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 3. Isabella
The entire drive home I felt sick to my stomach. How would Edward ever look at me the same way after what I had done? Who I had done. Fuck. I wouldn't even be able to look at myself in the mirror again without wanting to throw up. I had betrayed him…betrayed us. For the first time ever, I was more than thankful for my truck's sluggishness. It gave me time to wallow in my self-loathing and try to figure out a way to apologize for what I'd done.
Yes, he said this was what he wanted—that I was to seduce my students—but the entire time I couldn't stop thinking about Edward breaking off our engagement.
"I'm so stupid!" I shouted at myself as tears started to flow down my cheeks. With one hand still on the wheel, I wiped them away once my house came into view. Edward's car was nowhere to be seen, which could only mean he wasn't home yet, or he had parked in the garage. Either way, I wouldn't be seeing him for about forty-five minutes.
I pulled into the driveway, shut the truck off and climbed out, being sure to take my briefcase with me because I had papers to grade before bed. Our house loomed before me as I stood at the foot of the porch steps, trying to find the strength to face him; my fiancé, my lover, my Dom. Sure, while he came up with the idea, maybe once he heard exactly what I'd done it would enrage him. Would I be subjected to the worst punishment I'd ever experienced? Would he forget the scene altogether and just leave? Would I be able to survive without him?
The answer to the last one was, no. I wouldn't. I needed Edward as much as I needed air. He was my life. If he left, I would lose the other half of my soul.
Inhaling a deep, shaky breath, I began my ascent toward…well, I couldn't be sure. All I knew was I was terrified. I slid my key into the lock and released the mechanism before stepping into the dimly lit hallway. Seeing the lamp at the end of the hall on told me he was indeed home. Waiting.
My heart thundered in my chest as I removed my shoes and hung my jacket before putting my briefcase away. If it weren't against what Edward wanted, I'd have run all throughout the house in search of him. I'd have thrown myself at his feet, a sobbing mess, and begged for his forgiveness. My apprehension only continued to escalate as I contemplated what would happen downstairs. I made my way for the kitchen to grab a drink to soothe the dry mouth I seemed to have acquired and was shocked—and happy—to find a glass of wine waiting on the counter for me, a piece of folded paper standing next to it.
On the front of the paper was an elegant handwriting I'd recognize anywhere.
Dearest Bella~
I lifted the glass and took a small sip before I raised the note and opened it.
I know today couldn't have been easy for you, but believe me when I tell you everything will be fine. We will be fine. I love you and nothing could ever change that.
Relax. Enjoy your wine.
I'll see you soon.
Love Always~,
Edward
I wanted his words to comfort me—and they did to a degree—but he wasn't aware of what exactly happened after Mike had come to my room. I was one day in and already I had fucked up. I was told to fuck Mike, and instead I had a three-way with Mike and his girlfriend. I couldn't not tell Edward this. First, I was a terrible liar. And, second, if he asked as my Dom, it was expected I be honest or face the consequences.
With the wine glass completely empty, I could feel it slowly begin to warm me. My arms and legs tingled with a familiar buzz that I knew would give me a semblance of strength in order to get through this. At least, that's what I hoped for. I had never dreaded going to the den, but today…I feared it more than anything else.
Well, almost anything. I fear Edward leaving me more…
I headed toward the basement door and opened it, as Edward's instructions were to go to my quarters—not "ours"—to clean myself up before heading to the den. Normally, when I got ready on Fridays, I was allowed to go to our bathroom and shower before donning my black satin robe and heading for the playroom. Not now, though.
Maybe I was reading too much into it, but me having to clean up in a shower that wasn't shared by the two of us seemed unsettling to me. Was it because I had fucked another man (and his girlfriend), therefore I was deemed too dirty to shower in our bathroom? Or was it because he wanted to keep what we were doing as separate from our usual routine as possible? Not knowing one way or the other was maddening.
I descended the stairs one at a time, each step causing my heart to pound louder in my ears than before until it was all I heard. There were three doors down the hall once I reached the bottom; one at the end with a large clock above it, its second hand ticking down the seconds until I was to enter the room, and one on either side—one Edward's and one mine. I stood between the two side doors and looked at the one to my right, reaching out my hand and laying it flat to the wood as I held back more tears. There was a soft melody playing from behind it, and I could just imagine Edward lying on his bed, calm and cool, as he mentally prepared for tonight's scene. Truthfully, I don't know how he prepared for our scenes; he could have been pacing frantically, running his hands through his thick, unruly hair for all I knew.
I took one more second outside his door before turning for mine to prepare myself for the night. My room was nothing special—it was as basic as possible as I was his submissive. I had a small single bed with plain white linens that were pulled tight across the mattress, leaving no lines or creases in the fabric. There was a long, basic oak dresser that housed a few articles of clothing and a full length mirror that stood in the corner. Next to my dresser was a door that led to my very small, private bathroom. I stripped my clothes, being sure to fold them neatly and place them on top of my dresser before heading into my bathroom to shower.
There was a clock that was synchronized to the one above the den sitting on the counter next to my sink and it alerted me that I had thirty minutes before I had to meet Edward for our scene. I quickly hopped into the shower, turning the water on as hot as I could handle it before wetting my hair. I washed my hair with my shampoo, put in my usual conditioner—Edward made sure I had the same products as I was used to; he said he liked the smell of them—and then reached for my loofah. I scoured my skin vigorously in an attempt to rid myself of any traces of them that might have been left on me.
As I ran the abrasive brush over my body, I could still feel the way Mike's hands gripped me roughly. The way his tongue licked my skin… Tears fell, mixing with the hot water that poured over me, and I felt my stomach roll as the nausea threatened, but I held it back and rinsed my body before shutting the water off. Thoughts of safe-wording to end this game ran through my mind as I dried off with the over-sized blue towel that was on my towel bar and stepped out of the small corner shower stall. I wasn't sure if I could do this again—let alone four other times.
Yeah, if Edward can forgive me for what I've done, I'll likely safe-word tonight.
Before I applied my usual cherry blossom scented lotion, I wrapped my hair in my towel to keep it off my body. The smell of my lotion filled the room as I rubbed it into my skin, and once I was moisturized, I released my hair from the towel and began to blow dry it. The time on my clock ticked by, and it seemed like time was moving entirely too quickly. Usually when I got ready to meet Edward in the playroom, time moved slowly. Not today.
At some point since coming home, Edward had grabbed my black satin robe and hung it in my bathroom for me. I assumed by keeping up with some of our more regular traditions it would help remind me that this was what he wanted. I wrapped the soft fabric around me, tying it around my waist, and exited my bathroom. I had five minutes left, and while I was excited to see Edward, I was also nervous about what was going to happen.
Upon opening my door, I saw his across the hall and I stifled a whimper. It was when I looked down to the floor that I saw his shadow in the crack beneath the door. Waiting. My heartbeat quickened and both excited and nervous butterflies fluttered in my stomach as I made my way toward the den.
The room was dark, save for the lone candle that burned on the table, as I slipped through the door with three minutes to spare. I opened my short robe and slid it down my arms, catching it in my hands before it hit the floor. After hanging it on its hook near the door, I headed to where I was to wait and kneeled upon the pillow, as I so often had, casting my eyes to the floor, and just waited.
The door behind me opened and I sucked in a deep breath, tears stinging my eyes as any excitement I had about being back in this room vanished until only my gut-wrenching fear remained. My chest and back started to feel tight as my body prepared to sob.
Red red red ran over and over in my mind as I tried to find the courage to say it out loud, and I had just opened my mouth to when Edward kneeled before me. He must have sensed something was off, because he never came down to my level in this room. It was this gesture that caused my tears to fall in streams down my cheeks.
"Why are you crying?" he asked softly, cradling my face in his hands. Gently, he coaxed my face to his until our eyes connected, and while I wasn't looking into the eyes of Edward, my lover, I wasn't exactly looking into those of my Dom, either. He was somewhere in the middle right then, and I was thankful. "Tell me what's wrong."
"I feel as though I betrayed you," I replied, my voice barely above a hoarse whisper as I forced the words out.
Something in his eyes flashed as he absorbed my confession. It wasn't anger. It wasn't hurt. It looked like excitement. "So," he began, his tone gravelly. "You succeeded in today's task?" Now he was my Dom. I nodded, not knowing if I was allowed to speak now that any and all signs of my equal seemed to disappear.
Edward stood fluidly, and I dropped my eyes. "I need you to tell me everything, Isabella. Don't leave anything out. You will have full permission to speak throughout tonight's scene." Wiping the tears from my cheeks and sniffling, I nodded my understanding. "This week will be different than our usual routine, pet. When the scene is done, we will not retire to our separate quarters. They're for weekends." My head snapped up to his and he offered me a small smile before continuing. "We will retire for the evening in our shared room. Upstairs. Understood?"
"Yes, Master," I told him, feeling slightly better about tonight knowing that we would be going to bed together as Edward and Bella, not as Dominant and submissive. Some weight from my guilt was lifted from my shoulder in that moment and I felt as though I could breathe again.
"So, you were able to seduce Mr. Newton, then?"
"Yes," I replied.
"And you maintained control?" he inquired, leaning back against the table that housed the tall pillared candle.
"I did." I dropped my eyes from his then and bit my lip as I tried to figure out how to tell him it wasn't just Michael that I had wound up seducing tonight.
"Isabella?" I returned my gaze to his and he arched an eyebrow at me quizzically. "What is it you're not telling me?" The man could read me like a book, there was no use trying to keep it from him.
"I—it wasn't just him that I was successful in seducing," I managed to choke out, and I watched as his eyes hardened. I feared the chastisement that was likely coming my way for such insubordination.
"I don't recall giving you your second mark. You had better start explaining yourself, Isabella."
I nodded quickly. "Yes, Sir." I took a breath and found a small amount of courage that was buried deep within me. "You see, Michael stopped by after his last class as I had asked, and things were going really well. I had put the offer out there, just like you said I should, and he took the bait. But then…" I let my words trail off and this didn't make Edward very happy.
"But then, what?"
"His girlfriend walked in and saw us."
Edward's eyes widened; any sign of his anger at my disobedience completely gone as he likely realized exactly what I was telling him. "Miss Stanley?" I nodded. "Stand up."
My lip trembled as I figured I had read him wrong and he was going to ask me to go to the whipping bench, but I stood because I didn't want to make what was about to happen any worse. Why the fuck did I agree to this. I should safe-word…
"Show me."
This time my eyes widened. "Wh—what?"
"You are going to show me exactly what happened. I want to know what you said to him…to her. Tell me how they touched you—make me touch you they way they did." Was he serious? He wanted me to relive that freakshow?
"You can't be serious." I slapped my hand over my mouth and dropped my gaze when his eyes hardened, realizing that, while I had the right to speak, I didn't have the right to disrespect or disobey him while in his den. "I'm sorry, Master."
"Show me," he commanded again.
With a nod, I took a deep breath and approached him. "It all started when he came back to the class to see if there were any extra credit assignments he could do to raise his grades," I began nervously, and Edward nodded, knowing what my plan to bait Michael was. As I watched the fire in Edward's eyes spark to life, I found the confidence I needed to follow through with what he was asking of me. "I was no different with him than I am when I teach. I was confident and strong. He tried to tell me that he didn't expect it to be so hard—my class not…" I cast my eyes down and smirked when I saw the evidence of Edward's own physical reaction to my story. "Well, you get the idea…
"That's when he grabbed my breast," I said before reaching for Edward's left hand, about to follow through with his "show me" orders. "Like this." I placed his hand upon my bare breast and watched as his eyelids became heavier, basking in the sound of his groan as it echoed in the room. His right hand moved to his groin, and I watched as he adjusted himself. I regretted my next move as soon as I did it, but only for a moment; I slapped his hand away from his erection and glared at him. "No. He didn't do that."
"Fuck me," Edward moaned, his eyes rolling back, and I finally felt myself become aroused by the scene. Seeing how much Edward was enjoying my recount of today's events was such a relief, and I felt silly for thinking this would destroy us earlier. I wanted him so badly in that moment, but I knew I had to carry on and tell him about the rest of my conquest.
"Not. Yet." He groaned again. "Mr. Newton apologized, of course, realizing that he was out of line, and he pulled his hand away from me." I looked down at Edward's hand still on my tit, groping and squeezing it softly, sending wave after wave of arousal shooting through my veins. "I said, he removed his hand from me." Edward snapped his hand back, and I smiled. "Good boy.
"I told him that there was a way he could raise his grades." I laughed lightly as I remembered him trying to conceal his erection behind his books. "The poor boy had his books in front of him, hoping I wouldn't know what was going on down there. So, I slowly wrapped my hand around his wrist and moved it aside." I dropped my eyes back to Edward's own erection as it caused the fabric of his black pants to strain against it. "Mmmm," I hummed, mimicking my earlier sounds with Michael, even grazing my knuckles lightly across it as I had then, too, and imagined just how gratifying it would be when he was thrusting into me so very, very soon. I could feel the effects of my excitement begin to trickle down my inner thigh as I visualized everything Edward would do to me, and I couldn't wait.
"I asked if I was making him uncomfortable. And do you know what his answer was?"
"It better have been him ripping your clothes off and fucking you, because I need to be doing just that. Now," Edward growled, reaching out for me.
Shaking my head, I stepped away from him. "Wrong." Really liking the power I seemed to have over Edward in that moment, I narrowed my eyes. "Do you want me to continue with the story? If you're not going to be patient, we'll never get to the climax."
"Then hurry up and get there, Isabella," he snarled, pushing himself off the table and moving for me.
"Patience, dear boy. Patience."
As he towered over me, his eyes burning into mine, he snarled. "It's wearing thin. Continue."
I smiled seductively as I lifted my right hand to his shoulder and began trailing it up and down his bare flesh. "He told me he wasn't uncomfortable in a bad way, and I started to stroke his arm—just as I am to you, right now. He dropped his books and cried out that he had a girlfriend. This didn't deter me though, because I had a mission. A mission you wanted me to complete."
Edward nodded, a strange, almost inaudible grunt escaping him. "When did you fuck him?"
"Mmm mmm," I said, discouraging his attempt to hurry me along. "We'll get to that soon enough. I asked him if having sex with me was what he wanted…what he fantasized about. He then started rambling about morals, but I told him it was all overrated; that sometimes we just needed to be bad…" I paused for a moment to address Edward, personally. "Do you like it when I'm bad, baby?" He swallowed thickly and nodded, almost as if he were unable to make his brain connect with his mouth enough to say anything.
"So, once I knew he was up for the task, I began unbuttoning my blouse…" I looked down at my bare breasts, Edward's eyes following mine. "Seems my current nakedness won't allow for me to show you that particular scene. Sorry."
Edward grabbed me firmly around the waist and pulled me to him, pinning his extremely hard, and still concealed, cock between us. "That's when you let him fuck you, right? Please tell me that's what happened next."
Running my hands over the smooth, muscular planes of his back until they hit the waist of his pants, I shook my head. "I wish I could, because I would give anything to have you inside me right now. I'm so fucking wet for you."
As if not believing me, Edward's right hand left my hips and forced its way between us until his fingers were sliding between the evidence of my truth. I didn't stop him right away, really enjoying the way his fingers moved through my folds, working me until I felt my orgasm on the brink of pulling me under.
"Stop," I moaned, but he didn't as he didn't really have to listen to me in here. He was the one calling the shots. "This isn't how it happened." That made him stop—the painful groan he gave was evidence that he didn't want to, though. As he removed his hands from between my thighs, I whimpered at the loss, but decided to continue so we could get back to where we were.
I worked my way free of his embrace. "This is where it gets tricky," I explained to him, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth. "Miss Stanley chose that moment to show up and interrupt us before I was successful in seducing Mr. Newton. You said I was to seduce five students, and I know you only named Michael at that point, but I didn't want to fail you. I wanted to please you—I always do, you have to know that." Edward nodded, knowing that I never did anything to intentionally piss him off. "Well, Jessica was very upset at walking in on us together. So, I decided to offer her the same thing I had offered her dear boyfriend. Her test scores had also fallen recently, so I knew she may actually consider it.
"I wasn't totally wrong in that assumption, but she seemed apprehensive. So, I asked her to kiss Michael for me. Kind of as a warm up. Watching them was really very sweet. They had an innocence about them that almost made me feel guilty for using them as pawns in this little game. Almost.
"As I watched the passion between them climb with each passing minute, I moved behind her and instructed her to touch him. I told her to reach into his pants…" I moved toward Edward and slipped my hands down the front of his pants "…wrap her hands around his cock and pleasure him for me." I did to Edward exactly as I had asked Jessica to do to Michael earlier, and he mumbled an expletive as I pumped him slowly.
"I watched as she gave him a hand job, him thrusting into her touch with every move she made, and I could tell that she ached to be touched in return," I explained, still pumping my fist around Edward's cock, working him toward his own release.
"So, you made him touch her?" he asked, his eyes closed as he tried to hold his orgasm at bay so he could make it to the final act in our little play.
"Nope," I replied, popping the "p." "I touched her. I undid her pants from my place behind her and slipped my right hand inside and found her wet with desire." I stopped moving my hand against Edward, causing his eyes to snap open and look at me with warning. "I need you to touch me and do exactly as I say." He nodded, slipping his hand back between my legs, and I resumed working his length with my own hand.
"I moved my fingers through her wetness. Yeah," I sighed, my own eyes closing as Edward moved slowly between my thighs. "Like that. I teased her until she was close to her release, her breathing mimicking mine now." My breaths slowly went from steady to panting as Edward continued to move his talented fingers through my arousal. "She dropped her head back onto my shoulder, moans from both her and Michael echoing in my empty lecture hall." I stopped my ministrations on Edward abruptly. "That's when I stopped touching her, removing my hand altogether."
"Why?" Edward asked in a strangled voice, completely frustrated and ready to come in my hand.
"Because, I was needy and wanted to get fucked." It was kind of a lie. While with Michael and Jessica, I wasn't as turned on by the entire situation as I'd have liked. Terrified? Yeah. Nervous? Definitely. But, I did it for Edward… Had I known that this was how he was going to react to how I carried out our little game, I probably would have enjoyed it a hell of a lot more. So, yeah; in my classroom, I wasn't entirely turned on. But I was right then with Edward standing before me, ready to fuck me into oblivion.
"I asked Miss Stanley to lie on my desk. Jeans off. Panties on. She had the cutest little red, lace thong on. You probably would have liked it," I teased as I moved around him and climbed up onto the table with the candle. It wasn't a huge table, but we'd fucked on it before. "Okay, so again, we come to a tricky part of your wanting to see exactly what happened. So, we're going to have to improvise, okay?" Edward nodded.
I lay back on the table, legs spread so Edward could get a good look at what he'd be claiming soon enough, and continued. "I told her I was going to kiss her boyfriend. Come and kiss me Edward. I want to show you how I did it." Edward crossed the room in a flash and his lips descended on mine eagerly. We kissed for a few minutes, our tongues sliding languidly against one another as we swallowed each other's breathless moans of desire, before I moved one of my hands from his neck and slipped it between my thighs to pleasure myself as Jessica had done.
Edward pulled back, my Dom's fiery glare burning through me. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"This is what Jessica did while I was kissing Mike. I couldn't tell you because your tongue was in my mouth." He narrowed his eyes, challenging me; he probably thought I let her keep doing it, which would mean I lost control of the situation. "I told her to stop." I pulled my own hand from between my thighs, watching Edward eye them hungrily. "I moved away from Mike and pressed myself between her thighs, being sure to alleviate her need to be touched, while also teasing her. I asked her if she liked touching herself—she said yes—then I informed her I didn't like when people did things I didn't ask them to do." Edward groaned, clearly enjoying my Dominant side; I never would have thought he'd have been interested in being the submissive. "I then forbade her to touch herself.
"I told her to scoot back, and she did." I mirrored her earlier actions. "Then, I removed my skirt, leaving me in my bra, panties and opened blouse. For her punishment, I told her that she would have to watch as Mike fucked me." I slid my feet into the waist of Edward's pants and maneuvered them over his erection before letting them fall to the floor.
"Thank fuck," Edward moaned, gripping my ankles and yanking my body across the table. Bare flesh and finished wood veneer didn't make that entirely fluid, but eventually I was seated at the edge of the table with his cock waiting for the order to proceed.
"Michael was nervous, so I made Jessica tell him she deserved to be punished—she did, of course, but I don't think she saw it as punishment at all." Edward's cock teased my entrance, eagerly anticipating when we'd be joined. But I stopped him.
"What the fuck, Isabella?" he demanded angrily. "I don't want to punish you, but I will." His warning was very serious; there was no inflection to tell me otherwise.
I knew my eyes reflected my fear of him carrying out his punishment, so I was quick to speak. "I made him fuck me from behind," I told him quietly, hoping I could redeem myself.
Upon hearing this, Edward took a small step back and pulled me from the table, turning me and bending me over the table, arms spread. "Before I have my way with you, Isabella," he started, his arm snaking up my back until his hand cupped my jaw and pulled my head upward so he could whisper in my ear. "Were you safe?"
"Yes, Master," I responded, knowing that we were back in our proper roles. Everything was right in the world as he pushed himself into me—no barriers of latex between us—just flesh on heated flesh.
"Was he any good?" Edward asked, his words punctuated by his thrusts in and out of me.
"No, Master. Ohhh, fuck…" I wasn't sure if I was allowed to be crying out in rapture, but I couldn't help myself. I had been robbed of my orgasm in my lecture room; I didn't want to be here. Mike was so inexperienced in what a woman really needed in order to get off, I almost felt bad for Jessica.
"Tell me more," Edward growled as he continued to move behind me. "Did you touch her again?"
I nodded, trying to get my brain to focus on both what was happening in that moment and what I had done earlier. "I—I think—"
Edward stopped, pulling out of me quickly and slapping my ass, causing it to sting and my memory to jog. "You think, Isabella?"
"Sorry, Master, I was so focused on how good you felt moving inside me that I had trouble thinking about what I did to her. Please forgive me," I pleaded, fighting the urge to press my hips back like a bitch in heat. "I told her she'd been a good girl…" Edward's cock slipped back inside and I silently rejoiced as he began to move behind me again. "I removed her panties…oh shit." I could feel my orgasm threaten to rip through me as Edward gripped my hips tightly. "And I fucked her with my fingers."
"Do you want me to fuck you with my fingers, pet?" he asked in a raspy voice that told me he was close to ecstasy.
"Only—only if that's what you desire, Master." His hips moved faster as his hands kneaded the flesh of my ass, moving his right inward to my tailbone.
"What if I want to do both?"
"Fuck…"
He slapped my ass again, this time a little harder, but didn't stop pounding into me. "Watch your mouth, pet. I've let your profanity slide a few times tonight; I won't hesitate to end the scene if you fuck up again."
"Y—yes, Sir." Hottest. Scene. Everrrrr.
I felt his finger trace the outer perimeter of my ass, but he never penetrated it. That's not to say we'd never done it, just not then. "Did you come for them?" he asked, his voice very indicative that he was barely balancing on the edge himself.
"N—no, Master. I cou—couldn't. My orgasms belong to you," I told him, trying so very hard to hold back from falling over the edge of bliss first. "I had to bite my lip and bury my face into Jessica's thigh as I faked it."
"That's my good girl," he praised, removing his hand from my ass and slipping it around until he pinched and teased my swollen clit. "Come. Now."
That's all it fucking took before I went off like a motherfucking rocket. I could feel Edward pulse and twitch inside me as he finally let himself succumb to the pleasure we had both been holding back until the scene was complete.
Our labored breaths were the only sounds that filled the room as he stood up, parting our bodies before pulling his pants back on. "You did well tonight, Isabella. Now, go back to your place and kneel before me."
Nodding my compliance, my legs trembled as I pushed myself to stand upright so I could obey his command. Once I was on my knees, eyes cast downward again, I waited with baited breath for him to speak.
"You altered the rules of our arrangement, Isabella. Do you deny this?" he demanded.
Trembling with trepidation, I shook my head. "No, Master. I do not." Having already confessed everything to him, denying it would only enrage him. Just because he enjoyed himself only moments before, didn't mean that he was going to readily accept my defiance.
"Maybe I should have been more clear on the rules of this little game." Edward began circling me, my heart racing again as I awaited some sort of chastisement. "I instructed you to fuck one of your students, and instead you took it upon yourself to alter my directive and invite a third party to join you." He paused, stopping in front of me, his feet shoulder width apart. Because I was only allowed to look down, I was forced to imagine the rest of his posture. If I were to hazard a guess, it would be that his hands were held tightly behind his back while he stared down on me with disappointment.
"I will count Miss Stanley toward your final tally, pet. But know that this is the only transgression you will be granted. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master."
Stroking my hair once to acknowledge my obedience, he continued. "Your remaining marks will be Mr. Yorkie, Miss Weber and Mr. Cheney—in that order. Will this pose a problem?" I shook my head once, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth as I started to wonder how I would seduce them all over the next four days.
"Now," Edward said, a certain cadence in his voice indicating that he was plotting something more meticulous. "Your punishment for including Miss Stanley without permission will be the loss of two days to complete your goal."
It took every ounce of self-control I had to fight urge to look up at him and tell him that there was no way I could seduce three people in just two days time; such a move would likely result in a sore backside. "So, Wednesday you will find a way to seduce both Mr. Yorkie and Miss Weber. However," he instructed, the heavy emphasis he used telling me that his impending instructions were non-negotiable, "you will tempt them each individually. I will not condone another scene of yours to include any additional players. Are we clear, Isabella?"
The rules he laid out couldn't have been spelled out more carefully. Two days. Three more people. All individual conquests. It wasn't an impossible mission, but it also wouldn't be easy.
"Isabella!" he roared when I didn't acknowledge him in a timely fashion.
"Yes," I managed to say, my voice trembling slightly as his sharp tone startled me. "Your rules are exceedingly clear, Master."
"Good. I am also going to push our time in my playroom to eight-thirty on Wednesday, which will give you an additional hour and a half to fulfill your requirements and make it back to me that day. Should you fail in one or both of your objectives, you will be stripped of your orgasms when reenacting your scenes with me."
Oh fuck. Not again.
"Yes, Sir," I responded steadily, even though I wasn't too happy about that penalty.
Without another word, Edward moved from before me and headed over toward the door. "Come to me, pet." I stood with his permission and walked to him as he held my robe up to assist me in putting it on.
With the sash fastened the sash around my waist, he opened the door for me to exit first. I slipped out into the dark hall, the clock above still ticking away, and stood off to the side as he moved ahead of me. Pacing myself a few strides behind him, I followed as he made his way for the stairs. Not once did he turn to me or acknowledge that I was nearby as we walked the entire length of the hall or even as we ascended the stairs. However, once we were in the kitchen, he pulled me to him, expelling all the air from between our bodies upon impact and kissed me passionately. This kiss was entirely different from any of the ones we had shared in the playroom moments before, yet entirely the same. While the raw animal need and love was always present, there was also an air of gratitude behind his affection.
Edward laced our hands together and pulled me slowly up the stairs to our bedroom, where we made love until well after midnight, neither one of us getting any of our work for the next day done as we fell asleep completely spent, our limbs tangled up in each other's.
Witnessing Edward's reaction to the game he proposed was truly a relief, and I now looked forward to being given my next mark. I had gotten a little taste of dominating my Dom. He still maintained control, the pink hand prints on my ass would attest to that, but he had given me a little taste of the power I never knew I wanted—and I had to admit, I fucking liked it.
Yes, this was most definitely going to be fun…