Chapter 11 Bella's POV

Hey ya'll so here we go again another chapter as promised… I told you I wouldn't make anyone wait for to long!

I can't claim them as mine but man I wish they were, well at least Edward I want that man for me and me alone… *sighs*

Well as always mad thanks to all my girls for all the help and love and encouragement I couldn't do this with out any of u!

Steph, Kyla, Rachel, Cat, BBC, Sandra and now added to the crazy family Xquisite prodigy/blue shirt girl…u all make my day better and make me laugh and always bring me happiness… I'm so glad that I fell in love with Edward and the books and ultimately that brought me to all ur crazy asses and god knows I wouldn't change that for the world…

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Pussy Cat Dolls- Buttons

Waking in the morning for me is a bitch. Now waking up to someone banging on my door is just plain cruel…

The banging had been going on for five full minutes before I give in and head straight for the door. On my way to kill the son of a bitch responsible for my early rise, I grab a bat and swing the door open catching the culprit by surprise.

It had been two days since our last encounter and talk. I had been walking on a fluffy cloud ever since we hung up that night; he decided to interrupt my work out. There was a familiarity that hung in the air between us both. I couldn't quite put my finger on the why, I just knew that it was right and I couldn't walk away from it.

Looking at him now, I get a warm feeling through out my entire body, a feeling so pure and full of love that I'm left shaken to my very core. He reminds me of home. Plain and simple. The feelings he invokes in me are so strong, that one look from him melts me on spot and surrounds me in a warm blanket. He makes my little prince charming, that I hold so dear and near to my heart vanish into nothing but I distant memory.

Hearing a loud groan leave his mouth, I'm snapped back from my internal musings, only to see his mouth hanging open as he looks me over from head to toe. His fists are clenched tight and the bags he's holding in his hand seem to be getting crushed by the hulk like grip he has on them.

But the desires in his eyes are what cripple me…

He looks at me as if he was a dying man in the desert and I was his last meal, one that he was more than happy to devour.

Clearing my throat to get his attention up to my face and away from my tits, I ask why the early visit only to get the response of "Sweetheart, it's after four in the afternoon." He chuckles at my extremely confused expression, side steps me and enters my domain, never giving me a chance to invite him in myself.

The shock from my over sleeping and the smell of coffee from the cup he's holding under my nose, snap me back to the present. I'm not alert enough for visitors right now and knowing him, he would take advantage. But instead of voicing all this, I simply just say…

"Thank you …" And trail off.

I realize in this very moment while standing before his deliciousness, he's yet to give me his name. His gorgeous lips turn and give me his signature smirk as his eyes descend to my barely there clothing and he begins to undress me. I stand in front of him in nothing but a pair of lace boy shorts and matching tank in a royal blue color.

His eyes are hungry and his right hand is holding a blue gift bag so tight that the handles look close to breaking in half.

I take the offered coffee he has in his other hand and inhale the sweet aroma. Looking at him from under my lashes, I slowly take a sip and let the sweet nectar slide down my throat as a heavenly moan leaves my lips. Never taking my eyes off of him, I continue enjoying my mid afternoon drink and wait for his response on the whole name fail he has going on.

Patience has never been my virtue.

But he's just way too engrossed on my body, and lack of clothing to notice that I'm starting to run real low. Snapping my fingers in his face he looks up at me and when he registers the look on my face, his ears turn slightly pink and I swear my heart melts at the thought of this creature being embarrassed.

"What were you saying princessa? Your beauty has me so distracted and completely incoherent," the tone in his voice is slightly deeper than before.

"Your name handsome, I asked for your name." I whisper back in my breathy tone, and I see a slight tremor leave his body as he registers the sensual timber in my voice.

"Oh oh, I haven't given it to you? Well let me apologize for my disgraceful behavior sweetness. My name is Edward Masen' and even if I haven't said it before, the pleasure has certainly been mine." His answer, although greatly poetic, has deflated my hopes of him being the little boy from my youth. This man, while being absolutely everything that I never knew I was searching for, will never be the one that got away, never to return again.

Looking back into his eyes I get lost in the similarities between the two. In a way he brings me the joy of seeing what that little sweet and protective boy could have turned out to be. It makes the whole moving on thing seem less daunting and more doable than I ever thought before.

Breaking the silence between the two of us, my bad boy decides he needs to get reacquainted with my curves. I find myself once again, within the span of two days with him pressed against my back, trapped between a wall and rock hard body.

Trailing his nose down my throat he does a combination moan, groan, growl that leaves me soaked and arching my back.

"Do you always go to sleep looking so delectable?" He growls into my ear and the moment that sound leaves his lips my knees give out. He chuckles in my ear and presses his body even closer than before giving my body the support it needs to stand.

"Usually I sleep in the nude. Last night I was cold and decided to wear something to bed to give me the warmth that my sheets were lacking." My response only serves to make him grind his lower half into my ass and for the hand that isn't occupied with that damn bag that he refuses to put down, to fist my hair. Automatically my head snaps back leaving my neck completely exposed to him, just waiting for the attack.

That will start… any minute now.

"You know, you could always call me to bring your bed the warmth it lacks. I would never deny my princessa anything," his last words were accompanied by a thrust of his hips. The hardness I feel pressing and digging into my ass has me seeing stars.

He starts trailing open mouthed kisses down my throat, leaving me shaking and ready to combust from the feel of his soft lips alone.

"Do you like my lips on you love? Don't say a word just nod that pretty little head of yours," his order sends shivers down my spine, leaving me putty in his hands. Shaking my head and giving into his request he continues on with his insane and delicious torture.

"Now since I have your attention, and you are in my arms where you should always be, I'm going to fill you in on how things will go from now on."

This last sentence rattles me out of my bad boy induced coma, but my pussy is throbbing so hard it commands me to stay put and listen to her master.

"Listen and listen well baby, because I will only say this once. You are never, ever allowed to answer that door like you did a moment ago. Do you hear me? This body is for my eyes only. I'm a selfish mother fucker and I sure as hell don't fucking share what's mine, and believe me baby, you are MINE. You will only cum with my fingers, dick, and mouth or the little present I have for you in this bag. Are we clear baby? I said are we clear? Nod if we are on the same page."

The automatic response from my body was a nod, but my brain was yelling out every curse word, I could think of at this cocky son of a bitch.

Liking my response, he cups my pussy and presses the palm of his hand harshly on to my clit. This elicits a deep moan from me. Followed closely by a few curse words, that to my ear sounds more like gibberish, than actual words.

"Fuck Isabella, I love how responsive you are to my touch. I swear it's as if you were made by God to be mine and mine alone. I can feel the heat coming off your pussy and the throb of your clit as it pulses in my hands." His harsh breathing and velvety tones have me on the verge on an orgasm. My body is ready for the release it feels building and just when I think he will give me what I so desperately need, he steps back and orders me to turn around.

As if on cue my body moves without any input or consent from me. It seems to only respond to his commands and his alone.

He reaches for a stray lock of hair and places it behind my ear caressing my cheek after it's in place.

"Now that we have a clear understanding of how our relationship will work, I came bearing gifts. Now be a good girl and open it up and give me some sugar when you're done," He croons at me.

My body has finally caught up to my brain since his closeness has been reduced to a couple of steps away. Finally being able to think without his body clouding my mind, I start to feel the ire that his words have built within me and under my skin.

Grabbing the bag he has placed in front of me, I decide to quench my curiosity and dig in to see what has him so pleased with himself. Digging through tissue paper and endless amounts of confetti I finally grab onto what's inside only to drop the bag on the floor with its contents still trapped in my grip.

Looking at my hands I start to tremble from the audacity this fucker has, how he dare give me what I can only assume is the replica of his cock. I'm pretty sure I'm choking the penis in my hands from the grip in which I'm holding it. But in my defense, it's either the rubber cock or his throat.

"WHAT THE FUCK EDWARD" is screeched into the space and as I register that no one else is there with us, I can safely assume that obnoxious tone came from me. But come on, wouldn't you scream too?

"How fucking dare you come to my home and after assaulting and harassing my ass, you bring me a fake cock. If I was in need of getting laid sweet cheeks, I would just step out that door. I'm sure I could find at least fifteen guys willing to have a romp with me if I so much as had an itch!" My chest is left heaving after my rant.

His eyes hold a certain edge; I've seen on him one too many times. I automatically take a step back, square myself up, and get ready to kick his cocky ass. But before I get a chance he suddenly grabs me around the waist and slams me into the wall, next to my door.

"How fucking dare I? How fucking dare I? Woman how fucking thick headed are you? I've explained this time and time again, YOU. ARE. MINE!" His rant only serves to piss me off even more and my retaliation comes swiftly in the form of blue balls.

Making my eyes bigger and wider, giving them an innocent look, and biting on my lip gives me the advantage I need to flip our positions. I have to make sure once our positions changed, his back is directly to the door and that he is at my total mercy. Grabbing his shirt and in the most seductive voice I can muster while my rage simmers beneath the surface I say…

"I am yours baby."

His smirk comes back at once and he lets me know how pleased he is with my acknowledgement of my place.

I use his cockiness to my advantage, my breasts as a distraction and lean forward to lick his neck. Leaving trails of opened mouth kisses across his collarbone and Adams apple I feel his body tremble. His hands start to reach for me, but I can't let him win this round. I can feel his desire come at me in waves, making my breathing grow heavy and my pussy desperate to just give in. But first he must learn a valuable lesson…

You never fuck with the pussy you so desperately want…

His gaze never waivers from me as he peruses my body and even though the tingles running through me are enough to leave me creaming, I stand firm.

I still haven't released the dildo from my grasp in our entire exchange and use it to my advantage. I look at it with desire and start sliding my hand up and down the silicone model. I make sure to twist my wrist on each downward stroke and even caress the head for added effect. He looks to be holding on by a small thread and this pleases me because I need his total attention for this to work.

I lean forward again, but this time rub the head of his model down my neck, letting it linger on my collarbone for second, as I whisper, asking if he likes the show and if he wishes it was his cock giving my body some love.

His response is a swift groan and the palming of his own cock.

Through his haze he never sees me reach around and open the door. Once it's wide enough for him to fit through, I slide the dildo over the lace on my breast and lightly tap the head over my nipples. I whimper from the heat of his gaze and my own mind conjuring up images of his cock doing the same. I take some steps forward, making him take a couple back; making sure he never misses the show I'm putting on for him.

He never realizes the moment he steps over the threshold and into the hallway as he's too busy following the path of his dildo up to my mouth.

Once the head reaches my lips I open my mouth slowly, letting him see the moisture of my breath steam the tip of the cock in my hands. Slowly, letting my tongue come out to swipe the head, I turn and look him dead in the face and only say…

"Thanks for the gift; I guess I won't need "you" at the moment. My pussy has been throbbing since you walked in that door. It hurts baby, so bad, and since I have your thoughtful gift now, I can go back to my room and fuck myself while calling out your name at the top of my lungs." His breathing is harsh as I finish and before he can take a step forward I say…

"Say goodbye Edward" and slam the door in his face.

I walk through the house muttering "fucker" under my breath as I go and get ready to put the gift to good use.

So whatcha' think?

My rec's for the week are…

Never To Be Mine by TheOnlyKyla- very diff from her regular stuff. This one will suck you in and keep u there holding a box of tissues and screaming at the characters. Please leave her some love and tell her I sent ya.

Ray of Light by lvtwilight09

Once in a while, right in the middle of an ordinary life, Love gives us a fairytale. A drabble fic of love at first sight. With a mysterious rwist at the end.

And last but not least...

I love Mr. North by walkingwithgiants

"My name is Bella Swan and I like porno." Girls like porno just as much as guys do. We're just more on the DL than they are... at least we try to be.

One word people pornward!

Okay and one more thing before I go...

I wanted to say thank you and give a big squishy hug to whoever nom'd me in the best romance category on the Emerging Swan Awards.

Voting is already underway btw...

I was also so amazed when I got my notifications for popcorn/phonesex

Seedling/new author

Lasagna/ best mob

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Thankyou so much for the nom's... I was so blown away by them...

Remember voting starts on the sixth of Sept. And todays the last day to get some last minute nom's in...