Ori: Okay, so this will be another questionnaire. There are questions that were addressed to both of us, but I figured that Jason could answer them since he know basically everything about me. And they're personal, so yeah.

Jason: More personal questions??? Well, okay . . . . .

Ori: Are you a virgin, Jason?

Jason: No.

Ori: Is Ori a virgin? *blushes*

Jason: Yes.

Ori: *still blushing* If she is a virgin – which, I am – then do you intend to change that?

Jason: *grins* Well, yes I do. But not immediately. I'm willing to wait for when my girl is ready for me. After all, patience is a virtue and I won't rush her. But yes, someday I will fuck my delicious little Ori.

Ori: . . . . . . . . . . . . *speeding heart* . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Jason: babe, you okay?

Ori: Uhhh . . . . . . . Yeah, I'm fine . . . . . . I think.

Jason: So, onto the story!

Isabella Swan

My legs were no better than jell-o when he gently released me from the shackles. My whole body was jell-o, not simply my legs. I was coherent enough to feel him tenderly rubbing the feeling back into my wrists and ankles.

He silently held me in his arms, carrying me back into my bedroom. I opened my eyes to see two very large, very deep eyes staring back into mine. The hard, stern glare was gone, replaced with a kind, caring gaze.

"You must rest," he said, laying me on my bed.

"I don't want to." I reached up, wrapping my arms around his neck to keep him from standing straight up. "Please stay with me."

"Isabella," he warned.

"Please?"

He sighed, staring into my eyes for a moment before sitting on the edge of my bed. My heart leapt in excitement. I was thankful that he wasn't going to disappear again like a ghost in the night again. Sometimes I couldn't help but believe this was all a dream, a very mixed-up and erotic dream.

I was still naked, but I couldn't care less. Edward brought the blankets up to my breasts, careful not to look anywhere but my eyes.

"How are you feeling?"

"Fine, I suppose." I was anxious to learn more about him. Biting my lip, I decided to ask. "Why . . . Am I keeping you from your work?"

His smile was mirthless. "No. I have taken two weeks off."

"Where do you work?"

"A boring brick building downtown." He saw my expression and then added, "I'm an accountant."

"Oh." I nodded once, thinking that over.

"If you don't mind me asking," he began. "How did your parents die?"

His question took me off guard. I hadn't expected him to ask anything like that. "They were both killed in a car crash when I was five. I don't remember them very well. I went to live with my grandparents afterwards."

"I'm sorry, Isabella." His voice was sincere and soft.

"Why do you call me that?"

He looked startled. "What do you mean?"

"Why do you call me Isabella?"

"That's your name," he pointed out.

"Yes, but no one calls me it. Why don't you say Bella?"

He was silent for a moment and I feared that he wasn't going to answer me. But he simply asked, "would you like me to call you Bella?"

"Whatever you want to call me is fine," I said diplomatically. "But everyone calls me Bella. It's shorter, I suppose."

"But I am not 'everyone'. So I will continue to call you Isabella. I want to be the only one who addresses you that way." His emerald eyes suddenly sparkled with mischief, and he smirked. "Maybe that will help you remember me."

As if I needed anything to help me remember him. He was already the dominant thing in my thoughts. When he had left this morning I couldn't stop my mind from going over every detail of his face and chest. It had infuriated me that I couldn't seem to find anything else interesting. Why did I find it so hard to tear my thoughts away from him?

"If you feel up to it, I could make you something to eat for dinner," he offered. "I've been told that I make a delicious spaghetti dinner."

I laughed. It was the first time I had actually seen a lighter, more approachable side of him. When I had laughed, something entered his eyes. Pride perhaps? "I would love to," I finally answered.

He nodded, unsure of what to do. Then he stood up and walked out of the room so quickly that I didn't have time to stop him. I sat still for a moment, try to choose whether to follow him or stay put.

I decided to go with my first option.

Searching through the closet, I found something that I thought he might like. I pulled on the dark blue sweater and a black A-line skirt. Somehow, I was going to have to acquire some underwear soon. However, I was beginning to get used to the way the dress material brushed over my bare skin.

I found Edward already cooking in the kitchen. He had rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, exposing his toned forearms, and his bronze hair was even more tousled than usual, as if he had just ran his hands through it.

"You can sit there." He motioned towards a stool that was pushed under the bar. I obeyed, simply content to watch him work. He placed a tray of garlic bread into the oven while simmering the sauce on the stove, the noodles beside it.

I noticed that he used only copper pots for cooking. I couldn't help but be impressed. Copper pots and pans were expensive, very expensive. I was slowly beginning to understand just how wealthy Edward was.

Dinner was mostly silent again, suddenly tense. I missed the simple openness that we had shared in my room but I didn't know what to say to bring it back. He had put up his walls once again. Even though he had been honest with me earlier, I could sense that his happy façade had been just that – a mask. There was something hidden under that well-crafted mask. There was pain beneath it, that I was sure of.

As I took the last bite of my dinner, he spoke. "Follow me." He quickly placed the dishes in the dishwasher before walking out the door. I followed as quickly as I could. I stayed behind him, allowing him to lead me. I quickly checked my breath. I had only ate a small piece of garlic bread, hoping the smell wouldn't linger on my breath. He hadn't been lying when he said he cooked a delicious spaghetti dinner. It was by far the best I had ever eaten.

For some reason it surprised me that we were walking down the stairs to the first floor. My eyes drifted down his back, locking onto his ass. I blushed, realizing that I was staring. But, I had to admit, he had the nicest ass I'd ever seen. Those black slacks suddenly seemed very sinful to me.

"I'll leave you to get undressed," he said, opening a door.

It was labeled "sauna".

My knees suddenly felt weak, and I leaned on the wall for support. He disappeared into the room. Taking a deep breath, pausing for a long moment, I hesitatingly entered. What I saw wasn't a sauna. It looked like a bare room with a closet on one side and a door on the other. I saw a folded stack of clothing on the dresser and my heart rate was suddenly racing out of control.

Those were Edward's clothes.

That meant he was naked.

I spotted a door situated in the corner. I could only assume that the actual sauna was through the door.

With shaking hands and a quivering stomach, I undressed and took a towel from the dresser, wrapping it tightly around my body.

I placed my hand on the doorknob to the sauna. I could do this, I told myself. Edward was on the other side of this door, all I had to do was open it and I would be with him. My sudden anxiety was ridiculous. Why should I be nervous now? But I already knew the answer to that question. This would be the first time I would see him naked.

Before I could talk myself out of it, I turned the knob and entered the sauna, closing the door behind me.

I couldn't see anything because of the steam. It was all around me, so thick that I couldn't see more than a foot away from me. Sweat began to break out over my skin from the intense heat.

"Don't turn around," a deep male voice purred into my ear from behind. Two hands rested on my hips, over the white towel. They slowly slid inside the towel, flitting over my bare skin. I gasped but obeyed, biting my lip. Then he pulled the towel from my body, dropping it somewhere to the right. The steam hit me, instantly flushing my pale skin. "Beautiful," he murmured into my neck.

He turned me towards him and I saw Edward unclothed for the first time. His body was quite literally perfect. He was lithely muscled with hard abs and defined legs. I made sure not to stare too long at his cock.

It was suddenly very hard to breathe. I decided to blame that on the steam.

"I have been very foolish, Bella. I don't know how I could have forgotten something so critical." His eyes darkened. "But I won't let it happen again." His voice was like steel, hard with determination.

"What's wrong?"

"Antibiotics neutralize birth control pills, rendering them ineffective. Like I said, I won't be so stupid again; I won't put you in the difficult position of being pregnant. I'll be damned if I'll let it happen."

A small lance of fear pierced my heart when his words finally sank in. I could only hope I wasn't already pregnant. He took my hands in his.

"I am truly sorry for my carelessness." His voice was low and earnest. "I want you to know that if that has already happened, I will support you and the child."

I didn't like talking about this. I didn't want to speak any more of it. I placed my hand lightly over his mouth. "Please can we . . . can we just not talk about it anymore?"

His face softened almost imperceptibly. He took my hand from his mouth and kissed the inside of my wrist. Shivers exploded over my skin from his touch despite the heat. Never taking his eyes from mine, he trailed his lips up my skin to my elbow, then to my shoulder and neck, sometimes letting his tongue touch my skin.

"Come sit with me." Still holding my hand in his, he led me to the left. I still couldn't see where I was going for all the steam. I watched him sit down on what looked to be a wooden bench that connected with the wall. His hair was damp from the steam and small beads of sweat lingered on his skin. He pulled me down so that I sat in his lap, straddling him.

I focused on keeping my breathing steady, but it was getting harder and harder to do. Or should I say that he was getting harder and harder. I couldn't ignore his lengthening dick that was only an inch from my core.

Abruptly, that familiar need came over me once again. I needed to feel him close to me, inside me. I had never wanted any man as much as I wanted him, had never craved the touch of a man like I hungered for his.

I crushed my mouth to his, trying to convey the depth of my passion. My hands tangled in his hair, scooting closer to him so that my breasts pressed against his hard chest. Edward's tongue ran over my bottom lip before moving into my mouth. Slowly, our kiss grew more heated, hungrier.

His hands held my face securely to his as his tongue battled with mine for dominance. Edward bit my bottom lip, sucking on it. I was gasping for breath when we broke away, my heart threatening to beat out of my chest. His hands moved so that they cupped my breasts.

With all gentleness gone, he plumped one breast up so that the erect nipple was pointing out. With wide eyes and a trembling body, I watched as he bit and sucked at the nipple until it was bright red. I moaned loudly, my body internally screaming for him. He turned his attentions to my other breast, teasing me into a writhing, sweating mess. His hands gripped my hips tightly, moving lower to massage my ass.

The room was so hot I could have sworn I was burning from the inside out. Everywhere he touched lit a bonfire within my skin. His teeth scraped over my body dangerously, and I was soon moaning a stream of profanities.

He quickly reached over, taking something out of a woven basket that sat in the corner. The foil package was unmistakable. At another time, I might have said something sarcastic about the fact that he kept condoms in a sauna, but I couldn't think right now.

"Isabella," he said lowly. "You have to move back a little."

But he leaned forward, taking my earlobe between his teeth, and I forgot how to do anything but melt in his arms. My hands ran down his chest, memorizing the feel of the muscles beneath my fingers. I leaned down, making a circle with my tongue around his left nipple.

A barely audible groan left his lips. His hands took hold of my hips almost too tightly and set me down hard beside him.

"Don't make me tie you down," he warned.

The wood was warm under my bare ass. I watched as he pulled the condom onto his hard cock. As soon as he was finished, I moved so that I was straddling his lap once again, my core pressing into his steel-hard dick.

"You just keep asking for it, don't you?" he growled. "You keep begging me to fuck you."

"Hell yes," I breathed. His mouth descended onto mine for a bone-melting kiss. I couldn't remember how to think, I couldn't remember how to breathe. I couldn't even remember my name.

His hand went between my legs, playing with the wet, silky folds of my aching cunt. I gasped, the pleasure slowly building inside me. His thumb roughly rubbed my clit so hard that it should have been painful. I should have pushed him away. That's what any decent woman would do. But I had left all decency behind me when I agreed to our arrangement. I was no longer simple Bella, I was lustful Isabella who craved not only the pleasure that this man inspired within me but also knowledge about him.

He had something buried deep within his past, something that still haunted him. I wanted to help him overcome it, to rise above his torment. But he had to trust me first. I trusted him completely and I hoped that he would grow to feel the same.

I was brought out of my thoughts when Edward lifted me off his lap so that I hovered over his dick. His green eyes were dark with lust and some other unfathomable emotion, speaking to something deep inside me.

I felt as if a wire was attached to deep inside my core, pulled taunt and thrumming with desire. His hands scorched into my skin, burning me. The ever-present steam swirled around us, and I nearly wept with the need for him to fill me.

Abruptly, he dropped me. His cock entered me roughly, almost too roughly. The pain instantly converted to pleasure and a weak scream left my lips. Edward's growl filled my ears and he pressed my hips down onto him. "Fuck."

He lifted me again, my pussy hovering over him. The head of his member brushed against my opening, and I moaned. Then he let go and I cried out, my eyes clenched shut.

"Do you enjoy the roughness of my dick filling your pussy?" His voice was gruff with need. He rubbed my nub almost violently with his fingers while I was impaled onto his cock. My hands knotted tightly in his hair, my back arching sharply. "Do you like the way gravity makes me fuck you?"

"Yes," I whimpered. "Oh fuck, yes."

He dropped me onto him for the third time and I just managed to bite my scream back.

"Then let me know how much you fucking love the way I eat you out, the way I punish your dripping pussy with my pulsing dick." His eyes locked onto mine. "Scream for me, Isabella. I want the world to know you're mine and mine alone." He began to increase his pace, filling me and exiting me so fast that my eyes rolled back from the pleasure.

My breathing was heavy; I was panting and clinging to him like the steam clung to my skin. His hands cupped my ass, allowing him to manipulate my body better. With white-hot ecstasy shrieking through me, I felt his lips at my ear.

"Let me hear your scream," he commanded. "I want to hear how much you enjoy me fucking you."

When he reached down to pinch my clit between my fingers, I came violently, arching and screaming into the steam-filled room. The sound echoed off the tiny space.

"Damn it, Isabella," he groaned. "Oh fuck."

My whole body felt as if it was on fire, dying for water, and yet loving the way the flames consumed me. My toes were curled, my body rigid from my orgasm.

I slowly regained coherency again, focusing on moving my limbs. I opened my eyes to see Edward's own green orbs to be clenched shut. Memorizing the sight of him, I moved off him, biting my lip against the friction that was created from his cock sliding out of me.

He had pleased me in so many ways. Now it was my turn. I slid to my knees before him so that his dick was at eyelevel. His member was softening, but I was determined to make him climax again. I ran my hands up his thighs, loving the way his muscles tensed when I touched them.

I placed a line of kisses along the delicious V of his hips. He breathed in sharply when I cupped his balls with my right hand. I squeezed lightly and was rewarded with the sight of his hardening cock. Then I placed the head of his penis into my mouth, sucking hard.

He gasped sharply. I felt two hands wind into my hair tightly. "Fuck," he growled. "You damn well better finish what you started. Suck me off, Isabella."

I obeyed, loving the taste of him. I massaged his balls gently while I kept an entirely different pace with my mouth on his cock. I was beginning to learn what he liked. Scraping my teeth down his shaft, I curled my tongue around the base of him before bringing it quickly up. I knew that, just after having fucked me, the head of his dick was exceptionally sensitive.

I took every opportunity to make him groan and curse streams of profanities. I squeezed his length in my hands; I put him as deeply as I could into my mouth so that he touched the back of my throat; I plugged the slit in the head of his penis with my tongue, licking up the bud of pre-cum that appeared.

"Shit!" he cursed, bucking his hips into my mouth. "Oh God. Fuck . . ."

I began to bob my head up and down, eliciting deep groans and savage growls from his throat. I found that pleasuring him was making me very wet between the legs. His hands tightened into my hair as he released into my mouth. I swallowed his seed, licking up every drop from his dick.

I looked up to find two very lustful eyes staring down into mine. My legs trembled from the intensity, and I nearly climaxed from that alone.

"Be at breakfast early tomorrow," he ordered. "And come naked. I don't want to have to ruin any more of your clothing by ripping it off you."

Jason: Maybe Ori should take Edward's advice and come to breakfast naked. I won't mind. *winks*

Ori: Well, of course you wouldn't mind. Keep on dreaming, horny boy.

Jason: Oh don't worry, I will. That means that the more dreams and fantasies I have, the more fun we'll have later.

Ori: *blushes* I'm pretty sure our readers don't want to hear about this, okay?

Jason: I don't really care. You're mine, Ori. I might just lock you up in my apartment and never let you leave. Talk about a dream come true. I'll be waiting for you, you know. *growls sexily*

Ori: Oh no, here comes Dominant Jason! lol Not that I mind . . . . . . . . .