Ori: Okay, so since there were a few questions for Jason that I thought should be addressed here. Just in case anyone else has the same questions but doesn't want to ask. So first question, have you ever read Twilight?

Jason: Yep, I have.

Ori: Okay, next one. So, Jason, do your wonderful details come from experience or imagination? (I thought it was kinda funny how nobody asked ME that question. All you lovely ladies are hitting on my man. lol. jk jk)

Jason: This is a personal question, isn't it? Well, the answer is both. Obviously, I've never had sex involving a piano (but wouldn't that be something to tell the kids. lol ) so that's the imagination part. The other parts come from experience, I suppose. That's all you girls are gonna get. *winks*

Ori: I wonder if there are any guys reading this. I read somewhere that 85% of all people on fanfiction are female . . . interesting.

Jason: And because Flora73's birthday is coming up really soon, this chapter is dedicated to her! Happy Birthday, babe! Hope you have a wonderful time!

NOTE: This is not a BDSM story. Bella is NOT a sub and Edward is NOT a dom. Got it? Hopefully. Just thought we should clear that up since a few people were confused.

Isabella Swan

After what happened on the piano, he said it would be a good idea if I got some rest. I went back to what I was starting to think of as my new bedroom, with shaking legs. I tried to sleep, I truly did, but memories of only minutes before replayed in my mind. I couldn't help but remember the way his hard cock plunged into me and how his hands gripped my thighs, pulling me closer.

After about an hour of this, I growled in frustration and sat up in the bed. I wasn't going to get any sleep like this. The room was dark around me, and not even a sliver of moon leaked through the window.

There was a door in the corner that I hadn't noticed before. With my curiosity piqued, I slowly slid off the bed. I had slept naked since I couldn't find my clothes. My panties were in that man's pocket and I didn't want to only have my bra on. I might as well sleep naked.

As I pulled the door open, I couldn't help wondering where it led. Only darkness lay inside. I moved my hand along the wall, searching for the light switch.

When the light came on, I gasped.

It was a very large walk-in closet. Most of the space was empty, but the metal rack against the wall was filled with clothes. I wondered if those were the clothes that he said he had bought me. I walked over and inspected the clothing. Everything looked like something Alice would wear – all expensive and very fashionable. There were a lot of dresses and knee-length skirts. I checked through every part of that closet, hoping to find some underwear. I didn't care if they were granny panties, I would wear them. But there was nothing.

I reluctantly pulled on a dress over my naked body. I had been unable to find my bra now. The dress was a pastel yellow and came to mid-thigh. It fit me perfectly. I wondered if he knew my size or had simply guessed.

Suddenly I smelt food. My stomach growled hungrily; I hadn't ate the whole time I was unconscious. I smelled something sweet.

I had no idea where the kitchen was but it was time I learned.

Barefoot, I went into the halls. I saw that through the window, the sky was lightening – dawn was approaching. I turned the corner at the end of the hall and slowly walked past the stairway to my left. These doors didn't have labels on them so I simply had to try doorknobs.

The smell of food was stronger now. One door opened but it was only the bathroom. I peed quickly while marveling at the splendor of his bathroom. If this house had forty-two rooms, there were bound to be more than one bathroom.

After using the bathroom, I tried the other door.

The smell of breakfast hit me full on the face, and I nearly melted. This was the kitchen. It was spacious with granite countertops and beautiful wood cabinets. That bronze-haired god stood in front of the stove, creating French toast.

"Hungry, Isabella?" he asked calmly, not looking up.

Immediately, his silky voice caused my heart to speed up. There was something about him that called to me, awakening something deep inside my body.

"Yes," I said, unsure of what to say.

It was silent for a few moments. I was acutely aware of the fact that I wasn't wearing any underwear.

"You may sit," he finally said. I looked around and chose a stool that was placed under the bar that extended from the counter. And still, he never once looked up at me. "I expect you to remember where the bathroom and kitchen are, now that you have discovered them. And by now, you are a missing person. I would like for you to call your parents or friends so that I won't have the police on my doorstep to arrest me."

"My parents are dead," I replied without thinking. It no longer pained me to say it. Their deaths had been so long ago that it didn't grieve me anymore. Now it was simply a fact of my past, like the day I had been born.

That seemed to shock him. He paused a moment, but not long enough for me to speak. "Nevertheless, I want you to call someone." His voice was firm.

I sighed and slid off the stool, going to the cordless phone that sat patiently on the counter. I dialed Alice's number and waited.

"Hello?"

"Alice?" My forehead creased in confusion. That didn't sound like Alice.

"No, this is Jasper. Here she is," he replied. Who was Jasper?

"Hello?" said the familiar tinkling voice that I knew and loved.

"Alice?"

"Bella! Where are you? We've been looking everywhere for you! The cops have been searching for you too. Oh my God, I thought you were dead! I get a call saying that a teenager had found your crashed car on the side of the read but you weren't in it?"

"Alice, let me explain!" I took a deep breath. "I was in a car crash. But I am okay now." I didn't think it would be a good idea to keep mine and my savior's deal a secret. "I'm staying at a hotel for a few days to rest. I'm perfectly fine."

"So you just left your car?" She sounded skeptical.

"Just please call off the search for me. Or just do something about it. You know how I hate the attention."

There was only silence on her end.

I heard her breathe in deeply. "Are you sure you're okay, Bella?" she asked. "I'll come and get you if you're in trouble."

I smiled slightly. She sounded worried that I was tied to a chair with a gun to my head. Maybe she thought I had been kidnapped. Then my smile dropped. In a way, I had been kidnapped. Doesn't kidnapping constitute taking someone and keeping them somewhere? That was what he had done. I quickly shook off that thought, though. If you were kidnapped, you were held against your will. But I had agreed to this. I sighed, my thoughts were so mixed up and convoluted that they didn't make any sense.

"I'm fine," I said finally. "I just need some time to clear my head for a while. I don't know when I'll be back so tell Mr Preston to get someone to fill in for me." Mr Preston was the head librarian where I worked. If I was going to be at this man's house then Mr Preston was going to have to find a replacement for me.

"When are you coming back?"

"I don't know. But it shouldn't be more than a few weeks."

"Well . . ." she trailed off, still uncertain. "I guess I'll see you later then."

"Thanks, Alice," I said with relief. I didn't think that she could call off the search – obviously only the police did that – but she could do something to let them know that I had just taken some time to 'clear my head'.

I set the phone back in its plastic little cradle and turned towards him. My heart spiked unexpectedly. His eyes seemed darker than when I had last seen them, the green almost black now. Maybe it was the light in the kitchen or maybe my mind was going, but there seemed to be something blazing behind his eyes. I didn't look like anger, or even lust, but something deeper altogether. And I didn't know what it was about him, but whenever he looked at me my body went out of control – my heart speeding and my breathing becoming shallower.

"Are you ready to taste breakfast?" he asked. His low, erotic voice caused moisture to seep between my legs.

"Yes," I squeaked. I suddenly wished I was one of those women that were strong and independent. I had never been anything but shy, frustrated Bella.

He sat two plates down at the bar, both filled with French toast, and turned away from me to sit down on the opposite side. I didn't know if I was supposed to speak or be silent. So, to be on the safe side, I sat quietly at the bar where I had been before. I glanced up from under my eyelashes to see him looking at me with an unfathomable expression. His eyes were still guarded and hard, and I couldn't help but wonder what was going on inside his head.

I cautiously cut up the French toast and popped a piece into my mouth. Damn, he was a good cook. I moaned softly, this was the best French toast I had ever eaten in my life. I thought I saw his lips twitch, as if he was about to smile. That's when I realized that I hadn't ever seen him smile. I wondered why he was so somber all the time, so unhappy. A swift desire burned through me, I wanted to make him happy. I wanted to be the one to make him smile.

"Are you a doctor?" I asked suddenly, unaware that I was even going to ask that question.

"Not exactly," he began. "My father was one, among other things, and he had tried to teach me a few things. I know the basics, enough to get a CNA's license if I wanted." His eyes never left his plate. "If you're wondering whether I will hurt you by trying to treat you, then you have nothing to worry over. I would never give you any antibiotics or sedative unless I was absolutely sure of the side-effects, repercussions, and how your body would receive it. I am nothing if not thorough."

I nodded, absorbing this piece of information. He had experience, but not a degree. And I trusted him. I believed every word coming from his mouth. Somehow, I knew that this mysterious man wouldn't lie to me.

"How are you feeling today?" he asked. "Soreness?"

I couldn't tell if he was asking because of last night or because of the car crash. I shifted my legs a little.

I nodded, slightly embarrassed. I hadn't had any type of sexual intercourse for five years and then being fucked hard two times in one night had really taken its toll. There was a slight ache between my legs. My wet core didn't help that either. I was getting worked up simply by watching this man eat, the way he closed his mouth over his fork and licked his fingers. It was almost like foreplay.

"What about nausea? Any vomiting?"

My nose wrinkled in disgust. "No."

"How about dizziness?"

"A little," I admitted reluctantly. A few times in the last hour I had experienced what felt like vertigo. And the back of my head was very tender. I knew I would feel the receding bump on the back of my head if I reached up.

He nodded slightly, taking a deep drink from his glass of orange juice. I watched as he swallowed, his Adam's apple moving.

"I'm going to have to retune the piano," he said when he had finished. His eyes lifted to look straight into mine with a gaze that spoke of pure desire. "Though, I have to say, I'm not the slightest bit upset about how it got that way."

I blushed darkly but felt my nipples harden in arousal and the place between my legs grow soaking wet. I wished vehemently that I had panties to at least stop the flow of juices from my cunt. I crossed my legs tightly, hoping he didn't know the effect he had on me.

"If you feel well enough, would you like to accompany me to the pool room, Isabella?" he inquired.

"I don't have a bathing suit," I replied stupidly. I could have smacked myself. Obviously whatever we were going to do there didn't have anything to do with covering our bodies.

"You won't need one."

I nearly fainted.

"Meet me in the pool room in ten minutes." His eyes raked over my body, as if he could see straight through the dress. "I don't want a scrap of clothing on your body." He placed his plate in the sink, rinsing it off, then walked out the door. I tried to restart my heart. My mouth was hanging slightly open in shock. I knew what we were going to do but I couldn't help but be surprised.

I stumbled off the stool, taking my plate to the sink. I debated doing the dishes for a moment before shrugging it off. He said ten minutes – no way in this world would I be late.

Going back to my room, my mind was in turmoil. The poolroom? Were we going to swim together? My knees nearly gave on me from the thought. I hadn't seen him naked yet. I could only imagine what kind of glorious body that a face like that could have. I had felt his muscles before, one in particular, and I wondered if all of them were as impressive.

Pulled the dress over my head, I was left completely naked. I shivered and pulled open my door. I didn't like going into that hallway completely naked. I had always been very shy and modest, so it was difficult for me to be so exposed now. I rushed to the door, simply anxious to be in a room and not where anyone could see me. I wildly wondered if he had maids that cleaned his house.

Oh shit, I wished I knew his name. At least it would give me something to call him.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door with the brass plate labeling it "pool". What met my eyes was certainly not what I expected. There, in the center of the room was a pool table. Around it were various armchairs and couches. A table was pushed into the corner and a rack was hung on the wall, holding the pool sticks. The curtains were drawn, allowing no sunlight to enter. The only source of light was the stained-glass lamp above the pool table. I had been so wrong about what was in this room. But I didn't see him.

"Have you ever played billiards before, Isabella?" a smooth voice asked from behind me. I whirled just in time to see him shut the door behind us. His bronze hair was tousled, as if he had just ran his hands through it.

"Yes," I replied, covering my breasts with my arms.

"Good. But have you ever played while your being eaten out?"

Oh shit.

"N-n-no," I managed. My eyes widened.

I watched him as he walked to the sticks that hung on the wall. He selected one and applied the blue chalk to the tip. "Then this should be interesting. I shall make a deal with you." His eyes glanced up into mine. "If you can sink all the even numbered balls before eight o' clock then I will let you choose the next room. If not, then I will choose. If you don't win, then the bondage room is next."

He handed me the pool stick. I took it hesitantly. Oh God, the bondage room. I almost hoped I lost. I wondered if I was wrong about what lay inside the bondage room. But who was I kidding, bondage could only mean one thing.

"As I said before," he continued. "I won't go easy on you. I want you bound and spread for me, and I'm willing to work for it." He was absolutely serious. "Begin." He gestured towards the pool table, and I knew I was supposed to start.

I hesitantly bent over the table to break the balls that were already in position. He moved out of my peripheral vision and went behind me. I knew I was in trouble.

Right when I pulled back my arm to hit the cue ball, I felt two hands cup my ass, squeezing tightly. I gasped and managed to knock the cue ball into the corner pocket, by-passing my target entirely. My juices poured out of my core. I felt his clothed body press against me, his hard erection rubbing over me.

"You won't win that way," he said, running his hand to the front of my body, playing absently with my hairless pussy. "You can do better than that, Isabella." His voice was almost disapproving, stern.

I breathed raggedly, trying to control my erratic heart. He allowed me to walk to the end of the table to get the cue ball out of the pocket. His eyes never once left me, and I felt more self-conscious than ever. His eyes were so intense that I was afraid I would cum just from looking at them. I carefully avoided his eyes and went back to the end of the table, my body screaming for me to run away and hide.

This time he let me break successfully. The balls made a cracking sound as they collided, spreading out over the table. He was toying with me, teasing me.

Bending over so that I could aim for the ball with the four printed on it, I shot before he could distract me. It went into the side pocket easily. Feeling braver than before, I focused on the six, determined to win this game. Obviously, I was looking forward to the bondage room, but I was also afraid of what he would do. I knew he wouldn't hurt me, no matter how curt he was, but that didn't stop the anxiety from taking over me.

Abruptly, he reached between my legs and began to rub my clit. I moaned and forgot what I had been doing. His left hand pressed me back into his body while his right hand roughly rubbed me.

"Oh God," I moaned. He was too good. I couldn't concentrate like this and he knew it. His lips trailed down my back, eliciting shivers from me.

"Mmmm. I wonder how you taste." His voice was low and deep, his breath fanning over my skin. He put two fingers inside of me and began to pump my aching cunt. I was dripping and unable to hold the pool stick correctly. It fell from my hands and I gripped the edge of the table for dear life, clenching my eyes shut. "You're not giving in now," he disagreed firmly. "You're going to play. I won't let you forfeit."

He leaned down and picked my pool stick up for me. I opened my eyes reluctantly and took it from him. "If you give up then I won't touch you for three days."

That was enough to make me focus on the game. My mind was hazy with lust and I could barely think, but I knew it would be much worse if he wouldn't do anything to me for three days. I didn't think I could endure that.

I managed to hit the six ball, but it didn't fall into the pocket I had been intending. It was difficult for me to aim. I aimed once again, determined to get this stubborn ball in the pocket.

Then his hands spread my legs far apart, and he placed his mouth on my soaking core.

I cried out, dropped my pool stick, and clung to the edge of the table once again. His mouth worked at me roughly, plunging his tongue deep inside me. He bit and sucked at my hot folds, dragging my juices from my core. He was kneeling, his hands holding my thighs apart. He bit down on my nub and I screamed.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God," I moaned.

He ran his tongue in a circle movement along the walls of my pussy. My knees gave out but his strong hands held me from falling. My whole weight rested on the hands that held my thighs.

"Damn," he growled. "You are fucking delicious."

I angled my hips so that he could eat me out properly. Suddenly he wasn't there any more. He sat my legs properly on the ground and moved away. I growled in frustration. Damn it! Why did he have to do this to me? I was nearly to the point where I would just attack him and force him to fuck me. I made sure I could walk correctly before aiming once more. This time, I sank two even ones in before he distracted me again.

I bent over the table once more to sink in the two ball.

"You have such a pretty little ass, Isabella," he purred in my ear. "But by the time I'm through with it, it will be fucked so many times and in so many different places and positions that it will never be the same again." His hand squeezed my breasts, kneading them in his hands. "And such a delicious, fuckable little pussy. You naughty girl, agreeing to be mine to do with as I wish. You should have known better. Count this as the third room in which you are going to be fucked."

I had been holding my breath, afraid to even make one movement lest he back away again. I felt something brush against my ass. Something that felt suspiciously like the head of his cock. I moved back into him to be certain, and sure enough, his cock pressed hard into my ass cheeks. My eyes rolled back and I moaned.

"You fucking little tease," he growled, his hands tight on my hips. "Don't fuck with me."

"Oh shit, please," I groaned. "I don't care about winning. Just please . . . God, just fuck me."

He quickly turned me, holding my weight easily with his arms, and sat me on the edge of the pool table. He positioned me so that my knees were bent and my feet were on the edge as well, spreading me wide open for him. Looking at his shirt-clad chest, I vowed that in the near future I would see him naked. I was going to see my savior without anything on. And soon.

He unbuckled his belt and pants faster than I would have thought possible. His expression was firm and determined as I watched his erection spring out of his pants. The mere sight of him, hard and erect, made my hold onto the table harder. I rested on my palms, my arms out behind me a little.

His eyes were blazing with lust. He deliberately rubbed the head of his cock over my core. I stiffened, clenching my eyes shut. Then he entered me a little, only allowing a few inches to go inside me. I growled with annoyance. I wasn't in the mood for teasing. Leaning up so that I could grasp his dick in my hand, I pulled him towards me.

"Fuck me now, dammit," I hissed in his ear.

A delicious growl rumbled through his chest and he thrust into me. I screamed at the pleasure instantly slamming into me. Oh my God, I had forgotten how fucking good this felt. My walls clenched around his member as I struggled to keep from climaxing so soon.

"Shit, you're so tight," he groaned, slamming into me again. "How can you still be this fucking tight?"

He grasped my hips with his hands, pulling me into each one of his thrusts. I angled my hips so that he could go deeper. His head hung forward, biting his lip. I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer, they involuntarily clenched shut as I struggled to handle the pleasure he was ramming into me.

"I'm ruining all my fucking possessions," he muttered just as he pulled out. "This table is going to be off-balanced now thanks to us."

He slammed into me once more, pushing me over the edge and into my orgasm. I screamed, arching against him with my head hanging back. I felt him release into cunt. Swiftly, he turned me around and bent me over the table.

"The second I saw you bent over this pool table, naked, my cock screamed to fuck your pussy until it was red and aching. I'm going to take you like this," he warned, squeezing my ass cheeks. "If you don't like it then you had better stop me now."

Instead of speaking, I thrust my hips back into him. He positioned himself at the entrance of my pussy and plunged into me roughly.

My eyes snapped open and I struggled to hold onto something. But only the flat, green felt of the pool table lay under me. I settled for the inside edge of the table.

"Oh fuck!" I screamed when he moved into me again. My hips pushed back into him, greeting each of his thrust with my own.

"I'm going to bury my cock so deep inside you you'll never get it out."

His voice was low and throaty, punctuated by his savage thrusts. He was fucking me in an almost crazed pace, punishing my wet core with his hard dick. But fuck, I wanted it. His hands grasped my hips, positioning me so that I was impaled deeply on his cock. I screamed every time he plunged into me. I felt him cum twice inside me while I climaxed at least three times from that alone.

"I win," he said into my ear while I was coming down from the extreme high of my multiple orgasms, his hands dipping inside my pussy. "Bondage room. Tomorrow at three o clock."

Jason: Now THAT is what you call a fucking perfect game of pool.

Ori: Stop being so perverted, people are going to think we're sluts.

Jason: I'd be a slut for you any day, babe. *winks*

Ori: *blushes* Not now, 'kay?

Jason: Later then?

Ori: Definitely later.

Jason: Don't think I won't remember. This horny boy has got a perfect memory.