A/N: Please R&R. Lemon warning.

Disclaimer: I'm not Stephanie Meyers.

Chapter Seven

Passions

Bella was on edge the next day. She spent the morning frantically getting her things together, too wound up to eat the breakfast I'd prepared for her. Had there been time, I would have brought her back to the moment. As it was, I had let her sleep later than she had intended and there really wasn't enough time for me to enjoy her.

I drove her to the university while she went over her schedule for the week. She was teaching two intro English classes to freshmen and then had two more classes of her own to attend. Her day was full. Knowing I wouldn't see her until late afternoon, my kiss was almost desperate. God, I didn't want to let her go.

I was tempted to spend the day hovering around the campus, watching her through the eyes of others. Instead, I went home, surrounding myself with her scent instead. For a time, I tried to get through the thousands of emails in my inbox but gave up fairly quickly. I was just copied on most of them. My businesses practically ran themselves. The bits that might interest me where well handled by the management I had in place. It wasn't hard for me to find and keep competent people in my employ. No one got past my screening process. Shit employees could interview well then work like shit somewhere else.

All thirty clubs were currently fully staffed with no issues in sight. The emails were just to keep me up to date. Hardly necessary. To keep myself from going mad, I cleaned the house from top to bottom, taking extra care with my toys. I didn't have much in the way of BDSM toys. Most seemed ridiculous to me, but there were a few that I liked.

Bindings were a particular favorite of mine. I enjoyed seeing braces, ropes, and cuffs against the skin of my sub. The fact that I could hold them just as still, if not more so, with my hands was intriguing as well. But sometimes I wanted to use both hands and these implements helped. When I'd started dominating, I used a lot of floggers and whips. Mostly because it had been easier to control my strength that way.

I drew the soft leather strips of my favorite flogger through my fingers, wondering how Bella would feel about it. I let my imagination get away from me for a moment. The image of my sweet innocent Bella tied down, completely at my mercy. Standing over her with the flogger in hand, bringing it down against her soft flesh.

Closing my eyes, knelt next to a trunk in my closet, I could feel myself getting aroused. It had been months since the last time I came. Honestly, before Bella the need hadn't been there. And in the last few days it seemed like all I could think about.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I expected to see Alice's name, but it was Bella.

I miss you. -Bella

I smiled. I miss you too, little one.

A little yellow smiley face popped up. I rolled my eyes. Of course, she sent emojis.

I spent the rest of the day at my piano, tinkering with a new composition. It took a couple of hours for me to realize it was tune of her heartbeat. A sleeping woman, her breath even and peaceful. Every once and awhile she would whisper my name. I closed my eyes, letting myself get lost in the moment. I spent all night watching her, letting the rhythm of her heart lull me into a kind of sleep. My fingers moved across the keys, letting the melody ebb and flow.

Oh, Bella.

When the time came, I rushed back to the campus. Hours apart had been tortuous. As it was, I arrived about thirty minutes early. Rapidly, I scanned the thoughts within the building in front of me, looking for her. It took some time. There were a lot of people. Eventually I caught sight of her through the eyes of her professor. She was sitting in the front row, diligently taking notes as he droned on about Jane Austin.

Pride and Prejudice. Not my favorite, but I assumed it was one of Bella's. She had a well-worn copy now sitting on the bookshelf in my study. I'd unpacked her things after cleaning. I wanted all of her things mixed up with all of my things.

When the class ended, I got a good look at Bella for the first time. She was speaking to her professor about an assignment. The details of their conversation flowed into my mind without me paying much attention to them. I was focused more on her expression. To the random observer, she looked like any other student.

But I was hardly a casual spectator. I could see the stiffness in her figure, the tightness in her eyes. She looked tired and overwhelmed.

Ah, my love, I thought. Come to me, I will look after you.

As she began to leave the lecture hall, another mind caught my attention. There was a young man waiting for her outside the door. He was watching her; lustful thoughts filled his mind. I was out of the car in a shot, making my way through the halls of the college. Bella was at the door when I turned the corner. Her head was down, she hadn't noticed her admirer, but he was approaching her.

"Bella," he called. Her head snapped up; a friendly smile graced her face.

I froze. The smile was true. She didn't feel threatened or upset by this boy. I had no right to stop her interacting with fellow students.

"Hey, Matthew," she said. She didn't stop to speak to him, moving in my direction. This annoyed him, but he followed, undeterred.

"I was wondering what you got up to this weekend," he said.

The image of her in my club assailed his mind. He'd been in the dance hall when she entered. Matthew had watched her move through the throngs of dancers to the playroom. He'd been waiting for her to come back, but, of course, she hadn't. He was intrigued, not only by where she'd gone, but by her interested in the lifestyle. A rather foul idea entered his mind. One that had me wishing I could kill him.

"Oh," she muttered, blushing. He thought of bringing that color out all over her body. "Well, I just hung out, did schoolwork, normal stuff."

This answer didn't satisfy him. "Did you go out?"

She stopped and looked up at him. "What?"

He leaned against the wall next to her, ignoring the way she stiffened and moved away from him. "I saw you at MS on Saturday. I didn't know you were into that."

From his thoughts I knew he thought he was being flirtatious. He misinterpreted the look on her face as one of intrigue. He thought about the first time he'd met her, months ago when the semester started. In his eyes, she'd seemed rather ordinary. Now she was a sexual creature that he coveted. I hated to see the parallel between us in that fact.

"Oh, ummm…"

Although, I hated him for wanting what was mine, I held myself still around the corner from them. His thoughts were not malicious or even predatory, so I felt I had no right to interfere. Bella was more than strong and forthright enough to walk away if she felt uncomfortable. It was not my place to govern her social interactions. In fact, I thought I shouldn't have gotten out of my car at all. As I decided to go back to my car, my phone buzzed.

Stay. Look at her again. -Alice

I brought my attention back to her face. Even seen through the haze of Matthew lustful eyes, I could see a bit of discomfort in hers. Instead of leaving, I moved to the corner of the hall, looking around the bend to see her with my own eyes. Her body was stiff, and her expression had become uncomfortable. Well, that was enough.

As I moved down the corridor towards her, I began typing a response to Alice. Before I could hit send-

You're welcome. -Alice

I rolled my eyes. Coming up behind Bella, her unwelcome companion's eyes widened. As if sensing my closeness, she relaxed, tilting her head back to smile at me.

Oh, yes Alice, thank you.

"Ready to go, Bella," I asked.

"Yes," she agreed quickly. I took her backpack from her shoulder, throwing it over mine. She glanced back at Matthew. "Umm… Edward this is Matthew. He's in some of my classes."

I gave him a blank stare for a moment before speaking. "Very nice to meet you, young man." Bella gave a small snort, biting her lip before she could laugh harder.

Matthew turned red with embarrassment but managed to recover. "Nice to meet you. I'll see you later, Bella."

"See you," she said, dismissively.

I took her home then. She chatted happily about her day, belying no distress. I wondered if she even realized the difference I saw in her through the eyes of her professor. Or perhaps my presence by her side relieved that stress so much that she couldn't remember it. Like a mother forgetting the pain of childbirth once she had her babe in arm. It was an interesting thought.

Once home, I led Bella into my study, situating her behind the desk. She had schoolwork, but I would not be separated from her anymore that day. While she worked, reading and writing notes, I pulled Pride and Prejudice from the shelf. Her copy. I settled on a couch across the room from her. All at once I could read and watch her, thankful I could do both. Of course, I'd read the book before, several times. However, Bella had notated this book with her ideas and underlined the passages she found important or interesting.

Of course, the first sentence. Everyone focused on that. I'd always thought of it as actually rather sarcastic on Austin's part. "It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife." Reading it again, I let it settle on my mind. Sarcastic perhaps, but also just pointing out an obvious truth of the time.

Carlisle had lived through the Regency. His fortune, at the time, had been comfortable. He'd worked as a doctor even then and had been seen to be a quite a catch. His experience colored my understanding of the time. On the other hand, I could see myself for the first time in that quote.

I was a single man of good fortune… I looked up at Bella over the top of my book. I shook myself, that was a thought for another time. I continued with the familiar story. Taking time to think of how Mr. Darcy fell in love first with Elizabeth's eyes. Of course, every word was compared to my love for Bella. Did I fall in love with her eyes first? I impossibly found that I couldn't remember. How was that possible? Or perhaps it was because I'd fallen in love with all of her at once. I looked up to find her eyes. At the moment she was making a face at the book in front of her. I laughed quietly.

"I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun."

Two days. Not even a full forty-eight hours. And yet, I was already entirely enraptured by her before I'd even realized she was my mate. I had been with her an hour when I decided I wanted with her with me always. Vampires were usually very fixed in the moment they were turned. Change was rare and nearly always permanent. The most prominent change in my life, I had thought, was my decision to leave the others in pursuit of my own happiness. I was beginning to think I might be wrong.

I loved Bella. I loved her with a fierceness that allowed certain liberties I'd denied myself for a decade. I never let my subs, even the ones who had moved in with me, into my more personal, private quarters. My study was a sanctuary for me. A place of quiet repose. But here I had led Bella into it, situated her at my desk, placed her books on my shelves, and sat on the couch while she worked.

It was an exceptionally odd thing for me to do. Even when I lived with Carlisle and the others, I'd been very selfish of my personal space. While Alice would often go into my closet to change out my wardrobe, she never touched anything else. No one even laid a hand on my piano. I dusted it and tuned it and shined the surface. It was mine. Our lives might have mingled, but personal boundaries were always respected.

This felt different though. And, of course, I knew that my actions belied the fact that Bella was my mate. Sharing with her was a given. No one sat behind the desk in Carlisle's office, save him. But if I had to be honest, Esme had done it nearly as often as he had. Nothing really belonged solely to Carlisle after he turned Esme, or perhaps even after he'd met her. Everything he had and ever would have belonged to both.

I closed my eyes for a moment, reveling in the idea of sharing all that I had with her. I wanted her to run her soft fingers over every inch of this place. To press her hands against it with a certainty that it was as much hers as it had ever been mine.

Hours later, after Bella made her dinner, having refused my offer to cook for her again, she fell asleep in my arms. I carried her up to the bedroom, cradling her to my chest even after depositing her onto the bed. I couldn't seem to let go of her yet or at all really. The next morning, I did let her go long enough for her shower and dress, while I prepared her breakfast.

This became our ritual throughout the week. By Friday we were a well-oiled machine. I woke her at seven a.m. preparing her breakfast while she showered and dressed. I drove her to King's College, puttering around while she taught her classes or sat in her lectures, waiting the immeasurable hours before I could be with her again. I refined the composition I began on Monday, letting it end in a crescendo of passion. Because I would have her, that sleeping woman, I would rouse her and I would take her and it would be glorious.

By the time I picked her up on Friday, I was practically vibrating with need. And I wasn't the only one. If the sly looks she was giving me were any indicator, Bella was missing our usual play too. The week had been trying to say the least. My usual patterns had been disrupted and I found myself questioning more so than I ever had before what I actually needed to survive.

The simple answer to that was Bella. All I needed was her. I could sit by her side, doing nothing but watch her and be perfectly content. In fact, that was how we spent most of our evenings. Holed up in my study, myself reading while she did her schoolwork. What I wanted was another matter entirely. Holding her every night was a delight, yes, but also torment. The feel of her soft body against mine was a temptation I'd never felt before.

Sitting on the couch of my study Friday evening, I watched Bella over the top of my book. I paid no mind to the words on the page, instead content to let my eyes linger on her. She'd been on edge since waking that morning. Speaking shortly to me, not necessarily angry, but frustrated. I thought I knew what that came from. I was frustrated, as well. In this moment, she was a mass of twitching nerves, unable to focus at all. Eventually, the book in front of her snapped closed, her fingers tangled in her hair, pulling lightly.

I was by her side a moment later. I'd felt her distress growing all week. I had to wonder if it was this stress that had driven her into my club to begin with. Gently, I untangled her fingers from her hair, soothing the sting on her scalp. With firm fingers, I turned her face to mine, slanting my lips over hers. She threw herself into my arms seconds later, slipping her fingers into my hair, tugging, trying to bring me closer.

In no mood to deny either of us, swiftly plucking her out of the leather desk chair, kicking it out of the way, I placed her on the desk. She reached back, pushing her notebooks and textbooks out of the way, all the while wrapping her legs around my waist. She thrust her hips against mine, striving to feel the hardness of my erection against her center. The desire to strip her bare and take her there was nearly overwhelming.

However, I had been thinking of this moment for the past five days. While I had every intention of taking her this night, the way it would happen was not a short rut on my desk-

God, was it even my desk anymore? Bella used it every day.

Gripping her hips, I took us swiftly up to the bedroom. I cupped her chin, bringing her eyes back to mine. She gasped against my lips.

"Mon petit agneau," I whispered.

"Master," she breathed, relief evident in her voice.

"This night will be ours. You will give yourself to me."

"Yes, master," she whimpered her head falling back.

"You are untouched," it wasn't a question, just a statement of fact. I wanted her to think about what I was telling her was going to happen. Her eyes returned to me, biting her lip, she nodded. I smiled. "The pleasure I will give you this night is the kind women dream of."

Her arms came around me again, her lips sealed over mine. I let her have her way for a moment, before disengaging from her. I took a deep breath, bringing myself back into complete control. Her virginity complicated things. It was likely she would bleed. The siren song of her blood hadn't faded, but the idea of hurting her was unthinkable. I was thankful for the short hunting trip I'd taken while she was at school. Control was paramount in this moment.

"Strip."

There was no hesitation this time. A moment after I ordered her, she was naked, her arms by her side. I walked slowly around her, letting her wait for my touch. She clenched her fist, bit her lip, turning her head to keep her eyes on me.

Such a good little lamb.

"Where shall I fuck you?" I whispered to myself, loud enough for her to hear me. She whimpered again. "Perhaps a better question is where won't I fuck you?"

Standing by her side, I tangled my hand in her hair. Gripping the delicate threads, I pulled her head back. She gasped. "Color?"

"Green, master."

I brought my mouth to her throat, running my lips along her fragrant skin. My tongue slipped out, letting her taste flow into my mouth. She was gulping deep breaths, her throat working rapidly. I could taste sweat beading on her flesh. The room was cool, I was more so. This was exhilaration, excitement, and arousal. A smile twitched on my face. It was a heady thing, knowing I could affect her this way.

My love bites had faded by that point and I was eager to put them back. I liked the visual mark of my possession on her body. Sucking her flesh into my mouth, she gasped again. I let it go, watching the red bruise bloom on her throat. Unwilling to help myself, I drew my lips all over her neck, leaving marks all over.

Bringing my mouth to her ear, I growled, "Mine."

She sighed, "Yes, master."

"Get on the bed, on your back."

She rushed to comply. I didn't bother making sure she followed the order, moving with slow sure steps to the closet. I dug through my toy chest, making far more noise than necessary. Collecting wrist and ankle cuffs, I returned to find her laying on the bed, propped up on her elbows. Upon seeing me she threw herself back. I moved lazily to her side, quirking an eyebrow at her. For a time, I said nothing, she squirmed, unable to stop herself.

"Forgive me, master."

I held out my hand, giving no order, waiting to see how she would interpret the gesture. She laid one hand in mine. Good enough for now. I dropped the ankle cuffs. Taking the black leather cuffs, faux fur lined, I buckled one around her wrist, she offered the other wrist. There was a thin metal chain between them.

My finger twirled the chain until her wrists were flush against each other. I planted my foot on the mattress next to her, pulling her up and over my knee. Bella squeaked, but said nothing.

"Color?"

"Green, master," she stuttered. Her tone made me pause.

"Tell me the truth, mon petit agneau," I demanded.

She sucked in a deep breath. "Green," she insisted. "Master."

Satisfied, I pressed against her back, forcing it to arch, thrusting her ass up, quite a lovely invitation. I slipped my finger down her tail bone between the cheeks of her ass, teasing my way through the pillowed flesh, grazing over the puckered hole for a moment. I enjoyed her shivered response before swiftly moving lower. I would have her there soon enough, but not now. Instead my finger slid into the slick wetness of her cunt. She had shaved there, completely bare. My fingers slid through the soft lips, coating my fingers and her lips with her arousal, teasing her entrance and her clit over and over until she was keening.

I sensed her orgasm was coming, without my permission. That wouldn't do. I removed my hand completely. She bit back a scream of frustration. I waited until her breathing evened out and her heart slowed, before bringing my hand back to her cunt beginning my teasing once more. Her arousal came flooding back in a matter of seconds. The keening began again, her hips thrusting unconsciously against my hand. I withdrew once more. This time she couldn't stop the enraged scream, throwing her head back and forth, but said nothing.

My own arousal was becoming uncomfortable. Not something I could easily dismiss knowing that I would soon be buried deep in her yielding heat. My longing for her was like a disease in my mind. Inescapable and inevitable. It would overwhelm me sooner than later, and I would have her. I took a deep breath. My hand came down sharply on her ass. She shrieked in surprise then moaned, rubbing her face against my thigh. I brought my hand down again on the other cheek. Her back arched, her head thrown back now. I could see her eyes were closed in bliss, her lower lip sucked between her teeth, her cheeks were flushed a pretty red. I pushed her off my knee, letting her bounce on the bed. I grabbed her ankles, bring her feet together, strapping them into the cuffs.

"Master," her soft voice begged.

"Color?"

"Green."

"Then hush."

She made an annoyed noise in the back of her throat. Gripping her hips, I flipped her onto her stomach, bringing my hand down on her ass once more, she squeaked. Another spank and she was silent. I flipped her over once more. Although my own need was painful, I wasn't quite done playing with her. With deliberately slow movements I undressed, feeling the heat of her eyes all over me. Her heart was pounding once more, filling the room with the sound. Unconsciously I began humming the composition I'd written for her.

I climbed over her, letting myself brush against her. She was shivering, not in fright or from the chill of my skin, but from arousal. It was so thick in the air it was a wonder I couldn't see it. Settling over her, I let my erection brush against her stomach. The tip of my cock, leaking precum, moved down over her mons, slipping then between her legs. I hissed at the heat of her, the softness, the wetness. I squeezed my eyes closed, knowing they were black with desire. The longing to pull her legs apart and sink into her, pounding with all my might was ever present, but controllable. And it had to be.

The greatest test of my control were moments like this. To succumb to desire was tempting beyond belief. Were Bella a vampire, I could lose myself to the passion, but she was not. I had to be in complete control through the storm of passion that would assail me once I pushed inside of her.

I moved quickly then, kneeling by her side, bringing her legs up and over my shoulder. My hips thrust forward, sliding my cock between her bound thighs. My hardness against her softness. I thrust against her soft lips, brushing up and down her slit, the head of my cock hitting against her clit with every push. She tried to move with me, but I held her still.

"Your pleasure is mine," I growled. She whimpered, desperate for release.

Oh, she would have her pleasure but only once I was in her. Instead, I would have mine. Thrusting against her, brushing my cock over every inch of her cunt, faster than she could see, I let myself some measure of freedom. The pleasure was overwhelming. I came against her warmth, continuing to rub through her soft folds.

The relief was instant and profound. No orgasm had ever felt so good in my life. I threw my head back, taking deep, unnecessary breaths. I let myself revel in the moment. I gloried for a moment in my nature. My cock was still hard and would remain so for as long as I wanted it to. Of course, I couldn't fuck her for a month, no matter how much I wanted to.

With her ankles over my shoulder, I drew my hand over her thighs, hips, up to her breasts. Teasing her nipples until she was writhing beneath me.

"I'm going to fuck you now," I told her. "Is that what you want, mon petit agneau?"

"Yes, master!"

I pushed her knees to her chest, ruthlessly exposing her cunt. I ran the tip of my cock over and over her, teasing for a moment before settling at her small entrance. With practiced, gentle movements, I pushed into her. The heat was overwhelming and only the head of my cock was in her. Looking down, I watched my shaft disappear into her. I tried to focus on the visual instead of the feel of her. The whiteness of my length vanishing into the blood flushed flesh, engorged in arousal.

Once I looked up, Bella had thrown her arms over her head, she was gripping the sheet behind her, tugging at her bonds. She was thrashing her head back and forth, biting her lower lip so hard I was surprised there wasn't blood. Once seated full inside of her, I leaned down, pressing most of my weight on the back of her thighs. She was folded nearly in half, our faces barely an inch apart.

Staring in my eye I could see her awe at the satisfaction of this moment. Here we were finally one. Me and my mate, bound together. There was nothing like the feeling of being so close to her, it was like nothing I'd ever felt before.

Sex had always been as much a test of my control as it was about physical relief. I could never truly lose myself in passion with my human partners, not if I didn't want to kill them. That being the case, I always had to keep my head about me in these moments.

But right then, I pressed my head into her throat, growling with need. God, I'd never wanted anything so much as to sink my teeth into her. Not to drink her blood, but to turn her. I wanted it with a desperation that momentary overruled my better sense. For the second time since I'd met her, I pulled my lips back from my teeth, thoughtlessly letting them scrap against her skin.

"Master."

Just as last time she brought me back. My savior. God, how I loved her in that moment.

Bella brought her bound wrists down, hooking them behind my head. With agonizing slowness, I pulled my hips back and pushed them forward again. Her toes curled over my shoulder at my slow thrusting. I kept this pace for several minutes, wanting to let her acclimate to the feel of me inside of her. It didn't take long for this to drive her to the edge. Her head was thrashing back and forth once more, soft gasping the only sound she made. Were it not for my hands on her hips I knew she would thrusting madly against me.

But I needed this to be slow. Were I to go any faster I knew my control would snap. I heard it then.

"Please, master, please, please," she sobbed. She'd thrown her head back, straining against her cuffs. "Master, please!"

I pressed my lips to hers, focusing on that and letting my hips move a bit faster. I split my attention between the feel of her sucking wet, heat around my shaft, the hard tips of her nipples brushing against my chest, and the soft pillows of her lips on mine. It allowed me to move with surer, harder, faster movements. Still in complete control.

She began begging again. "Please, master!"

"Tell me what you want, little lamb," I demanded through gritted teeth.

"More, master! Harder, faster! More!" she shouted. "Please, master!"

"You want to cum, little lamb," I growled.

"Yes, master!"

I moved one hand from her hips to her clit, moving against the buddle of nerves. Her back arched off the bed and she fought against my other hand and her cuffs. Her keening was deafening now, garbled nonsense, the only discernible words being master and please.

"Cum now," I ordered.

She lost it then. Her cunt fluttering around my cock, squeezing almost painfully. Her shout was short and loud. I stopped my hips while she came, allowing myself the chance to bask in her pleasure. I'd never gotten so much satisfaction from my partners satisfaction. I cupped her cheeks, seated full inside of her, letting her come down from her orgasm. Her eyes fluttered open a moment later, her expression dazed and full of passion.

"More, master," she whispered against my lips. I growled, deep and low in my throat.

Oh, yes, more.

I unhooked the chain holding her ankle cuffs together, pulling her legs apart, laying them in the crook of my elbows, my hands on her ass. I stood then, holding her weight against my chest. I thrust up into her heat. Gravity allowed me to reach deeper, she gasped with each upward thrust. I kept my lips on hers, moving across them as my hips moved against hers. I could feel the quivering of her cunt signaling her coming orgasm.

I could keep this up through a hundred more of her orgasms, both of us coming over and over again. Eventually she would pass out from exhaustion. The temptation to fuck her until she was unconscious was tempting. My need to finish was fast approaching. This time I would explode with her, but not in her.

"Master, please, let me cum again," she gasped, pulling her mouth from mine. "Please!"

I snarled, "Now, cum, now."

Her whole body quaked in my arms. The tight muscles of her pussy, pulsing against me once more. I felt my eyes roll back in my head, the urge to let myself release inside her, almost necessary. I managed to hold back, though, pulling out at the last second to finish once more on her swollen lips.