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~Krazi~

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For the Love of Domination:

Chapter 12

The fall of the Cullen Empire...

EPOV

Torture!

That´s what this fucking was!

I´d tossed and turned all night, longing to wrap myself around the soft flesh of my pussycat; by 6:30 I´d given up on finding the sleep that just wouldn´t fucking come and decided a workout would help take my mind off of... her. And to make matters worse, I kept tormenting myself by staring at the picture Alice sent me of her sleeping form.

My God she was so beautiful!

I had stared at it so long that I´d memorized every contour and line of her perfect body. She was a flawless exquisite creature, who I could tell had no idea how beautiful she was. My fingers ached to run across hear creamy translucent skin, to feel her flesh pebble with delight at my tender touch.

Fuck!

Just the mere thought of touching her had my Benedict Arnold of a dick rising to the occasion. I´d jerked-off a total of three times since leaving her and my poor delusional dick couldn´t take another beating; I just wish the fucker would get the memo and stop giving me a hard time. No pun intended!

The fucking perma-tent currently pitched in my pants was clearly evidence of his denial!

Here I was in my home gym, where I´d been running on the treadmill for the past forty-five minutes, and I was still hard as a fucking slab of concrete. So much for working out my frustrations.

The speed of the treadmill slowly decreased, taking me through the cooling down process; the numbness in my legs was rivaling that of my chest, as the machine slowed to barely a crawl. I could and I would run forever, if it would make the ache of her not being here go away.

Dude, you´re turning into such the brooding pussy!

I didn´t hear you complaining, when I was stroking my dick between her hot folds last night!

Uhh... I... uhh... well umm...

Yeah, that´s what I fucking thought, smart-ass!

I stumbled over to the weights bench and sat down before my legs gave out on me; I knew that I had probably overdone it, but I´d take the tangible pain of my aching muscles over the hollow emptiness I was feeling in my chest any day. For some reason the burning gaping hole, only seemed to be getting worse the longer she was away from me.

Alice had insisted that I wait until after the surprise dinner at our parents house tonight, before I contacted her; which confused me, because if I was reading her right last night, she was regretting the terms of the contract just as much as I was. I could feel it in the way her tiny body was clinging to me before I left.

It took all the strength I had, not to rip her away from the table and take her home with me; I wanted to fucking bathe her reverently and tuck her into bed. Not just any bed, my bed! This clusterfuck called my life, was becoming too much to handle; I couldn´t wait until tonight, when she would finally be mine.

So sure of yourself, what if she doesn´t say, yes?

Fuck you! She´s mine!

I wasn´t happy about it, but I trusted my sister. I just hoped that pussycat didn´t take the fact that I hadn´t called her the wrong way, if this plan backfired, Seattle wouldn´t be big enough to hold Alice and I.

I´d hate to have to kill my sister!

I made my way slowly to the bathroom and decided to kill some time by soaking a hot bath. My entire body was on fire and my aching muscles needed soothing.

Are you sure you don´t have a mangina, I mean first, you spend the entire night mooning over this faceless woman, second, you damn near get an Indian burn from whacking off to thoughts of the aforementioned faceless woman, and now soaking in a hot bath!

What´s next an episode of ´Queer Eye for the Straight Guy,´ so you can get in touch with your feminine side? Can I get you a cup of Earl Grey while you soak, Madame?

I growled and released a string of expletives at the incessant chatter mulling around in my head. Was I seriously arguing with myself? I mean, seriously, was this shit happening? I was losing my fucking mind and it seemed that the trip I´d booked to Crazyville, was a one-way non-refundable ticket, so I might as well sit back, and enjoy the fucking ride!

Fuck my life!

Tuning out the snide comments of the jackass mocking me in my head; I slid into my enormous, state to the art, Jacuzzi bathtub and soaked my muscles along with my aching dick. I even added lavender and jasmine bath salts. Take that and shove it up your mangina, you loud mouth fucker!

The smell of lavender and jasmine wafting through the room was doing nothing to calm my uhh... situation. The longer I sat there soaking in the intoxicating aromas, the harder my dick twitched. It was determined to get my attention. Being the stand-up kind of fella that I was; I decided to help the big guy out.

What?

Wouldn´t you help out a friend in need?

Well, he´s my fucking friend, and we´ve got fucking needs!

Don´t judge us!

I gently wrapped my hand around my aching cock – that fucker´s still a bit sensitive – squeezing with just the right amount of pressure, and began to stroke slowly; I wanted to savor this moment and make it last as long as possible.

Closing my eyes, I imagined my faceless beauty´s luscious lips wrapped snugly around my shaft, sucking my cock in earnest. I groaned at the imagined sensation of her hot mouth moving up and down, driving me to the finish line. Water was sloshing over the side of the tub and I couldn´t find it in me to care; I was too far-gone.

"Ungh... fuck, pussycat," I moaned, "that´s it take my fucking cock." My imagination was working overtime as my hips thrust wildly into my hand. I was so fucking close.

The coil was tightening in my stomach and my balls felt as if they were on the verge of exploding, as I pumped out a brutal rhythm racing toward the finish line. Using my left hand to squeeze my swelling nuts, I inadvertently fell off the cliff into a sea of bliss. "Fuck, fuck, fuckkkkk... ungh... pussycat!" I screamed as my orgasm washed through my body. My chest rose and fell rapidly with shallow breaths, as cum shot out in endless waves all over my stomach and chest. It felt like I was never going to stop shooting my load.

I took a minute to catch my breath; I came so hard it left me light headed. If the idea of being with pussycat did this to me, how was I ever going to handle the real thing? I need to get a fucking physical!

Draining the water from the tub, I moved over to the shower to wash up. Once again I was assaulted with images of a naked pussycat, with my cock buried balls deep in her sweet pussy, from behind.

Fuck!

Cue the hard-on!

My dick is insatiable!

I managed to finish showering without my dick falling off and decided to make a few phone calls and check my email. After answering the things of substance that required my attention and deleting a shit load of spam, I placed an overdue call to check on Mrs. Cope. An hour later, I had been debriefed and caught up to speed on the last five weeks of her life. Apparently, she missed me and couldn´t wait for me to come home. God I love that woman!

I couldn´t wait to introduce her to my pussycat; after all, I planned on spending as much time with her as possible. I´d never considered having a 24/7 submissive, but if that is what it took to get her to stay, then I would try. Hopefully, over time we would develop into something more. For her, I would do anything!

If I played my cards right, maybe I could get her to consider moving in temporarily for some extensive training. Extensive my ass, you just want her here so you don´t have to beat your fucking meat off multiple times a day! You say, tomato... I say, to-mah-toe, the end result is still the same.

The buzzing of my cell phone, yeah, not the phone, but my phone interrupted my mental shenanigans, I looked down to see who it was, and it was a text from Jasper.

E~ Just checking in man, you know, to check on you. It´s all-good here. I think you´ve created a monster though; the girls can´t stop oooing and ahhing over this morning´s surprise. Another winner Sir! Ha! ~J

I couldn´t stop the sense of pride that weld up in my chest, I had done it again. I had made my pussycat happy, something I truly wanted to spend everyday perfecting. And you know what they say about a happy pet! I childishly did a celebratory fist pumped and sent a reply.

J~ Well you know me man, what can I say, ´when you´ve got it; you´ve got it´! I´m good man, thanks. Ok, no I´m not! I´ve been moping around all morning like a little bitch and I think my dick is going to need a skin graft, because if I yank on the fucker one more time, that´s going to be all she wrote! Yeah, you asked. Well since I´m going to hell, any chance you can send me a picture of my little pussycat to take on my trip!~E

I chuckled darkly as I hit the send button, when had my life become so fucking entertaining? This woman was turning my world upside down and I didn´t even know her name yet. Oddly, I couldn´t ever remember being happier.

E~ Not a chance brother, Ali would have my balls! They´re locked in the room having some girl time. Sorry! ~J

I laughed loudly, as I read Jasper´s response. Not that I wanted to entertain the idea of my baby sister anywhere near my best friend´s balls, but the thought of an angry pixie brought a smile to my face; you just didn´t fuck with Alice! Shutting off my computer, I decided to make a sandwich and try to at least take a nap; I didn´t want to be asshole to anyone tonight, so a little bit of sleep might help the situation.

Keep believing that Bambi!

Fuck you!

_FtLoD_

Beep... beep... beep...

I groaned as my hand automatically came down on the snooze button, miraculously, I´d managed to get a few hours of sleep. Well at least part of me did, my dick was still standing at attention, like the fucker was headed of to war or some shit.

Man, don´t you ever sleep?

I´ll sleep when you park me in the nice lady´s garage, dickhead!

Is it me, or had my dick just given me an ultimatum?

I needed a fucking drink!

My dick and I managed to call a truce long enough for me to brush my teeth, shave, and find something to wear. The honeymoon was officially over, when I tried to stuff his disgruntled ass in a pair of ass hugging jeans. What? I´ve got a nice ass, or so I´ve been told!

I had just finished putting on my socks and shoes, when my cell buzzed. Alice? I may or may not have taken a minute to do a little victory dance, but I´ll never tell.

E~ Hey big bro! We just made it onto the ferry, make sure you´re on the next one! DON´T BE LATE! IF YOU RUIN MY SURPRISE... ~ Ali xo

Talk about innuendo; I definitely didn´t want to piss-off the pixie, especially since she was the keeper of my secret. Maybe I´ll piss her off just for fun, once I have my pussycat. Oh the possibilities!

I was whistling and had buoyancy to my step as I exited the elevator. "Someone seems to be in a good mood tonight," Seth greeted cheerfully. "Hot date, Mr. Cullen?"

I couldn´t help the Joker sized smile from spreading across my face, "I hope so, Seth... I certainly hope so," I acquiesced as I clapped the young man on the back. Nothing was going to get me down, as I hoped in the R8 and headed to the ferry; I just had to make it through dinner and all would be right in my world again. I was hoping to invite pussycat out for drinks later, and depending on how things went; hopefully, she´d be spending the night with me... in my bed.

_FtLoD_

The closer I got to my parents´ house, the more I felt a steady escalating sense of foreboding. I couldn´t put my finger on it, but I just felt like something big was about to happen. Parking my car in front of the house, I just sat there, trying to will away the urge to check on pussycat. My gut was telling me that something was wrong, I even went as far as to pull up her number, but couldn´t bring myself to go through with making the call.

I was beginning to feel panicky. What if she changed her mind? What if in the light of day, things looked differently? I couldn´t lose her, not after I´d waited so long to find her.

Against my will, my traitorous mind began to conjure up thoughts of her. I pressed my fists against my temples trying desperately to fight off the images of my pussycat with Isabella´s face. Isabella´s ass turning pink under the tails of my flogger! Isabella´s tight pussy I was ramming my fingers into. Isabella´s pouty lips wrapped around my throbbing cock! "Fuck!" I yelled out in frustration. My breathing had become erratic and my hand of it´s own accord was yanking madly at my hair. I was a fucking mess!

I couldn´t believe I was having a nervous breakdown in my parents´ driveway!

I don´t know how long I sat there losing my shit, but it must have been long enough to attract attention; because I almost piss myself, when Kate´s husband, Garrett, knocked on the passenger side window. When I realized it wasn´t Michael Meyers trying to whack my ass, I lowered the window. "Edward," his husky voice greeted, "boy, what are doing sitting out here in the dark? Do you want that little spit-fire in there to kill you for ruining her perfectly planned surprise?" Garrett let out a throaty chuckle at his words, because everybody knew that it was dangerous to cross the pixie.

Told you!

"Shit! I mean shoot, G," I breathed clutching my chest, "you scared the hell out of me!"

"Yeah, yeah, pretty boy, you just get your pretty ass inside, before my wife´s good cooking gets cold." he joked as he walked around and opened my door. "If you don´t, I may have to let it slip that you´re out here using swear words," he laughed heartily, no doubt remembering Emmett and I as youth. "And you know what happens to little boys with dirty mouths?" By this time, Garrett was clutching his sides, he was laughing so hard.

"Okay, okay, old man, enough with the threats," I grimaced raising my hands in surrender. Emmett and I´d had our mouths washed out with soap, enough times as teenagers, to last us a lifetime. Did I mention that the last time Kate did it, I was 19 years old. Yeah, not something I want to repeat. Although Emmett´s last time was probably as recent as last week, I wasn´t taking any chances. I could smell the cigarette smoke on Garrett as I closed the car door, so I knew I´d found my bargaining chip. "Well old man, let´s see, should I tell her before or after dinner that I caught you out here smoking? Old people´s choice," I smirked as I watched Garrett´s face visibly pale. Gotcha Old Smokey!

"Awe hell pretty boy, you win," he conceded, "this time!"

"I thought you´d see things my way," I grinned as I slung my arm across his shoulders. "Now let´s go and see what that beautiful, kick-ass cook of a wife of yours made for dinner." We continued the light banter as we headed inside the house through the garage.

When I stepped in the immaculate kitchen, the delicious aromas floating throughout the air immediately assaulted my nose and taste buds. My stomach clenched in anticipation, as my mouth noticeably watered. I totally fucking agree with Dorothy, there´s no place like home!

"There´s my handsome boy, come here and give old Katie a hug." The beautiful full-busted older woman that had been a part of our family for as long as I could remember ordered. Kate and Garrett were always more than just employees of my parents; they were part of our family, always had been and always would be.

She was getting older and couldn´t do as much as she use to, so mother had hired other staff and Kate would over see them. She complained at first, being the stubborn old woman that she was, but my parents simply ignored her and did it anyway.

In many ways she had been like a mother to Esme, since Grandmother Platt had passed from cancer when I was in high school. Against my parents wishes, she always spoiled Emmett, Alice, and I with homemade cookies and other little delectable treats. Mom always knew to check the kitchen when either one of us got too quiet, only to find us sitting at Kate´s feet while she worked, stuffing our faces with something sugary. Those were the days!

"Hey there, Beautiful," I complimented as I wrapped the old woman in my embrace. "When are you going to drop that old goat and get with a real man?" I teased as her cheeks tinged with the familiar blush.

"Oh Edward," she giggled swatting me with her dish towel as she batted her eyelashes sweetly, "you´re too much. Now get on in there before Ms. Alice has a hissy-fit!" She gave me a soft kiss on the cheek and ushered me towards the dining room.

_FtLoD_

The moment I exited the kitchen and headed down the short hallway to the dining room, the atmosphere changed. I couldn´t explain it, but something other than seeing my family was pulling me towards that room. The closer I got, the more tangible the crackle of electricity grew with its intensity.

It reminded me of last night and the pull I felt towards my pussycat!

Alice wouldn´t, would she?

Had she brought my faceless beauty to dinner?

Stop it Edward! Don´t do this to yourself!

No! The answer was no, plain and simple. Alice would never do such a thing, not at my parents´ home, but why had my heart begun to race? Why did it feel like the invisible string that held us together, was tugging me in her direction? My dick had even stirred with feelings of her nearness. I picked up the pace, eager to see for myself. Just what or who it was that was causing my system to go haywire.

"Happy New Year, mother... father," I said as I stepped into the room. Before anything registered, I was being enveloped in to a bone-crushing hug from my mother. She may have been tiny, but she packed one hell of a punch!

Alice yelled, "surprise!"

And that´s when I felt it, again, only this time it was a million times stronger. The almost inaudible intake of breath had me snapping my head in her direction. Isabella? What the fuck was she doing here? And were was that silly fucker she was married to?

I quickly scanned the room, feeling my anger rise at the thought of him being here, in my parents´ home. Isabella was family, but that fucker was not welcome here!

Whoa there slick! Jealous much? How in the hell are you going to tell her she can´t bring her husband here? That´s a pretty dickhead move if you ask me, besides; I thought we moved on to pussycat?

Remember her?

I shook my head slightly, trying to regain my bearings; thankfully, my mental bitch fit had only lasted mere seconds. It also didn´t hurt that I noticed only one extra place setting, which had to be mine.

Doesn´t hurt that it was next to her, either!

I caught a quick glimpse of her face, before she ducked her head behind the thick curtain of curls that were cascading down one of her delectable shoulders. How could it be possible that she was even more beautiful than I remembered?

My fantasies had done her a great injustice, at replicating her flawless features. I could have sworn that I saw the desire that I´d felt all these years, mirrored in her chocolate mocha eyes, but before I could be sure, she looked away.

Of course, my ill-mannered dick didn´t know how to act in public and was running a metal cup up and down my zipper, singing a chorus of, "Let My People Go"; I was beginning to think I couldn´t take that obsessed fucker anywhere.

I purposely made way around the table moving as far as I could from my brown-eyed beauty, greeting each of my family members and willing my hard-on to go down, before I got to her. Your brown-eyed beauty! Are you fucking kidding me! Do you hear yourself? Sorry dude, but I´m Team Pussycat all the way! I ignored my conscience and moved to take my seat. The closer I got to her, the stronger the magnetic pull became; the sheer intensity of being in such close proximity of this mouthwatering creature was mesmerizing.

How could she still have this type of effect on me?

When I ran out of people to greet, it was finally time, time to greet the young woman who has starred in my dreams, since the moment they meant anything. Isabella Marie Swan! I sat down next to her somewhat awkwardly, even though my cock had taken five, when I hugged my family members; the minute I was seated next to her, it was back to throbbing like a motherfucker! Finally, I mustered up the courage to speak. "Isabella, is that you?" Was that the best you could come up with? Cullen, my friend, you are officially the village fucking idiot!

Not trusting myself to speak, I leaned in and gave her a chaste kiss on her cheek, and in that brief moment, my life was changed... irrevocably. Being that close I couldn´t help but breathe in her mouthwatering scent, and while it felt so familiar, somehow it felt different at the same time.

As my lips continued to burn from the contact they´d made with her soft cheek; I sat there reeling from my inner turmoil. I ran my finger lightly back and forth across my lips, trying to make it all make sense. That scent, her scent, the electric current... the pull from my body to hers; none it was making sense.

Less than twenty-four hours ago, I was experiencing the exact same things, with a complete stranger.

How the fuck could this be? This was fucking insane! Isabella was a married woman, and would never allow me to do the naughty things I did to pussycat last night!

I had to get those stupid, unrealistic thoughts out of my head.

Blurting out the first thing that came to mind, I asked the dreaded question, fishing for the whereabouts of her douche bag of a husband. "What are you doing here?" I asked taking the time to take in her appearance. She looked good enough to eat, in a strapless black cocktail dress that hugged every inch of her sexy body. "I thought you were on your honeymoon? By the way, congratulations," I really didn´t mean that last part, and the tiny bit of bile that rose in throat as the words left my lips, was proof of that fact. Esme had taught me manners, but I digress.

"Edward... tell me about the clinic and how you managed to get away so early?" Esme asked as an awkward silence fell across the table. The atmosphere had definitely changed, and Isabella had visibly tensed at my question. Why didn´t she answer? Was there trouble in paradise already? I certainly hoped so!

Maybe a bus hit that fucker, coming out of the reception!

It could happen!

If I could only be so lucky!

The awkwardness dissipated somewhat as I shared with my family about my experiences in Switzerland. All throughout dinner I was fighting off the urge to devour the Goddess sitting to the left of me. I couldn´t help myself and found any reason I could to lean in and breathe her intoxicating scent into my lungs. The more I did this, the more the pieces of the puzzle didn´t fit.

She smelled like strawberries and vanilla! It was the most intoxicating aroma I´d ever smelled, but somehow she smells different tonight. Lavender? Why does it feel like I´m missing something?

Several times throughout the course of dinner, I tried to catch Alice´s eye. Ever since we were kids, we´ve been able to have silent conversations, unbeknownst to the people around us, but for some reason, tonight; Alice was doing everything she could to avoid me. What the fuck was wrong with this picture!

Emmett of course was being his usual, idiotic self, making it his mission in life to keep us all entertained. Unfortunately, Rose was the star, because the entire table erupted in bouts of laughter, each time she smacked him upside the head. Have I mentioned that I just love Ms. Rosalie Hale! She´s going to make one hell of kick-ass sister-in-law someday. Not even Esme could keep him line like Rosalie could.

_FtLoD_

I found myself without much of an appetite, but not wanting to hurt Kate´s feelings, I forced myself to eat most of the food on my plate. In the end I just took to just pushing my food around, while straining to hear Isabella speak.

She was engaged in a conversation with Jasper about law, but she was so soft-spoken and shy, I could barely make out what she was saying. The subtle way her head lowered and her eyes cast downward as she spoke, once again reminded me of my mysterious pussycat.

God she was so beautiful!

Swoon.

DUDE, ARE YOU SERIOUS!

DID YOU JUST FUCKING SWOON?

That´s it! Turn in your man-card!

You are officially a pussy!

Well I couldn´t argue with that, he was 100% right. I was a fucking pussy! I was sitting there creating some sick fantasy of Isabella writhing underneath the ministrations of my mouth, while she begged me to cum. Fuck! This hard-on is painful! I just knew my balls were going to fall off by the time I got out of these jeans.

I tried to talk shop with Carlisle, in hopes that the thoughts of sick children would help with my situation. I was happy to hear that a few of the regulars we often saw at the hospital were doing well. I was on the road to recovery, until Jasper said something that made Isabella laugh. I was suddenly hit with images of me fucking Isabella right there on my parents´ dining room table.

Yeah, and that was with or without an audience!

Swallowing painfully, I watched as if it was happening in slow motion. Her head tilted back gracefully, giving me a perfect view of her slender neck, as she let out the sexiest laugh I´d ever heard. My tongue peaked out running across my lips; as my eyes glazed over with my all the consuming need to suck on her throat. I resembled a blind man seeing the light for the first time!

My Adam´s apple visibly bobbed up and down, as I swallowed thickly. Once again, unbidden the memories of last night´s scene bombarded my mind. It´s her! I thought. It has to be! I was certain that I wasn't delusional, but no matter how hard I tried to reconcile this crazy situation; I couldn´t make one plus one equal two, no matter how hard I tried. And boy was I fucking trying! The hard cold truth was that only one person could give me the answers I so desperately needed, and at the moment; she was doing everything conceivable to avoid making eye contact with me.

Growing tired of this fucking game of hide and seek, I was two breaths away from pulling my sister from the table and demanding that she tell who she was. And if it was Isabella, then where in the hell was her husband? And why was she allowing me to tie her up and do wicked things to her delicious body? Not that I was complaining! Was she in on this? Did she know it was me? Why would Alice do this to me? No, I couldn´t believe that she would do something like this. I felt her pain as I left her in the playroom last night that wasn´t something she could have faked. No, this was all Alice! But why? I´m her fucking brother for crying out loud!

My mother´s voice drew me from my planning and I was momentarily derailed of my assault against Alice. We were waiting for dessert to be served and the others were making small talk in individual groups when Esme decided to ask Alice and Isabella about some fashion show they´d supposedly gone to. "Alice... Bella... I almost forgot," she beamed looking over at the girls. "How was the fashion show? Did you girls have a good time last night?" I froze as the words last night kept repeating over and over in my head. No! That couldn´t be right, she has to mean some other time. Alice was with me last night! At the club! With... her!

It´s a good thing that I was already sitting down, because all the pieces fell into place so fast that it caused my head to spin. The feeling of electricity, her scent... my scent, it was so familiar and I couldn´t place it before, but now... now it was all crystal clear.

I had picked out the lavender bath salts personally. I remember the conversation vividly that I´d had with the sales clerk; she assured me that the lavender would serve to calm her after a particular stressful day. I can´t believe it was her this entire fucking time!

The text messages, the phone sex, the fucking picture of her pussy that I´d whacked off to more times than I cared to admit! Last night! Last fucking night, the best fucking night of my life... and it was all her!

I didn´t have time to dwell on my downward spiral, because the sound of Isabella choking, broke through my haze. I jumped into action without a second thought. I gently patted Isabella´s back and lifted her arm in an attempt to help her catch her breath. See... that´s confirmation, she couldn´t be in on this! I ignored the voice, because now was not the time to let my emotions get the best of me; I had to keep a clear head. "Isabella are you okay," I asked patting frantically on her delicate back. The electric current flowing from where my hand continually made contact with her body, had me momentarily in a stupor. Could she feel it too?

This... this thing that was flowing between us!

Alice jumped from her seat and scrambled from the table, I looked deeply into Isabella´s eyes as if trying to will her to answer my unspoken questions, before I abruptly left the table to follow Alice. In the midst of all my confusion three sets of guilty eyes rested on me, as I turned my back and left the room. They were all in on it! I couldn´t believe that I´d been betrayed, and by my whole family! I felt my stomach churn as I made my way to Carlisle´s office; I knew that Alice would want to take this somewhere private. Neither one of us wanted to involve Carlisle and Esme in this fuckery!

The closer I got to my destination, the more angrier I became; the Blackberry burning a hole in my pocket, only seem to be adding fuel to the raging fire. I threw the door open and watched as Alice cringed at my obvious rage. The look in her eyes told me she was expecting my wrath, I´ll be the first to admit, I was impressed, but that still did nothing to dispel my rage. "What kind of fucking games are you playing, Alice?" I roared. "Why the hell would you try to hook me up with Isabella? She´s married for Christ´s sake!" I paced the length of the spacious room, back and forth, like a caged wild animal. I tugged at my hair viciously, needing something familiar to hold on to. I desperately needed something to be real. "Do you realize what you´ve done?" I choked out. I dropped into the nearest chair, as the wind temporarily left my sails.

My heart was tightening uncomfortably in my chest; my worst nightmare was coming true... for a second time. It was painful enough to lose her the first time – it nearly killed me and that was before I knew what it felt like to touch her luscious skin – now, to have to do it all over again. Why didn´t she just shoot me; it would´ve been a much more pleasurable way to die.

I dropped my head into my hands and just let the misery have me for a moment; until I felt Alice´s tiny hand on my shoulder. I jerked away from her touch, because no longer did I find comfort in my sister. She wasn´t who I thought she was. At this point, I didn´t know if I would ever be able to forgive her. I didn´t know if I had it in me!

Alice gasped, I knew that my rejection was a slap in the face, but I was just so fucking mad I could spit nails. "Edward," she choked, "I´m sorry! Please let me..." I cut her off before she could say another word, I refused to sit there and listen to her useless apologies.

"Sorry... you´re fucking sorry!" I growled, "Alice, this isn´t my favorite mug you´ve broken... this is my fucking heart! My God, what have I done?" I muttered; feeling totally disgusted with myself. "I damn near fucked another man´s wife. What kind of monster does that make me?" I asked rhetorically, scrubbing my hand across my face in shame.

¨Edward, it´s not what you think,¨ started Alice, ¨just talk to her, let her explain.¨

Alice´s words brought with them the doubt and fear that she was somehow in on this, and I couldn´t believe that she would do something like this. If she was somehow involved in this plot against me, it would ruin the image my subconscious hand conjured up, and destroy the pedestal that I´d placed her so delicately upon. With trembling hands and a heavy heart, I sent what I knew would be my last message to my pussycat. She´s not yours... she never was!

Pussycat~ meet me in Carlisle´s office ~ Sir

The wait was getting to be too much, so I resumed my pacing; I just couldn´t wrap my head around the fact that not only had Alice betrayed me, but also Emmett, Rosalie, and Jasper. Jasper, he knew who she was, yet he still drew up that damn contract. I thought we were best friends? Was this some kind of sick joke? I laughed bitterly, as I thought of Ashton Kutcher and wondered if I was indeed being Punk´d. Beyond angry, I decided to try one more time to get a straight answer from my sister. "Alice what the fuck were you thinking?" I shouted. "How could you do this to me… to her?" My body vibrated with the emotions I was helplessly trying to hold in. I literally could feel myself coming apart at the seems. My mind was saying to just run, but my body was still craving her. After everything that I´d learned tonight, I could still feel the pull, the connection that was so strong between us.

"Edward, I´m sorry, I never intended for either of you to get hurt," she pleaded desperately. "She wanted a Dom and I needed someone trustworthy. I couldn´t just let anybody train her!" I could see the tears in her eyes and even though I was pissed off at her for what she´d done; it still broke my heart to see her cry.

Still, I couldn´t let her get off so easily.

"Damn it Alice," I roared angrily, "you just can´t play fucking God with people's lives!" I pinched the bridge of my nose and tried but failed to calm my fiery emotions. I felt like a ticking time bomb set to explode. There was no doubt in my mind that there would be nothing but destruction left in it´s wake.

"Edward," Alice´s voice shook with emotion, "are you going to leave her now?" Alice´s question was so unexpected that it virtually knocked the wind out of me.

Would I leave her now? Did I even have a choice? I wasn´t my decision to make... or was it?

I shook my head to dispel the foolish thoughts; I couldn´t let myself hope, because she belonged to someone else now. My hair was standing up in angry disarray, as I tugged at it furiously; I´m sure I looked like a madman. The door slowly opened and the sight of her before me, coupled with the memories of last night in the playroom, had my cock hardening like cement. I looked at the beautiful creature before me and shivered internally at her close proximity. All I could do was stand there and glare at her intensely.

The intensity of my gaze must have been too much, because I watched how her body responded to my presence, automatically, her head lowered and she clasped her hands behind her back, with her feet shoulder length apart; she was exquisite in her display of submission.

I was certain she had seen the pride shining in my eyes, before she cast her eyes down towards the floor. My breath hitched, words could not express how much it pleased me watching as she presented herself to me, but it didn´t matter, because it still wasn´t enough.

It would never be enough!

I don´t share!

I refused to be the other man in her life!

And just like that, my resolve was set and my mind was made up, without another word, I walked out. I left the only woman I would ever love behind. The farther away I got, the harder it became for me to breath. I stopped briefly in the hallway, laying my forehead against the wall; my breaths were now coming in short pants and it was making me dizzy. My entire world had been turned upside down in less than twenty-four hours. How would I ever recover from this?

I staggered into the family room and slumped down on the couch, as my legs gave out on me. I leaned my head back against the soft leather and closed my eyes. Something damp nudging at my hand caused me to jump. Staring up at me with big innocent eyes was the cutest little puppy I´d ever seen. Since when do you like dogs?

Probably, since I started shagging married women, guess I´m just full of surprises!

I laughed bitterly at my lame attempt to make light of my current situation. "Hey boy," I said hesitantly lifting him up to confirm he was in fact a boy. "Where did you come from?" I asked wondering if my mother had gotten a dog for Christmas.

"He´s Bella´s," Jasper answered solemnly. I continued to pet my new friend as I blatantly ignored my old one. "Mind if I join you?"

"Can I stop you?" I responded dryly, not trying to hide my anger.

Jasper sighed as he took a seat to my left, "I know what you´re thinking, Edward, and you´re wrong," he raised his hand halting my interruption and continued to speak. "You´ve been in love with that little filly ever since I can remember, you´ve finally got a chance to be happy with the girl you love! Don´t piss it away because you´re mad at us." he advised looking me in the eye. Never one to mince words, Jasper always shot from the hip. I had to remind myself that no matter what was currently happening, he´s always been there for me. Finding the chink in my armor, Jasper continued to drive his point home. "You want me to believe that after all these years, you´re just going to walk away, and not even try?" Just the mention of walking away, had the gaping hole in my chest throbbing. Jasper stood up to leave, "Edward, you know you´re like a brother to me and I would never hurt you intentionally, but if you walk out on her now, you´ll be making the biggest mistake of your life. I suggest you think long and hard, and talk to her before you make a decision. Everything´s not always as black and white as it seems." Finished speaking his peace, Jasper left me alone to stew in my thoughts. Why would he suggest that I talk to her? Was there still more to this twisted tale of events that I didn´t know about?

Did I want to know?

After what seemed like an eternity, I felt that same familiar electric pull as I neared my father´s office. I just needed to hear the entire story, before I made a decision. My dick twitched in my jeans as I took note that Isabella had not moved. Impressed with her tenacity, I bid her come. "Isabella, come!" I turned on my heel and headed for the door, one way or another; I intended to get my answers – straight from the source.

I could hear the clicking of Alice´s heels as she raced to keep up with us. "Edward, where are you going?" she asked breathlessly, "and what am I going to tell mom, she wants to open the gifts?"

Not bothering to look back I replied, "I don´t know Alice, but – you´re good at making things up – I´m sure you´ll think of something creative." With that out of the way, I headed down the driveway to the car. Opening the passenger door, I turned to Isabella, "get in!" Without a second thought she clambered into the front seat of the car. I closed the door and let out a groan, the sight of her pink flesh peeking out at me, as her dress rose caused me to ache.

It was going to be a long ride!

_FtLoD_

I was at war with myself for the entire drive; my head was screaming that it didn´t matter what she had to say, I had been betrayed, but my heart was still holding out hope for something more. The entire ride back to the city was spent in silence, oddly though it wasn´t uncomfortable; I discreetly glanced her way several times and could tell she was deep in her headspace. I would have to have to handle this as a Dom, if I wanted her to open up to me.

Thinking back over our previous conversations, the few times I attempted to drop the Dom/sub aspect of our budding relationship, wanting to subtly get to know her better; she would clam up and not speak with the same ease and carefree attitude as before.

When addressing me as her Dom our conversations lasted well into the night, until I had to remind her of her bedtime. She was naturally submissive and I had to agree with my sister that it could have a disastrous outcome if someone like Isabella fell into the wrong hands. I couldn´t count the number of times I´d seen a submissive literally broken at the hands of a sadistic Dom.

Newbie´s can be forced into uncomfortable situations and are easily brainwashed into believing that this is what they want or just how the lifestyle is. I would equate it to a new born, if they are never given the opportunity to try different things and only drink apple juice for the first year of their lives, then they will think that is the best thing out there.

They won´t know that milk or orange juice may be better for them. Same way with Dom/subs or anyone being introduced to something new; it is easier to teach someone the wrong way than it is to teach them right. And once it´s programmed in, it´s like pulling teeth to get them to break their bad habits.

The old saying it definitely true to a certain extent, you can´t teach an old dog new tricks. Most often by the time the mistake is corrected, there are permanent scars, or worse, permanent damaged to the mind and body. I couldn´t let that happen to pussycat, if a Dom is what she wanted and I wasn´t it, then I would refer her to Peter, knowing she would be in good hands.

You are out of your fucking mind, if you believe that! You would never allow another Dominant to do the things you want to do to her! Don´t kid yourself Cullen, no matter what happens tonight... you´re already in too deep!

Truer words had never been spoken, without my consent; my heart had rectified the situation. I could not nor would not give up this beautiful creature sitting next to me. Fate was a cruel motherfucker, but I wouldn´t look the fucking gift horse in the mouth. He was a sick and twisted bastard; I would inevitably take my lemons and make the sweetest fucking lemonade known to mankind.

Pulling into the parking garage at Escala, I could feel my hands twitching as I imagined taking Isabella to my playroom. Stop it Cullen, it´s too soon... talking remember, you need to get to the bottom of this fiasco! I took a deep breath, and listened as the deviant spoke with sense for once.

I climbed out of the car and walked around to open the passenger side door. Extending my hand in offering, "Come pussycat, we have much to discuss." I watched in rapt fascination as her body slowly relaxed and she place her tiny hand in mine. I was once again blown away by the amount of trust she was placing in me; I would do everything in my power to never to break it.

She shivered as she stepped out into the cold garage; I inwardly kicked myself for not allowing her to retrieve her belongings. In my haste to get answers I dragged her out into the wintery night without so much as a shawl. Damn it, I´m fucking up already! I removed my jacket and place it over her delicate shoulders. "Here you go, you must be freezing. I´m sorry I didn´t think to grab your coat," I apologized, as I wrapped her in the warm fabric; she looked so small as the enormous blazer covered her body shielding it from the cold.

Keeping her eyes trained on the concrete floor, she spoke softly. "It´s okay, Sir, thank you for the jacket." I bit the side of my cheek to keep from groaning, the way her mouth caressed the word Sir, had me wanting to take her against the hood of my car. I would just file that little fantasy away for a later date.

"Good evening Mr. Cullen, ma´am," Seth called from the guard´s desk as we entered the lobby. I could see him admiring Isabella, and my heart swelled with pride. His gaze was not one of lust and disrespect – quite the opposite actually – but that of man who was able to appreciate a beautiful woman in a respectful way. At Seth´s reaction, the deviant in me swelled with pride; I couldn´t wait to show off my new pet in public. I wanted the world to know that she was mine. Mine! I thought possessively.

Slowdown, there Domward! We haven´t even heard the whole story yet. She could be an ´ours´, and if so, are you willing to share?

Not giving my thoughts time to fester, I paused to greet the young man – who I´d always regarded in a friendly manner. "Indeed it is Seth," I winked slyly. "This lovely young lady is, my Isabella... Isabella Swan, meet Seth Call, the night watchman." I told her indicating towards the Native American man behind the desk.

Your Isabella?

Yes, practice makes perfect!

"It´s a pleasure to meet you, Sir," she said softly, leaning a bit closer into my side. In her eyes, I saw a flicker of recognition, but it was gone as soon as it came, almost as if I imagined it. Hmm, that was something else I would file away for later discussion.

"You too, ma´am. You folks have a good night," he called as I lead Isabella to the elevator.

"You too, Seth, good night."

_FtLoD_

The ride up to the penthouse was uneventful; I did notice that Isabella remained just slightly behind and to the right of me. She had come so far in such a short time. Rosalie had done one hell of a job training her. I needed to remember to thank her that is if I ever decided to speak to any of them again!

Not bothering to play the eager host, I went straight to my office, where we would be having... the talk. "Isabella this is my office," I stated gesturing towards the door. "Come," I said, as I headed down the hallway. Turning on the light, I stepped aside so that she could enter the submissive´s room. "Depending on tonight´s outcome, this will be your room. It is complete with an adjoining bathroom and a walk-in closet. Everything that you could possibly need or want can be found in this room." I watched eagerly as she took in her surroundings. Stepping behind her I was close enough to feel her heat, but far enough that our bodies weren´t touching. I leaned my head in and inhaled deeply, saturating my lungs with her intoxicating scent. "In 10 minutes, I want you kneeling outside my office door, pet, in what ever little delectable surprise you have hiding underneath that dress and make sure you keep on those heels." I smirked as her body visibly shuddered and her breath hitched. I backed out of the room closing the door behind me without giving her the chance to respond. Let´s see what my little closet vixen does with this assignment!

I quickly made it to my room to prepare for whatever was to become of this night. Thanks to Jasper, I already knew she´d been to see Dr. Ateara and everything was as it should be. It didn´t hurt to be personal friends with a number of professionals that lived the lifestyle. Dr. Claire Ateara, OB/GYN, was a good friend and colleague that just so happened to also be a submissive, so I never had to wait more than three days for test results when I sent her a new sub. What can I say, I was a lucky motherfucker!

Brushing my teeth, I let my mind roam over all the possible scenarios that could take place after our conversation. I was hoping the one that ended with me buried balls deep in Isabella´s pussy was the likely winner. Just in case that happened, I decided to throw on a pair of loose fitting lounge pants and nothing else.

Easy access was essential in the heat of the moment. Having to take the time to remove a bunch of unnecessary clothes, only allowed an opening for you to change your mind. So, I was definitely taking the easy route in this instance. After a few more minute of piddling around my room, I made my way down the hall and was nearly knocked on my ass by the sight that greeted me.

There in all her half-naked glory – was my Isabella – waiting in a strapless bra and a tiny pair of matching panties. She looked good enough to eat and I was feeling mighty hungry. Gauging her reaction, I commanded her to follow, without telling her to stand. "Come, pussycat," I instructed walking into my office and flipping the light switch on. I watched as Isabella crawled like an experienced lioness, making sure to stay just a few inches behind me. The tent in my pants rivaled that of my swollen heart as pride surged through my body. "Very good pussycat, you please me greatly in your service," I praised. "Now take a seat and let´s get to the bottom of this, shall we?" I suggested inclining my head in the direction of the chair located in front of my desk.

With just as much gracefulness and poise she perched herself into the waiting chair, eyes down studying her clasped hands. I moved to take my seat and just sat there studying this exquisite being. She had taken the clip from her hair and it hung in a mass of large curls around her heart-shaped face, cascading down to cover the tops of her succulent breast.

My fingers twitched along with my cock, at the prospect of running my fingers through her silky tresses, while sliding my cock between her pouty pink lips. It looked as if she had touched up her make-up; I was glad that she felt comfortable using the items Alice had secured for her. Thoughts of my sister serve to bring me back to the right frame of mind and the reason for this little sit-down we were having.

Everything else would have to be put on the back burner for the time being.

I took in a deep breath; this could go one of three ways:

Isabella could tell me she that was still married and wanted some kind of twisted relationship on the side.

She could tell me that she just wanted a short, but kinky fling to satisfy her curiosity, when she visited Seattle.

The husband was history or a figment of my imagination – again I say, "tomato vs. ta-mah-toe" –but anyway you sliced it she would be mine and only mine to do with as I pleased.

I´m not going to lie; I was praying to the heavens it was the latter. I´m not sure if I could let her walk out of my life and I damn sure wasn´t about to let some other fucker put his hands on her, so here goes nothing. "Isabella, this office, along with the kitchen table and the submissive room are what I like to consider free areas," I explained. "When you are in those specific areas of the house you are to speak your mind freely, but at the same time remain respectful. I will, however, grant a bit more leeway when entering your personal sleeping quarters, because I want you to have a place where you can express yourself openly and honestly." I wanted her to understand that, although she was giving me control over her that she was not a prisoner and in her room we would abide by her rules. Seeing the perplexity of her expression, I continued on with my explanation. "For instance if you and I are in your room and you´re angry and feel the need to tell me to go fuck myself, I want you to do so. After all, it´s your room and we abide by your rules when in the confinement of those four walls." I watched as the light of realization shown in her expression, she understood and I was pleased that she wasn´t afraid to subtly make the indication. "While I want you to give me your will freely, I don´t want to take away your free will. Do you understand what I´m trying to tell you?" I asked after my convoluted speech. I waited for her to answer and was pleased yet again, by her waiting for permission to speak. Her submission knew no bounds; it would be an honor to be her Dom. "Very good, pet, you make speak freely, but with respect, for the remainder of the night." Her eyes were still cast down, but I wanted to look into her mocha pools for this conversation, so I commanded her to lift her head. "Eyes on me, pet, I want to see you while you speak." My knuckles were white from holding on to the arms of my chair so tightly; it was taking all my inner strength to stay seated and not just take her over my desk roughly.

When her eyes met mine, I could tell that she was nervous; she was just as much a victim in all this as I was. "Yes Sir," she breathed. "If I understand you correctly, in my room we can be just Edward and Bella." she responded softly with just a bit of hesitation to her voice.

"That´s exactly what I meant, pet. If you had a bad day or if you´re angry about something, I want you to be able to share that with me." I said sincerely hoping to convey through my words that she meant more to me than just a sub. "Now that´s somewhat settled, I know that our contract only covered the one scene, so as of now, whatever happens tonight, will be between two consensual adults. The same safe-word system still applies, but before we go any farther, we need to talk. Trust is a major part of a Dom/sub relationship, if there´s no trust there can be no relationship." I wanted to put that out there to set the stage for my next question. "Isabella, I will never lie to you and I will not tolerate you lying to me. That being said, I need to know where your husband fits into this arrangement? I have never, nor will I ever, share my submissive." I held my breath as I waited for her to speak.

The look on her face was not what I expected, it wasn´t fear or even embarrassment at being caught, her eyes glazed over as if she wanted to cry, but that too quickly faded and what I saw then, left me even more confused.

Isabella´s mouth opened and closed several times, but nothing came out. She bowed her head and began to fidget uncomfortably in her seat, clearly something had happened, but she seemed to be reluctant to tell me. "Isabella!" I called sternly. Her head shot up and it looked as if she was pleading with me to understand. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to take her in my arms and make whatever it was that was bothering her go away, but couldn´t we had to talk first. "We can´t go any farther if you won´t talk to me," I said honestly. "If you don´t want to tell me, just safe word," I barked impatiently. "Stop wasting my time!" She flinched, visibly shaken by my words. I had to get her to talk; I just hoped that my plan to use reverse psychology, didn´t come back to bite me in the ass.

"I... uh..." she started slowly. It seemed like she was having trouble collecting her thought. "Cheated," she whispered so quietly that I almost didn´t hear.

I was confused by what she said. Who cheated? Was she trying to tell me that she had been with someone else? "Isabella, I don´t understand," I said looking confused. "Are you telling me that this isn´t the first time you´ve cheated on your husband?" I wasn´t trying to insult her, but I just needed to know, especially, since this was so out of her character.

You don´t know that!

It´s been years, and people change!

"No, Sir," she told me looking ashamed. "He cheated on me," she sighed, "I even found out later on that he was engaged to my father´s girlfriend´s daughter at the same time; who also happens to be five months pregnant." Finally, her facade broke and she literally crumbled. The tears silently cascaded down her cheeks as her shoulders shook with emotion, breaking my heart in the process. I wanted to find that motherfucker and make him pay for hurting my girl. No longer able to keep my hands to myself, I rushed to her side and gathered her in my arms.

Pulling her to stand between my legs as I leaned back to sit on the edge of the desk, I rubbed soothing circles at the base of her spine, and felt her body slowly relax and melt into my touch. "Shh, pussycat, I´ve got you now," I cooed softly into her silky hair. I couldn´t help the overwhelming sense of relief that washed over my body.

The heat of her body pressed against mine, was causing me to burn with desire. There was no need for her to tell me anymore tonight. I just wanted to make her feel good and make all her hurt and pain go away. My cock was wedged between our bodies and from the uncomfortable hardness I was experiencing; I could tell he had a few ideas of his own to help with her forgetting process.

"I´m... so... sor... sorry, Sir," she sniffled. "I didn´t know it was you... please don´t send me away." she whispered softly into my neck.

"Shh... my naughty girl," I soothed. "I could never send you away, you make me so happy the way you serve me." Unable to fight the pull, my lips found the pulse point on her neck and I began to suck lightly. "Mmm... pussycat, you taste so fucking good. Do you feel how much you please me?" I asked as I ground my hard member into her stomach. "See what you´ve done to me naughty girl? How can I sleep so uncomfortable?" I continued to suck and nip at her neck, while I tugged gently on her hair.

"Uhh... please... Sir," she moaned in frustration. Her body was instinctively trying to seek out friction, but I held her hips tightly preventing any movement.

"Please what, pussycat?" I asked through gritted teeth. "Tell me what it is my naughty little girl wants."

"Please Sir," she breathed. "Can this girl have your cock... in her mouth?"

Fuck!

I thought she´d never ask!

My dick twitched behind the thin material, trying to claw it´s way to pussycat. "Fuck... naughty girl,"I groaned. "Your wish is my command. Now, on your knees like a good little pet." I watched in a daze as her body sunk to the floor in front of me, and her pink little tongue peeked out to moisten her lips in anticipation.

Pulling the string on my pants had them falling away in a puddle around my legs. I stroked my engorged member slowly, spreading the oozing pre-cum all around the head. Her eyes glazed over like a crack-whore waiting for a much needed hit. "Is this what you what, naughty girl?" I teased watching her pull the bottom lip that I was dying to bite between her teeth. "You want my big cock in your mouth?" She looked up at me from under her thick lashes and whimpered, while bobbing her head up and down. "Uh, uh, uhh... pussycat," I chastised. "I don´t think you deserve my cock in your filthy mouth." I said roughly as I rubbed the head against her cheek. I could feel sparks shoot throughout my entire body from being in such close proximity of my pussycat. "If you want it beg, beg for the privilege of sucking my cock!"

"Please... Sir," she whined, "can this girl please have your cock in her mouth?"

Her words just made my cock harder, as if that was even possible. "Open!" I ordered. I groaned loudly as her hot mouth closed around my throbbing member. "Ungh... fuck... that´s it pet take my cock in that pretty little mouth of yours." I grunted as my hands made their way into her hair, guiding her movements. Her deep throaty moans vibrated the length of my entire body and fuel my need to fuck her mouth harder. "Fuck, girl! Take it all, take all my fucking cock..." I could feel the coil tightening and balls were heavy with my impending release.

"Mmm..." she moaned deeply. She flattened her tongue and ran it up and down the underside of my cock, before taking in my entire length, until her nose was buried in my neatly trimmed pubic hair. That sent me into orbit and I began to thrust wildly, in and out of her hot mouth.

"Ungh... so fucking good... that´s... it girl," I grunted breathlessly. "I´m so fucking close..." I could feel my orgasm building as I thrust my hips in wild abandon. As much as I was enjoying the feel of her mouth, I wanted to be buried deep in her tight hole, when I finally found my release. "Stop... I need to be inside you," I growled aggressively. Before she could register what was happening, I swiped my hand across the corner of my desk, removing any and all obstructions, and had her sprawled out in front of me. "I can fucking smell your arousal," I moaned ripping away her panties. I swiped two fingers between her folds and just as I thought... she was soaking wet for me. "Naughty girl, you´re so fucking wet," I breathed huskily. "Is that for me pussycat? Are you soaking wet for me? Does having my big cock in your mouth make you wet for me?"

"Mmhmm," she groaned as she pushed her hips back into my hand.

My hand came down quickly on her ass cheek, causing her to yelp in surprise; I´d already warned her once tonight about answering me verbally. "Answer me," I growled yanking her head back by a handful of her hair. "Does my fucking cock make you wet? Tell me now, or I´ll fuck you hard and fast, getting my own release, leaving you wanting and without release." I immediately noticed that her body froze, something I said cause her to react badly. What the fuck? I thought she wanted this as much as I did? At least that´s what her body was saying.

"Red," she whispered as her body began to tremble.

What the fuck just happened? The deviant was howling in pain, wanting to claw his way out. I was so close! Why the fuck did she stop! He screamed over and over, gnashing his teeth and wanting to destroy any and everything in his path.

As much as I wanted to protest; Isabella was my first priority, and I had to make sure she was okay. Not bothering to pull up my pants, I pulled her into my lap. She nuzzled into my neck and I could feel the dampness of her tears as they saturated my skin. I was baffled! I had no idea what I´d done to garner such a reaction. "Talk to me pussycat," I encouraged. "I can´t take care of you, if you don´t talk to me."

"Please don´t be angry with me, Sir," she began, "it... it was becoming too much... to fast."

"Isabella, I don´t understand," I said in bewilderment. "Is penetration a hard limit for you? Did that bastard hurt you?" I couldn´t help the anger and jealousy that flooded my senses at the thought of that monster with his hands on my Isabella.

"No! No, Sir, physically... he... he never hurt me," she stammered. "I... I´m... uh..."

She wasn´t making fucking sense, if nobody hurt her, then why was I sitting here with a hard-on the size of an anaconda. I was beginning to loose my temper. "Isabella, my patience are wearing thin," I warned sternly. "If you don´t want to find yourself across my knee, then you will tell me at once what´s the fucking problem or get the fuck out and stop wasting my fucking time!"

She burrowed deeper into my neck and her words came out in a rush and somewhat muffled. "I´m a virgin!" she blurted out.

"YOU´RE A FUCKING WHAT?"


Ha! Bet you didn't see that one coming! Lol! Hated to leave you naughty pets without release, but it just couldn't be helped. Leave me some love and let me know what you guys thought of there first encounter, now that the cat is out of the bag! As always, I want to leave you guys with something to tide you over until my eminent return!

Rec Time:

House of Hope by rbsschess

Human Sexuality by rbsschess

Be My Master - Head Master? by rbsschess

Diamond in the Rough by lmlx8

My Greatest Masterpiece by luvrofink & MarchHare5

Reliquish by luvrofink

Located on the Writer's

Gateway to the Heart by samekraemer

The Adventures of Rusty and Spidey by samekraemer

LAMTAF 2: La Famiglia by citizencullen25

Sweet Treats and Deadbeats by citizencullen25

And don't forget to check out the blog: www(.)fortheloveofdomination(.)blogspot(.)com

That ought to hold you till I get back! lol!

Laterzzz pets:)

~Krazi & Mojo~

FYI... Mojo says to tell everyone, although he's not into men, Dr. Domward is much hotter in person!