See, I kept my word, now here you go... two for the price of one! Don´t you just love ´Hump Day´... Oh and BTW ´Happy Ground Hog´s Day´! Okay, now that that´s out of the way, let´s see what Sir and pet are up to. I hope you enjoy reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it! Thanks for sticking around and I´ll see you guys at the end!

~Krazi~

Thanks a million and one thanks to my wonderful betas: famaggiolo and Jdonovan09 ! Thanks girls, I could not do it without you!

DISCLAIMER: All things Twilight belong to Stephanie Meyer and Summit. Absolutely no copywrite infringement intended! I do own the Eclipse DVD! I do not practice BDSM! Don´t try this at home! Consider yourself warned!


For the Love of Domination:

Chapter 8

Twas a Night with Sir... and All

Through the House...

EPOV

Taking a deep breath, I push the green button to answer the call.

¨Hello,¨ I breathed.

¨Sir, it´s me, pet,¨ responded the most beautiful voice I´d ever fucking heard.

Four words...

Four words and she had me!

What the fuck was I getting into?

I had to snap out this fucking fog quickly; after all, what am I; a fucking teenage boy! Hell no! I´m a fucking seasoned extremely sought after Dom! I´ll be damned if I let some rookie, untrained, want-to-be sub rattle my chain. Even if she does sound fucking sexy as hell on the phone!

I ran my hand through my hair; it´s my signature trademark move or security blanket of sorts. ¨Get a fucking grip Cullen! It's show time!¨ the deviant in my head shouted, wanting... no needing to be set free. I don´t know what it is, but my instincts are telling me that I´d be a fool to let this mysterious woman get away. I´ve never had this type of reaction to a woman before... except for... her!

Shaking my head to clear the fog, I knew that the voice was right. It was crucial that I get my shit together, and fast. My next move will either set the precedence for or contravene my authority. The latter not even being an option. I took a deep breath and held it, while the sexual deviant in my head started to take over. Releasing it slowly, I could feel myself slipping into Dom mode.

God this shit feels good!

I could literally feel the anticipation and excitement rolling off of her through the phone line. Her breathing had changed. As a doctor that was the first thing we look for, it was a sign of distress. The only difference was, she was not in any real danger, unless you consider her heightened state of arousal – dangerous.

Her breaths were now coming in quick pants, with an occasional pause every so often. It was actually too subtle to be detected by a layperson, and even more so because we were on the phone. With each pump of air from her lungs, I gained just a little bit more control over the situation.

The deviant is screaming in my head to be unleashed, I move the phone from my ear to check the time on the screen. Five minutes... Five fucking minutes have passed and not one single word, apart from her initial greeting.

Who the fuck sits on a phone with a complete stranger for five minutes without speaking? I can´t believe she hasn´t said one word; I hated to get ahead of myself, but maybe Alice was right, and she would make a good submissive. I relished in the tiny bit of control that she was relinquishing to me.

My kinky bastard wanted to know if this is making her wet? Was her pussy dripping with the anticipation of the pleasure only I could give it? Was her clit throbbing and hard, waiting for me to give it my undivided attention? I wanted to know how bad she wanted to fucking cum! I closed my eyes and imagined running my nose up and down her slit slowly, breathing in the sweet, sensual aroma that could only be my mysterious new pet. This does nothing to help the family sized tent that was currently being pitched in my pants.

The suspense was causing my dick to swell uncomfortably; it was in that moment that I decided to have a little fun and sate the beast. After all, I was sitting in a fucking foreign country... on Christmas! God forbid I try to get a little bit of relief, by giving my naughty little pet a Christmas present. Oh this is going to be so good!

You better fucking believe it is!

I decided as I watched the seconds turn into minutes that I would wait a full 10, before addressing her, knowing fully that the mind fuck I was giving her would only serve to heighten our experience. I pressed the speaker button and listened to her breath; the cadence is almost musical in form. I quickly find myself matching the erotic melody it created with my own breaths.

I patiently waited enjoying the tense, but erotic stand-off. I was allowing her the time to mentally go where she needed to be, if she was going to be my sub, then this was all part of the package. I'm 75% mental, I loved being able to get into the mind my submissive. If I could get into your mind... then I´ll would have no problem getting into your body.

That was one of the main downfalls of Tanya´s and my relationship, mentally; she was never where she was supposed to be. To busy living in a fucking dream world, where she and I were lovers, what a fucking waste! She couldn´t get it through that thick fucking skull of hers that we would never have anything more than a physical relationship. It was only a matter of time before the physical became mundane and boring, so when it did... I moved on.

I longed to have them both – the mental and the physical relationship – and if lady luck was on my side... I would get what I wanted from my little pussycat breathing on the other end of the phone line. Ahh... yes! Pussycat! I think that´s what I´ll call my little naughty girl! My internal musings were interrupted when I heard a quiet whimper come through the phone. She fucking whimpered! It was like music to my fucking ears!

It was so soft and quiet that I wasn´t sure if I had imagined it, but the way my dick was pounding on my scrubs to be set free, let me know that he´d heard the same thing. How I wanted to hear that sound again, to watch while she writhed in need like a wanton little slut. I could just imagine the beautiful shade of pink I could turn her ass and back with my favorite flogger, and then take her hard and fast from behind, while she was strapped to my St. Andrew´s Cross.

Fuck!

I felt like a virgin being teased with his first taste of pussy! Virgin! Really! If Jasper and Peter could see you now! True! They would give me some serious shit if they knew how she had me salivating over the fucking phone like a pervert! The thought angered the Dom in me, no one fucking controlled me! Here I was losing my shit like a fucking rookie over a complete and total stranger! This simply would not do!

The timer on the phone indicated that the call had been connected for 9 minutes and 45 seconds, when the timer read 10 and the time was up, I released the breath that I didn´t even realize I had been holding. Not wanting to convey my eagerness, I took another calming breath. ¨Hmm... so, my mysterious new pet decided to call,¨ I said in a low, but stern voice.

My pet!

Yes mine!

For now at least... she´s mine!

¨I...¨ she began speaking.

¨Silence!¨ I barked. ¨I don´t recall giving you permission to speak! ¨ Her sharp intake of breath confirmed that I had her right where I wanted her. ¨Now, now... see that wasn´t so hard was it?¨ I asked rhetorically, testing to see if she would answer verbally.

I could hear the breath she took in, but this time it was one of uncertainty, almost as if she wants to speak, but is unsure if she should do so. In the end, she remained silent. ¨Once again you amaze me, my pet; when in doubt NEVER SPEAK! It will save you from a lot unnecessary punishments! ¨ My voice contained just a bit of an edge to emphasis my point. ¨Not that I wouldn´t enjoy seeing you cuffed to my whipping bench with a nice pink ass, quite the contrary,¨ I added as an afterthought. Smiling to myself wickedly, I decided to verbalize my thoughts. ¨I can tell by the way you´re breathing pet that you´re enjoying our little time together. Is this little phone play we´re engaging in making you aroused pussycat? You may answer verbally.¨ I instructed.

¨Ye... yes, Sir,¨ she breathed.

¨Now, now pussycat, that didn´t sound to convincing to me, we can´t have you stuttering and stammering now can we?¨ I questioned condescendingly. ¨Now, I´m going to ask you again, ARE YOU AROUSED,¨ I asked with a little more force this time. I knew she was inexperienced, but if she was going to be my sub, she would have to check that shy and awkwardness at the door.

¨Yes... yes I am, Sir,¨ she said with more certainty this time.

¨Tsk, tsk, tsk, my eager little pet, rule number one: you must always, and I do mean always, refer to yourself in the third person when speaking to me. ´I´ is no longer a part of your vocabulary; you will answer me by starting with 'your pet´... now, answer me again, and surely you can be a bit more descriptive in your explanation.¨ I spoke authoritatively, wanting to open her up a bit more.

If I was going to get a taste, so to speak, of commanding her body – which I fully intended to – I had to make her comfortable giving me the responses that I so desired. I wanted the slut that was buried on the inside, not the woman that everyone saw daily on the outside.

She needed to let go, like she did in her fantasies and wet dreams. We all have a dark and deviant side, but most of us are too controlled by society to give in to it. I wanted her to let go and tell my how she could feel her juices seeping through her panties, or how painful her clit was throbbing because it was in need of some attention! That is what I wanted to fucking hear!

¨Your pet is very aroused, Sir,¨ she purred huskily. She fucking purred! Now we´re fucking getting somewhere!

¨And,¨ I pressed.

¨And... and she´s very much enjoying this phone call,¨ she whispered. Fuck! Just the sound of her voice is sending shock waves directly to my pulsing cock! The more I listened, the more I felt some unexplainable connection or draw to this mysterious woman; it was almost as if somehow... I knew her.

I shook off the silly sense of familiarity and pressed for more. ¨Last warning pussycat, if you can´t be any more descriptive than that... I´m hanging up! I don´t have time to sit and pull shit out of you! Either you want this or you don´t! Your choice my pet!¨ I threatened. ¨I´m willing to bet that your dreams are dirtier than that; I know you can be my little nasty girl. Why play coy with me now? Why not tell me how you really feel?¨ I mocked, trying to goad her into giving me what I so desperately needed.

Once again the change in her breathing pattern gave her away, I could just imagine the appalled look on flushed her face. I was testing her, and I prayed to God that she was up for the challenge. ¨Now pussycat, is there something you want to tell me or should I… just bid you a goodnight?¨ I put emphasis on the last word, knowing fully that she was just as sexually frustrated as I was. The difference being, I knew how to play the game... unlike my little newbie here. That still didn´t stop me from chanting in my head... please have something to tell me, over and over.

¨Sir, with all due respect, your pet is dripping, no... She's soaking wet. I can feel it through my pants.¨ she responded huskily, this time with an unwavering tone. Hell yeah! Houston we have mother-fucking take off!

I was rubbing my hard cock unconsciously through my pants; I was dangerously close to blowing my load, and needed to slow things down a bit. ¨Ahh... there´s the naughty little pet I´ve been waiting for,¨ I moaned, ¨nice of you to finally show up.¨ I was making progress and in the heat of the moment decided to alter the course of my plan. I wanted to see just how far I could push her out of her comfort zone and into my waiting web of control. ¨So my pussy has a wet pussy huh... my, my, my you must really be uncomfortable; maybe you should rub it a little through your pants and see if that makes it any better? ¨ I suggested wickedly, knowing that she was only going to stroke the fire, but do nothing to put out the flames. ¨Let me hear you pussycat, let me hear how good it feels to stroke that hot wet pussy of yours.¨

The rustling on the other end of the phone let me know that I was on the verge of winning, but the loud guttural moan she gave me, let me know... I´d landed the fucking jackpot. ¨Ahh... fuck, that feels so good, Sir...¨ she moaned loudly.

Not being able to judge how close she was over the phone, I coaxed her on a little more before I plan to pull the proverbial rug from under her feet. ¨A little more pressure pussycat, a little more pressure to make it feel that much better, ¨ I teased. Her throaty moans were driving me fucking insane, in one fluid motion I yanked the string holding my scrubs, gunning for my swollen dick. ¨Harder pet, press harder, let me fucking hear how good that feels!¨ I barked breathlessly. Finally, my dick sprang free of its confinement, I could have cried at the relief I felt wrapping my hand around it, desperately needing some type of friction. I used the pre-cum that was bubbling from my slit as lubrication; I began to pump it slowly, moaning internally from the sensation.

¨Ahh... yesss...¨ she moaned. Fuck! If she had this type of effect on me over the phone, I couldn´t wait to get her in to my playroom, where I could pound in and out of her pussy until the beast in me was sated.

I could feel my stomach tightening as I pumped my dick to the rhythm of her breathy moans; I never fucking wanted this feeling to end. I wanted more time with her, and if I was going to leave any type of lasting impression; I had to bring an end to our conversation. I have to do it now, before it was too late. I´m two seconds away from blowing my load, so I know she has to be close as well, we needed to slow this train down a bit.

With a heavy heart, an aching dick, and ocean blue balls, I spoke the words that left a bitter taste in my mouth. ¨Stop!¨ I commanded as I released my pulsating cock from my grip. I was doing my best trying to ignore the bobbing and twitching it continued to do in protest of my decision. ¨That´s enough for now pet!¨

¨But... but, Sir...¨ she whined, indicating that I had her teetering on the edge just where I wanted her to be. ¨I don´t...¨ she started and stopped realizing her mistake. ¨Sorry Sir, your pet, she does not understand why we stopped...¨ her voice trailed off laced with disappointment.

¨Very good pussycat, I´m glad that you were able to correct your mistake, but all good things will come in due time; I assure you that Santa didn´t forget, and my little pet has something extra special under the tree this year.¨ I promised. ¨I want you naked and in the middle of your bed in 15 minutes, arms stretched above your head, legs spread and bent at the knee. I want my pet open and exposed, just dripping in anticipation of impending my phone call. When the phone rings you are to press the speaker button and await further instruction.¨ I spoke clear and concise, wanting my instructions followed to the letter. ¨Oh... and pussycat, NO TOUCHING, I´d hate for you to get nothing but a lump of coal in your stocking for being a bad pet!¨ I warned. ¨Until then...¨

I didn't want to give her time to respond, so I hit the end button, terminating the call. To say the deviant and my dick were more than thrilled with my plans, would be a fucking understatement. You didn´t actually think I would pass up a chance to not only give myself, but also my new pet, what could only be classified as explosive on the Richter scale of orgasms did you? Phew... you had me worried there for a minute!

I don´t fucking think so!

I just needed a moment to regain my control, before I shot my load like a seventeen year old kid. I fought with the lead pipe standing at attention between my legs, to get it back in my pants and headed into the kitchen to get drink, the lukewarm beer sitting on my nightstand all but forgotten. I emptied the contents into the sink and placed the bottle in with the recycling; I needed to pull out the big guns, so I poured myself a shot of Kettle One vodka.

I threw back my shot and welcomed the burn that came along with it. After throwing back three more, I headed into the bedroom, picking up the disposable phone; I set the alarm to go off in 25 minutes.

I knew that I instructed her to be waiting in 15, but the extra 10 minutes would mean a world of difference; she would be fucking swimming in the pool of her arousal, while anticipating my phone call. I chuckled darkly as I stripped of my clothes and headed in to take a much needed cold shower, with my fucking rock hard cock leading the way.

As the beads of cold water cut into my skin like tiny razors, I thought back to the conversation I'd just had. The more I thought about it, the more puzzled I was by my reaction, mainly because I had to struggle so hard to maintain my focus, which was so out of character for me. Shit, several times I had to regroup to stop myself, before shooting my fucking load all over my boxers.

Also, I couldn't shake the feelings of familiarity; it was as if I'd known this woman my whole life. Talk about fucking weird! Tell me about it! One thing I was certain of – I had to pull my head of my ass and get my act together. No way was I going to convince this mysterious woman, with the sexy silk laden voice that I was an experienced Dom, if I kept acting like a fucking teenager!

I turned off the shower after ten minutes of trying unsuccessfully to convince my swollen dick to go down; it seemed to have a mind of its own. As I look down, I´m reminded of that fucking man-eating Venus flytrap, Seymour, from Little Shop of Horrors.

Just like Seymour, my dick has sucked all the blood from the rest of my body. The head was a deep purple and engorged like a mother fucker! Listening closely, I could have sworn I heard my dick wine, ¨feed me Edward!¨ I startled and shook my head trying desperately to clear the haze; I was losing my fucking mind! And for who! I hadn´t even met this fucking woman, and she had my dick trying to jump ship and strike out on his own.

You know we can do this without you right!

Ha! I like to see you fucking try!

I dried off, not bothering to dress and chuckled darkly as I headed out of the bathroom, I was losing my fucking mind! Here I am arguing with my dick, like it could fucking take off and leave me behind. How fucking ridiculous! Even though it was intimidating me a little that the fucker was hard as fucking steel, after that arctic shower I just suffered. I was kind of scared, though; I would never tell him that.

What!

Don´t fucking judge me!

The water was fifteen fucking degrees below freezing and my dick didn´t even break a sweat! My fucking teeth were chattering! They sounded like someone was doing motherfucking River Dance, while my dick just sat emitting steam. If that´s not built for all weather, I don´t know what the fuck is!

I shook my head to dispel the silliness of my current thoughts and picked up the disposable phone. I sat down on the side of my queen sized bed and could have cried tears of joy, when I saw that I only had to wait 3 more minutes, until I could hear my beauty´s voice again. Beauty! You haven´t even seen her! I know, but that voice... with a voice like hers, she had to be nothing less than exquisite.

I was actually counting down the minutes until I would be granted a taste of her sweet nectar. Fuck! This woman has already got me by the balls... what happens when I finally do meet her? I didn´t have time to ponder long, because the alarm on the disposable phone chimed. It´s show-fucking-time! I took a deep breath and hit send, before the second ring, I was greeted by heavy staccato breaths.

¨Ahh... eager are we, pet?¨ I purred cynically into the phone. Once again, I was met with the beautiful melody created by her panting breaths. I could tell that she would be very responsive to stimulation, something I prided, when I found it in a submissive.

If she would but give me the opportunity, I could take her to places she´d only dreamed of. Wanting to tease her a little more, I decided to forgo allowing her to speak for the time being. ¨I can just imagine how you look... all spread out and vulnerable for me. How the room is permeating with the musky aroma of your juices, as they drip slowly from your pussy... like the sap on a maple tree. I bet you taste just as sweet,¨ I complemented. ¨Can you feel me, as I run my nose along your hot slit, breathing in the sweetness that can only be you?¨ I asked rhetorically. ¨I bet your clit is so hard. I can just imagine how enlarged it is, so much so, your pussy lips can´t even contain it.¨ I knew this was torture, but I wanted to see how long it would take to get some type of reaction.

I didn´t have to wait long, as I was rewarded with the rustling of sheets and sounds of whimpering that shot straight to my dick. I swear she has it hooked up to booster cables, because every sweet sound that falls from her lips, jump starts my fucking cock! This perfect stranger is going to be the death of me!

¨Tsk, tsk, tsk,¨ I clucked my tongue. ¨KEEP STILL!¨ I ordered. ¨I didn´t give you permission to make a sound either! You´ve just earned a little time out,¨ I said sternly. Her breath hitched and it seemed like forever until I hear her release it.

¨Hmm... what should I do with you?¨ I pondered loudly. I knew what I wanted to do to her. I wanted to watch her writhe and moan, like a slut in heat, as I worked her over with my favorite riding crop. I wanted her to beg me over and over, only to be denied release. I wanted to know how it felt to be buried balls deep in her pussy pounding… marking… claiming her as mine.

Fuck! I needed to get home! I needed to see her in person. I needed to get her in to my fucking playroom! Now! The mere thought of what I could do to her had me panting. It fucking floored me the type of control she had over me in a matter of minutes! Fuck this, it was time to show her who the fucking Dom was!

¨Listen to me naughty girl, first things first, I want you to describe to me what I would see if I was to walk in the door right now. I want you to speak in great detail, if I close my eyes... I want to feel like I´m there.¨ I instructed. ¨Are you familiar with the standard safe word system, you may answer.¨

¨Yes Sir,¨ she responded a bit breathlessly.

¨Good girl, you know what to do… now make me happy... and remember... ´I´ is unacceptable,¨ I reminded her as I sat up against the headboard in an effort to get more comfortable. I waited with bated breath as my dick twitched in anticipation.

Pet took in a deep breath, almost as if she was trying to gain some type of resolve. ¨Yo... your girl is lying in the center of the bed as instructed, Sir. She has her arms above her head and her legs spread wide and bent at the knee.¨ she spoke quietly. My patience was wearing thin and I was preparing to scold her when she began to speak with a little more boldness. ¨Her nipples are rock hard and they´ve darkened to a deep rose. They´re taunt and painful, just begging to be touched, her stomach is tight and flat. She can feel the muscles pulling with each of her breaths, the anticipation is almost unbearable. Your girl´s pu... her... pussy,¨ she stumbled, almost unwilling to say the word. ¨Her pussy is bare, except for a landing strip and it´s dripping with her juices.¨

I could hear the steady increase in her breathing, she was practically hyperventilating. Reaching for the lube on my bedside table and squirting a generous amount in my hand, I gave my dick some much needed attention.

¨She´s wet sir,¨ she spoke again, ¨your girl is extremely wet. She can imagine your hands kneading her breast and pinching her nipples. She would like nothing more that to have you pinch and lick her aching nipples,¨ she moaned. Fuck! This is going better than I thought; my little pussycat was coming out of her shell.

Well let´s just see if we can turn things up a bit shall we. ¨Take your hands and bring them to your breast, I want you to knead them slowly.

¨Ahh...¨ she cried. Now we´re cooking! I continued to pump my dick slowly, not wanting to get ahead of myself. I prided myself in my impeccable orgasm control. Tonight would be no different; I wanted us to cum together.

¨That´s it my dirty little girl, harder, work them a little harder. Imagine it´s my hands… my hands that are bringing you all this pleasure.¨ I breathed.

¨Sir,¨ she mewled. I could tell from her heavy panting that she was finally getting into our little conversation.

¨I want you to pinch your nipples pet,¨ I ordered. I could just imagine the way her mouth was opening each time she whimpered in pleasure. What I wouldn´t give to see the look on her face as she pleasured herself with thoughts of me on her mind. ¨Harder pussycat, I would pinch harder!¨

¨Ahh... it hurts,¨ she cried.

¨What color are we pet?¨ I questioned, not wanting to take her too far too fast.

I could hear sounds of rustling over the phone, as she writhed in need. ¨Green sir, it hurts... but God this feels so gooood,¨ she moaned, elongating the word good.

¨That´s it pet, just let go and feel, feel how good I can make it. Keep pinching with your left hand and take your right hand and slowly run it down your stomach, stopping just above your sensitive little nub.¨

¨Ungh... Sir,¨ she moaned. ¨So good Sir... you make me feel so good.¨

God, what I wouldn´t give to be able to watch this, to be able to watch her get herself off, while fantasizing about me. As I sit there listening to her moan and groan like my private slut, it just made me want her that much more. If I couldn´t be there to spank and turn her flesh a beautiful shade of pink, I´d have to settle for the next best thing. Listening! ¨Pussycat, I want you to spank your clit for me. I want to fucking hear it ring through the phone!¨ I ordered pumping my dick a little faster now.

Thwack! ¨Ahh...¨ Thwack! ¨Ahh... Thwack! Thwack! ¨Ahh...¨ she screamed each time her hand made contact with her clit. The sounds coming from her lips were driving my fucking mad with lust. Fueling my need to fuck her hard – and fuck her hard I would – the very first chance I got.

¨That´s it nasty girl, keep pinching and slapping! I love the fucking sounds you make, while you imagine my fingers pinching those sweet fucking tits of yours. My hand slapping that fucking hot little clit, while your pussy is dripping for me.¨ I fucking continued to goad her on, loving every minute of how she was responding to me.

¨Fuck yesss,¨ she hissed.

¨What pet, tell me what you feel,¨ I coaxed her on further, wanting her to be as verbal as possible.

¨Ungh... it... it feels so fucking good! Sooo much... ungh sensation... the pinching... the sting... Fuck Sir! Your girl needs to cum! Pleeeeaaase!¨ she begged.

¨Not yet my naughty girl, now run the fingers of your right hand through your slick folds... stroke that pussy for me... tell me pussycat... tell me what I´m missing.¨ I breath.

¨Aaa... it´s so wet, Sir, it´s too wet... your girl´s pussy is hot and dripping all over the bed...¨ she panted.

¨Fuuuuckkkk...¨ I moaned. ¨Pussycat, I know you must taste like heaven... taste that sweet pussy for me... let me hear how good it tastes.¨

¨Mmm... so good Sir... sooo fucking good... please,¨ she begged shamelessly. I could hear her sucking her fingers noisily; my little closet slut liked the taste of her own juices.

I could feel the coil tightening deep in the pit of my stomach and my balls were just about ready to explode. I wasn't going to last much longer; so I picked up the pace of my pumping, paying special attention to the engorged head of my cock. I wanted us to cum together. I wanted to give her something to look forward to, something to keep me at the forefront of her mind until I made it back to Seattle.

¨Pussycat, I want you to pump in and out of that beautiful little pussy of yours with two fingers, but stay away from your clit.¨ I could hear as her fingers sloshed in and out of her pussy. Fucking music to my ears! She was so motherfucking wet! I begin to thrust my hips upward as I pumped my cock; the added sensation had my fucking toes curling.

¨Fuck pussycat, that shit sounds so motherfucking sexy. I can hear just how wet you are for me.¨ I moaned. ¨Is that for me! Is your pussy all wet just for me?¨

¨Yesss...¨ she let out in a sexy moan. ¨For you Sir, it´s all for you... so close... more Sir, please... your girl needs more!¨

¨Spank it pussycat... spank that beautiful clit. Keep pumping, don´t stop. I´m so fucking close!¨ I yelled. The sounds of her slapping her clit rang out through the phone in time with my pumping. I was groaning and panting, completely caught up in the sensations she was invoking in me. She was giving me just as much as I was giving her, and it felt absolutely amazing.

¨Please... Thwack! Thwack! Please Sir... Thwack! Thwack! I need to... pleaseeeee!¨ she screamed.

¨Fuck,¨ I grunted. ¨I´m... almost... ungh... fucking feels... ahh... pussycat...¨ I couldn´t hold off one second longer, I was about to fucking explode! I could feel my orgasm building and it was going to be fucking epic! I reached down and cupped my balls, while pumping my cock relentlessly. ¨Cum!¨ I shouted. ¨Cum, pussycat, right... ungh... fucking... now!¨ I yelled as my body stiffened and my seed spewed out in hot spurts all over my stomach. My dick and hand had developed minds of their own, as I continued to pump the never ending streams of cum from my body.

¨Ahh... Sir... fuuuuccckkkk!¨ she yelled, ¨so good... I... I can´t... stop... unghhh...¨ she continued to whimper and moan throughout her orgasm that seemed to go on forever. ¨I´m going... again... ahh... I can´t...¨ she cried.

¨Yes you can,¨ I encouraged, ¨let go pussycat... cum for me again!¨

¨Mmm...¨ she let out a deep guttural moan that shit went straight to my dick, causing me to erupt again.

¨Fuck, fuck, fuck, pussycat...¨ I growled as my second orgasm of the night hit. I was fucking spent, buzzing off my post coital bliss. She fucking made me cum twice without even laying a finger on me!

I will not stop… until she´s mine!

Just the thought of what I was able to do to her, had my body continuing to spasm with light aftershocks. I could feel the muscles in my stomach as they continued to contract and release with each spasm.

Finally, after we were both fucking spent as hell, there was nothing but our erratic breaths that could be heard through the phone line. As I lay there trying desperately to get my breathing under control, I couldn´t stop the stupid ass crooked grin that was spreading across my face. I was the fucking man!

I was just about to ask my little pussycat how she enjoyed things, when I heard her snoring lightly over the phone. Well fuck me sideways! My chest puffed out proudly,as I listened to her quiet snores. Merry fucking Christmas pet! Way to go Cullen, you put that sweet little pussy to sleep!

I sat running my hands through my hair, while I listened to her soft snores for a little while longer, just relishing at the thought of what I was able to give her. I could fucking get use to this shit! I couldn´t wait until I could be with her in person, but until then, the phone calls would have to be enough.

I mentally began to plan our next phone call, now that I had been given a taste, so to speak, I didn´t want to waste any time with a lack of communication. Tomorrow I would call Rose and discuss her training, I plan to be involved every step of the way.

I was brought out of my mental planning, when I heard her let out a sigh of contentment and stir through the phone. Just before I disconnected the call, I heard her mumble, ¨Sir,¨ as she seemed to settle deeper into sleep. Committing the sweet sound to memory and vowing to hear it again – in person; I disconnected the call and began typing a text, wanting to her to know just how pleased I was with her tonight.

Pet~ I have no words to express how well you pleased me tonight. You should be very happy. I hope that you were just as pleased, and as eager as I am for us to get into the playroom. Don´t worry about not saying good night:) I hope you rest well. We will discuss tonight´s activities tomorrow... till then... naughty dreams my pet! ~Sir

P.S. You talk in your sleep... interesting!

I grinned as I made my way to the bathroom to clean up my mess, I felt lighter and more buoyant than I'd felt in a hell of a long time. I can't wait to talk to my pussycat tomorrow.

As I climbed into bed, I felt more sated than I could ever remember feeling. To tell the truth, I couldn't ever remember a sub having this type of effect on me. I had actually stuck my dick in Tanya and she damn sure never made me feel this good.

Eww... Yeah, don't remind me!

I finally succumbed to the exhaustion of this long ass day with a smile on my face. I fell into the most peaceful sleep than I'd had in a long time, while thoughts of my mysterious pussycat danced around in my head.

_FtLoD_

I woke up the next morning with a fucking pep in my step and pride in my fucking stride. I was on cloud nine and absolutely nothing or no one was going to put a damper on my mood today. I didn´t need to be at the out-patient clinic for another forty-five minutes, so I sat down with a cup of coffee and typed out a text to send to my pet.

Pet ~ I hope you were able to rest well, because thanks to you... I slept like a baby! You shouldn´t wake this morning with too much discomfort, but if you do, it´s nothing that a nice soak in a hot tub of water won´t cure. Although, I kind of like the idea of the sting serving as a tiny reminder of our time together.

I would have loved to have been there last night to administer your aftercare and tuck you safely into bed, just to be able to wake up in the middle of the night and have my wicked way with your mouth and that tight little pussy of yours. Soon... soon I will get my wish, but until then I intend to leave you panting and dripping with anticipation. Have a good day! Oh, and remember pet… your body belongs to me now… NO TOUCHING! Talk to you soon! ~ Sir

I hit send and drained the remaining coffee left in my cup; I headed into the kitchen looking for something to eat and another much needed cup of coffee. I had forgotten to eat dinner last night. I wonder why! As I rummaged through the fridge, I couldn't erase the stupid grin that was plastered on my face; I was mentally going over the things I needed to take care of before I spoke with pet again. Thankfully, I was only working eight hours today and it was mainly paperwork and dealing with the transfer of the clinic into the hands of the newly trained staff.

Our time here was coming to an end, and somehow we managed to be ahead of schedule, this would make my leaving a week early that much smoother. My plan was to inform Dr. Gerundy of my need to get back to Seattle for personal reasons and spend today and Monday debriefing my staff so I could fly back to the states on Tuesday.

I looked at my watch to see that I only had 20 minutes to get to the clinic, so my little online shopping would have to wait until later. I wanted to order some new toys for the playroom and anything else I could spoil my new pet with.

I normally purchased a few new things when I changed subs, but for some reason, after Tanya, I felt like I needed to do a complete overhaul. The thought of using my old crops and whips on pussycat was making me itch!

Fucking unacceptable!

She deserves the nothing but the best!

I couldn´t wait to shop for my pussycat, there were so many things that I wanted to do to her. If all goes according to plan, I would get my chance to have my wicked way with her on Saturday.

My family should be home from Philadelphia by the time I get in this evening or at least by lunch time; Emmett had played one hell of a game last night. They beat the Steelers 21 to 7; the winning touchdown was score by Em. To say I was proud of my little brother was a fucking understatement; he was one hell of a ball player.

I would have to wait until later to call Rose and Alice; I wanted to set up some training time for my pet. I also needed Alice to get me a copy of the contract or her conditions for the test scene ASAP, although it really didn´t matter, because at this point I would agree to any fucking thing just to be able to get into the playroom with my pussycat.

Fuck! I was hard now just thinking about her and didn´t have time to rub one out. I adjust my now painfully hard dick as best I can and head to the clinic; I was counting down the minutes until I could speak to my pet again.

I took long purposeful strides and whistled a happy tune as I made the short walk down to the clinic. I was on cloud nine and nothing and no one would dampen my mood today. ¨Good morning Maria,¨ I cheerfully spoke to the receptionist, no doubt taking her by surprise.

¨Um... uh... good morning Dr. Cullen,¨ she responded nervously, clearly my sudden change of mood made her wary. I really couldn´t fault the poor woman, I´d really been an asshole in the short time I´d been here.

Being away from my family, and the emotional turmoil due to Isabella´s wedding, didn´t put me in the best of moods; even if it was my choice to be here. I would have to see about sending her some flowers or something before I left, after all, she was one hell of a receptionist, and the clinic always ran like a well oiled machine with her here. She would definitely keep the new doctors on their toes.

I smiled my trademark crooked grin as I headed up the hall to speak with Dr. Gerundy. I gave a firm, yet quiet knock on Dr. Gerundy´s office door, mentally preparing my speech. ¨Come in,¨ his gravelly voice called from inside.

I slowly pushed the door open, peeking in to be sure no one else was inside. ¨Morning Wayne,¨ I greeted, ¨you have a minute to talk?¨

¨Of course Edward, come on in.¨

I stepped into the plush corner office and took a minute to take in the decorum. It was average in size, but had a homey kind of feel to it. Pictures of his wife, children, and grandchildren lined his desk and just about every available surface of his office. You couldn´t help but feel at home, as soon as you crossed the thresh hold.

Wayne Gerundy was not only my colleague, but he was also my friend and mentor – having trained with him for part of my residency. He was one hell of a doctor and loved to help people. This wasn´t about money for him, he truly had a passion and desire to help people get well... especially children.

All his children were grown and married, so he and his wife Suzanne, a pediatric specialist, would be staying on here in Switzerland to oversee the operations of the clinic for a while longer. My guess is that they´ll retire from here someday. He was a 54 year old, stout little man, with wisps of stringy grey hair that barely measured 5 feet tall. He may have been lacking in stature, but he more than made up for it with his heart and compassion for healing sick people.

The idea for the clinic was his brainchild, and when he presented the idea to myself as well as some other very prominent physicians across the country, there was no way that we could say no. ¨What´s on your mind son,¨ he asked in his usual fatherly tone.

¨Well,¨ I began nervously, ¨I was hoping you´d grant me a reprieve and allow me to get out of here Tuesday.¨

¨Homesick already Dr. Cullen,¨ he teased good naturedly.

I couldn´t help but chuckle, Carlisle, Wayne, his wife Suzanne, and Esme were all good friends, so he knew exactly how close my family and I were. ¨Something like that,¨ I grinned, knowing that is was more than just about my family I was homesick for. ¨I need to take care of some personal issues and it would be a great help if I could get home on Tuesday.¨ I replied, trying to discreetly adjust the growing bulge in my pants at thoughts of getting home to my pussycat.

Looking over some documents on his desk, he contemplated. ¨Well, I was looking over the patient files and notes from our last staff meeting... it seems that we're way ahead of our initial plan. I don´t see any reason why you can´t leave early,¨ he pondered as he continued to study the documents. ¨Actually, today can be your last day if you´d like,¨ he added as an afterthought.

What!

Well I´ll be damn!

Did you hear that!

We´re fucking out of here!

Pussycat here we come!

Pun totally fucking intended!

I had to fight to reign in my emotions, between my cock and the deviant in my head, I wanted to jump up and fucking fist pump while doing my happy dance all around the goddamn room. Instead, I settled for celebrating internally and outwardly showing a tiny bit of remorse. ¨Wayne, I can´t thank you enough... If I didn´t need to get home...¨ I let my words trail off not wanting to finish the statement. Because I knew damn well I wouldn´t take it back, I had a date with a pussycat that I had every intention of letting lap up the cream from my erupting cock. I shook my head trying to dispel the lustful thoughts swimming around my head and focused on the matter at hand.

Wayne let out a hearty chuckle and leaned back in his seat, ¨Edward, you and I both know that´s bullshit, I could offer you the moon and you wouldn´t stay.¨ He leaned in giving me a knowing smirk, ¨so tell me Edward, who is she? Who is the woman that has Seattle´s most eligible bachelor by the balls?¨ He winked mischievously.

I felt my face get hot and knew I was blushing like a fucking teenage girl. Was I that fucking transparent? How could he see through my bullshit excuse to get home so easily? I ran my hands through my hair and tried to keep a poker face.

¨To answer your question, yes... you are that transparent,¨ he commented as if reading my thoughts. ¨I can tell by the look on your face that that´s what you´re thinking. I´m no fool my boy, why do you think I brought my wife along?¨ he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Fuck! TMI... that was just too much fucking information!

Cue my now flaccid cock!

I talked with Dr. Gerundy a short while longer going over the key points for today´s staff meeting, promising to return this summer, if there was a need before I left. I headed to the break room for a much needed cup of coffee, and then made my way down to the conference room.

_FtLoD_

Three hours later, I fell into my desk chair with an audible sigh. The fucking staff meeting was brutal, but we got everything accomplished that we set out to do. I actually felt good about going home tomorrow, knowing that everything was in order and would be running smoothly.

I decided to forgo lunch and instead make some much needed phone calls. I idly chewed on the end of my pen as I waited for my sister to answer the phone. ¨Edward,¨ Alice squealed piercing my eardrums. ¨Didn´t I tell you she´d be perfect! I just knew the two of you would hit it off! I can´t wait to take her shopping for her new outfit. I was thinking that maybe a...¨ Alice was talking a mile a minute and I feared that if I didn´t stop her, she would be planning clear on up to my wedding day.

¨Alice, stop talking,¨ I huffed. ¨You sound like a damn fly buzzing around a picnic table! ¨

¨Well excuse me,¨ she snapped, ¨someone seems to have his panties in a wad this morning.¨

I immediately felt bad; I knew that I had unintentionally hurt my sister's feelings. Alice didn´t have a mean bone in her body, although she meant well... she just tended to get carried away sometimes. ¨Sorry little pixie,¨ I offered, ¨I was just trying to get a word in, I´m still at the clinic and don´t have that much time to talk.¨

¨Sorry,¨ she whispered like a scolded child, ¨I´m just so excited that things went well last night.¨

I should have known that the inch high private eye would squeeze the details of our phone call out of my pet, but instead of being irritated, I found myself wanting to know what she thought. Alice didn't normally meddle in the affairs of my subs, but this being a friend of hers, I knew she was just as anxious as pet and I were about making this precarious situation work.

Before I knew it I was firing off questions at Alice like she'd just met my teenage crush. ¨You talk to her! What did she say! Did she enjoy our phone call? Does she want me to call again? Is she looking forward to our doing a scene together?"

Whoa!

Get a grip Cullen!

Hate to say it, but man you are sooo whipped!

Alice's tinkling laughter coming through the phone line caused me to put a stop to my endless barrage of questions. "My, my, my big brother slow down, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were quite taken with your new pet," she teased.

"Alice," I groaned, "this is not the time for your childish behavior."

"Oh Edward, this is definitely the time," she continued to laugh at my expense.

I groaned audibly, scrubbing my face with my hands in agitation. She is definitely Emmett's little sister, he would be so proud of her shining moment – gained at my expense no doubt. "Alice… please... this is serious," I begged.

"Sorry Edward," she stammered between giggles, "I just couldn't help myself; it's just so sweet to hear you talk like that."

"I know, I'm such a comedian, glad I can make you laugh," I said sarcastically.

"I've never heard you speak of a woman that way," she said, all traces of humor gone from her voice. "I mean… not about anybody except mom," she spoke quietly, being a little more serious now.

I couldn't stop the ache in my chest, as I rubbed unconsciously at my temple, before pulling my hand through my already unruly hair. Sighing, I couldn't help but hear the double meaning of Alice's words. I knew that she and Esme worried about me finding someone to settle down with.

Whereas Esme, had no clue about my sexual tastes, Alice did, and she believed that I could find what she had with Jazz, and not have to compromise my desires. Secretly, I was hoping to find just that with my new pet. Not that I wanted to settle, but I had to find a way to get over her, she was married now, I had to accept that… and move on.

¨I know,¨ was all I could muster up to say.

¨Edward,¨ she sighed, ¨I know she´s the one for you, I can feel it.¨

¨I think so too Alice,¨ I responded, ¨and that´s what scares the hell out of me!¨

¨Do you trust me?¨ she asked.

¨Alice,¨ I started.

¨No Edward, don´t Alice me,¨ she snapped. ¨DO YOU TRUST ME!¨

¨Of course I do Alice,¨ I huffed; ¨what kind of fucking stupid question is that?

Then stop over thinking shit,¨ she said in exasperation. ¨Just follow your instincts. I can tell by the way you both are freaking out that you two hit it off last night. She was practically glowing when I saw her this morning,¨ she confided. Glowing, I couldn't help but smirk at Alice's words; I would like to think that I had everything to do with that.

¨Pixie, how did you get so damn smart,¨ I teased to lighten the too serious mood.

¨What do you mean, I´ve always been smart,¨ she joked. ¨Seriously Edward, you deserve to be happy, and I really think that she will make you happy. You guys are perfect for each other. Just keep an open mind.¨

We talked awhile longer about any and everything that I was missing out on in Seattle; apparently there had been a bit of excitement at the club last weekend that Alice was eager to share with me. There was never a dull moment when it came to Alice; she always knew exactly what I needed to get out of a funk.

She promised to email me a copy of the test scene contract by the time I made it home from work. I tried without success to get her to tell me what my pet had divulged to her, but she wouldn´t budge; I finally gave up citing that I had to finish my work, so I could get home and pack.

_FtLoD_

Two hours later as I made my way to my apartment, I smiled because my ears were still ringing. Alice had a tendency to be a bit exuberant, and when I told her I was flying home early, her ear splitting squeal left my ears bleeding. It took me a while to calm her down enough to promise not to tell Mom and Dad. I wanted to surprise them.

Alice promised not to tell them and to make sure that everyone was present for Sunday dinner at my parents, since Emmett didn´t have a game this weekend everyone could be there. I would spend New Year´s Eve rearranging my playroom, and New Year´s day preparing for my scene at the club later on that night. Yeah, I was getting ahead of myself, but I like to be prepared! Blame the Boy Scout in me!

As soon as I stepped into my tiny apartment, I felt it; it was like I was drawn to the disposable cell phone. It was almost as if I could feel her. What the fuck! I have got to get a fucking grip! Unbidden, Alice´s words rang out in my head, 'you guys are perfect for each other.' Could there actually be some truth to Alice´s words! God I hope so!

I picked up the phone and felt my heart leap in my chest. There were two text messages. Could she possibly be feeling the same way I did? Could she feel the same undeniable pull towards me that I was feeling towards her? I ran my hands through my hair in frustration, why is this so fucking complicated? What makes her so different from the others? I decided to stop being a pussy and just open the damn texts.

Sir~ Good night Sir, your girl wishes pleasant dreams for you as well. Your girl is really sorry for falling asleep, but the conversation was umm... quite stimulating. :) Words cannot express how pleased she is that you were pleased! Just thinking about your playroom has your pet dripping. Soon she hopes! She wants to apologize for anything she may have said in her sleep. Please don´t hold it against her. Looking forward to your next call. ~pet

I chuckled to myself when I noticed that the time stamp on the first message was only three hours after our phone call. She must have awoken to find the call had been ended. I would have loved to be a fly on the wall to have witnessed that. I immediately moved on to the second message, eager to read what else she had to say.

Sir~ Good morning! Your message made my day just a little more exciting. Thank you! Your girl has decided to keep Sir on her mind all day; she's forgoing the hot bath and opting to shower. She hopes that the lingering effects of last night's conversation will remain with her throughout the day. Each time the bra rubs against her highly sensitive nipples; your girl is reminded of Sir's control over her body. This body is yours to do as you please! Eagerly awaiting your call! ~pet

I stroked my now throbbing cock through my pants. Fuck! What was this woman doing to me! Tomorrow was going to be a long fucking flight, and week was going to be even longer! Just knowing that we would be in the same city, already had my dick leaking; I couldn't wait for Saturday to get here! I couldn´t get home fast enough, if this worked out, like I prayed it would; I would owe Alice big time, and this would be one time that I wouldn't have any problem paying up.

I groaned audibly while ceasing my ministrations, my cock would have to wait; I had one more phone call to make. I picked up my cell and dialed the familiar number; I waited with bated breath for her to answer. As usual, she didn´t disappoint.

She answered the phone, letting out a throaty seductive chuckle, being the smug hard ass bitch that I'd come to love. ¨Eddie... I´ve been expecting your call...¨

Let the games begin!


Okay... what do you think? Did you like it? I hope so, because I got a kick out of writing it. Let me know what you think, as always, good or bad; I want to hear it! Until Next time, which I hope to be soon!

Laterzzz:)

~Krazi & Mojo~

xoxo