Disclaimer: Twilight and its characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. Any similarities to the original characters or themes from the books or media franchise are used here for entertainment purposes only. All original elements to this story are mine. Please don't claim it for your own. Stealing ain't cool, m'kay?

WARNING: This story will deal with Domward asking his sub to seduce five of her students. If you are uncomfortable reading about a Bella who would do this DO NOT READ. This subject matter isn't for everyone, so please heed the warning.

Chapter 2. Bella

"I'll think of something."

With those as his final words to me, Edward kissed me passionately, once again reminding me that I was still aching for a little release, and headed for the garage so he could head to work. Meanwhile, I ran back up to our bedroom and changed my underwear—which lead to changing my bra, since I was pretty anal about them matching. Then, just as I was pulling my dress pants back up, I realized that if Edward was going to be calling on me later, maybe pants weren't the best option, what, with buttons and such. A skirt might be better.

So, I folded my pants and draped them on our bed before searching for my knee-length pencil skirt and the white blouse that Edward liked because it showed off "just enough cleavage." One more glance at the clock as I pulled on my heels alerted me to the fact that if I didn't leave now, I was going to be late.

Rushing back down the stairs and into the kitchen, I grabbed my travel mug with my coffee inside and rushed out to my own car. I arrived on campus with a few minutes to spare, and as I passed by the office, I saw Edward leaning over the counter talking something over with Miss Cope. He looked up as I walked by, offering me a small smile and even a quick wink that no one else would have caught before returning his attention to the university's receptionist.

When I walked into my lecture hall, there were still a few students loitering around the door, and this always annoyed me, because I knew that when class started, they'd still be out there. "Two minutes," I warned without stopping.

The first few classes went by pretty fast; the time between them was a little more stressful—especially when Edward would walk past the door. He never came in, but I knew what he was trying to do; he was psyching me out. The worst part was it was working. My heart would speed up and my breath would hitch; and just when I expected him to enter the room, he'd keep walking.

It was my fourth class of the day, with only two more after it, and Edward still had yet to tell me this "cure" for my boredom. The longer he waited, the more anxious I became. I was leading the class in a discussion on Shakespeare's Hamlet and I was so wound up at that point that when I went to make a note on the white board, I dropped my marker on the floor. I was clumsy as a rule, but the fact that I fumbled with it several times while trying to retrieve it was terribly frustrating.

Thankfully, the class was almost over. With the marker held tightly in my hand, I stood in the centre of the room and scanned the crowd. "All right class, that's all for today. So, to clarify: your current assignment is to write a report on the procrastination of revenge in Shakespeare's Hamlet. It's due next Friday, and as always, I will not accept anything tardy. You're all dismissed."

The lecture room was suddenly filled with chattering from the students as well as book bags being slammed on desks so they could pack up their texts. My eyes fell upon one of my students, Michael Newton, who was waiting for his girlfriend as she gathered her things. It was then I remembered I wanted to talk with him about his latest test. I waited until they were at the foot of the stairs before I called to him.

"Mr. Newton, spare a moment?" There was no rise in my tone, because it really wasn't a question.

"Uh, yeah," he mumbled, his eyes looking at me with worry. He turned toward his girlfriend and kissed her lightly. "I'll catch up in a minute, babe." She nodded before glancing over at me and exited the room without a word.

"Close the door, please," I instructed as I stacked my lesson plans and books.

He did as I asked, and walked over to where I stood. I could sense the unease rolling off of him in waves, so I offered him a smile as I peeked up over the top of my glasses. "There's nothing to be afraid of, Mr. Newton," I assured him.

He didn't move except for the shallow breaths he took; he just stood there watching me.

"So, I just wanted to talk to you about your last test," I began. He didn't react at all, so I continued. "I've seen you do better, so I don't quite understand what happened between the beginning of the year and now."

I waited for him to say something, to assure me that he would try harder...something...anything. He didn't, though. The way he continued to gape at me was starting to annoy me—I'd caught him staring at me during class a few times, too. Finally I let out an exasperated breath.

"Mr. Newton, have you heard a word I've said?" I demanded.

He shook his head, moving his books from his hip to cover his...oh my God! I was stunned. Not wanting to stare, I lifted my eyes and tried to not let my embarrassment show on my face.

"I'm sorry," Mike said quickly. "What did you say?"

Finding my voice, I responded, hoping beyond hope that I could mask the fact that I'd just seen his—stop! Don't think of it again! "Your last test score was abysmal. I'm afraid if you don't bring up your marks I will be forced to give you a failing grade." I sat on the edge of my desk and crossed my arms. Once again, he made me wait for some kind of response, and as I waited I found my thoughts drifting back to this morning when Edward had let his Dominant nature out.

Pulling my bottom lip between my teeth, I tried to focus on the present issue.

"Well," Mike said in a hoarse voice, swallowing thickly. I suddenly realized that there was a very real possibility that I could have sent him a few crossed signals if the thoughts that ran through my head a moment ago conveyed in the way I looked at him. Shit!

"What can I do for extra credit?" I was just about to answer him when I noticed movement in the window of my lecture room's door. Edward's face was looking in, his stare intense and familiar.

I glanced at the clock above the door and frowned in frustration when I realized my next class would be starting in less than five minutes, which could only mean Edward was here to tease me again. When Edward didn't leave after I'd spotted him, I decided I should excuse Mike and see what he wanted.

Placing a hand on Mike's arm to draw his attention back to me and off of Edward, I spoke. "Come back at the end of the day, and we'll discuss it," I said with a gentle smile as I moved around him to open the door. "Dean Cullen. What a pleasant surprise. What brings you down here?"

Edward only glanced at me for a second, but in that one chaste look, I didn't see my lover. I saw my Master. As he entered the room, he smiled at Mike before looking back at me. "Miss Swan, I need to have a word with you. Alone."

The way his tone of voice vibrated through my body set me on fire, and I couldn't wait to be alone with him—even if we only had...three minutes?! Damn...

"Mr. Newton. You'd better hurry along before you're late for your next class," Edward said in a commanding tone. The way his voice affected me was instinctual, and I dropped my face only slightly so I wouldn't make eye contact.

"Right," Michael whispered as he made his way for the door.

It occurred to me that Michael may not remember to return tonight, given he was having trouble absorbing any of what I told him. "And don't forget, Mr. Newton," I spoke up before he could leave. "Come back at the end of the day and we'll discuss what you can do to increase your grades."

He seemed nervous as he nodded and waved to me, leaving the room quickly.

I closed the door and leaned against it, my hands still on the knob behind my back and my eyes on the floor ahead of me.

"Mind explaining to me what that was all about?" Edward asked gruffly.

I shook my head and took my chances. With it being Monday, I wasn't sure exactly what rules we were following. "His last test score was terrible. I felt it pertinent to try and help him bring it back up. I don't like it when my students fail. It reflects poorly on me."

"Hmm," he hummed contemplatively.

"So, what brings you here?" I asked again when I noticed there was only another two minutes until my next class was to begin.

"I told you this morning I would come to you with a solution," he whispered, his eyes darkening as he approached me. He pressed his heated body flush against mine and lowered his face to my neck. "Mmmm, you changed." His hands gripped my waist briefly before his right trailed down my body and he hooked his fingers behind my knee, hitching it roughly against his waist.

"Yeah. You left me in quite a state this morning. I figured it best." My voice was shaky and breathless as I let my head fall back against the door. "So, what was it you came up with?"

I could feel him smile against my neck before pulling away and looking me in the eyes. "I propose a little game," he said cryptically.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "What kind of game?"

"One that you might not agree with at first... Not until I tell you what's involved and what the winner receives, anyway." He continued to eye me carefully, waiting for an objection—but I needed something to object to, first.

He let go of my leg so I could put both feet on the floor and he took a step back. I immediately missed the physical contact, but knew we didn't have much time before students started filing in.

"By six p.m. Friday, each of us will have tried to seduce five students into sleeping with us." There was no indication that he was kidding, so I opened my mouth to tell him I wasn't interested, but he cut me off before I was able to utter a sound. "Should you succeed, I'll allow you to be my Domme for the entire weekend."

"What?" I asked incredulously. "No, I couldn't possibly—"

"Just hear me out, pet," he whispered, his hand reaching out and cupping my face. I nodded slowly, my eyes never leaving his as he spoke to me. "Five students. That's all."

"But, I couldn't possibly fuck other people, Edward." I whispered harshly. "I love you." My eyebrows knit together with confusion. "Do...do you want to share me? Is that a turn on?"

Edward smiled at me, offering me his assurance. His eyes were warm and loving for a split second before they turned hard and forceful. I shuddered as his Dominant side came out for a again. I started to drop my eyes, but he held my head firmly in place. "At the end of each day, you'll go back to the house where you'll go to your quarters and clean up before meeting me in my playroom."

"But it's Monday," I said, my voice low and raspy from the lust that was swallowing me whole.

He didn't acknowledge my statement, instead he smiled. "So, are we green, my pet?"

The idea of sleeping with five people in...a week's time was daunting. Could I possibly succeed? Did he want me to succeed? Since when did Edward want to be dominated? And why in the hell did the idea of shackling him up and being in complete control of him for the entire weekend cause my body tingle and ache with arousal?

"Pet?"

I nodded once before speaking. "Yeah. We're green. But, I have a few questions." Edward chuckled and removed his hand from my face to cross his arms across his chest and listen. "First, do I get to pick my students?"

Edward shook his head. "No. I'll choose them as I see fit. Mr. Newton will be your first. He seems to be quite taken with you."

"So," I started. "Do I get to pick yours?"

Edward only shook his head again. "I'm the one calling the shots here, Isabella."

"Right. Okay then. I guess my next question has to do with...um... Well, I guess what I'm trying to ask is..." I knew what I wanted to ask, but after what happened in the playroom the last time, I was afraid to bring it up because I was afraid I'd be denied further. "Orgasms."

The right side of Edward's mouth curled up into a sinister smile. "Yes, Isabella. I'd be remiss if I didn't allow you the pleasure."

"But they belong to you."

"As long as you remember that, everything will be all right," he said.

"So," I began, furrowing my brow as I tried to understand everything I had been told.

"I am to sleep with five of my students—?"

Edward nodded once. "Try. Seduce five, and if they take the bait off the hook they count toward your final tally."

"Right. And if I win… I get to dominate you?"

He nodded again. "Correct. Now, here's where I lay down another, very important, rule. You need to dominate them. Do not let them gain the upper-hand. If you expect to be my Domme this weekend, you'll use them as your practice subs this week." Edward looked up at the clock before turning back to me and smiling. My Dom was gone. "I'll see you in my playroom at seven sharp. Don't be late."

Edward left the room, and a flood of student bodies poured in after him. I found myself frozen with shock and questions as I tried to figure out exactly how I was going to accomplish such a feat...and better yet, how would Edward?

The thought of using our safe word to stop this game seemed logical...but there was something in Edward's eyes that assured me that this would be okay—that we would be okay. And I had to admit, deep down I was kind of turned on by the idea—not the fucking students part, but meeting Edward in the playroom afterward...midweek? Hell yes, I was excited.

Unable to really focus, I feigned a headache and had the class read and work on their assignments for most of my final two classes. Once the last of my students had left, I found myself getting nervous. Edward had named Mike Newton as my first target; and he was due in my classroom any minute.

The more I sat and thought about it, the more nervous I became. Five students. It seemed like an awfully big number to go through in just as many days. Feeling the need to occupy my mind to keep from going insane, I decided to clean my whiteboard.

It wasn't until I heard a loud exhalation that I realized I wasn't alone. With a nervous smile, I turned toward the sound to find Michael standing in the doorway watching me. "Mr. Newton, you made it. Good," I said softly, hoping I was able to hide my nerves as much as possible. He seemed to be buying it. "Please, come in and close the door."