AN: I know if feels like eternity, but I have not, and will not give up on this story! I hit a bit of a roadblock, but I hope that what I came up with was worth the wait!

A million thanks to the awesome ladies of the DreamTeam...Jess, Jen, Becky, Kasi, & Fiorella, you guys are amazing! Thanks for all your help!

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NUTHIN!


For the Love of Domination:

Chapter Twenty-Five

Training Day...

BPOV

"Ah...ah...aaa..." Master warned, tapping the inside of my thighs with the leather tip of his riding crop. "Legs spread, Isabella, I´m not going to tell you again. I want those fucking knees touching the mattress!" Biting back a whimper, I did as I was told.

"Last warning, Pet, next time, I´m going to going to cuff you to the fucking bed." Moving up the length of my body, until his lips were pressed against my ear, "but not before I place a spreader-bar between your ankles," Master´s sinister voice threatened.

Taking the tip of his tongue, Master licked the entire shell of my ear, before biting down lightly on my earlobe. "That way," he breathed out huskily, "I´ll be able spank my pussy properly!" For reasons I didn´t want to admit, the words falling from my Master´s lips made me even more swollen and wetter than I was before. I swear I could feel my pussy spasm as a gush of liquid left my body.

God, I´m such a whore!

But you're his whore! My conscience reminded me.

Skilled, like none other than an expert of his craft, Master was very in tune with my body, and rarely missed a thing. Sliding the crop excruciatingly slow down my entire length, Master chuckled darkly. "I think my naughty girl likes the idea of me spanking," thwack, "my pussy," thwack...thwack...tapping my clit in quick succession, "look at the mess you're making. I may have to spank you extra for dirtying my nice clean sheets, Pussycat," Master mused in a rhetorical manner before running a single finger through my dripping slit.

Conveniently, he stopped just shy of my needy nub.

Damn...this is fucking torture!

Sucking in a sharp breath, I spread my thighs to infinity and beyond, giving Master full access to my dripping pussy. I was rewarded with a "Good girl" before I felt the lick of his crop land millimeters away from the place where I craved its return the most. Alternating, Master used both the crop and the rabbit fur flogger on my oversensitive flesh.

"Uhh..." I cried as the pain gave way to a slow-building, heated pleasure. This was driving me insane, and as much as I hated it, my body was fucking addicted to the way it made me feel. A warm titillating sensation started at the crown of my head, and ran all the down to the soles of my feet. Pushing my luck, I let out a deep guttural, "Fuck," and was quickly chastised by Master.

I was beginning to think that I was becoming a bit too masochistic!

"Silence," Master hissed angrily. Halting his movements, he gripped my chin, forcing me to look him in the eye. "Or I´ll fuck that pretty little mouth of yours with my cock, fill it with cum, and then shove a ball-gag in it!" The fiery glint in his eyes told me that he meant every single word he said.

I wanted to cry out "Please...please...fuck my mouth!" Anything to keep him going, but I knew that would be the opposite of helpful! The best response I could give right now was the one I gave...silence, because, technically, he hadn't asked me a question.

My hips nearly jerked off of the bed, when Master pressed the button on the remote to the vibrator that was filling my ass. The inner-walls of my rosebud clamped down, around the pulsating object. Biting my lip to keep from screaming, my hands fisted and tugged at the soft bindings around my wrist.

Indescribable pleasure surged through every nerve-ending of my body, as Master picked up the flogger, focusing on the fleshy lips of my swollen mound and my taut peeks. Over and over, with skilled precision, the strands of Master's flogger lapped against my flesh. "Fuck, Pussycat" Master's husky voice sounded in the room. "You have no idea how hard I am at the sight of your flesh turning red from my flogger! Goddamn it!" Master let out a feral growl when my back arched off of the bed.

I just barely could make out the sounds of rustling clothing, before Master slammed into me, filling me to the hilt in one punishing thrust. "Fuck," Master panted over the sounds of our slapping skin. Between the vibrator pulsating in my ass and Master´s thick cock filling my pussy, I´d never felt so full. "You. Better. Not. Cum!" Master ordered in time with each punishing thrust. I knew that I would still be feeling the effects of this fucking tomorrow at work.

…FtLoD…

It was now Wednesday, and we were once again working on some of the finer points of my training. Stamina, orgasm control, and following simple commands were topping today´s list. Master had already warned me that he may not allow me a release, but I was holding out hope that he would finally have pity on me.

Wishful thinking...I know!

If I´m not allowed to cum, today would mark the fourth consecutive day in a row that I hadn´t been allowed to orgasm, and I was just about at my wits´ end. Edward had been working long hours at the hospital, so I hadn´t even had a chance to jump my boyfriend either. If I was being honest, I´d thought about masturbating more than once this week. Too bad my pussy had been locked in a chastity belt since Sunday afternoon.

So, now do you see my frustration?

Back to the matter at hand!

In an attempt to keep my mind off of the release that may very well never come, I conjured up different scenarios to keep from crying out. Each time the crop would strike my body, be it my nipples, thighs, labia, etc., indescribable feelings of hot white pleasure surged through my entire being. I was sweating profusely and in desperate need of some type of release. The coil in the pit of my stomach was moments away from snapping, and I wasn´t sure if I´d be physically able to stop it!

To be honest, punishment be damned...I didn´t want to stop it!

Strapped to the St. Andrew´s cross, Master brought me to the edge several times, but never let me cum. I had long since lost count of the almost orgasms that I'd had. I was dangerously close to losing my mind, but at the same time I felt a sense of pride! Pride in that by holding back my release, I was pleasing my Master.

And his pleasure was the only one that mattered!

Please...please...please Master let me cum! I chanted over and over in my head, like a well-rehearsed mantra, knowing that he couldn't hear me.

But, that didn't stopping him from seeing the plea clearly in my watery eyes. "You´re doing so well, Pussycat," Master encouraged, "just a little bit more my pet." His voice was thick with his own need that was going unmet.

My teeth sunk into my lower lip, and I was afraid that if I didn´t cum soon, I would draw blood!

It was a fight to the finish, and my legs trembled and burned as my hands tugged at the fur-lined cuffs that were binding me to the cross, but I remained in control of my body.

God...this was torture, but fuck if it didn´t feel so goddamn good!

Just when I thought that it was too much, the licks stopped and I was left feeling bereft!

Unlike the previous times, Master dropped the crop to the floor noisily!

What?

What is he doing?

No!

No, no, no nooooooooo!

I´m so close!

Why are you stopping?

I was so fucking close!

Why won´t he let me cum!

Please...please...please, Master!

I need it!

I need to cum!

So fucking badly!

Lost inside my head, I had no idea that I was shivering and sobbing uncontrollably, until I felt Master´s warm familiar heat against my body. "Shh...Pussycat," Master cooed softly while brushing the sweat-soaked strands of hair away from my face. "It´s over now, you did so well, Pet. I am so fucking proud of you." Master pulled the thick comforter from the foot of the bed and lovingly tucked it around my body before getting up to leave.

What?

When did he unhook me from the cross?

Where is he going?

Did I do something wrong?

Why is he leaving me?

My mind was a jumbled mess.

Clueless as to where the sudden feeling of loneliness and abandonment came from, a sob escaped my throat. "Please, please don´t leave me," I whimpered, reaching out for his hand. "I-I n-need you...p-please..." I hiccupped. Honestly, I didn´t even understand what I was asking for, I just knew that in that moment, it was physically hurting me to watch him walk away.

Leaning down, Master´s warm hand cupped my cheek. Automatically, I leaned into his touch, and felt myself once again being grounded. He always knew exactly what I needed. "There, there my pet," Master shushed me, stroking the apple of my cheek with the pad of his thumb. "I´m just going to run you a bath, Kitten, I promise I won´t be far."

In one fluid motion, Master rose from his perch on the side of the bed to go into the bathroom. I whimpered quietly at the loss of his touch, but watched with sad eyes as he disappeared into the adjoining room. Snuggling deeper into the cover, I couldn't stop the tears from flowing. For some inexplicable reason, I couldn´t get a handle on my emotions.

I was feeling extremely vulnerable!

I was cold and lonely as I waited for Master to walk back into the playroom.

True to his word, it wasn´t long before Master was lifting me out of the bed and carrying me into the ensuite bathroom, settling me into the warm sudsy water, before sliding in behind me. Unable to keep it at bay, an appreciative moan escaped from my lips. "Mmmm..." I sighed, melting into my Master´s strong embrace. For a brief moment, I was able to ignore the constant angry throb between my legs, a very brief moment. I wanted cry, but knew that it wouldn´t do me any good.

I was not getting any relief tonight.

That, which does not kill you, only makes you stronger!

Bullshit! My inner-diva called.

Well, it sounded good at the time!

We sat in relative silence as the warm water and Jacuzzi jets relaxed my tense muscles. Even though this was technically a free area, I waited for Edward to address me before speaking. Edward was running the tips of his fingers up and down my arm lazily, and was very much on the verge of putting me to sleep, when the sound of his voice startled me.

"You know the drill, Pet," Master said, causing a tiny squeak to escape from me. "I´m sorry, Sweetheart," he apologized, pressing his lips against my temple. "I didn´t mean to startle you, I just wanted to talk about tonight. Right now, we´re just Edward and Bella, but you are to remain respectful," Master reminded me as an afterthought.

I pondered my response for a beat before Edward prodded with a, "Sooo..."

"So what," I giggled, knowing full well what he was asking of me, but dragging it out a tad bit longer.

A low rumble sounded from deep in Edward's chest and vibrated against my back signifying that I was teetering on the edge of a punishment, or at the very least a chastisement. Call me crazy, but that didn't sound like such a bad idea right about now.

I had no idea why, but all of a sudden I felt a naughty streak coming on. The last few weeks had been tense at work, and I just needed my Master's firm hand to ground me, but now was certainly not the time to allow my mind to wander. Shaking off those errant thoughts, I stowed them away for another day when I was alone.

Taking a deep breath, I exhaled slowly. "Well," I started, feeling my face and neck heat up with my blush. "The pain and pleasure was balanced perfectly, and fuck me, every time you hit my clit with the crop, I wanted to jump out of my fucking skin." Exhaling again slowly, I continued with my overview of tonight´s activities. "My mind and body were one big cluster-fuck with so much happening at once making it was hard to focus. If I had a chance to do it all over again, the only aspect I would change about the whole night was the end. Not being allowed to cum sucked," I huffed in ending.

"Awww…" Edward cooed in a placating tone. "Is my little pet frustrated that she didn´t get to cum?" His hand dipped down into the warm soapy water and grazed my aching slit. His breath was hot and heavy against my ear as he whispered sinisterly. "Do you think that I made an error in my judgment, Pet? Should I have let you cum…" The pressure that he was now applying to my throbbing clit had my brain scrambled and my ability to form a coherent thought was at the moment rendered useless.

Knowing if I answered incorrectly a switch would be flipped, bringing my Master back out to play. Knowing that, I still tempted fate. Painstakingly slow, I nodded my head up and down, fully aware of my disobedience.

Maybe I'll get that punishment after all!

"Tsk…tsk…tsk…" Edward clucked his tongue in between nips and licks to my neck and shoulders. "Wrong answer, Pet." Automatically, my body gravitated to his touch with my neck extending and my pelvis thrusting forward seeking friction. I knew that I was playing with fire, but my need for release was overriding my good judgment.

Edward was lazily stroking my clit, but it was nowhere near what I needed to fall over the edge. Of their own accord my hips rocked forward, I would soon come to regret allowing my body to have so much freedom.

Without letting up on my clit, Edward´s other hand found its way to my breast, and I sucked in a sharp breath when he pinched and tugged at my nipple roughly. "Tell me Pet, do I owe you an orgasm...have I wronged you in some way?" The gravelly voice of my Master sounded on my ear, sobering me quickly.

This was quickly getting out of hand, despite the fact that it was Edward who had initially started the manipulation of my body; I still had no right to cum. That would definitely defeat the purpose of my training, not to mention disappoint my Master, and I didn´t want that.

My logical and illogical selves were engaged in a heated debate, while I panted and moaned like a wanton slut.

You can't do this! The tiny angelic vision argued. Master will be so disappointed with us.

She made a very valid point; it would displease my Master greatly, if I blatantly broke one of his cardinal rules.

But fuck, his hands feel so damn good! The little red devil pointed out. Just this once, let's go with it, in the end, the spanking we'll get will be well worth it!

Trust me on this one!

I would later learn, the hard way, that she could not have been more wrong!

"Uhh…God that feels so good," I moaned desperately. Shaking my head to clear the fog, I struggled to regain control, but failed miserably. "No…s-s-stop..." I choked out in a voice that even I didn't recognize. "It doesn´t matter what I want," I tried again, managing to sound a bit stronger. "My only mission in life is to please you, my Master." Sucking in a ragged breath, I shook off the last of my stupor. "Stop...please," I cried with a little more force this time. "I´m sorry I ever questioned you, Sir."

Though I´d never verbalized it, my actions showed that I didn´t believe that Edward had been fair in not letting me cum. My actions were equivalent to those of a petulant child; I was by no means proud of my actions, but there was nothing I could do about it now; the damage was already done.

Without another word to me, Edward bathed me, and put me to bed...in my room!

That was a slap in the face.

Just like a disobedient child sent to bed without dessert, I cried myself to sleep.

The night was restless until sometime in the wee hours of the morning, the bed dipped, strong arms enveloped me, and once again, my world was made whole again.

...FtLoD...

The week was off to a fucking stellar start.

Already, I´d overslept on Monday.

Tuesday, I got a speeding ticket.

Wednesday, I was late to court, the judge denied my request for a continuance, and Edward had to cancel our playtime due to an emergency at the hospital.

And Thursday, well today was the most exciting of them all.

Unbeknownst to me, Mojo got out when I left this morning, and Seth found him watering the plants in the lobby. I broke the heel on a pair of nine hundred dollar Jimmy Choo's in a crack on the sidewalk, and some asshole left a dent from their fucking door on the passenger´s side of my car.

I seriously needed to fucking woosah!

Like I said, this week had started off with a fucking bang, and the end wasn´t shaping up to be much different!

If anything, I´d say it was getting worse.

"Damn it," I hissed after hitting another brick wall in my case. "I can´t believe I didn´t see this shit earlier. We are so fucking screwed now! I´ll never get her full custody with this on her record!" Tossing the file on my desk, I started to pace. "How could I have missed this? How could I have been so incompetent?"

"Bella, this is not our fault," Angela, my assistant, and the voice of reason cited. "We went over every inch of this damn case, twice, this, is not our fault. Mrs. Stone was very forthcoming, and the only reason this fell into our hands was because I asked Ben to dig a little deeper into her past. My gut kept telling me that she was hiding something."

Angela stepped into my path, effectively cutting me off mid-stride. Grabbing my shoulders, she gave me a little shake. "We always trust our gut, Bella! This is not our fault! We caught it in time, now let´s make this shit work in our favor! Whitlock did not shell out an assload of money to bring you here because you were a fucking mediocre attorney. He brought you here because you´re the fucking best!"

"But Ang..." I whined petulantly.

"No buts, Bella," Angela rebutted, cutting me off. "We request a meeting with the judge and opposing council in chambers, present the new evidence, and he´ll have no choice but to grant a continuance. Both the prosecutor and Judge Cassidy will be surprised by this new development, and neither will want to risk a mistrial. With this new development, we´ve got them by the proverbial balls, B; they´ll have no choice but to give in to our demands."

Running my fingers through my hair, I sucked in a ragged breath, and released it. "God, Angela, what would I do without you? Sometimes I feel like I should be assisting you, and not the other way around." Anytime I worked myself into a full-blown frenzy I could always count on Angela Weber to be my voice of reason." That was why I paid top-dollar to bring her to Seattle with me from New York. Getting her fiancé, Ben as an investigator was an added bonus.

By the time I headed home Thursday evening, I had a better outlook on things.

Well, work wise, my sexual frustrations were still very much a problem.

I feared that if I didn´t cum soon, I´d have a nervous breakdown!

Edward and I had been like two ships passing in the night this week.

Most evenings found me going over my case notes on the balcony with Mojo and Marley curled up at my sides, and a glass of wine after having dinner by myself, or with Mrs. Cope. I could tell that she felt sorry for me, but she never pushed, only offering quiet companionship here and there. At some point during the night, Edward would join in bed, but was always gone by the time I got up in the morning.

I was seriously suffering from withdrawals!

I needed to feel the weight of his body on top of me.

In me.

Moving.

Stretching.

Claiming.

Making me his over and over until I couldn´t remember my own name.

I needed my Master, to take control of the things that I couldn´t.

I felt completely off kilter missing our Wednesday session.

With things taking a crazy turn at work, mishap after mishap over the week, I just needed some discipline!

Order!

Instruction!

Discipline!

Over the past few days, more than once, I´d considered driving to the hospital and begging for what I needed.

Night after night, I tried to wait up for him, but exhaustion would claim me and in the end, I´d miss out on my opportunity.

"Fuck," I growled when I read yet another text stating that Edward would not be home for dinner, again. "I´m so fucking sick of this," I bitched and complained to no one. "I want to fuck my boyfriend, is that so goddamn wrong? Is it selfish of me to want a little fucking me time? Damn it!" I hissed, plopping down on the nearest chair, burying my face in my hands.

I knew going into this that there would be times that Edward´s job would more often than not, keep him away from home. What I didn't realize was how that would affect me sexually, especially after my little orgasm denial training sessions.

Thankfully, Mrs. Cope had already left for her sister´s, so the only ones here to witness my meltdown were the dogs. And I knew that they weren´t telling. Also, without Mrs. Cope around to insist that I eat, I´d damn near finished off a whole bottle of wine. My head was starting to swim, and my judgment was getting very cloudy.

So much so, that I did the unthinkable!

After giving Mojo and Marley dinner, I grabbed another glass of wine, and closed myself up in our bedroom. The sun was setting, and the sky was giving off a beautiful and calming ambiance. Hitting play on the iDock, the room flooded with quiet jazz music.

All those things were making me feel light, free, uninhibited.

Piece by piece, I discarded my clothes.

Never had I felt sexier than in that moment.

I don't know if it was the lack of food and the abundance of wine in my system, or I had just gone plain mad, but whatever it was that was giving me this false boost of confidence, I never wanted it to end.

My entire body was on fire!

Sensitivity heightened.

Flesh.

Breasts.

Nipples.

Pussy.

God my pussy!

All of it, so sensitive.

So hyper-aware of the faintest touch.

Fire blazing.

Consuming.

Rendering my good judgment useless.

I fell.

Fell for the trap my mind had set for me.

Fell for the need to give into my carnal lust, and throw all reason out the window.

Hands started moving.

Hands that were unauthorized to touch what was his.

Hands that betrayed the one that owns them.

But, I was too far gone to listen to reason.

I could not have stopped, even if I wanted to.

And truth be told, I didn´t want to!

Breaths so loud that they echoed off the walls.

Moaning, panting, and chanting, the name of the one who controls me.

Trying desperately to conjure up his presence.

His voice, his hands, his cock...

Anything that will heighten the experience.

After all, I was his instrument, and my body only sang for him.

Tugging.

Pulling.

Pinching my nipples, wanting them to feel the way he makes them feel.

Rubbing.

Slapping.

Flicking, my swollen pleasure nub while visions of him danced around in my head.

So close, but yet so far.

I worked and worked furiously, but my body continued to defy me.

It was his instrument, and would only sing for Him!

"Fuck," I cried as I felt the familiar tightening in my belly.

The burn.

The ache.

The arching.

It was all there, but I couldn't make myself fall!

I was suspended somewhere in-between, dangling over the edge, but unable to fall.

Determined, I rubbed faster, pinched harder, I was going to fucking cum if it was the last thing I fucking did!

"Oh...oh...oh..." I chanted, squeezing my eyes shut in concentration. "Yes...yes...so close...I need...ungh..." My hips bucked wildly, seeking out the pleasure I so desperately needed.

"Tell me, Isabella," Edward asked, velvet voice breaking through my insanity. "Tell me what you need."

The hands I longed for, fingers I craved, pushed my inadequate ones aside and began circling my clit slowly. Instantly, as if I´d had a shot of heroin to my system, my body jolted.

"Like that," Edward asked. "Is that what you need, Isabella?"

"Yes...yes..." I screamed. "Harder, Edward, please! I need it harder!"

One.

Two.

Three fingers slammed into me, pumping out a punishing rhythm.

"Oh my fucking..." the words got stuck in my throat as I sucked in a sharp breath.

This time as I was teetering over the edge; I knew that I would fall.

I knew that there was no going back.

I´d opened the gates of hell, and Lucifer himself had been released.

The feel of Edward rubbing that spot, my spot had me on the verge of exploding.

My mind was cloudy.

I couldn´t think straight.

Somewhere in the deep recesses, I knew that this was wrong.

I was wrong!

How does one come back from the deepest pit of Hell unscathed?

How?

My body was coiled and set to betray me.

Ready to give in to the lust I allowed to betray me.

Betray my Master.

My owner.

I signed a contract.

I gave my word!

My orgasms were no longer my own!

I fucked up!

Four words.

Four short, unassuming words.

Four words, when used together could be like a might wrecking ball demolishing everything in its path.

"Cum for me, Isabella," the voice of my Master commanded.

My eyes shot open.

And I found my voice, but it was too late.

The damage had already been done.

My body betrayed me, just as I had betrayed Him.

"Nooo..." I cried, while my body wracked with spasm after spasm. "Please, no... Make it stop!" I tried to close my legs, but I was no match for Edward.

His strong arms held me open to him, while he continued to rub and massage my g-spot, dragging out my orgasm.

My body relished in the pleasure he gave, but my mind dreaded the outcome. "Yes…yes…oh God yes…" I screamed, only to change my mind in the end. "No…I...no…stop...stop...please!

"No?" Edward repeated incredulously. "Is this not what you wanted? Begged for? Attempted to take without my knowledge? Without my permission?" Edward pinched my nipple, sending me into another tailspin. "I´m just giving you what you asked for, Isabella. What you so desperately needed! What you couldn´t wait for! Ask for! What you felt the need to rob me of!" Each and every word he spat at me cut like a knife.

Wounding.

Stabbing.

Twisting.

Until my heart began to bleed.

Bleed out with the rational of what I´d done.

I gave my word.

Signed a contract.

Relinquished all control.

My orgasms were no longer my own, but I decided to take what didn´t belong to me.

Steal from the man that I claimed to love.

I betrayed the trust that he´d so willingly placed in me.

What did we have, if we didn´t have trust?

After what felt like an eternity, he finally pulled his fingers from my swollen and sensitive flesh.

My muscles ached, and my body felt lethargic.

Unable to move, I just laid there, waiting for the fallout from my actions.

The consequences.

There had to be consequences.

I deserved whatever punishment Edward decided to dole out to me.

Edward stood to leave, but not before I caught a glimpse of the hurt and pain that my betrayal had caused him. "Edward, wait! Let me explain," I begged, feeling tears of remorse burn my eyes.

"No, Bella," Edward said firmly. "I´m going to take a shower now," his jaw clenching and unclenching in restraint, "then if you´re up to it, I´d like something to eat." Turning to look me in the eyes, I saw nothing but love shone in his. "Tonight, tonight I just want to hold my girlfriend. Edward and Bella," he said before heading towards the bathroom. But before closing the door he added, "We´ll just let tomorrow take care of itself."

Oh shit, I was in some serious fucking trouble...

Whoever said, "If tomorrow never comes," must have seen my future.


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