I ran my hands up his thighs, back and forth, fingernails scratching, fingertips touching his hot skin. He was breathing heavily, and his cock was straining upwards, hard and ready.

Instead of taking him in my mouth, which he assumed I was going to do, I stood up and stepped back, just out of his reach. He sucked in a breath and just watched from his seated position.

The only thing he had taken off of me was my thong, so I was still completely dressed. I wanted to give him a little show... not that he wasn't completely ready, but I liked to tease a little.

I unbuttoned my shirt, agonizingly slowly - for both of us - then, pulled it from my skirt so I could take it off. I saw him swallow hard as his eyes fell on my black lace bra, and I rejoiced in my choices.

I reached behind me, unzipping my skirt, my eyes never leaving his, a difficult task, indeed - he was naked and beautiful and ready and waiting for me. Just me.

I pushed the skirt down, wiggling my hips until it was free enough to fall to the floor, then kicked it softly out of my way, joining my rumpled shirt.

"Jesus, fuck," he groaned, his eyes roaming all over my body. I still had my bra on, but he had removed my panties, so I was bare from the waist down. I think he got a little harder.

I reached up to each shoulder, crossing my arms across my chest, and pulled the straps down from my bra. Then, I reached back and unhooked the clasp, pulling back my arms and allowing the bra to fall to the floor.

He made a noise, a strange, deep noise from deep in his chest, and he started to stand, but I quickly stopped him.

"Ah, ah, ah," I scolded. I lifted a foot and placed my stockinged leg and black-heeled shoe on his bare chest and pushed him back. It was not an easy move, but my balance was pretty good, and I had a point to make. Which I did, digging my heel into the flesh of his chest. "You stay right where you are," I whispered.

He lifted his hands and started to stroke my calf, but I quickly pulled away and backed up a few steps. I still had a few items of clothing left to go, and I wanted to finish my little strip tease so we could move on to the main act.

I waited for him to settle back on the bed, which he did with a heavy sigh and a quick cock of his eyebrow. He was being patient, for now, but I needed to get on with it before he grabbed me and threw me on the bed, which actually didn't sound like a bad idea.

I reached down to my thigh, slipping my fingers into the top of the stocking on my right leg, and I started to pull it down and off.

"No," he said suddenly, forcefully.

I looked up, freezing my position, more than a little confused, and waited for him to explain.

"Leave them on." His voice was rough and deep, and the control thing got me a little hotter than I already was. I pulled the stocking back up, securing the elastic in place.

I started to step out of my shoes.

"No," he said again, that same tone to his voice. "Those too. Leave them on." Then, he pushed back on the bed until he was lying right in the middle. "And come here. Now."

Oh, yeah. He was a kinky motherfucker, and I loved it. So shoes and stockings it was. Not a problem. I wondered what else he liked.

I climbed onto the bed until I was directly over him, my hair tumbling over my shoulders and grazing his skin. His eyes fluttered closed at the sensation, just for a second.

"Okay, I'm here," I said teasingly, the corner of my mouth lifting. "Now what?" I lowered my face to his and started to brush my lips against his, but he grabbed me and flipped us over until I was on my back, pinning my wrists to the bed, and he was on top of me. I was breathless for a moment, but I quickly recovered, anxiously awaiting his next move. I liked this game. Fuck, I liked him.

"Now what?" he said, repeating my words. I wanted to touch him, and I tried to lift my arms, but I couldn't. He was holding me hard and fast. He felt my struggles and grinned at my inability to move. Fuck, yeah, that was hot. Bring it on. I could, however, move my legs, so I did. I opened up to him, wrapping a leg slowly around his hip, making sure I scratched his back with my heel. He winced slightly, sucking in a soft breath, then returned his attention to me. "Now," he said with a grin. "Now, I'm going to fuck you, little lady, and fuck you hard."

We parted that night on good terms. An exchange of numbers, but no specific promise to communicate or to repeat our actions. I had a great time, yes, and I would love to see him again, but this was the game, and I had played many times. I didn't have any expectations. I would adapt. I always did.

Everything was great. I had moved on with my busy life, and life was good.

Until pictures from that night appeared on the Internet.

Dun Dun DUN!

Yeah, there's that pesky plot I've been warning y'all about - I sincerely hope you all don't hate me now! Will it help if I tell you that there is still a LOT more sex to come? Pinky swear...

And the shoe in the middle of the chest thing? I know, probably can't happen in real life, but I liked it, so it happened in this story. Suspend belief with me.

A couple of readers said that they really liked the dominant part of Edward... If you like D/s stories, check out "Beautiful" in my list. If you like crazy, psychotic violent (not kidding) older Bellas, check out "Trunk Boy." Three very different stories.

Also, thanks to everyone wishing me good health! I am definitely feeling better:) Yall are sweet...

All things "Twilight" belong to Stephanie Meyer. The remainder of the perversion is all mine. :)