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AN: Thank you to DurtyNelly, who pre-read the original OS, and her input to help make sure the information was as accurate as possible was invaluable. To Lexi: for all her beta work, without her magical red pen this would all be a mess. (I did do a little tinkering after she sent it back so any and all errors are mine and mine alone.) And to Joey: for pre-reading and letting me know that its not all crap…

Their time in San Francisco was fun; they spent some time visiting with Bree. They got to see the sights and everything they could within the city but, soon, it was time for them to head back home. Bella had a new house she needed to prepare. Both Edward and Hamilton were inundated with new clients as well.

Once home, they readjusted the contract on their Dom/Sub relationship, and they ironed out the new rules. Edward also asked Emmett to come by their home to help him set up the new playroom. He'd also visited to Dom at his store to stock up on the latest equipment and toys. Edward wanted a new home and some new toys, things that Isabella hadn't experienced before.

Life slowly started to settle for them, and they began a routine that worked.

***TCBS***

Bella lay in the bed remembering the scene from the previous night. Just the memories were, once again, making her need for release increase. As she slid her fingers down her body, she knew Edward would not be happy. He didn't want anything other than what he controlled touching her, and she knew this. She was aware of the consequences that Edward would bestow on her if he caught her with her fingers buried deeply inside of herself, but she couldn't help it.

So focused on her growing need, Bella failed to hear Edward when he came into the house. She didn't expect him either, since it was the middle of the morning, and he should have been at the office. It was no surprise that she was startled by his voice,

"Isabella, what may I ask are you doing with that pussy?"

Swallowing hard, she could tell her Dom was unhappy with what he'd walked in on—by the tone of his voice alone.

She said nothing.

"Answer me, Isabella. What do you think you are doing with that hand in what is mine?" he growled out. He wanted her to know how upset with her he really was. Before she could answer him, though, Edward pulled off the panties that she'd barely lowered below her hips. He motioned with his eyes for Isabella to stand, which she quickly complied with, not daring to anger him further.

"Mmmaster... I... um... I wasn't... it's not what it looked like." She tried to explain why she was caught pleasuring herself in the middle of the day. She paled further when she saw the look on his face, the quirked brow, letting her know that he wouldn't believe anything that she was trying to tell him.

He really wasn't interested in knowing what she was thinking. All he knew was that she had disobeyed one of his clearly written rules, which was not to touch herself…ever.

Her cunt belonged to him and him alone.

Edward chose what could be put into it—be it his fingers, tongue, toys, or cock, and none of that included her fingers.

An idea began to form itself in his mind, of what he was going to do with her panties. He walked behind her, not really bothering to acknowledge her failed attempt at explaining. He brought her hands behind her back, proceeding to tie them together tightly with the black lace he'd yanked off her body.

Standing there almost entirely naked, save for the black lace bra she was wearing, Bella felt completely exposed, and that added to her already growing arousal.

"Isabella, you are to be ready for me in the playroom by the time I return…in an hour. You are also going to remain bound for your disrespectful behavior. Do you understand me? Nod if you do," he commanded.

Bella nodded, feeling her need grow between her thighs; she must have subconsciously rubbed them together because the next words out of his mouth nearly crushed her.

"Oh, and Isabella, spread them." She felt him strap the pink leather chastity belt around her waist. "This should ensure that you don't try to pleasure yourself." The hard slap of his hand that smacked her ass before walking out rang through the air.

Groaning at the situation she found herself in, Bella went into the playroom to get into her submissive position. She chose to err on the side of caution and kneel next to the whipping bench. She felt almost positive that Edward was going to use at least the flogger or paddle on her for her misbehavior...She knew in her heart of hearts she shouldn't have done it, but her body moved before her mind could stop it.

Edward walked out of the house shaking his head. He'd looked forward to having a nice time in the playroom with Isabella tonight, but it seems those plans would not be feasible. He also wondered if that was something she did on a regular basis while he was at work. He may have never known about it, if not for the fact that he left his cell phone at home that morning. He was expecting an important call from a new client, and he needed to go to another business lunch that he was going to be late for.

Rushing to his Lincoln Navigator, he instructed Marco, the driver, to take him directly to the restaurant. During the ride, Edward thought of what he should use to punish Isabella with, not allowing her to come was top on his list, but that alone was not sufficient punishment for him.

Edward snickered with the sudden thought, "She wants to come. Well, let's see how she does on the Cumbot for two hours." Getting her on there to make her hold off her orgasm will definitely be a challenge.

The longer he thought about it, the happier he seemed to get. So much so, that by the time he arrived at the restaurant for the meeting, he forgot his earlier discontent.

***TBCS***

Bella didn't know how long she had been kneeling in her submissive pose before she finally heard the sounds of the playroom door opening. The knowledge of what was to come was actually exciting her once again. The center of the chastity belt, were it not leather, would've been completely soaked with her need. Making sure to keep her head in the bowed position, she tried to see if she could figure out what Edward was doing. She could hear the moving of furniture, which confused her since she was convinced that she would be flogged or paddled for her indiscretion. She could also hear the sound system turn-on as music begin to fill the room. He came in and stood in front of her. She could see that he was barefoot and wearing his light blue jeans.

"Isabella, raise your head. Keep your eyes down, and take my cock into your mouth. You will remain with your arms tied until I've finished fucking that pretty mouth of yours." Bella did as instructed and quickly felt her Master's sweet, long, and hard cock pushing itself forcefully into her mouth. She began to have some trouble with her gag reflex when he hit the back of her throat relentlessly. She forced her throat to relax, so she wouldn't gag when he came down her throat…believing it was just a matter of when, not if.

Edward's orgasm built quickly, but he was not ready to come, and he felt that Isabella did not deserve to have it. He pulled out of her mouth, obviously surprising her, which was given away by the shock written on her face. He noticed that she tried to hide her surprise, but she was not fast enough; he saw it.

"Stand," was his only command.

Turning her around, he untied her wrists, gently massaging her shoulder to prevent her from cramping. He'd tied her up like that almost an hour and a half prior, and he needed her to be comfortable for what he had planned. "On your hands and knees in front of the cross," he instructed in a no nonsense voice.

Bella rushed to get into position, very confused as to what Edward had in mind. So far, nothing had been as she expected or how Edward would normally punish her. Keeping her eyes down and lost in thought, she was startled when she felt something nudge her ass. Realizing a little too late that it was Edward's foot, she flinched, causing him to ask her if she needed a safe word.

"No, Master," she uttered, frightened he would stop.

Even though it was a punishment, she was still very excited as Edward made quick work of removing the chastity belt.

"Did my cock fucking your mouth excite you that much, Isabella? Because the belt is utterly soaked?"

She could hear the arrogance in his voice, the pleasure he was getting from the knowledge of what he could do to her. She then heard the whipping sound of the horsetail flogger before it made actual contact with her skin. The sting from the impact was quickly replaced by the desire that it caused to grow in her belly. She bit the inside of her lip to prevent the moan from escaping her mouth.

"I am going to place you into the Cumbot, and you are not allowed to come. Do you understand me, Isabella? You are to restrain until I give you permission. You may answer," Edward explained.

Her response was a very breathy, "Yes, sir."

He slid the frame underneath her, quickly restraining her wrists and ankles. Lubricant was unnecessary due to how wet she was, so pushing the dildo about halfway into her was easily accomplished. Starting with the slowest setting, he let the machine work Isabella for a while. After a few minutes of letting the machine push her to the brink of insanity, Edward aimed the riding crop to smack her in the center of her sweet round ass. He saw her struggle to remain quiet, and her hands jerked against the restraints keeping her attached to the machine. He continued to play with her for another ten minutes before he stopped the machine all together. Going around her waist, he pinched her clit between this index and middle fingers, satisfied when she lost her composure and whimpered.

"Now, Isabella, would you like to come?" He chuckled when he heard her whimpered moan once again. "Who does this pussy belong to?" he growled.

"You, Master," she answered in a needy voice.

Bella was doing anything she could think of to take her mind off of her need for release. Her Master was working her body hard, causing her to struggle to use her normal distractions. She silently prayed that he would let her come soon; knowing full well that Edward was not done with what he was doing to her. She understood the punishment, but his words confirmed it for her. She'd disobeyed him by playing with herself. She now understood that those actions made him feel like he didn't satisfy her enough, which was as far from the truth as possible. She needed to find a way to get him to see that.

She needed to think of a way for him to understand that because, of how good he makes her feel, she wants it more and more. Her dilemma now was… how she would accomplish explaining things to him without breaking any more rules.

Once Edward noticed that she was calm enough that she would not come, he placed her back on the Cumbot, increasing the speed one more setting. He worked her in a similar pattern for the two hours he originally planned. Her stifled whimpers and moans drove him crazy and he couldn't wait to be inside her.

He could see the exhaustion in her body by the way she sagged and faltered.

Giving her sometime to compose herself—so that she would be up for the last step of her punishment—he gave her a moment to use the facilities and to drink a bottle of water.

The moment he noticed that she was recovered enough, he instructed her over to the bench. Bending her over so that her ass was level with his cock, he proceeded to bind her arms and legs to the bench.

Bella was confused at what was going on. Why was Edward tying her up again? She could feel the soreness in her muscles and her pussy. She held in the whine when she felt his fingers stroking her sensitive flesh.

The time she spent on the Cumbot without being allowed to come made its point to her. Bella knew she would never again dare to touch herself; her master was very effective with his punishment. She'd learned a valuable lesson.

She was unable to hold in the flinch, when her Master pushed himself into her hard.

"Did I hurt you, Isabella?"

She could hear the concern for her well being in his voice. She also felt him still, waiting for her reply.

"No, Master, I was just not expecting that," was the half-truth she gave him.

Yes, she was sore and because of that, she needed to keep aware of what he was doing to her. But at the same time, he didn't hurt her. She loved the feeling of him filling her and causing her to stretch around his thickness. She was so worked up and desperately needing a release, but she doubted he was going to allow it.

He pushed and pulled himself from her sweet, tight, pussy over and over again at a hard, unrelenting pace. He loved how good she clenched around him; the warmth he felt was incredible. He wanted to feel her walls clamp down around his cock.

"Come for your master, Isabella," he commanded her in a strained voice.

No sooner was the command out of his mouth that he felt her walls tighten and constrict around him. He could tell it was a strong and powerful orgasm by the severity with which her body reacted. Very few times he'd felt her as tight as he had this time around.

Pulling out of the vice grip her body had him in; he prepared her back entrance for his pleasure. He dipped his fingers in the newly soaked entrance and massaged it long enough to feel it stretched enough for him to fit. He then began to push himself inside of her inch by inch slowly into her tight puckered hole. Once he was fully encased, he began to pound into her with long, hard strokes.

Just barely recovered from the previous release he'd granted her, she felt herself ready for another one. She loved the feel of his hard length filling her ass. The desire for release grew tighter and stronger the harder he pushed into her. Willing the desire to stay at bay, Bella bit the inside of her right cheek.

Their time in the playroom was very overwhelming, intense, and it did so little to help her control her need to let go. She could feel her legs quivering from the intensity that was building within her. She pleaded in her head for her master to give her another release, to let her come once again, and for him to come inside of her. She loved the feel of his cock pulsing while buried deep within her body.

"Come again for me, Isabella. I want to hear you this time." He ground out. The need for his own pleasure was evident in the tightness of his voice.

At his words, Bella allowed the pleasure that she was holding back to come out. She screamed "Master Edward" over and over as the waves of pleasure over took her body.

Just as she thought she was done reaching the peak of her orgasm, she felt her master's grunt and the pulse as he came and spilled into her body. She felt him pull out of her, suppressing the whimper at the loss of the connection. She then sensed him quickly untying her from her position and helped her up, waiting just long enough for her to be steady on her feet.

"Clean up the playroom and meet me in the bedroom once you are finished," he ordered her before walking out.

***TCBS***

Taking sometime to compose himself, Edward prepared everything to take a bath with Bella, once she was done cleaning the playroom. He wanted to discuss with her the reason for the harsh punishment as well as find out how long she has been disobeying him, and why. Edward took time to pour some lavender bath oil, hoping to help relax Bella's sure-to-be sore muscles.

Just as he was finished with the preparations for the bath, Bella walked into the bedroom. Leading her into the en-suite, he helped her into the tub, grinning at the sight of her bruised and welted ass, all formed due to his handiwork by spanking, flogging, and cropping. After helping Bella settle in the tub, he lowered himself behind her. Taking the soft puff, he began to wash her chest.

"Now, Bella, you know why I administered the punishment that way?" he asked her in his gentlest tone.

Sighing, Bella answered him, "Yes, Edward, I understood."

Taking advantage that they were in the part of the night were she could speak freely, she explained everything to him. How the thoughts of what he does to her makes her needy. How she didn't realize until it was too late what she was doing. She told him about what she realized while in the playroom. The free conversation and explanations between them lasted for about a half an hour.

When they were all done, Edward understood Bella's part of everything, but he reiterated his rules for her. He was pleased to see that she understood them clearly once more and promised that her lesson was learned. By the time they got up from the bath, both Edward and Bella understood the others' point of view on the situation.

Lying down quickly in the bed they shared, Edward made love softly to his wife, leaving the master and slave in the playroom where it would await them another day.

Whispered "I love you"s were shared by them both as they cuddled for the remainder of the night.

***TCBS***

AN: There is only the epi left after this. I want to take a moment to thank everyone who has supported me and my stories over the last 4 years that I have been in the fandom.

With special thank you's to those ladies who have stepped up to help this story along… Lexi, Joey, Jami, Cecile, Ginnie and DurtyNelly. Their help in making this story flow better and read easier has been invaluable. Thank you's are also extended to all of you who pimped, spoke about and took time to read this story. To all of you who've reviewed and made this story reach over 300 and soon over 400, I can't even begin to say how much I've treasured your words.

As some of you may know I am leaving the fandom in persuit of working on OF… if I get published great, if I don't that's fine too… I just feel its time to leave behind this world and dedicate it to doing for my family.

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