I am SOOO sorry this took so long. I worked so much the past two weeks (just shy of the eighty hours needed for overtime.) I would like to thank, once again, the people who have put up with me this far, especially Camilla10, Daniel'smummy, teambellaedward, Solea, acw1, Dramione Cullen, and a new recruit, jerseyhalliwell.

And I call a toast to my beta, CaidaSan!

*Insert standard disclaimer, the characters belong to Meyer.

BPOV

Dear God-- was the only thought that could run through my mind as I tried to descend from the euphoria. I began to focus on my breathing; timing it to prevent the head rush of hyperventilation. Master seemed aware of my state and sat back while staring into my eyes.

He then raised his fingers to his mouth and began to clean them with his tongue. All I could do was run my tongue over my lower lip to attempt to moisten my dry mouth.

Dear God-- ran through my thoughts again. Master knew how the simplest actions caused my heart to race and my blood to ignite. I went to sit up and crawl over to him, but his dry hand rose and applied gentle pressure to my shoulder.

"Not yet, Isabella," his velvet voice said smoothly. "You need to calm down a bit first. You will have your turn to please me shortly." His signature crooked smile appeared, and he returned to sucking his fingers. The sight of that did not help me calm down; it could only do the opposite. Master noticed and brought the fingers to my own lips.

"Use your mouth on my fingers like you would use it on my penis." He said. I happily obliged. Even though I had just had a mind-shattering orgasm, I could feel my lower muscles clenching again already. My master had such an effect on me when he gave such simple orders. I ran my tongue around his fingers as if they were the head of his penis. His eyes intensified and the smirk on his face faded away. "Now, Isabella--" his voice was no longer smooth. It was a growl as he removed his fingers. "You seem to enjoy taunting me. It is passed the time the teasing ends. Get off the bed and onto your knees."

I bounced up and onto the floor. I was alight with sheer excitement. I could finally, finally serve Master the pleasure he was owed. His smile returned with a quick chuckle.

"I expected a slight protest Isabella. Though you do owe me for our previous night."

"Yes Master, I do." I said.

"Now, take off my pants," he ordered, his voice returning to the thick velvet tone. I tore his pants down as quickly as I could grasp at the denim. My mouth dropped open in a nonsexual matter, gasping very softly.

He was not wearing anything under the jeans.

I also realized this was the first time I had been able to study him. He was well-endowed. He was very well-endowed.

"I take it you are ready, Isabella." Master said as he judged my reaction. "We will start slowly for you, but know that I expect you to service me better and better every time you perform for me.

"Yes Master," I replied, almost shyly.

"Good girl," he whispered and slowly eased his way into me.

I was surprised at how-- pleasurable this was for me. I always thought fellatio would feel degrading and boring; like it would be beneath me. Yet somehow, the simple fact that I was able to please Master to this extent reawakened the fire inside me. I moaned against his length.

"Good girl, Isabella. You are quite the good girl." He began to pant. I grinned at how he was reacting to me. Then, out of nowhere, I felt something rubbing me again. I gasped.

Master was using his bare foot to caress me. Another thing I thought would cause no passion in me was proven wrong. Anything my master used on me would arouse me. I moaned again, only to have him slip deeper into me. We began to moan together.

"Such a responsive girl, Isabella. Would you like to orgasm for me one more time?" His voice was gravelly; he was expressing I would orgasm whether I wanted to or not. I could only tongue him to signal my response. He applied more pressure to my clitoris. I gasped again, causing my teeth the scratch him. He growled out. I took that as a sign I he liked a bit of pain too. I repeated the action, a little harsher. He did the same to me. I began to tremble from the pleasure and difficulty breathing.

"Orgasm now!" Master shouted. I screamed against him and he backed up suddenly and released too. I could barely control my breathing and fell forward. Master caught me. He smiled and caressed the side of my neck tenderly as he lifted me and settled us both on my bed. He gently ran his mouth behind the hand. I spoke before I realized what I was saying.

"I won't calm down if you keep doing that, mean fucker." I muttered. Shit- I cursed inwardly at my damned big mouth. I had just completely ruined the atmosphere we had between us. My emotions crashed. For whatever reason, I began to tear up. I turned to look down at the ground as a blush instantly burned at my cheeks, heating my face and suddenly; my Master returned to my Edward, and was kneeling before me.

"Bella," he began. Yup, I ruined it. "Are you okay? Did I go too far?" He seemed concerned, but not worried. That allowed me a slight relief.

"Yes, I'm fine Edward. No, you did not do anything bad. I just ruined the mood by saying something stupid." I knew I overreacted and it was something petty; but just talking like a regular girl in a regular world completely destroyed my mood. "I don't know what happened. I really, truly liked what was going on with us." Tears began to start up again. Edward ran his thumb across my cheekbone and lightly kissed my forehead.

"Bella," he muttered softly, his voice back to the soothing velvet, "do not worry about something like that. Half the reason I love you is how impulsive you are. There is nothing wrong with stating the random thoughts. In fact, it charmed me more. Hearing you say "mean fucker" did not impair my mood slightly. It made me feel proud of how well I know your body." My eyes were still watering, not from personal disappointment, but from how touching his words were. I raised my hand to meet his.

"Edward, I love you too. Thank you for tonight." His crooked smile returned, with the low pitched chuckle.

"Trust me, Isabella," his voice sultry again. "It was just as much my pleasure as it was yours." I laughed back softly and fell asleep.

When I awoke, it was daytime. Charlie had already left.

Man, I hope I don't fall unconscious every time we do something moderately sexual.Even though we had only performed twice, falling asleep straight after both times said very little about my sexual endurance.

I need to drink vitamin water or something next time. I reflected on the acts we did and smiled as broad as my face would allow. I rose and skipped downstairs. I reached the kitchen and saw Edward, once again, preparing me breakfast. Today it was a light granola cereal, coffee, and some fruit. Opposed to the food, I turned my attention directly to him.

He was still shirtless and barefoot, with his hair in an adorable tangled mess. He had yet to turn to me, focusing on slicing an apple for me.

He glanced over his shoulder to smile at me, only for his jaw to drop. My mind was puzzled, until I noticed the tell-tale darkening of his eyes, plus the cold breeze.

I was still naked.

I let out a small, squeaky, "Eep!" and ran back upstairs to grab a robe.

Edward's mood switched from sexual to satire as the corner of his mouth quirked up in amusement and he broke out in a loud laugh.

Yes, it is a bit shorter than the last chapter, but I hope you still liked it! And I hope my right temporal lobe will work well enough to keep my mind working this week.

**Aphae