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 5. Isabella

I failed.

That one thought repeated over and over in my mind as I turned from the closed door, face down, and walked past Edward. However, even though I had missed my opportunity to seduce Miss Weber, I still had an obligation as Edward's submissive to fulfill.

There wasn't much time before I had to meet him in the playroom, so once I hit the bottom of the stairs, I rushed to my room, quickly stripped before folding my clothes and ran to the shower. I took five minutes, give or take a few seconds, to wash my hair and body before getting out and quickly drying off. After applying my body lotion, I combed my hair before drying it as much as I could before I had to rush to the den and wait for Edward.

Truthfully, I guess it was a good thing I was so rushed as it didn't allow for me to dwell on what happened—or, didn't—between Miss Weber and myself…or what was going to happen once Edward crossed that threshold behind me. I made it through the door with one minute to spare before hanging my robe and kneeling on my pillow. The candle on the table straight ahead was lit, as usual, casting a warm glow in the room.

Always punctual, Edward entered the room, allowing the door to slam behind him. In an instant, I dropped my eyes from the candle in the centre of the room. "Good evening, Isabella."

I said nothing in return since I hadn't yet been given permission to speak.

"Tonight's rules will be no different than Monday's. You will have permission to speak freely throughout the scene as you tell me about your interaction with Mr. Yorkie." He paused for a moment, making me incredibly nervous. "However, you failed in seducing Miss Weber, correct?" Clenching my eyes shut, I nodded. "Do you remember the consequences I warned you of on Monday, pet?" I nodded again. "Well?"

I took a shaky breath. "Because I failed in my second seduction, I will be stripped of my orgasms," I said, repeating him almost verbatim.

"What were the rules of the game, Isabella?" he demanded.

Bits and pieces of our first conversation on Monday came back to me in an instant.

"By six p.m. Friday, each of us will have tried to seduce five students into sleeping with us. Should you succeed, I'll allow you to be my Domme for the entire weekend," he had told me.

"So, I am to sleep with five of my students—?" I remembered clarifying after we spoke about his proposal more specifically.

The memory of his next words hit me hard. "Try. Seduce five, and if they take the bait off the hook they count toward your final tally."

"I was told to try." Hoping I wouldn't be punished for what I was about to do, I slowly raised my face until I was looking at him as he stood before me. "You said to seduce five, and if they took the bait, they would count toward my total." Edward's right eyebrow arched, but he didn't look upset with my pointing this out.

"Where are you going with this?" he inquired, the right corner of his lip twitching minutely—with what emotion, I was uncertain.

Nervously, I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth. "Forgive me for being so bold, Master, but it's unlike you to just change your own rules. It wasn't until I seduced Miss Stanley that you told me I wasn't to fail."

"You're treading on thin ice, pet," he warned, his eyes growing dark.

Instantly, I dropped my eyes back to their place on the floor. "I'm sorry, Master. It's just all terribly confusing, is all."

Silence filled the room while the sound of my pounding heart filled my ears. I shouldn't have challenged him; I should have known that it would only lead to my being punished. Not being allowed to orgasm was a much better punishment than what I knew my insolence would garner—twenty strikes with the flogger of his choice. And that was if he was in a good mood.

I waited for his instructions to assume my position on the bench, holding my breath the entire time, but instead, I was met with his sighing as he moved to cradle my face and force my eyes to his. "You're right. I changed the rules, and it wasn't fair." I remained silent, searching his eyes for what to expect, but found nothing. Just as quickly as he had shown me the smallest glimpse of compassion, it was gone and I was looking into the dark, stormy eyes of my Dom. "However, it doesn't change the fact that you involved Miss Stanley in your first scene without my consent."

Dropping my eyes from his, I was forced to endure more silence as I awaited his next instructions before he doled out my punishment. Confusion swept over me as he took several steps away from me and leaned against the table.

"Because my changing the rules caused a great deal of confusion for you, I will let you off with a warning. Should you question another order of mine, you will—I repeat will pay the consequences. The whipping bench hasn't been used in quite some time…" As he let his words trail off, I glanced up to see him turn his head to the bench that sat near the far corner of the room, shrouded in near-darkness save for the faint flicker of the candle's flame.

"Yes, Sir. Thank you for showing me compassion," I said, my voice oozing every ounce of gratitude and relief that pounded through my veins.

"You may begin." His order was simple, thrusting us directly into the second half of our game. "And, just as last time, you are to show me exactly what transpired between you and Mr. Yorkie. Are we clear?"

Slowly, I pushed myself to my bare feet and moved lithely toward him. "Crystal," I purred, knowing that this was when I was allowed to be a little more forward in Edward's playroom. "You need to sit."

Edward's eyes softened and his body relaxed as he pushed off the table and walked to the door, grabbing the dark wooden chair that sat next to it. "Where would you like it?"

Feeling more and more confident as the scene progressed, my posture improved as our roles reversed. "By the table," I instructed. "As if it were at a desk."

With a short nod, Edward averted his gaze and I felt empowered by that one simple gesture. Was that how he felt every time I cast my eyes down?

Edward placed the chair behind the table and sat at it, resting his arms on the table, and I moved to stand behind him. "Mr. Yorkie was so unaware of my intentions when he walked back into my lecture room today. While I was quite serious in wanting him to lead a study group, I had an ulterior motive for his being there when he was.

"We went over the outline for the study group and Eric went along with everything I had suggested, even being so bold as to add a few of his own ideas." I moved closer to Edward until my erect nipples brushed along his bare, muscular shoulders. I heard him groan softly as his hands balled into fists on the table top. Feeling the need to push him a little further toward the edge, I traced the shell of his ear with my lips. "He was so nervous the closer I got to him; I could hear his heart pounding…much like yours is now." It wasn't a lie; Edward's heart sped up as soon as I made skin-to-skin contact with him.

"Eric turned to face me as soon as he sensed me right about here," I said, moving my face slightly to allow Edward to turn to me without his lips connecting with mine right away. "That's when I pounced." Before Edward got a chance to say anything, I brought my lips to his and kissed him hard. Behind the ferocity of the kiss was passion as I felt arousal erupt throughout my body, eliciting tingles all over the surface of my skin.

When I pulled away abruptly, Edward looked at me with confusion. Though, he seemed to understand as I grabbed the back of the chair and, using more strength than I thought I was even capable of, was able to move it without much effort. The wooden legs scraped across the hardwood floor, and I was only momentarily worried about marking it up. If Edward was upset by it, I would gladly accept any punishment as long as I was able to pleasure him now.

"Because I was clothed, I hiked my skirt up and straddled him. However, once again, your demand for me to meet you in here naked doesn't allow for that. I hope that's all right, Sir?" I asked, my tone still strong and full of the authority he had allowed me to have. I didn't wait for him to answer, instead, I placed myself on his black-flannel clad thighs, feeling every solid inch of his agreement pressed between us. Before lowering my lips to his again, I moaned, wriggling my hips for a little more friction against my own growing arousal. No orgasms. No orgasms. No orgasms, I chanted in my mind, trying to remind myself this was all about Edward and that if I behaved tonight, my lack of sexual gratification would be made up for (multiple times) in the very near future.

When my tongue traced Edward's lower lip insistently, he grunted, grabbed my hips roughly and allowed me to deepen the kiss. The events that happened in my classroom were only natural, so I didn't have to reiterate them to Edward; he was getting the gist of it all by himself as I shamelessly ground myself against his erection. My head filled with a fog of lust that I only ever experienced when with Edward and I was quickly losing focus on re-enacting this afternoon's scene.

Edward's hands moved down from my hips and he squeezed my ass cheeks hard, pulling me against him vigorously and bringing me closer and closer to release. Focus, Bella! I thought back to my encounter with Mr. Yorkie and I allowed my fingers to move down Edward's bare body, the way I had with Eric before I removed his shirt and tossed it aside.

With my lips still pressed against Edward's, I spoke breathlessly. "He wanted me to stop," I panted pushing myself against Edward's groin again.

"I don't," Edward responded, encouraging me by pushing his hips upward.

Smiling against his ravenous lips, I pulled away and brought my hands to my breasts, teasing my own nipples as he dropped his eyes to my ministrations. "Don't worry. I didn't stop. I removed my shirt…which, obviously I can't do, so this will have to suffice." Edward nodded his approval, pulling me against him one more time and moaning. "I continued to move against the bulge in his jeans before he whimpered a little." Showing Edward how I moved caused his eyes to roll back in his head as his fingers dug into the flesh of my ass to encourage me to keep going.

"The poor guy," I said sadly, causing Edward's eyes to open and meet mine. "I was hurting him. And not in that good, spank-me way, either." Even though it wasn't originally part of my scene with Eric, Edward lifted his right hand, bringing it down hard on my ass before kneading it firmly again.

"Mmmm," I moaned, biting my bottom lip as the sting worked its way through my backside before settling between my legs. "I felt bad for him." I started to slide off of Edward's lap, but he held me firmly in place. "Trust me; you'll want me to move." Once he released his hold on my backside, I slid to the floor where I kneeled before him and moved my hands up his strong thighs, grazing his arousal with my thumbs.

"Is this okay?" I asked, repeating the same question I asked Eric in my best effort to be thorough and working my way north until I teased the waist of his pants. Edward looked down into my eyes and nodded. Not wasting another minute, I slipped my hand into his pants and wrapped it around his cock. As I proceeded to work Edward's length, he lifted his hips and pushed his pants down so he was completely exposed to me. "Is this good, baby?"

"Fuck yes," he grunted, matching each of my movements with one of his own as I slowly brought my face to meet the head of his swollen cock.

As I continued to pump Edward, licking my lips in anticipation of taking him into my mouth, I watched as the muscles in his abdomen and thighs flexed with every upward thrust of his hips. Unable to take it any longer, I opened my mouth and wrapped it around his shaft, licking up the trace amounts of pre-ejaculate that had seeped out from my manual stimulation.

It impressed me that Edward was so well in-tune with this side of him, because even in the throes of blind passion, he never broke character as I took him deeper and deeper into my mouth. "Fuck, pet… Ungh… Did he… fuck…" Even if he was still my Dom, it thrilled me to know that he seemed unable to form a coherent sentence as I worked him toward his orgasm.

I pulled off of Edward with a quiet pop and looked up at him as his eyes opened to meet mine. "Did I let him come in my mouth?" Edward nodded, reaching out and stroking my swollen lips with the pad of his thumb. "No. But he quite enjoyed what I was doing and very forcefully stood bringing me with him until he pushed me against the desk." My sentence had barely left my mouth before Edward was on his feet, doing exactly as Eric had done. As he lowered his mouth to my jaw, peppering open-mouthed kisses along my neck and shoulder, I fisted his hair tightly and hitched my right leg over his hip, allowing his erection to glide through my own arousal.

"Was it safe?" Edward growled, biting down on my shoulder hard enough that there would definitely be a mark in the morning.

"Always," I sighed breathlessly, moaning as the burn from his bite shot through my arm momentarily. "I put it on him myself after stripping us both to complete my task." The head of Edward's cock continued to tease my entrance, dipping in slightly, only to pull out and rest against my fiery flesh. "He was still unsure until I told him to fuck me. I told him the only sounds I wanted to hear were the sounds of our screams echoing off the walls…" Edward pushed into me slightly again before pulling back and smirking. "In fact, that's all I want to hear right fucking now…"

Any and all thoughts left my mind the minute Edward entered me completely, burying himself in me until our hips rest flush against each other. "Did he make you come?" His words were all punctuated by his manic movements in and out of me.

I moaned, using my legs to encourage him to continue. "No… Mmmm… Only you are able to offer me any and all pleasure. I allowed him to think I had, even though it was all very uncomfortable and uncoordinated."

Edward continued to pound into me, the hard edge of the table digging into the flesh of my ass uncomfortably as his hard thrusts stimulated my clit. I tried to focus on anything other than that delicious tingly feeling that started to slither its way up into my belly. No orgasms. No orgasms. No orgasms, I repeated in my head again and again to keep myself from falling over the edge with him as he got closer and closer.

"Edward," I whispered in his ear, twisting my fingers back into his hair and pulling tightly. "I want you to come. Now." With a low, guttural grunt, Edward's body stiffened as he pulsed deep inside me.

By forcing Edward to orgasm before I did, I was able to stave mine off, leaving me completely frustrated, yet satisfied that I had played by his rules and accepted the amendment to his original guidelines. As he panted heavily, he slowly slid out of me and I held back a whimper at the loss of our connection.

"You did good, Isabella," he praised, pulling up his pants and running his fingers through his sweat-dampened hair. "You may return to your place." Without any hesitation, I returned to my previous position on the pillow in the centre of the room and bowed my head, the tell-tale sign of my arousal mixed with Edward's trickling down my inner thigh.

The sound of our laboured breaths filled the empty room as we both worked to return it to normal before he continued on with the scene. "Now," he said in a steady voice once he had succeeded. "What happened with Miss Weber?"

"Well, Master," I began, keeping my eyes downcast. "I tried my hardest. But, Miss Weber…well, while she seemed quite intrigued of the possibilities, she just couldn't bring herself to follow through. I do apologize for taking that away from you."

"The only one you have deprived by not fucking her is yourself, Isabella," Edward reminded me. "Not only did it pain me to not allow you to orgasm after not achieving one earlier in your original scene, but you now only have a total of three counting toward your total. Do you even want to win?"

Edward's question caused me to wonder just how far along he was in our little game… Were his rules the same as mine? I mean, I knew he was allowed to sleep with five people—who? I wasn't sure as I wasn't privy to that information until Friday—but was he four-for-four? Had my not sealing the deal with Angela caused me irreparable harm in the game?

"You look troubled, pet." I shook my head and shrugged. "What is it?"

"I was merely curious how you were faring in the contest. While I realize I have no right to ask, I cannot lie nor can I contain my curiosity." Holding my breath, I awaited his angry words telling me that I was right; that I had no right to ask.

Edward laughed, holding his hand within my line of sight to help me to my feet. "In two days' time you will find out just how… successful I've been. Come now."

And, just as Monday, Edward helped me into my robe before we left his den and walked toward the stairs to go to our room together. I remained several steps behind him, keeping in my submissive role until we were in the shared space of our kitchen, where he whisked me into his arms and carried me upstairs.

He then ravaged my body until the wee hours of morning, making up—several times, in fact—for my missed orgasm.

I had one more mark: Benjamin Cheney; and if I succeeded, I could possibly win the opportunity to control Edward completely. Not just the small sampling of domination that Edward had allowed me to experience the last two times we were in the playroom.

I could only hope that he either failed in his next attempt or had failed once or twice in the first four…