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 4. Bella

Tuesday came and went like any other day during our hectic weeks. We woke up, had breakfast and got ready for work before taking separate vehicles to the University where we worked, had lunch with a few colleagues, worked some more and then headed home separately only to ravage each other wherever our hearts desired because we had the house to ourselves. Finally.

Upon entering the house, we could barely contain our passion long enough to strip completely. My blouse and bra hung off one arm, my pants and panties discarded by the front door before Edward walked me backward as I pushed his shirt down his arms and let it fall to the floor. I unbuckled Edward's belt once my ass hit the table at the end of the hall and pushed his pants over his hips, allowing them to pool to the floor around his ankles as our bodies became one. Completely free, we made love on that small table, our screams echoing off the walls of the narrow space. Then, as if that wasn't enough to sate our hunger for one another, we ravaged each other in the kitchen as we worked to try and prepare dinner.

It wasn't unusual for the two of us to get completely lost in each other that way, but I could admit that over time we had fallen into a routine. The sex was still amazing; don't get me wrong. It just seemed different somehow when we weren't in the den. This game had changed us; reignited that spark we hadn't realized until very recently was missing.

Last night's scene never came up while we sat and spoke about the parts of our day we didn't spend together; they very rarely ever did during our everyday lives. That was just part of the rules Edward had laid out in order to keep it as separate as possible.

After dinner I graded a few papers while we sat in the living room, each of us enjoying a glass of wine. Edward sat back on the couch as I leaned over the coffee table, my hair pulled over the shoulder opposite him, and he watched me. I could feel his penetrating stare as I tried to concentrate on the essays before me, and after a few minutes, I finally turned to him.

"What?"

Chuckling, he took a sip of his wine. "I didn't say anything."

"No," I agreed. "You're just sitting there, staring at me like I'm something to eat. I need to get these papers graded since I didn't last night." Something dark—exciting—stirred within him; I could see it in his eyes, but he quickly shook it off.

"I'm not stopping you. I'm just sitting here, minding my own business." I narrowed my eyes at him as he tried to play innocent before turning back to my work.

It was difficult, but I was able to ignore him long enough to get through the rest of the assignments before he quite literally pounced on me, sending us both to the floor laughing between kisses as we stripped each other for a third time that evening. Honestly, I was relieved that the game we had entered into as Dominant and submissive hadn't affected us negatively as I feared it would. And, even though I was still trying to figure out how I was going to succeed in the second phase of the task he had laid out for me, I was looking forward to reaping the benefits of it. I was certain that I would be as successful as I was the day before with Mike and Jessica—if you could call my seducing Jessica without the consent of my Master "success."

We went to bed that night and fell fast asleep in each other's arms. Resting up for what the following day would bring.

~*.oOo.*~

With Wednesday now upon us, I was starting to feel the pressure of the assignment that lay ahead of me weighing heavily on my mind. I had no idea how I was going to attempt a successful seduction on a poor, unsuspecting Eric Yorkie—my next target according to Edward.

Eric was one of the brightest students in my class; always leading the class discussions with his intellect. He was sort of quiet in that academia kind of way—top of his class—and I was beyond impressed time and time again with the work he handed in. It was then that I realized I would use his love of learning to my advantage; I would invite him back to my lecture room at the end of the day under the guise of leading a study group for me. Then, as we went over the outline, I would do whatever I needed to in order to succeed in my mission.

The power I felt in the playroom when I was allowed to control Edward was addicting. I wanted it. Needed it. I'd had a small taste of what Edward was deep down, and I fucking liked. He was careful not to let me experience it fully, though; pulling me back the instant he recognized the transition in my eyes. By taking it away from me, he only made me want it even more; the thirst for more burned through my veins and I felt the only way to extinguish it would be to become like him.

With the hum-drum routine of my day ahead of me, I was happy when my first couple of classes went by rather quickly. While I knew a basic idea of how I was going to lure Eric into my web of seduction, I still had yet to work out the finer details. It wasn't until I spotted Mr. Yorkie that I became aware of something I should have seen Monday night as Edward named him my next subject.

Newton. Stanley. Yorkie. Weber. Cheney.

They were all acquaintances. Friends. Classmates.

"Son of a bitch," I muttered under my breath as I watched them all take their seats.

There was no way that Edward didn't know this about my intended marks. He planned this; I could feel it in the very depths of my soul that he knew exactly what he was doing. Did he not worry that they would tell each other everything? Or, did the danger of that happening excite him even more? If it did, he was clearly insane, because the thought of what went on between all of us becoming public knowledge scared the shit out of me. It took everything in me not to focus on this disturbing new development in mine and Edward's little game so I could teach. The entire time I stood before my class, my eyes kept drifting to the group of students I was to seduce, and before I knew it, class was over and everyone was gathering their things.

I overheard Eric and his friends discussing studying in the library at the end of the day, and decided that now was as good a time as any to set my plan in motion. "Mr. Yorkie?" I called out, getting his attention right away. "Could you spare a moment?"

The smirks exchanged between Newton and Stanley weren't missed by me and I had to wonder once more if they had told anyone what had gone on in here just two nights prior. "We'll see you later. Library?" Jessica asked in a voice higher than normal for her as Newton pulled her for the door.

Knowing that I had a task to focus on, I pressed my fears to the wayside for the moment and concentrated on Eric as he made his way over to me. I smirked, realizing that getting him to comply would probably be easier than I thought.

"Yeah, I'll catch up with you guys later," he told his friends, stopping once he reached my desk.

Now that I had him all alone in my lecture hall, I knew I had to bait him and see to it he took it willingly. I grabbed his latest paper, one that had received the highest mark in the class and held it out to him. He beamed as he took in the unsurprising mark and I could already feel the line tug as he glommed onto the hook, and I inwardly celebrated my success.

"You should be proud of that paper, Mr. Yorkie," I told him. "Your work was incredibly detailed, proving your time was well-spent."

"Thank you, Professor," he replied humbly. "I'm glad you took notice."

We played this little game of cat and mouse for a few more minutes, discussing his hard work and I would praise him to fluff his ego. Build him up to gain his trust. When he told me that he had set up a study date with his group of friends, I decided to use that to fuel my plan further. "I love hearing that," I said softly, eyeing him seductively. "Listen, I'd love to talk to you about the possibility of organizing some kind of study group for this course overall. A number of students, and not only from this class, are having issues. And I hate being seen as a failure." Deciding to test the waters further, I moved toward him and laid a hand on his arm. He seemed shocked as his gaze dropped to my hand. "You're one of my brightest students, Eric, and I'd love for you to lead this group to success. I believe you can do it."

There was a long period of silence between us where I began to doubt my effectiveness in seducing him, when finally he spoke. "I'd love to. When did you want to talk?"

I wanted to jump up and down cheering when phase one was complete, but that was likely to scare him off and then I wouldn't succeed in my mission. I couldn't let Edward win this, not after experiencing a taste of being his Domme. No, I wanted that feeling back.

"I have classes for the rest of the day. Why don't you stop by before your study session and we'll start planning?" I suggested.

"Sounds great! Thank you so much for this wonderful opportunity, Professor. I won't let you down."

Offering him a smile and nodding once, he left before my next class entered. I felt confident that I would accomplish what I had set out to do today. Now I just had to figure out how to entice Miss Weber into a completely separate scenario.

By the end of my last class, I was no closer to having a solid plan in mind, and I was beginning to panic and doubt my ability to succeed. Would I fail both times? What would the chastisement be for that? If there was no scene to act out, did that mean there would be no sex at all? I didn't like where my train of thought was headed.

With my lecture room completely empty after my final class of the day, I sat in my chair and placed my face in my hands as I fought the urge to cry out in frustration. A forceful, yet familiar, voice pulled me from my thoughts with a start. "What's wrong, Isabella?" he asked, the sound of my door closing echoing behind his words.

I raised my face from my hands, keeping my eyes on my desk, as I addressed him. "Nothing, Sir."

"You'd be wise to tell me the truth, pet." He was right; I shouldn't have misled him. That one misstep was sure to cost me later; I wasn't naïve enough to think it wouldn't.

Perching himself on the edge of my desk, he waited. I sighed, finding a small reserve of strength and spoke. "I have Mr. Yorkie coming to meet me soon where I'll attempt to seduce him as we discuss a study group I want him to lead for my classes. I'm certain I will be successful, Master." I paused, taking a risk by glancing up briefly. "The problem, Sir, lies in how I am going to entice Miss Weber. I'm afraid I'll be forced to stay later than I originally wanted to."

"You're a very resourceful woman," he said. "I'm sure you'll come up with something and make it back to me on time." He reached out and took me by the hand, gripping in only a way my equal would, and I looked up to offer him a smile. "Relax." His tone was soft, just barely above a whisper and it soothed me a little.

I acknowledged his touch with a tender squeeze of my own and smiled as I sat back in my chair and took a deep, cleansing breath. "How was your day?" I inquired, realizing that this was the first time since we arrived at work together that we had seen each other.

Running his fingers through his hair he looked down at me apologetically. "Busy. I missed lunch because I was in meetings all through the hour. I'll make it up to you tomorrow, though. I promise."

I crossed my legs and then folded my arms across my chest. "Ah, wish I could, but I have to go to the mechanic and pick up my poor truck. If we continue to ride to work together, I'm certain everyone is going to catch on to what's going on." Normally, we would have taken our own vehicles to work in an effort to keep our relationship under wraps, but my truck decided this morning to fail me when the engine refused to turn over—no matter how much I sweet-talked her.

Edward shook his head. "I don't know why you don't just buy a new vehicle. That truck is ancient, Bella."

"Yes, it was also a gift from my father. We've been over this. When the truck dies and there's nothing else that can be done, then—and only then—will I allow you to take me shopping for a new car." The smirk that adorned his face was one that always signified mischief. "I swear, Edward Cullen, if you mess with my truck, I'll—"

Before I could continue, Edward interrupted me, whispering menacingly. "You'll do what exactly?"

So many possibilities ran through my mind, but before I could voice any of them, I noticed movement in the door behind Edward. "Mr. Yorkie! Please, come in," I said invitingly, glancing once more at Edward as his eyes hardened, signaling the beginning of our game. I shivered with anticipation as I thought about what awaited me tonight in his den.

As Eric took a few tentative steps into the room, Edward turned to face him, his eyes dark and cold. "Mr. Yorkie. Miss Swan, here, tells me you're going to lead a study group for her English Lit class?"

"Yes sir," Eric told him with a confidence I had never seen in him before. It was…interesting. He'd always been kind of shy, even when he joined in on class discussions.

As I noted this about him, I watched as Edward smiled and held out a hand to Eric. He took it willingly as Edward addressed me over his shoulder. "Go easy on him, Isabella," he commanded, releasing his hold on Eric before leaving us alone.

With my Dom's final order, I smiled at Eric. "Please, close the door and come on in," I commanded. "I am just so thrilled you agreed to help me out with this."

Eric's answering smile was all I needed to confirm that I had this whole scene in the bag before it had even begun. Edward would be happy. And more importantly, I would be in control of that happiness.

~*.oOo.*~

Eric left my classroom at six-twenty-four, which gave me some time to locate Miss Weber and try to tempt her. Eventually, I found her in the library surrounded by all of her friends. And Eric. After what had just transpired between us, I knew that my approaching her would likely raise awareness to what was going on, and—assuming they weren't already—get them talking about everything. That wouldn't go over very well.

I waited for a bit, hoping that she would excuse herself to grab a book or go home…anything that would give me the opportunity to strike. It was no use, though; by seven-forty-five I finally admitted defeat and decided I would accept the punishment for not completing both of my objectives for the day. On the plus side, it was likely that Edward would ask me to re-enact my scene with Eric. However, the downside was that because I failed to successfully seduce Angela, I would be refused the right to climax as the scene escalated. It was one of those "you win some, you lose some" scenarios; and I didn't like to lose. Ever.

Pulling my coat on, I left my classroom, being sure to shut off the lights before I headed to meet Edward at the main entrance. We would ride home together, only to go our separate ways once inside to prepare for the night's scene—the scene that I would seek no sexual gratification from. I was less and less enthused about this possibility the more I was forced to wallow in it.

When I reached the entry, Edward was nowhere to be seen, so I stepped out into the frigid night air and headed to where we had left the car that morning. I was about thirty feet from the doors when my cell phone rang shrilly, forcing me to stop and search my briefcase pockets for it. By the fourth ring, I had the small silver phone clutched tightly in my hand, Edward's name and number on the main screen before I connected our call.

"Where the hell are you?" I demanded, clearly annoyed that he hadn't met me like we had planned earlier.

Edward chuckled, but something seemed off about it. "I left."

"What the hell do you mean you left? I told you I was staying late. In fact, you seemed more than accepting of it when we last spoke." Edward laughed loudly, spurring me on further. "Oh, you think this is funny? I'll show you funny when I see you, you smug son-of-a—" As I rounded the corner, I was shocked—and also some-what elated to come face-to-face with Angela Weber.

"Miss Weber!" I exclaimed.

"Ah," Edward crooned in my ear. "It would seem your opportunity wasn't missed after all, hey pet?"

"What?" He knew that I hadn't seduced Angela yet? Was that why he left? To give me more time to find a way to succeed? "Are you...?"

"Tick, tock, Isabella. You don't have much time," he told me.

"No, I...wait..." Silence filled the air as Edward disconnected our call and I was left gaping at my phone for what would be considered entirely too long in most circles. I had less than forty-five minutes to get this done. That didn't leave me a lot of time to put any kind of plan in motion. I was going to have to improvise. "He hung up on me. My truck broke down this morning and he was my ride home… And he just…hung up on me," I rambled aloud in hopes of gaining her sympathy—baiting her.

"Oh?" she whispered.

Tick, tock, Isabella. Edward's final words echoed in my mind, reminding me that I was on a tight schedule if I was ever going to succeed in my mission. Flipping my phone closed, I tried to push my frustration with Edward aside, believing that he had given me this second chance because he wanted me to succeed. Thinking that excited me because that could only mean he wanted me in control of his pleasure—whether it was true or not, I wouldn't know until I was allowed to ask him about it.

Offering Angela a warm smile, I turned to walk away, "I'm sorry. You don't need to hear this. Have a good night, Miss Weber."

I made it all of three steps before I heard her again. "Do you need a ride?"

Jackpot, I thought, smiling to myself before turning to her slowly. While I eagerly wanted to accept her offer, I couldn't let her see that. "That's so sweet of you to offer, but I can call a cab, really," I told her graciously, in hopes of manipulating her into insisting I come with her.

Triumph screamed through my veins as soon as she shook her head. "Nonsense. Where do you live? I'll drive you. It's really not a problem."

I moved to her side and we walked side-by-side toward her car across the lot and climbed in once she unlocked the doors. "I appreciate this, Miss Weber. Thanks."

She smiled shyly, a faint blush working its way over her cheeks; she really was quite pretty. "What's your address?" she asked, starting the car before backing out of her spot.

After giving her my address, we sat in silence for a couple of blocks as I tried to map my next move. Every second I waited, we got closer and closer to my house. I had to wonder just how pissed Edward would be if I invited her inside if I was unable to seal the deal. He hadn't ruled against it, but he sure as hell hadn't pre-approved it either. As Edward's sub, I knew that without his express instructions, I wasn't to make any hard and fast decisions. However, if I really thought about it, he never specified where I was to carry out my seductions. Was it safe to assume I could make this decision? If I were in his position and he made this judgment call, would I chastise him?

"So," Angela began, pulling me from my musings. "Eric tells me he's going to lead a study group for you."

Seeing this as my opportunity to test the waters to see if I could accomplish anything between the two of us, I looked to her and placed my left hand on her right as it remained on the gear-shift. "I hope you don't feel put-out by my decision. It was between the two of you—"

"What? No," Angela rushed to assure me, cutting me off in the process. I didn't like being interrupted; especially when it was deeply expressed by Edward that I maintain control of the situation at all times. "I think Eric's great. He's perfect for that sort of thing."

Regretful in my inability to return the dynamic between us soon enough, we pulled up to a stop just outside my house. I had lost. Upon unbuckling my seatbelt, my eyes fell to the briefcase at my feet and they widened as a new strategy quickly formed in my mind. Even though I wasn't one hundred percent sure I wasn't going to pay for it in some way, I was going to end up making a decision without him.

With my mind set on the execution of my plot, I turned to her. "Thanks so much, Miss Weber. You have no idea what this means to me. Hopefully I can repay the favour. Soon." There was a slight rise in my voice on my last word, and I hoped she would pick up on it. She didn't, as it turned out.

"It was no problem, really. I only live two blocks away, actually," she told me. "I'll, uh, see you in class on Friday."

"If not before." And with that, I stepped out of the car, leaving my briefcase in the car for her to find, and walked slowly to my house. Every step I took was deliberately sluggish as I hoped it would give her time to find my briefcase and I could then carry out my seduction of her. By the time I reached the door, I wasn't as sure. I thought about running back for it, commenting on my forgetfulness, but the engine of her car revved behind me as I opened the door. Never had I been so disheartened as I was in the wake of my failure to accomplish my assignment. My head hung in defeat as I removed my jacket and shoes before heading for the kitchen to go and meet my fate. Then there was a light knock on the door. Could it really be?

Seeing this as my last and final attempt, I bolted up the stairs, ripping my clothes off and discarding them as I ran down the hall to my room. After slamming my hip into the low dresser as I stopped, I pulled the top drawer open and pulled out a loose fitting sweater and a pair of shorts, pulling them on quickly before heading back to the door. When I caught sight of my hair in disarray from changing clothes, I pulled the clip from it and tousled it before yanking the door open just as Angela's hand ready to knock again.

In her other hand was my briefcase, and I was beyond relieved that leaving it behind had worked. "Miss Weber, please come in," I said, genuinely happy as I opened the door further to allow her to enter.

She outstretched her hand and offered me my satchel. "Thanks. I just came to drop this off, though. You forgot it in my car. I figured you probably needed it."

The gratitude I felt at her good deed wasn't forced or phony as I took the leather briefcase from her. "Yes! I was just upstairs changing and I remembered leaving it. I do appreciate your bringing it up. Please come in. I was just about to make something to eat and have a glass of wine before grading some papers." I paused briefly to see if she would accept my invitation inside. She seemed hesitant, so I tried a different approach. "I feel terrible about giving Eric the responsibility of leading the study group while you're equally as capable. Maybe we could work something out. Shared responsibility, or something."

"That's really not necessary," Angela rushed to tell me.

"Please," I insisted. "Let's just discuss it."

When she walked forward into the foyer, I breathed a sigh of relief, letting my eyes fall closed for a moment in silent celebration before I led her to the formal sitting room. "This way," I instructed, turning right when we reached the table at the end of the hall, the memory of Edward taking me on it yesterday bringing a sly smile to my lips.

There was a fire burning in the fireplace, which wasn't unusual as Edward and I enjoyed to cozy up in front of a roaring fire on the colder nights. What concerned me was that Angela might question how I'd had time to change and start a fire. Thankfully, she didn't. I watched her raptly as she took in all of mine and Edward's hard work at making this place our home.

"Your home is beautiful," she told me breathlessly.

"Thanks. Please, have a seat," I offered, indicating the sofa in the centre of the room. "Would you like a glass of wine?"

"I'm only nineteen," she said, some-what uncertain.

Honestly, her being underage hadn't really crossed my mind; I only asked to be hospitable. Since the offer was already made, and she had yet to refuse, I waved my hand between us. "It's only wine. Have you never had wine before?"

"No...I mean, yes, I have. I just wasn't sure if you maybe didn't realize..." Her cheeks turned pink as she rambled on and on before finally giving me a sound reason—other than it being illegal. "I have to drive, so, a glass of water would be just fine. Really."

"You're sure?" I inquired before she nodded. "I'll be right back then."

Shockingly, as I entered the kitchen I found not one, but two glasses of wine waiting for me with a note, folded similar to the one I had received on Monday night. However, when I opened it, the only words scrawled across the crisp, white paper were "Tick, tock."

He had anticipated my bringing her here. That revelation alone relaxed me, knowing that there was no way I would be punished for making that call without him. Suddenly, there was a quiet buzzing sound in the room. Upon searching for its source, I found Edward's BlackBerry by the sink. Confused at seeing our house number on the screen, I hit connect and held the phone to my ear.

"Isabella," Edward greeted, his voice low and rough. "Is it safe to assume you've got company?"

"Yes, M—"

"You will not address me as such when there are others around who might overhear you. You know this, pet," he reminded me, his tone all the warning I would need.

I nodded my compliance before speaking again. "You're right. I'm sorry."

"I trust things are progressing?" he inquired.

My eyebrows furrowed as I tried to determine his definition of "progression." "I don't know about that—"

"Are you telling me you can't do this one simple task, Isabella?"

Simple? He thought this was simple? How deluded was he? His lack of faith in me gave me a renewed sense of confidence. I would succeed, and he would pay for his comment. "No, it's not that I can't—in fact, I'm fairly confident in my ability to do what you're asking—"

"I hope so, because you know the consequence should you fail. Is that what you want? Do you want me to punish you, pet?" Every word he spoke had me determined to prove him wrong so I could force him to eat his words in the playroom when I won this little game of his.

"What? How can you even think that? You know I'd do anything for you... All you need to do is ask..."

"That's my good girl," he praised, making me laugh lightly.

"All right. I should get back to my company."

"Tick fucking tock, pet. You're running out of time. Don't make me wait," he warned before ending our call. I had a half hour to do this. It would have to be quick—which was okay, I suppose as it just meant I would be with Edward soon enough—and I wouldn't have much time to shower before meeting him downstairs.

I grabbed a glass of water for Angela before quickly downing one of the glasses of red wine Edward had poured and grabbing the second one to take with me. When I entered the living room, I found her sitting on the couch, waiting. Once she had her glass of water in her hands, I sat next to her and brought my legs under me in an effort to get comfortable before I made my move.

She took a small drink before leaning forward and setting her glass on one of the two coasters on the coffee table, eyeing them quizzically before sitting back. Could she possibly have suspected that there was something going on without her knowledge?

"So, Miss Weber," I began, hoping I could distract her from whatever she was figuring out. "I do feel badly about this whole study group thing. I don't think Eric would mind sharing his responsibilities. Could you and he get together tomorrow and start planning?" Setting my own glass down next to hers, I reached into my briefcase and grabbed the papers I had gone over with Eric earlier—you know, right before we fucked on them. Why I kept them was beyond me. "This is what he and I have come up with so far."

Choosing not to move forced Angela to scoot closer to me, her thigh touching mine as she inspected the outline that Eric and I had come up with. I leaned into her, being sure to lower my voice as I spoke. "I figure some of the girls might be more comfortable with a female leading the class, too. Sometimes a smart male can be quite intimidating. This way, everyone has someone to relate to."

Angela nodded in agreeance before mentioning a few ideas that often help her study, and we added them into the plan before relaxing back into the comfortable sofa, my eyes drifting to the clock on the mantle to see I had twenty-five minutes left. Not good. I would need to speed things along…"You're really very smart," I said, hoping that paying her a compliment would make this whole situation a little less awkward; I could see in her eyes that it might have been working. While she still seemed nervous, there was a glimmer of excitement deep down in there. So, I continued. "You remind me a lot of myself when I was your age."

Shifting next to her and bringing my legs back up beneath me, I reached out as she brought her glass to her lips and found a loose tendril of her hair to play with. She didn't notice right away, and when she finally did, she didn't pull away…at first.

"I should go," she said nervously as I continued to move my fingers through her hair more deliberately.

It was now or never. "Oh? You don't have to, you know..." I dropped my gaze to her lips, hoping to let her know without having to say anything what it was I wanted from her.

Angela was quick to move away from me, setting her glass on the table and standing up. "No, really. I have to get home. I'll see you in class Friday."

I had blown it. I had been given opportunity after opportunity to do what needed to be done, and I had failed. Edward would not react positively to knowing this; and I sure as hell wasn't going to lie to him. As I walked with Angela to the front door, I knew my feelings were evident in the way I carried myself, but I couldn't help but feel like a total failure.

I opened the door for her, completely despondent as I bid her farewell. "Goodnight, Miss Weber." She waved once before I closed the door, being sure to lock it as I rested my head against the cool wood for a moment to collect myself before heading downstairs to clean up.

"You have a lot to answer for, Isabella." Hearing him directly behind me scared me, causing my heart to pound furiously as I turned to face him, eyes down. "You have exactly eighteen minutes to meet me in the playroom where you will tell me everything. And I do mean everything."