Jason: Ori and I are so thrilled that you all enjoyed the last chapter. Not to mention I got to kiss (figuratively, of course) over 30 girls.

Ori: Yeah, and that's the LAST time that's going to happen.

Jason: You're hot when you're jealous. *smirks wickedly* I like it.

Ori: Shut up before I shut your mouth for you. *heart speeds up*

Jason: Are you planning to stop my mouth with yours? Because that could get very interesting very fast.

Ori: Um . . . how about we focus on the story right now? Fun time will be later, 'kay?

Jason: I'll make sure of that, babe. *winks sexily*

Ori: Ummm . . . so we lied about how Edward knew her name in the last chapter. Sorry about that. You'll see the real reason in this chapter! Hope you enjoy it!

Edward Cullen

I left quickly, hating myself for simply leaving her on that table. I couldn't believe that I allowed it to get this far.

I couldn't sleep that night. Visions of her body – that body I had longed for – spread out on that table danced before my eyes. I rolled over and then groaned.

Shit, I had another hard-on.

I sighed angrily and got out of the bed. My erection wasn't too bad, however. Without bothering to get dressed in anything more than my boxers and pants, I left the bedroom. I entered the music room where my piano was; maybe it would help me calm down and think.

It was sweet relief to feel my fingers glide over the keys, allowing soft music to flow from the instrument. As I played, I allowed my mind to drift away, back to the first time I had seen Isabella Swan.

It was almost two years ago and I had just discovered that my recently deceased father had been a dom who fell in love with one of his subs, Esme. She had died when I was only thirteen from breast cancer and it had nearly destroyed him. In his will, he had left me the house that was commonly used for his charades. At first I had been shocked that my loving mother could have agreed to such an arrangement. Then disgust – there were just some things I didn't want to imagine my parents doing.

I had been on my way home from the funeral when I decided to stop by the public library. It wasn't for the sake of browsing through books; I had enough of those at my house. I couldn't go back to that house that was now legally mine. It held too many memories of both my parents for my grieving heart to be comfortable.

So I went inside the library. I went to the fiction section, just to rest against the strong bookcase and let the depression hit me.

That was when someone walked around the corner pushing a cart full of books. I jumped back so that the bookcase hid me from her. I wasn't in the mood to make conversation with anyone at the moment.

I saw that it was a brunette that came around the corner. She had creamy skin that my fingers itched to touch. Her brown hair was up in a simple twist, a few strands hanging down to frame her beautiful face. She was one of the loveliest women I'd ever seen. Her warm brown eyes were kind behind her reading glasses. She wore a dark green dress that clung to her in all the right places. Those delicate feet in gold, strappy heels that accentuated her long, graceful legs.

I felt something turn inside me, but it wasn't unpleasant. If I had been anyone else, I would gone up to her and talked to this lovely woman that had so effectively caught my attention. There was no logical way to explain it but there was something that pulled me to her. It was almost magnetic, this attraction. Unable to stop myself, I watched as she placed every book in its rightful place.

I couldn't go up to her. No one in my position would approach someone like her. I had already screwed up my life – she wouldn't want someone like me. And, honestly, I couldn't blame her. Ever since mother died when I was a teenager, I had turned towards things that they had always warned me against. Alcohol had become my constant companion and drugs soon followed. I had hated myself for most of my life. I had been close to mother, nearly attached to her side. She seemed like a perfect angel to me – the one female I could count on to always love me. The alcohol never seemed to heal my aching heart. So why did I keep drinking it?

Now, as I sat at my piano sifting through both harsh and sweet memories, the music drifting from the ebony instrument became harder, more insistent. It wasn't simple, soft notes but quick, harsh chords.

I had long since quit my addiction to heroin, which had nearly killed me, and I no longer craved the sweet burn of alcohol though I had a glass of wine sometimes. But that didn't mean I hadn't fucked my life up. I doubted there was a woman in the world that would want someone like me.

My father, Carlisle, before he'd died, had acquired me a job just six months before I saw Isabella for the first time. I worked as an accountant. The hours working with numbers ran my mind down into mush. It wasn't that I wasn't intelligent because I was; it was because the job was so monotonous. The same thing everyday and it drove me crazy. Carlisle had been a very successful doctor and kept his second profession a secret from most everyone else.

But that day in the library had changed my life in ways that I didn't understand then. After that angel had finished re-shelving the books, I had asked the other librarian what her name was. Even though I was ashamed to admit it, she intimidated me. She was everything I wasn't – pure, beautiful, honest. And I was very much afraid that if I asked her that she would turn in disgust and leave me standing there.

The other girl behind the front desk said her name was Bella Swan. Her real name was Isabella, but no one called her that – it made her nervous and edgy. I couldn't keep myself from trying the name out on my tongue. It sounded just as glorious as she looked. The black-haired girl looked suspiciously at me as I said that angel's name once more.

"You need anything else?" she asked, giving me a warning look. It said that if I had any problems for her friend that I better leave before she found out.

"No thank you…" I paused, not sure what the girl's name was.

"Mrs. Hale," she replied quickly. "Alice Hale."

After that, I had left quickly. I didn't want to risk Isabella seeing me so I got back into my car and headed to my newly acquired home. The next few weeks, she was so dominant in my thoughts that I lost massive amounts of sleep. That was when I began the fetish that was Isabella Swan. I dug up any information that I could about her, hoping to find out more about the woman that had caught my thoughts so quickly and had yet to let go.

Imagine my surprise when I drove past her wrecked car.

It seemed like some kind of twisted dream come true. I was horrified that I was delighted to see her again. After all, she had just been through a traumatic crash and all I could think about was how glad I was that she had been brought into my life once again. You sick bastard, I hissed at myself when I jumped out of my car to help her. I took great care with her, checking to make sure she didn't have a broken neck or back before pulling her from the car. Before the drive back to my house, I checked all her vital signs and breathed a deep sigh of relief that she was mostly unharmed. There was a rather large knot forming on the back of her head but, other than that, she seemed okay. I feared that she'd had a concussion, though. Thankfully, father had some medical equipment hidden at home that I had forgotten to get rid of.

And then what had happened only minutes before now . . .

I had let this get out of hand. Why did I force her to make that choice? Was I really that desperate?

As my hands grew quicker over the ivory keys, I sighed. I knew the answer to that first question. I had been ashamed. I had taken this woman, Isabella, to my home instead of the hospital because I wanted to have her near me. Angry at myself, I had made up that story, that agreement between us to justify what I had did. When I had told her to choose now, I had half hoped that she would say no and walk out of my life forever. But she hadn't. She said yes.

And she was here.

Just down the hall.

I clenched my teeth and continued my onslaught of playing, not really managing to make music as much as noise. It was an effective way to get out my frustrations. Suddenly, Clair de Lune didn't seem so relaxing as it once had but was now a galloping horse, afraid of the demons attacking it.

I remembered the sight of her shocked eyes as I left her on that table and walked out after having just fucked her.

I was one sorry son of a bitch.

Suddenly, a long creaking sound reached my ears. Immediately halting my playing, I whirled around, already knowing who it was. Who else was in my house besides Isabella? And sure enough, I saw her standing in the doorway, looking frightened.

Did she honestly think I would hurt her?

"You are awake?" I said calmly, hoping she wouldn't see the elation that surged through me at seeing her face again.

"Yes," she squeaked. She cleared her throat quickly, trying to put more strength into it. "I couldn't sleep," she added.

I turned back to my piano, focusing on keeping my face impassive. Her soft voice drifted to me.

"Sir," she began, uncertain. I suddenly wished I had told her my name. It would have been heaven to hear my cursed name flow from her lips. But it was too late to go back now. "Where are my clothes?"

"Tell me, Isabella," I began. My voice was pure ice as I continued to have my back to her. "Do you find it fashionable to wear clothing that is several sizes too large?"

God, I hated myself. But it was the only way I knew to keep her at arms length but still have her close. I couldn't allow her to see what kind of hold she had on me. I couldn't allow her to see how much power she wielded over me. I would do anything she wanted; all she had to do was ask. That scared and angered me at the same time. Who was she to make me feel this helpless and at her mercy? Who was she to act as if she wasn't begging to be fucked?

I knew she would blush with humiliation at my comment. "No," she muttered.

The shame in her voice nearly broke my heart. I sickened myself. Standing up so fast that the piano bench almost knocked over behind me, I turned to her and walked quickly towards her. She had shut the door and now she pressed her body against it, shrinking away from me. I stopped, shaken by the fact that she was scared of me.

"From now on I will supply your clothing," I said, looking into her soulful brown eyes. Her chest was heaving and I was finding it extremely difficult to keep my eyes from her breasts. She had wrapped another sheet around herself. I remembered that I still had her panties in my pocked. My lips curled in a sick, demented sense of pride. She was mine now. Or at least until she no longer needed any type of medical care. "I have already chosen a few things for you but we will have to buy some more soon. I'm afraid that I haven't supplied any . . . panties or bras."

It was embarrassing to admit this even though it was such a small thing. I hated to show any kind of weakness with her. She already had enough of a hold on me; it would be disastrous to give her anything else to control me with.

Without realizing it, my hand reached out to press softly against her neck, feeling her pulse racing erratically. She stiffened under my touch. It saddened me. I wanted her to become comfortable with me. I wanted to show her I wouldn't hurt her, only bring her pleasure.

I would show her.

"I won't hurt you," I murmured. Her eyes were wide with some unknown emotion. Maybe she was waiting to see what I would do. "I will only pleasure you. Pleasure you can't possibly imagine."

Bringing my lips to her throat, I suckled at the delicious skin there. So soft, so smooth. The erection that I'd had earlier had left. But now it was back in all its former glory. I nipped at her throat softly; then took a harder bite, testing her. She moaned and wrapped her arms around my neck tightly, pressing herself into me. My gentleness was lost on her. She dipped her head and grazed her teeth all the way up my neck roughly.

I groaned and closed my eyes. She was testing my control. If she continued to do things like this, I would revert back to the animal I had been only hours before.

Her hands knotted tightly in my hair, and her lips crashed onto mine.

This time, I lost it.

Pushing her back against the door, I attacked her lips with mine. My hands rand down her body and grabbed the sheet that she had wrapped around her, pulling it from her luscious form. My tongue went inside her mouth, tasting her hot little tongue. She moaned, and I eagerly ate them up. I bit her bottom lip between my teeth just as I rubbed my covered erection right onto her core. The moan that exited her throat was long and low. I pulled that cursed bra off her body, baring her perfect breasts to me. I was going to have to burn it or something so she couldn't ever find it again. Maybe I should make it a rule that couldn't wear any clothes. I grinned, that would be okay with me.

I pulled away from the kiss and watched with satisfaction as her eyes rolled back in her head. I bucked my hips hard into her, causing her to gasp.

"Do you like feeling my hard cock?" I purred into her ear, slipping my hands down her body and playing with her wet lips between her legs. "Do you like feeling how fucking hard you make me?"

"God, just fuck me now," she moaned when I dipped one finger inside her teasingly.

"How long?" I asked, unable to keep my voice from being hard and firm. "How long has it been?"

"Five . . . years."

Five fucking years?

God, why hadn't someone been screwing her? "That's what your problem is," I hissed. She had ran her hands down my chest, scraping her fingernails over my naked skin. "You haven't ever been fucked decently, have you? Except for just a few hours ago, the only place you've had sex was on a bed. Am I correct?"

"Yes . . ." she breathed.

"Let's see if we can change that, shall we?"

Picking up her naked, flushed body up into my arms, I carried her back to my piano. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her naked cunt pressing against my belt. She shivered from the cold metal against her hot, wet folds, and pressed her mouth hungrily to mine. I felt her erect, hard nipples against my chest and I growled. I would fuck her soon and feel my cock once again inside her tight little pussy.

She ran her hands down my back, trailing her nails against my skin so hard it almost hurt. I hissed, sitting down hard on the piano bench. Her ass hit the keys, odd dissonant chords ringing out. If I'd had been focused on anything but this raging lust inside me, I would have been angry that anyone had touched my piano like that.

But I couldn't be angry about that now.

Not when Isabella Swan was sitting naked on my piano, looking absolutely fuckable. My fingers rubbed her clit roughly and my lips attacked every inch of her skin, biting and nipping. I wanted to mark her mine, to show the world that this little tease in front of me was mine and no one elses. She belonged to me.

"Oh shit," she cried out when I began to pump my fingers inside her. Suddenly, she slid off the piano – harsh notes filling my ears – and sank to her knees before me. "It's my job to please you," she murmured, looking up at me. Then she undid my pants, sliding the black fabric down enough so that my very hard member sprang out.

Just the sight of her kneeling only inches away from my hard dick was enough to make me bit my lip and groan. I knew that image would haunt me for many dreams to come. If I had thought the sight of her like that was arousing, then the next thing she did nearly made me cum right away. She placed the head of my dick between her teeth, holding it gently in place while she swirled her tongue around it. My hands clutched her hair, holding her head in place to keep her from standing up.

"Fuck," I growled, clenching my eyes shut. The hard piano seat was uncomfortable beneath me but I wouldn't have moved for the world.

She now filled her mouth with me, putting as much of my throbbing cock as she could into her mouth. She sucked on me once, long and hard, before she grazed her teeth along my shaft. I groaned. "Damn it, Isabella," I hissed. She then pulled her head back so now the only thing inside her mouth was the head of my pulsing erection. Using her hands to pump me, she abruptly increased her pace to almost a frenzy. The friction from her hands warmed my cock, causing such pleasure inside me I was sure I was going explode.

Her head bobbed back and forth, doing amazing things to me with her pouty-red lips and delicious tongue. I bucked up into her mouth, not coherent enough to wonder if I was hurting her.

"Oh, hell. . . fucking shit!" I growled when she squeezed my thickness and pulled sharply.

Then she sucked hard on the head and I was lost. I came hard and fast into her mouth, releasing in three streams. She swallowed every bit, to my surprise. I groaned again at the knowledge that she readily swallowed my seed, my juices. Oh fuck, I was hard all over again.

"You little cock tease," I said, pulling her up and setting her back on the keys of my piano. "Now you're really getting fucked. You should know better than to go down on me when I'm trying to fuck you senseless." I was half teasing and half serious. I hadn't been finished with her yet when she decided to taste me. Now she was going to get fucked twice as hard.

"You . . . didn't like . . . it?" Each pause was punctuated by the pace of my fingers inside her.

"The hell I did." My voice was only a growl, full of lust and need. "But I wasn't finished with you. Now you're going to get it twice as hard."

Just as I said that last word, I spread her thighs, pulling them slightly upwards so the penetration would be deeper, and slammed my pulsing dick into her core.

She screamed, her fingers struggling to find purchase on my chest, something to hold onto. She finally grabbed my hair and pulled my lips to hers. My mouth was hungry and insistent, not at all gentle. But neither was hers.

It surprised me that this woman I had thought of for so long as an angel could be capable of such wild lust. That she was fucking me back with as much enthusiasm as I possessed shocked me. She wasn't just pure and honest, she was downright sexy. That thought spurred me on, and I held her onto the tiny ledge of the piano's keys.

I pounded into her, standing up now. She wrapped her legs around me, her heels settling into my ass. Disjointed, chaotic chords sounded around us, turning me on more than ever before. Never would I have thought that I would fuck anyone on my piano, much less Isabella. I moved my mouth to her neck as I continued to pound into her.

"Oh shit," she cried out. "I'm so fucking close."

"Has anyone ever fucked you on a piano, Isabella?" I knew they hadn't but I just wanted to hear her say it. I wanted to hear her say all the things she wanted me to do to her.

"Ohhhhhhh," she moaned deeply, her nails scratching my back. I pulled out, about to slam back into her when I realized she hadn't answered me. Damn it, it was so hard to think when I was so close to cumming. But I wanted her to say it. My eyes trailed down to her body to her red, dripping pussy. I could practically see her throbbing with her need.

"No, damn it! Don't stop now," she protested, reaching down to pull my cock towards her.

"Say it! Have you ever been fucked on a piano?"

"No."

"Have you ever been fucked on a table?"

"No."

"And has anyone ever fucked you while your hot little pussy is pressed against a window?"

I heard her gasp, eyes flying open to stare into mine. Yes, I had many things planned for us. I was going to have her in every room of my house . . . eventually. And the window was only one of my plans.

"N-no," she stuttered.

I pulled her legs up so that they rest on my shoulders. Holding her hips with my hands, I thrust back into her. She arched sharply, her ass digging into the instrument below her. Her scream of pleasure sounded around me.

"Do you know how many rooms there are in this house?" I asked, gritting my teeth as I pounded into her again.

Her mouth opened but nothing came out besides her moans and screams. "No," she finally whispered.

"Forty-two," I answered. "And I'm going to fuck your tight little pussy in each of them." I made sure that she was staring into my eyes when I spoke again. "And hard."

She threw her head back and moaned.

I could tell she was approaching her climax. Her walls began to clench tightly around my cock, milking me until I thought I would go insane. Then she clamped down on my dick and orgasmed, screaming profanities.

That hot brick-wall of pleasure surged towards me. I continued to fuck her, wanting to bring her so much pleasure that she'd remember it for weeks. But when I came, it was impossible do anything but experience the orgasm that washed over me. Her legs were so tight around me that my legs should have been blue from lack of circulation.

When she began to come around again, I pulled her mouth back to mine for another kiss.

"Two rooms down," I purred into her ear. "Forty to go."

Ori: So there is Edward's POV! He's not such a harsh man once you get inside his head. I can't help but be afraid that this lemon wasn't nearly as good as the last one though. And Jason did fantastic with Edward's POV, don't you think? I helped a little but he did most of the hard work.

Jason: babe, stop doing that.

Ori: doing what?

Jason: putting yourself down like that. You were just as important to this chapter as I was.

Ori: *giggles* You seem to have a . . . problem. *points to Jason's lap*

Jason: That happened because of this chapter! Care to help me with it, babe? *winks*

Ori: *melts*