.

I'm naked, with the exception of my panties and I'm strapped to my bed, on each ankle and wrist a belt is wrapped tightly, holding me down to the posts. I'm spread out like a star and the belts bite into my skin, painfully, as I fidget.

A feeling of panic washes over me as the door opens slowly, I try desperately to cover my naked body up. I bite my lip to try and contain the shout of pain as the belts pinch deeply into my skin.

I stare, fixated at the door in anticipation as a man walks through, he's wearing a pair of suit pants and a button down with a tie. He also has on a mask, which covers the top half of his face.

I watch as he looks me over, before turning and locking the door. As the tumblers in the lock click together loudly, sealing me in the room with this man, I gulp back my fear.

He doesn't say anything but he walks over to me and picks up something from the bed. I try to see what it is. He holds it up, making me wonder if I'd asked out loud. In his hand is a golden key. I look at him, confused.

He smirks and it's eerily familiar. He crawls onto the bed and is on all fours as he looks down at me. His knee is in between my legs, pressing against my panties and the friction burns, making me ache deeply. I close my eyes but feel his breath as he blows on my nipple, and then promptly licks it. My back automatically arches at the contact and I gasp.

He brings his head back up and smiles, before removing his mask. Edward's eyes look deeply into mine before he shakes his head and wordlessly gets up from the bed, unlocks the door and walks out. I scream for him to come back and claw at the bed with my fingers.

I wake with a jolt, I'm covered with a sheen of sweat all over my body and my heart is racing as I stare around me in confusion.

These dreams are just getting more and more weird. I wash my face and lean against the sink. I'm pretty sure that my subconscious is trying to tell me something, but I have no clue. I don't think it has anything to do with being tied up, but more about what Edward told me last night.

I had spent an hour, after he left, sitting in my little nest in a complete daze.

I get into the shower and scrub my sweaty body.

I sit in my chair, wrapped in a towel and hug my little grey bear. I know what Edward does, but I don't know much about him. Apart from his age and the fact that he doesn't get on with his Father, I know nothing.

I'm assuming that he was basically saying that he will have sex with me, if I ask him. If I do, would that be it? Should I even be thinking about this?

It's not like we will get married, have two point five kids and live happily ever after. I have never held my virginity high up on a pedestal and I guess I could have Edward as my first. I fancy him, there's no doubt about that but I also like spending time with him.

I groan and put my face into my hands. I get dressed and resume my reading of this book, hoping it holds some clue on how to tame a beast.

I slam the book shut after reading the last word and go into the kitchen to make some food, I've literally sat in that chair for most of the day and it's now dinner time. I shove a microwave meal in, I just can't be bothered to cook. My phone beeps, so I go over and pick it up. It's from Edward.

What are you doing?

I can't stop the stupid grin that takes over my face as I read it. Stupid mouth. It has no clue what it's doing. I type a quick reply.

Micro meal for one will be ready in 45 secs.

He replies quickly.

Seriously?

I feel irrationally annoyed at his lack of communicative skills via text.

Yes. Why?

Come out to dinner with me.

Well, that's better. At least he's getting to the point.

What? Turn down my Hungry-man selects chicken meal for a proper one?

I'll be there in 20.

Is this a date?

I have to ask.

If you want to label it, yes. Wear something pretty. E

He can be so bossy. I drop my phone onto the side and dump the meal into the trash, before going in my room to change. I wear a pretty light blue dress and heels. Apparently Edward 'I'm so confusing and probably am for fun' Masen, doesn't date, so this is a little novel.

I'm fiddling with the tassel on a sofa cushion when I hear him tap on the door, my mood isn't any better but I get up. Butterflies are playing havoc with my stomach and I take a deep breath in, trying to calm them, before I open the door.

He's standing there, in my doorway, looking as handsome as ever. Maybe even more so. He has black trousers and a button down on, it's open at the top and I can see a little bit of his chest. It makes my mind jump back to the dream that woke me up. I blush as I remember.

"Hey, you alright?"

I smile tightly at him and grab my jacket.

"Come on, let's do this." I walk past him and down the stairs, ignoring his adorable, confused mixed with amused, look.

He drives us to that same restaurant that I went to with the others. The quaint little Italian place with the friendly server. We're seated in a corner, at the request of Edward. I sit and stare at the menu in front of me.

"Are you okay Bella? You haven't said much." He actually looks concerned.

"Yeah, I just hate it when people say things to confuse me."

"I'm assuming you mean me?" One of his eyebrows is raised as he looks over his menu at me.

"Who else." I mumble.

"I thought I made myself clear. All you have to do, is ask me. I want to take this further but you have to do the asking." He looks back at his menu.

"It's not just what you say, it's this whole situation. What will that even mean though. I don't even know you." Everything tumbles out of my mouth.

He sighs and puts the menu down on the table, I watch his long fingers as they run through his hair.

"It'll mean that we have sex and what, exactly do you want to know?"

"Anything would be a start."

"Would it change anything?"

"I'm a little lost here, Edward. This may be completely normal for you, but not so much for me."

I turn to the server who has just approached the table and order the biggest glass of wine that they have and the Mushroom Ravioli. Edward orders a different pasta dish and a beer. Moments later they bring our drinks and I gulp some down. He sits back in his chair and watches me.

"For one thing Bella, this is far from normal, in fact this is entirely new to me."

"Would I get to see you again?" The question takes him by surprise and he seems to think it through.

"I don't know."

I look at him, he's so serious and he really does look a little bit lost. I shut my eyes and rub at them. I wait a moment before opening them again.

"Look, I'm really sorry Edward. I haven't been sleeping well and when I'm around you, I forget everything and rational thinking is impossible. I haven't felt like this before and I guess I'm confused."

I watch as his lost look disappears and he smirks at me. He actually looks smug.

"Why haven't you been sleeping well? Something on you're mind?" He wiggles his eyebrows at me and it makes me snort out a laugh and then immediately blush, bright red.

"I've been having some, dreams."

"Now, that's piqued my interest. Tell me."

I shake my head, embarrassment completely taking me over, I pick up my menu and hide behind it. He grabs it off me and puts it back into the holder on the table.

"Don't hide from me, I want to see you. How are you going to ask me for what you want, if you can't tell me this?" He questions.

It is a good point.

The server brings us our meals, once he leaves, I look up at Edward and sigh.

"Most of them are about the first time I met you and what happened that night. Some are a bit more, um. I'm naked and tied up and you are there." I say it in a rush, half hoping that he doesn't hear me properly.

"Tied up? That's not usually my style but, if it's something you want to try?"

If it's even possible, I get hotter and redder.

"No, it's just because I've been reading this book, that Alice left me."

He grins at me.

"Sounds like a good book."

My face feels like it's hot enough to cook my meal, I quickly distract myself by eating the pasta before it burns and don't reply. I can hear him laughing.

"How did you get to twenty one, still a virgin?" His question makes me look up and I wish I hadn't, those eyes fixate me and they smoulder slightly with intensity. Despite the alarm going off in my brain, I answer with honesty.

"I had a boyfriend when I was sixteen, he was a family friend and everyone expected us to get together. So I guess we did. We were together for two years and on my eighteenth, I decided I was ready. He told me that night that he was gay. I guess it threw me for a while. It doesn't help that my friends treat me like I'm a child."

His fingers rub at the stubble on his chin.

"Your parents must've been annoyed?"

"My Dad, Charlie, it's just me and him. He was, but he also loves Jake like a son."

"What happened to your Mom?"

"She left us before I was two."

He dips his head.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay, I don't know any different." I shrug my shoulders.

He looks at me for a beat before he starts to talk.

"My Mom died when I was six and my father never got over her. He went through women like shirts after that. I was mainly bought up by the house keeper." I watch him as he looks down briefly before his eyes meet mine again. "He blames me for everything, I see it in his eyes everytime he looks at me. That's why we don't get on."

Without thinking I reach across the table and hold onto his hand, he squeezes me back. I just want to comfort him, I don't say anything because I hate it when people pity me. I just try and put as much warmth into my touch as I play gently with his fingers.

He looks back up at me, his mask is off and I feel like I can see right through to his soul. I realise in that moment, that there's so much more to him. We stare into each other's eyes for a bit longer, before we continue with our food.

Conversation is kept light while we finish our pasta and we decide against dessert.

After we've finished, Edward pays, despite me arguing to split the bill.

I invite him for coffee when we get to mine and he follows me in. He immediately walks over to the little fish bowl, that I bought for my little fishy prize and he laughs. He picks up the food shaker and shakes some in, he bends to watch as the fish comes to the surface and eats the little flakes.

I make us some coffee and we sit on the couch to drink it.

We both start talking at the same time. He stops and gestures for me to go first.

"I want you to stay. I mean, will you stay here tonight?"

"Yes." He puts his mug down and turns to me, bringing one bended leg round onto the couch, to face me.

"What did you call your fish?" He asks.

"Cassy."

He raises his brow and I grin back.

"I did consider pussy hound but Cassy seems better, Cassy the little casanova." I giggle as he laughs.

"You might have to get him some little fishy girlfriends."

"Maybe he's more of a one fish girlfriend, kinda guy."

"It's possible." He mutters, but seems to get lost in thought for a moment, before he turns back to me and grins.

"I still say it was beginners luck." His eyes sparkle.

"As if, you're just jealous of my talents." I giggle back and nudge him on his shoulder with my hand.

He leans forward and slides his arm around my back, his other cups the side of my face. He looks into my eyes as he smiles playfully. Electricity hums all around us.

I need confidence for this, confidence that I don't have. I've made up my mind though and I want this. I want Edward, in whatever way he will give me.

I don't care about the consequences right now and however stupid it may make me. I've tried to forget about him, I've even tried to hate him. I still can't stop thinking about him.

I look back into his beautiful face, those intense emerald eyes capture mine and I lick my lips. His smell, his presence and the way he's holding me, it all attacks my senses and any doubt remaining, crumbles away.

"I want this, Edward." I whisper.

He watches me carefully. His face close to mine.

"You have to tell me what you want, Bella."

"I want you to take me." I try to clarify, although I'm sure he already knows what I mean.

He shakes his head slowly, his eyes dark. I watch his mouth as he accentuates each word.

"No, you have to tell me, exactly what you want. You have to say it, out loud."