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"He who controls the present, controls the past. He who controls the past, controls the future."

~Book One, Chapter III, 1984, George Orwell, 1903-1950

Chapter Ten: C is for Control

Edward loved to be in control of everything. His job, his everyday life, his sex life; if there was a way that he could take the reins of the situation he was going to take it. There were no ifs, ands, or buts about it. He loved to be in control of everything. It was imbedded in his nature from a young age.

When Edward was five, he was made the leader of his playgroup by the other kids in his circle of friends. It's not like he appointed himself as the leader, but his friends, well the acquaintances of his formative years, elected him as their ring leader so to speak.

When he was in kindergarten, his teacher had broken up the class into three evenly paired off groups. Each group had three boy and three girls.

Edward had been heartbroken when Bella hadn't been chosen for his group, and then he watched as the group she had been put into practically set her aside every day. That was his best friend he watched sit in the corner alone, curled up on the reading rug with a copy of Clifford on her small lap. Even then, he knew that it would be his job to keep her happy.

He took control of the situation.

After his group named him the leader, he told Bella to sit with them. Even at five years old, Bella was as stubborn as a mule. She protested profusely about how they would get in trouble for breaking the rules and how her group would get mad at her for getting them in trouble.

He had told her not to worry about it.

When Bella joined their group during playtime, the teacher had immediately brought it up. She walked across the classroom, toward the table they were stationed at and asked Bella why she was sharing a chair with Edward, when her group was on the other side of the room. But before Bella could answer, Edward answered for her. At five, he was already a charmer.

"Well, Mrs. Cope, her group keeps ignoring her. That's not how a group is supposed to work. So, we invited her to join our group. Is that okay?" he asked, timidly and as sweetly as he could, which worked like magic. He was a beautiful little boy, with the glorious bronze mop of hair, rosy cheeks, and big green, mesmerizing eyes.

"You're quite right, Edward," she said, a hint of pride in her voice. Mrs. Cope had watched as Bella's group ostracized her. She had also watched as Edward and his group watched her, especially Edward. He had kept an eye on Bella throughout the week her group had set her aside. Mrs. Cope had seen the somber look on his face as Bella wiped her tiny face of her tears. She had known that it would only be a matter of time before he invited her to join his group.

That was the first time Edward had taken the reigns of the situation, but it wasn't the last.

That day had given him a taste of the power of control. From then on it, Edward had always tried to take a role of power. In elementary school, it was the leader of his class groups. In middle school, it had been eighth grade president, and in high school, it was almost everything: baseball team captain, student body president, National Honor Society President, hell, he was even the president of the Science and Technology club and he hardly attended the meetings.

One could even say he controlled the friendship he had with Bella, but not in a bad way…maybe. He had been the one to calm Bella down at the supermarket the day they met. He was the one who persuaded Bella into his group, he had been the one to get Bella to come to Eric Yorkie's eleventh birthday party, and yes, it had been his idea to lose their virginity to each other, and even now, it had been his idea to start this crazy alphabet game, and it was slowly torturing him.

He was growing accustomed to getting his rocks off on the weekend. He was afraid that when it was all said and done that he wouldn't be able to live without that assurance of sex, as barbaric and deviant as it sounded. He was a man, dammit, and he liked to get laid, as frequently as possible.

His first mistake about the whole game had been to initiate it, but the second biggest mistake was having Bella walk around naked all week.

It was pure, unadulterated, cruel and unusual torture.

Bella's body was incredible, and it always had been. Even when she was going through the awkward stages of puberty, she still had amazing body. She always had legs that went on forever, and then her breasts grew in. The summer before their freshman year, he suggested they hang out by his pool. They were there almost every day.

He was a hormonal teenager; sue him for wanting to see boobs every chance he could get.

But now, Bella was a stunning woman, with curves, breasts that fit perfectly in his hands, and a plump ass, which he had no idea when it had arrived. He had been stunned by that fact after the first night. He couldn't believe he had never noticed it.

=x=

Monday had been awful, and not just because of work, though work had almost sucked him dry of any enthusiasm about going home to a naked Bella, but walking in through the doors Monday night, only managed to solidify his shitty mood, because there was Bella, only wearing an apron as she cooked.

Torture. Pure fucking torture.

There was her ass on display, the little bow of the tied apron sitting right above it as if it were a present for him to untie.

"I think an apron constitutes as clothing, Bella," he teased as he entered the kitchen, quickly swiping a piece of chicken that was already cooked.

"Don't touch the food, Edward. You haven't even washed your hands," she scolded him; smacking his hand with the wooden spoon she had in her hand.

"Sorry, Mom," he whined, stealing another piece of chicken, when Bella turned her focus back onto the rice on the stove.

"How was your day?" she asked, seemingly comfortable with the whole being naked thing, but Edward had reason to believe it was because she had the apron on.

"Horrendous. Yours?"

"Better than yours, I guess," she chuckled, as she reached for some glasses in the cabinets. Edward watched as the muscles in her legs stretched. He had to suppress the growl slowly making its way out of his mouth.

"What's with the apron?" he asked, cringing at the unnerving itch to reach out remove it.

"I didn't want to singe a nipple off," she remarked, shrugging her shoulders as she turned the stove off. Edward nodded with the reasoning.

"Aw, you did that for me, right?"

"For you? How was that for you? I didn't want to get burned if the oil popped," she argued, grabbing a ladle and dumping a scoop of rice and some chicken on a plate for Edward and one for herself. She walked toward the table and placed the plates down. Edward grabbed the cups and utensils.

"No, you know I don't like my breasts burnt. That's why you did it," he snorted as he took a bite of his food.

"I can't believe you're twenty-five, Edward. Really? Honestly? That was the most immature thing you've ever said."

"Yeah, well, your mom!"

"I take that back."

Tuesday and Wednesday went just about the same as Monday, but Thursday, fucking Thursday just about killed Edward.

He walked into the apartment after a long day of work to find Bella doing her yoga in the living room.

There was one thing to watch Bella do that intense spread leg stretch thing when she was wearing sweats, but watching her doing when she was naked was almost like live porn. With the way she was bent forward, she was on display for him, wide open, and fuck if she wasn't wet.

He had to forgo pleasantries that night because he would have taken her right there in the middle of the living room. And that would be against the rules.

The rules were clear. Saturdays would be the day that they would do the deed, not Thursday, but damn if the whole naked-Bella thing wasn't kicking him in the ass, hard. Everyday all he wanted to do was attack her. In the mornings, he wanted to bend her over the kitchen counter, take her on the floor, and against the fridge. At night, he wanted to take her on the couch, on the dining room table, against the right wall, the far wall, all of the walls.

It was torture, and he had done it to himself; he was an idiot.

He had never been happier for a Friday to come around in his life. He was tired of having to run into his room like a prepubescent teenage boy to rub one out.

And Saturday, Saturday was almost like Christmas for him. He thought his dick was going to fall off. He had never been so out of control of his hormones like this. It was so bizarre and so unwelcomed.

He woke up earlier than Bella on Saturday, which was common, but lately had become a rarity. He made breakfast and nearly choked on a piece of toast when Bella strolled out of the bathroom. She smelled divine. And it was like a fucking Pavlovian response; his mouth watered and his dick twitched.

"Morning," he grunted, his voice harsh. He hadn't meant to sound that way, but he had to restrain himself. What he really wanted to say was "I can't wait to be inside you", but that was a bit crass for nine in the morning, even for him.

"Morning," she answered, nearly chugging down a cup of scalding coffee.

"I'm guessing you didn't get much sleep last night," he brought up as he placed a plate in front of Bella.

"No, actually I slept great. I didn't have that dream last night, though the same person was in this one."

"Really? So what's with the coffee binge?"

"I feel like I might need it today," she whispered, blushing. Edward smiled. He loved when she blushed. He always had. There was something so sweet and innocent about it that it almost fell foreign for someone like Bella to have reason to blush, especially after everything that has gone down between them in the last couple of weeks.

"Smart decision," he replied. What he had wanted to say was something witty along the line of perverted, but he opted to rein his emotions. He had to stay in control for tonight to work out the way he had been planning it in his head since Sunday night.

"So what are we doing?" she asked, unfazed by the severity of the question. "You didn't tell me the letter yesterday, so…"

"I got the letter C," he answered, his voice stiff.

"C? And what does C mean?"

"Complete Cullen Control!" he answered, shoving himself away from the table, startling Bella. It was ten in the morning, and he was going to start now because he couldn't take it anymore.

"Get up, Bella," he demanded, pulling his shirt off. His cock was now straining against his sweats. Bella's eyes widened, questioning his actions.

"Yes, we're doing this now. You have no idea, how hard it's been for me all week," he growled as he stalked towards her as she backed herself against the wall. "Watching you parade around here naked, like some sort of Greek statue. It was fucking agony."

"Edward," her voice trembled as she called his name. He was right in front of her, and he could feel her temperature rising. He could almost feel the blood flowing erratically as her heart pumped furiously.

"Ugh, Bella," he groaned, as his mouth attacked her neck, nipping at it hard. He didn't give a shit if she yelled at him tomorrow about the marks, right now he was going to do whatever he damn well pleased, and by the moans and Bella's fingers carding through his hair, he believed that she didn't care either.

"Bella," he murmured against her collarbone. His hands gripped her hips violently as he thrust his against hers. He was so damn hard, all week, and finally, he was finally getting what he needed.

"Ugh," was all Bella could manage to muster out between the moans and gasps she kept emitting. Edward was reveling in the sounds. They were like music, an orchestral score in his ears, like Mozart's greatest sonata.

"Damn! Fuck, Bella. You know I hate not being in control," he proclaimed against her chest as his tongue circled her nipple before taking it into his mouth, both of them moaning in tandem. His rough hands brutally traveled up and down her torso as he moved his kisses down her stomach to just above her sex. He could smell her arousal and it was intoxicating.

He sat on his knees, his face just a mere inch from her, and he stared up at her as she gazed down at him.

"Please," she begged as his finger parted her lips. He moaned involuntarily when she did. Fuck, he thought, she is so fucking wet.

He blew cool air against the wetness he spread, causing Bella to shiver.

"God Bella, I love your pussy," he growled against her, swiping a lick of her. "I love how you smell, and how you taste," he moaned as he took another long lick of her, before standing up, much to her dismay.

"But you know what, today is about me, and what I love more than how you taste," he whispered into her ear, nipping at it. It really was a fetish of his. "I love the way you move when I'm inside of you."

Bella gasped at his admission, her eyes fluttering close as two of Edward's fingers spread her wetness before sliding in easily. He pumped his fingers in the same fashion as when he had her on the table. He watched as Bella's eyes rolled into the back of her head and her mouth hung open. Her breathing was staggered and her hands tried to find refuge wherever she could find it. They were in his hair, on his biceps, on his back, before settling on his thighs.

Edward could feel her about to come and he pulled his fingers away from her.

"Fuck that," he growled against her ear. "You don't get to come before me today. Get on your knees, Bella," he commanded of her, his voice strong as his hand pushed on her shoulder, until her knees met the cold, tiled floor. He yanked his sweats and boxer briefs down in one swift movement; Bella watched the fabric fall to the floor, attentively. Edward watched as Bella eyed his dick, hard and stiff in front of her, her eyes wide and eager.

Bella took a firm hold of him and Edward's head fell back on his shoulders; her hands were so warm, so soft. He groaned as she blew hot hair against the swollen head, licking at the drop of pre-cum that formed.

"Your mouth, Bella. I need your mouth," he instructed, running his hands through her wet hair, trying to get her lips around him.

"Fuck," he grunted as her lips wrapped around the head of his dick. She sucked hard, licking at the slit as she pulled away, and then took him in. She bobbed her head, setting a slow and steady rhythm of sucking and licking. Edward moaned appreciatively at the warm suction of her mouth as she set the pace. He realized soon enough that he was losing his control, so he grabbed the back of her head and began to thrust into Bella's throat, loving the little gagging sounds she made when he pushed in to far.

Today was about him, he reminded her as both his hands held her head firmly and found a rhythm he liked. He could feel the tightening starting to arise as Bella's mouth tightened around him as she swallowed him down.

"Fuck, Bells. You have no idea how long I've been waiting to get your fucking mouth on me. Ugh, you didn't let me touch you last time. Fuck, fuck, just like that," he mumbled, tightening the grip on her hair and pushing his hips against her mouth harder. Bella moaned around him, the vibrations feeling amazing. One of her hands snaked down to his sack and Bella began to palm him and stroke him as she continued to suck and swallow around his cock.

"Bella, Bella. Shit," he chanted, feeling the tightening in his balls as his pending orgasm grew nearer. Bella could feel it, and Edward exploded down her throat as she raked her teeth along the protruding vein on the underside.

"Shit! Fuck! Damn, Bella," he yelled as he rode out his orgasm, gyrating his hips as he emptied himself down Bella's throat. She released him with a pop and Edward slumped against the wall as Bella stood up. She grinned at him before coming close to him. She placed her throat beside his ear and gulped. Edward let out an exacerbated gasp as he heard her swallow his cum. He growled and picked Bella up, throwing her easily over his shoulder.

"Edward!" she exclaimed, still breathless, as he carried her all the way to the couch, bending her over the arm of it. It left her open just right near him.

"Edward," she called his name again, as the sudden rush of cool air brushed against her wetness.

"Bella, as much as I loved that little stunt back there, I think you need to pay for undermining my position. I'm in control of what goes on today," he informed her, just as his hand made contact with her ass. She cried out as he smacked her cheeks once, twice, three times, and then rubbing at the muscle as it turned red.

"I love seeing you like this, spread for me, wet for me, yearning for my cock," he growled into her ear, bending over her to do so. It allowed her to feel him hard against her again. Edward had a short recovery time; he was still young. When he was a teenager, he could be ready and raring to go in a minute. A cool breeze against his dick would get him hard.

"I can't wait to be inside of you Bella. You make the most beautiful sounds," he continued to whisper into her ear, nipping at the lobe. Bella moaned, and Edward reciprocated.

"I love how you move when I'm inside you Bella, I really do."

"Then what the fuck are you waiting for?" Bella barked out, impatiently as Edward kissed along her shoulder. He chuckled lightly against it.

"Is that what you want? You want me to take you, right here, on the couch your father bought for us. That's kinky, Isabella. I don't think Chief Swan would approve of our adulterous acts," he teased her as his cock teased her entrance.

"Edward, please," she begged, turning her head to stare at him.

"I love the command I have over you," he grunted as he thrust into her, completely immersing himself in her warmth, not taking it slow. He was in control right now, and he wanted something dirty, something raw, something positively filthy.

"Edward, condom!" Bella screeched, pulling away from him, but Edward brought her back down onto him.

"I'm clean, you're clean. We haven't been with anyone else for awhile, and I know you've been on the pill since you were sixteen. I watch you take it religiously every morning before you leave for work. I want to feel you," he groaned, gripping her hips hard, shoving his dick deeper into her as she moaned.

Bella cried out in ecstasy as Edward set a rhythm of hard and quick thrusts, and slow and steady ones. She could feel everything and she loved it. Her walls clenched around him like a glove, making Edward moan. She was so hot, so silky smooth.

He fucking loved fucking her, and he let her know.

"I love fucking you, Bella, let me know that you love it," he ordered, grabbing her hair and pulling her up by it. Her back was arched above the couch and away from him as he kept pushing into her, forcefully.

"I…I…love it," she breathed out.

"Tell me you love it when I fuck you, Bella," he demanded, yanking her hair and slamming into her harder than before.

"Oh god," she gasped. "I...I lo...love it…when ...you, oh fuck, when you fuck, oh Jesus, fuck me."

Edward chuckled as he released Bella's hair, but she remained arched, standing up against Edward. His hand found her clit, rubbing it hard in tandem with his thrusts.

Edward came first, just like he said he would, and rode out his orgasm, rocking into Bella's body. He brought Bella for the high as he pinched her clit between his fingers. She cried out and tightened around him, milking him for what he was worth.

Edward fell against Bella as she fell forward over the arm of the couch.

"Edward, get off of me," Bella whined under his heavy weight.

"Give me a second," he murmured into her shoulder as he pulled out of Bella, watching himself drip down her inner thighs. It was hands down the sexiest thing he had ever seen. It may have also been the filthiest.

When he pulled away, Bella sat down on the couch, catching her breath and Edward sat beside her.

"It's eleven," he remarked.

"Yeah, your point," Bella argued, her breathing starting to slowly get back down to normal.

"It means thirteen more hours of this," he said, grabbing her and placing Bella on his lap.

"Are you kidding me?" she asked, startled.

"No!"

At ten, Edward took Bella against the couch, at eleven he took her on the couch. At noon they ate, at then one they napped, at three he took her against the refrigerator, at five they had dinner, at six they napped again, and at eight Edward took Bella on the kitchen table.

By eleven, they were both sound asleep on Edward's bed, exhausted by their escapades, but Edward had taken the lead, making sure Bella fell asleep before him.