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“Thanks for the ride home, Jane,” I said as I opened the passenger door.

“No worries. I owe you one since you’re picking up my shift tomorrow. Sorry about waiting till the last minute to ask.”

“Any time,” I assured her. “I need the hours.”

“Thanks, Bella. See you later.”


My feet protested as I stepped out of the car. Wearing new shoes for a 12 hour shift at the diner today had been a bad idea, but I didn’t have time to break them in and my old ones were shot. I limped through the front door of my apartment complex, pausing when I came to the cluster of shiny, silver mailboxes. It had been a week since I last collected my mail. There was no point. It’s not like I could pay any of the bills that were sure to be in there. With a sigh, I unlocked the box and removed the stack of mail, trying unsuccessfully not to notice the bright pink envelope that surely denoted something was past due.

Begrudgingly, I made my way to the stairs. As much as I would have loved to take the elevator, I didn’t want to walk clear to the end of the hallway. Thankfully my apartment was on the second floor and not the sixth. I breathed a sigh of relief when there was nothing taped to my door. Yesterday was the first of the month, making me officially 90 days behind on rent.

I kicked off my shoes before the door finished closing behind me and dropped the stack of mail onto the ever growing pile on my kitchen table, opting to sort through everything tomorrow when I get paid. I wasn’t used to getting a check every other week; it made it hard to budget. At least I had a job, even if it was a crappy one.

I plopped on the couch before glancing at the clock. If I went to bed now, I would get almost six hours of sleep, and that was without eating dinner and showering, both things I desperately needed. Maybe if I closed my eyes for a couple of minutes . . .

A loud knock on the door caused me to jump. It was way too late for a social call. I looked through the peephole and was met by a familiar face. I didn’t know the man personally, but I did recognize him. I assumed he lived on one of the upper floors as our paths had crossed in the stairwell on more than one occasion. He was tall and thin with a messy mop of bronze colored hair that always fell into his green eyes. He had a nice ass, too. I knew this because, whenever he walked by, I always turned around for a view from the rear.

My heart pounded in my chest. I looked down at myself and groaned. I was still wearing my work clothes—a black skirt and a tight white T-shirt with a giant mustard stain across it. Not that it mattered. He probably got some of my mail by mistake or something and was just being neighborly.

“Hi,” I greeted shyly after opening the door.

He seemed surprised to see me at first, as though our roles were reversed and I was the one who knocked on his door. He smiled, boyishly, mischievously, and I couldn’t help but notice his lips and the straight row of pearly whites. I was a sucker for guys with nice teeth. “Hello, are you Miss Swan?” he asked in a voice so smooth, so velvety, it made me weak in the knees.

“Yes,” I answered uncertainly. His overly formal tone took me off-guard. “Please, call me Bella.”

“Bella,” he repeated. “Beautiful name. May I come in, Bella?”

“Um—” The situation sent up a red flag, and I instinctively gripped the door handle tightly. “What is this about?”

He leaned toward me, a smile still playing at the corner of his lips. He was so close I could smell him. Damn, he smelled good, too.

“We need to talk about your past due rent.”

A maniacal sounding laugh escaped my lips, and I clapped my hand over my mouth. “I’m sorry, but who the hell are you?”

“Your landlord.” He stood up straight and crossed his arms over his chest, obviously displeased by my reaction.

“Oh, yeah? Since when?” I challenged.

“Since now.”

My amusement quickly turned to annoyance. “In case you aren’t aware, Carlisle Cullen owns this building, and last I checked, you’re about twenty years too young to be him.” I tried to slam the door in his face, but he moved quicker. His outstretched arm prevented it from closing.

“My name is Edward Cullen.” He dropped his hand from the door and held it out. “Sorry, I should have introduced myself first.”

“Oh.” I shook it, not wanting to be rude, and truthfully too shocked to know what else to do.

“My father’s a busy man. I’ve recently taken over for him here. Trust me, if I was in charge three months ago, your failure to pay wouldn’t have been overlooked for this long. Actually, I’ve been trying to find you for the past few weeks, but you never seem to be home.”

“What can I say? I work a lot.”

“Hmm.” He regarded me for a moment, a slight frown forming on his face. “May I come in now?”

“Why?” I asked harshly but stepped back anyway. Edward entered my apartment and closed the door quietly behind him.

“I need a payment. Can you pay half of what’s due?”


“One month?” I shook my head, and he sighed. “You have to pay me something.”

“I can’t, okay?” I snapped. “I get paid tomorrow. Come back then.”

“How much?” he asked skeptically.

“I don’t know. A month’s rent, maybe.” This time my answer came out sounding defeated instead of indignant.

“Look, I don’t want to evict you, okay?”

“So don’t.”

He ran his hand down his face and sighed again. His eyes scanned my apartment, finally settling on the large stack of mail on the table. “Bills?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“Ooh, feisty. I like it.”

I scoffed loudly.


“Miss Swan,” I corrected through my teeth.

Miss Swan.” Edward smirked. “Would you be open to coming to an . . . alternate agreement?”

“Like what, a payment plan? It’s not necessary. I’ll give you the money when I get it. I promise.”

“No, not like a payment plan.” His tongue darted across his lips as his eyes scanned my body hungrily. It took me a moment to figure out what he was referring to.

“No! Absolutely not.”

His expression darkened, and he quirked an eye brow.

“No,” I repeated.

“Come on. It’ll be fun.”

“I’m not a prostitute!” I yelled. “How dare you?”

“How dare I? I’m trying to help you.”

“You’re taking advantage of me. This is sexual harassment! I could press charges.”

“I’m not sexually harassing you,” he argued.

“Yes you are. You’re threatening to evict me if I don’t have sex with you.”

“No, I’m threatening to evict you if you don’t pay the rent you owe. In case you forgot, you signed a lease. I’m simply offering you an easy opportunity to erase some of that debt. Besides, I didn’t say anything about sex.”

“Yeah, but that’s what you meant. It still counts.”

“Look, if you want to pay, that’s fine. But I can’t give you more time. If you don’t have at least one month’s rent by tomorrow . . .”

“You’re gonna evict me?”

“I’ll give you an official notice, yes.”

I wiped my eyes before glaring at him through angry tears.

“I’ve obviously outstayed my welcome.” Edward removed a wallet from his back pocket and pulled a business card from inside. “Call me when you have the money. Tomorrow,” he clarified. He placed the card on the table and let himself out.

I slept horribly, haunted by the events of the day. I dreamed of being dragged out of my apartment, of coming home and finding the whole building and all my belongings missing, of calling my estranged parents and begging to come home. The most vivid dreams involved Edward. Everything felt so real. The weight of his body as he moved on top of me. The sound of his grunts with each thrust of his hips. The warmth of his breath as he whispered how I was his dirty little whore.

I bolted upright in bed. My heart pounded, and I was covered in a cold sweat. I tried to block the vision from my head. What disturbed me most was that, for the life of me, I didn’t know whether I had been enjoying my mind’s creation or not.

Unable to sleep, I got out of bed. I’d rather get to work early than stay here. Hopefully it would distract me from my current predicament. I showered, dressed, and left my apartment as quickly as possible. Walking sucked. Luckily it wasn’t too far. My feet felt a lot better than they did yesterday.

It was a slow morning at the diner, and working didn’t create the distraction I was looking for. My mind kept wandering back to Edward and his offer and the pile of bills stacking up on my kitchen table. I hated asking for help, and I wouldn’t take money from anyone even if they offered it. Doing nothing wasn’t an option, though. Jane might let me crash with her until I got back on my feet, but she wasn’t around to ask.

“Slow day,” Tanya, the other waitress, commented as I sat down for my break. “Checks are ready, by the way.” She tossed an envelope on the table in front of me.

Seeing the little white rectangle brought instant relief. It felt like a giant weight had been lifted from my shoulders. Unfortunately, when I opened it, the weight fell right back down. “Damn taxes,” I muttered.

“Tell me about it.”

“I need to find a high paying job. A high paying cash job. This is ridiculous.”

“You could always sell yourself for money.” Tanya was teasing, but the comment hit too close to home. I felt nauseated.

“That’s a horrible idea.”

“Not really,” she mused. “I mean, getting paid for sex? Sounds like fun to me. Well, you’d have to watch out for STDs and creepy psycho men, but other than that . . .”

“Thanks for the suggestion,” I said sarcastically.

“Sugar Daddy?”

“Har, har.”

She threw a wet rag at me. I ducked at the last minute, and it flew over my head.

“Or, you know, we can just work here for the rest of our lives.”

Wasn’t that the truth?

I sat in the back room after my shift was over. In one hand I held my measly paycheck; in the other I twirled Edward’s business card. The check was just enough to cover one month. It would get him off of my back, but for how long? Would I find myself in the same situation two weeks from now? And what about my other bills? If I could get out of paying rent, even for one month, my other accounts would be current.

Edward’s offer was sounding better and better.

Against my better judgment, I picked up the phone and dialed his number.

“I’m just going to get more details,” I told myself. “I’m not committing to anything.”

“Cullen Properties,” answered a voice like velvet.



“This is Bella. Bella Swan,” I said nervously.

There was a bunch of shuffling on the other end, followed by a momentary silence.

“Miss Swan.” His voice was quiet. “I didn’t expect your call so soon.”

“Yeah, well—” I paused to take a deep breath. “Listen, I wanted to talk to you about what we discussed yesterday.”


“About . . . alternate payment methods.” I cringed as I forced the words from my mouth.

“Oh.” He sounded surprised. “Have anything specific in mind?”

“Actually, I was hoping you would tell me more.”

“Hmm.” I held my breath as I waited for him to continue. “That’s not something I’m comfortable discussing over the phone.”

“Please.” It came out more pathetic than I intended. “I just want to know what you expect from me. What I’d have to do.”

He sighed and spoke softly. “I’m not going to make you do anything; you understand that, right?”

“I know,” I said, although him confirming it was a big relief.

“I don’t want you agreeing to something you’re going to feel bad about later.”

“That’s just the thing. I’m not sure what I’d be agreeing to.”

“Whatever you want it to be,” he said, somewhat exasperatedly.

“How much of my rent will go away?”

“That depends on what you let me do to you,” he said after a short pause. His voice was gruff and lower than usual, and it sent tingles through my body.

“What do you want to do to me?” I was afraid to hear the answer, but I had to know.


My heart started beating double-time, and I swallowed thickly. Excitement and nerves twisted in my stomach. I felt like I was going to burst.

“We don’t have to decide now,” he said quickly. “Let’s just see what happens. We can hash out the details after.”

“How do I know you’re not going to screw me over?” I asked. This wasn’t something we could draw up a contract for, and I wasn’t about to give him any part of my body without knowing exactly what I’d get in return.

“I fully intend on screwing you, Miss Swan,” he said playfully. “But don’t worry, I promise to be fair.”

For the first time, I seriously considered Edward’s offer. I was no virgin, and it was just sex. It’s not like doing the dirty deed with him had never crossed my mind. He was an attractive guy. Just when I thought my mind was made up, doubt and insecurity set in. The little voice in my head told me this situation was wrong.

“Are you still there?” he asked uncertainly.


“Apartment 6B, seven o’clock. Bring one month’s rent or an overnight bag. Your choice. We can talk more then. Oh, and Miss Swan?”

I waited.

“Wear a skirt.”



I didn’t know what to do. I weighed my options while I showered and shaved my legs. This would be so much easier if I knew what to expect! I wanted to know just one thing so I could mentally prepare. My mind wasn’t made up, even as I pulled on a skirt. It wasn’t tight, but it was short, and I hoped—if I decided to do this—it was what Edward had in mind.

It was 7:05 when I was finally ready. I tossed both my checkbook and a toothbrush in my purse, not having come to a decision, and made my way to his apartment.

My knock was quiet, and part of me hoped it would go unheard. Edward must have been expecting me to follow through because he opened the door immediately. He stood before me in a pair of well-worn jeans and a dark blue T-shirt. His hair was wet, his face was freshly shaven, and his feet were bare. He smelled clean and fresh, and I felt myself leaning closer to get a better whiff.

His eyes scanned the exposed skin of my legs, and my face turned red under his scrutiny. It made me uncomfortable, but I couldn’t deny a part of me liked the appreciative way he looked at me. His smug expression fell as he focused on my empty hands. Opening the door all the way, he moved back and motioned for me to enter. I stepped cautiously inside his home.

“Miss Swan,” he greeted.

I took a deep breath before speaking. “I need something concrete.”


“Yes. If I’m going to do this, I want to be guaranteed something going into it. Tell me at least one thing you want me to do and what I’ll get in return. That way you can’t say that I didn’t hold up to your expectations.” I waited while Edward regarded me. His face contorted as he chewed on the inside of his cheek.

“You understand why I’m hesitant to make a verbal agreement, don’t you?” he asked. “I trust you. I need you to trust me.”


“I don’t want this to feel like a business deal,” he explained.

“That’s exactly what this is,” I countered.

“It’s not going to be any fun if you’re just looking for a way to get it over with as quickly as possible.”

This time it was my turn to be exasperated. “Just name something.”

“I want your lips wrapped around my dick,” he demanded while raising his pointer finger in front of my face. “One month.”

A blow job. I could handle that. It wasn’t anything too crazy, and in all honesty, it was something I expected to do anyway. And if that was all I had to do to make a month’s worth of rent disappear . . .

I exhaled a shaky breath and nodded my head.

Edward’s hand came to rest on my hip, and he moved closer. He dipped his head, but as his lips ghosted across mine, I had second thoughts. I turned and stepped away from him.

His kitchen was directly off the entry way, just like mine, and I wandered into it. He didn’t make a sound as he followed me. I braced my hands on the countertop and ducked my head.

There was no way I could do this. I didn’t have enough confidence to pull it off. It was too hard to put myself out there in front of a stranger. All my flaws would be on display. Edward was a ridiculously attractive, sexy, smooth talking man who wasn’t blinded by love. What if he didn’t like my small boobs or the shape of my butt? What would I do if he thought I was terrible in bed? I didn’t think I’d be able to handle the mortification.

I had to remind myself that I was doing this to get ahead, not to impress him.

“Would you like a drink?”

My eyes snapped open. I watched Edward pour a bit of whiskey into a lowball. He slid the glass in front of me. “Are you trying to get me drunk?”

“I think we both need to relax.”

I didn’t think he needed to relax. He seemed to be handling the situation just fine. But maybe he had a point. Lifting the glass to my lips, I took a tentative sip. It burned all the way down. “Ugh,” I said, setting the glass back on the counter. “That’s disgusting.”

“I have wine.”

“No, thank you.”

Edward picked up the glass and poured the amber liquid into his mouth. Even his post-shot grimace oozed with sex appeal. He set the tumbler into the sink before moving to stand behind me.

“I want this to be fun for you.” His gravelly voice sent chills down my spine. “Just know that whatever we do, you will not be left unsatisfied.” This time he placed both hands on my hips. “And we can do whatever you want.” His lips were warm against my neck, and I had to bite my lip to keep quiet. He slid his hands to the front of my body and pulled roughly. I fell back against him. His erection pressed against my lower back. “Do you feel this?” he asked as he rubbed against me. “I have been hard all day long. You can’t imagine the things I want to do to you.”

My breath caught as his hands touched my bare thighs. He slid them underneath my skirt and hooked his fingers in the sides of my panties. Slowly, he dragged them down my legs until they dropped to the floor. His body left mine as he bent down. There was a tug against my ankles, and I stepped out of the small piece of fabric so he could take it.

Edward stood and turned me around. He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed my behind firmly as he held me against him again. His lips were soft against my neck. I tilted my head back to encourage him to continue. I was still nervous, but my desire for him was winning out.

He slid one hand to the front of my body and cupped me between my legs. “Give yourself to me,” he whispered. “I want to be in charge.”

His words both excited and frightened me. I didn’t want to call the shots, but I didn’t know him. Even though that fact alone held a lot of appeal, I wasn’t ready to give him free reign over my body.

“You won’t regret it,” he promised. “You can always tell me to stop.” He continued placing delicate kisses along my neck and jaw as his hand flexed against me. “Just let me have the control.”

I nodded my silent consent, unable to voice my desires. Edward took my hands and walked backwards, leading me into the living room. He stopped in front of the couch before releasing me.

“Get on your knees.”

I sank to the floor as he unbuckled his belt and popped open the buttons of his fly. He lowered his pants and boxers past his hips and sat down on the couch. I tried not to stare, I really did, but I couldn’t tear my eyes from him. He was so . . . thick. He could do damage with that thing. Suddenly my forfeit of control didn’t seem like such a great idea.

“Come here.”

I crawled to him, positioning myself between his knees. He grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head, leaving me in only my bra and skirt. I reached out and wrapped my hand around his cock. His girth made me want to laugh. Or cry.

What did I get myself into?

“Huh-uh,” he said as he brushed my hand away. Snatching both my wrists, he dragged me as close as possible. He lifted his hips and slid my hands under his legs before sitting back down. “You won’t be needing those.”

It was obvious he wanted me to jump right to sucking him off. I bent forward and licked up his length. When I swirled my tongue around his head, he rewarded me with a moan. He didn’t let me tease him for long, though. His fingers twisted into my hair, and with both hands, he pushed me down onto his dick.

Edward started out at a slow pace, pulling my head up every time he made contact with the back of my throat. After a few minutes he began pushing a little farther. Each downward stroke became deeper than the one before as my throat adjusted to the invasion. With Edward guiding my head, I put all my concentration into staying relaxed and breathing steady.

“You’re doing so good,” he praised, stopping half-way in my mouth. “I’m going to hold you down. I want to get deeper.”

When I went down again, I took more of him than I had before. True to his words, he didn’t let me up, instead pushing my head down steadily. My throat burned as he forced himself into it. I tried to stay calm, but without being able to breath, panic quickly set in. My stomach convulsed violently, and he let go of my head.

I coughed and sputtered as I knelt before him, and he waited patiently while I caught my breath. I looked up worriedly, afraid that my reaction was a deal breaker. The expression on his face surprised me. He didn’t look upset at all. If anything, it was a look of sheer bliss.

He pulled me toward him and held me by my hair. With his other hand, he grabbed his cock and tapped it against my lips.

“Kiss it.”

I obeyed his command, kissing and licking the best I could, but he kept moving just out of my reach. He swept his cock across my cheek, leaving a trail of pre-cum. He cursed and smacked himself against my face a few times before guiding himself back into my mouth.

“One more time,” he said. “All the way. I want to feel your nose pressed against me.”

I moaned around his dick. His words affected me in ways I would have never expected. I was surprised at how my body was reacting to this situation. Everything about it turned me on—my hands pinned beneath his thighs, the way he controlled my head, his domineering words. Even my missing underwear added to the experience as the evidence of my arousal made its way down my legs.

Taking a deep breath, I relaxed my throat and took in as much of him as I could. My body stretched to accommodate him as he pushed me the rest of the way down. Warm skin met my face as he held me down, flexing his hips to get deeper.

“Fffffuck!” he cursed loudly. “I want to come like this.” He held my head steady as he made short, jerky thrusts. “Swallow every drop.”

He came into my mouth, hot and thick. I swallowed as much as I could, but the way he was moving made it impossible to comply with his demand. I coughed as it hit the back of my throat, causing some to spill from the corner of my lips.

We were both breathing heavily once he finished. Edward shifted, freeing my hands. I tried to wipe my face, but he grabbed my wrist before I could. He squeezed my chin between his thumb and fingers and tilted my head back.

“You missed some,” Edward said darkly. I was about to apologize, but before I could, he licked the trail from my chin and kissed me. I could taste it on his tongue. It was a turn on knowing he didn’t have an aversion to his own semen. “You give great head,” he murmured against my lips.

“Um, thank you?”

Edward chuckled as he pulled me up to straddle his lap. I could feel how wet I was as our bodies came together. It made me self-conscious.

“Wow,” was all he said about it. He combed his fingers through my hair in an attempt to fix the mess he’d made of it. He smiled and tucked the strands behind my ears. “Do you want to keep going?” he asked softly.

This was it. I fulfilled my half of the bargain. I could walk away right now and never look back or keep going and make the most of this opportunity.

If I was being perfectly honest with myself, I didn’t want to stop.

“Do you want to keep going?” I asked.

“Hell yes.” He said it so excitedly I couldn’t help but smile in return. “There are so many things I want to do. I’m not even close to being done with you.”



Edward led me to his bedroom. It definitely belonged to a single guy. The queen-size bed was made. Kind of. The black comforter had been straightened. There were only two pillows and no sign of any shams. I hoped the sheets were clean.

“Is this okay?” he questioned. I nodded, and he folded the blankets down. “Lie on the bed.”

I slid to the middle of his bed and lay on my back. Edward removed his shirt. His open jeans dropped to the floor in the process. He kicked them off, then leaned down to pull his belt from the loops. Sauntering to the bed, he crawled on top of me, placing his legs on either side of my hips.

He began by teasing my nipples through the thin fabric of my bra. They hardened under his touch. He placed his palms over my breasts, squeezing gently. I arched my back, making it easy for him to remove my bra. He continued his assault against my bare skin, pinching and rolling and tugging, and I squirmed beneath him as the sensations bordered on too much.

Still, I wanted more.

Edward stopped abruptly and I sighed, both in relief and longing. He folded his belt in half before trailing it across my stomach and chest, leaving a path of goose bumps. I hissed when he dragged it across my over stimulated nipples.

“Hold out your hands.”

I did as he said but quickly jerked them away when he began looping the belt around my wrists. “What are you doing?”

“Tying you up,” he answered.

“No.” There was no way—no fucking way—I was letting Edward tie me up. I didn’t even know him! I couldn’t just let a stranger render me helpless and let him have his way with me . . . could I?

No, I couldn’t.

But, god, I wanted to.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he stated.

“I know.”

“Tell me to stop and I will,” he said. “But I bet you won’t.” Leaning forward, he placed a kiss behind my ear. “Trust me.”

I melted into the bed as Edward gently kissed up and down my neck. He sat up, and I silently offered him my hands. He grinned as he wrapped the belt around my wrists. I swallowed nervously when he lifted my arms over my head.

Instead of securing me to the headboard like I expected, he simply hooked the ends of the belt around one of the rungs and placed them into my palms. He closed my fingers around the leather and squeezed, wordlessly instructing me to hold on. Most of my apprehension vanished once I realized he wasn’t actually tying me up and that I could easily free myself if I wanted.

Which, according to him, I wouldn’t.

“One last thing,” he said as he stood up. “This skirt is sexy, but it needs to go.” He took a fistful of the fabric and roughly yanked it down my legs. The sudden exposure caused me to blush. Edward tsked when I pressed my knees together. “Open them.” I parted my thighs as he crawled between my legs, but it wasn’t enough. Placing a hand on each knee, he spread my legs as wide as they would go. I wasn’t sure which was more of an invasion, my body being on full display or the shock of cold air hitting my wet skin.

“Beautiful,” he groaned. “Look how ready you are for me.” I shivered as his hands slid down the inside of my thighs, stopping just short of where I wanted his touch the most. “I’m going to fuck that tight little pussy of yours, but first I’m going to see how wet I can get you.”

I drew a ragged breath as he slid two fingers into me. I arched my back, trying to get more friction. He knew what I wanted; it was evident in his smirk. “What’s wrong, baby? Do you want me to touch you here?” he asked as his thumb stroked across my clit. I moaned and shifted my hips. He laughed devilishly. “Hold on, I have an idea.”

Keeping his fingers in place, Edward reached across the bed and opened the nightstand. He pulled out a small, rectangular object and held it up, looking at me questioningly. It took me a moment to realize it was a digital camera.

“No way,” I said, shaking my head.

“Are you sure?” he asked as he flicked his thumb across my clit. I rolled my hips, whimpering at his touch. He set the camera down and continued rubbing circles against me.

“What’re you gonna do with them?” I struggled to form a complete question. “The pictures, I mean.”

“Nothing,” he answered with a shake of his head. “They’ll just be for me.” He did something with his fingers that made my body arch off the bed. In that moment, I felt like there was nothing I would deny him.

“Not my face.”

Edward smiled and picked up the camera. It chimed as he pressed the power button. I closed my eyes and tipped my head back, breathing deeply. His fingers left my body and he pushed my legs apart again. I heard the first click of the shutter, followed by another. He teased me, stroking inside and out as he continued taking photographs. My heart rate rocketed every time I heard that little noise. It was risky and taboo, and I loved every moment of it.

“I can tell you’re enjoying this,” he said confidently.

“Mm-hmm,” I whimpered in return. There was no sense in denying it.

“You know, that’s the third time you’ve told me ‘no’ and then changed your mind. And just look at you, all sopping wet and writhing around on my bed. You should really say yes from now on.”

“Okay.” My acquiescence came easily.

“Besides, if you didn’t let me do this, you’d never know how much you like being a star.” Edward snapped another picture for emphasis before focusing his attention on the camera. “Mmm, I love the photos of you getting finger fucked. It’s hot seeing them inside you, but why stop at two?”

Without warning, he roughly pushed three of his fingers into me and began working me over. I flinched each time he bumped the overly sensitive skin above. It was never by accident. I was certain of it. He seemed to know exactly what to do to make my body sing for him.

“That’s it,” Edward crooned. “Get my fingers nice and wet.” He paused his movements. The camera clicked. There was even more pressure as he filled me up again. Tensing, I gripped the belt above my head and groaned. “Relax,” he whispered. “I’m much bigger than this.”

Edward took pictures while allowing me to adjust. When I told him I was okay, he began slowly twisting and pumping, working his fingers in and out of me. He switched between slow and fast, hard and soft, constantly bringing me closer to the brink and then backing off. I whimpered and moaned and begged, but he wouldn’t allow me a release.

When he pulled away abruptly, I wanted to cry. My body throbbed where his hand had been. I felt empty. It was the sweetest of torture.

“I can’t wait any longer,” he said gruffly. He quickly stripped off his boxers and climbed between my legs. Reaching between us, he rubbed his cock against me before shoving it inside. I felt myself stretching as he entered, filling my body in a way he couldn’t have prepared me for. I squeezed my legs around him as he started thrusting.

“Breathe,” he whispered. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. He pried the belt out of my grip, freeing me from my faux bindings. “Hold on to me.”

I wrapped my arms around Edward’s shoulders. Something about his quiet request made him seem vulnerable. It occurred to me that, even though I had relinquished my control, I didn’t have to remain completely idle while he fucked me. He would probably enjoy my voluntary participation.

Trailing my hand down his spine, I dug my nails into his backside. His thrusting faltered and he groaned quietly. I kissed a path up his neck, licking the salt off his skin, before catching his earlobe between my teeth. His warm breath fanned across my shoulder with each shaky exhale.

Edward placed his hand behind my knee and bent my leg toward my shoulder. He straightened his arms, causing him to slide deeper. We both groaned with the new angle as he plunged into me with a renewed fervor. Maintaining his rhythm, he looked around frantically, his gaze finally falling on the camera sitting on the foot of the bed. He cursed, and turned back to watch our bodies move together.

“I’m going to come inside of you,” he said in a strained voice. With a few more deep thrusts, his body shuddered, and he rocked against me as his climax overtook him. When he was finished, he collapsed on top of me. The weight of his body pressed me into the bed. In all my life I had never felt so helpless and turned on and sexually frustrated all at the same time.

“Edward,” I begged. “Please.”

He pulled out of me and sat back on his knees. “Get on all fours,” he ordered. I did as he told me, groaning in complaint. His hand came down on my ass quickly and unexpectedly, leaving a harsh sting in its wake. “Stay.” I felt his weight lift from the bed and listened to his footsteps as he left the room.

I waited as patiently as I could for him to return. When he came back, I glanced over my shoulder to look at him. “No peeking.” His voice was playful. I looked down at the pillows in front of me and felt him drop something onto the bed.

“Now, this I need a picture of,” he said as he crawled behind me. “You with your ass in the air, exposed, ready and waiting for me to do whatever I want.” I heard the telltale click and wiggled my hips, wanting nothing more than for him to touch me. I felt something wet run down the inside of my leg as I moved. “Fuck, you look so sexy with my cum leaking out of you.” He placed his palm against my thigh and rubbed the still-warm fluid into my skin before sliding his hand higher. His fingers entered me again, spreading me open easily with the added lubrication. I moaned and pressed my hips back against him.

“Soon,” he promised in a low murmur. “There’s just one more thing I want to do.”

I whimpered in frustration as he removed his fingers. He dragged them higher, grazing the sensitive skin between my cheeks. I inhaled sharply as he applied more pressure and began caressing the area.

“What are you doing?” I choked out.

“You know what I’m doing,” Edward teased, applying more pressure. “Are you going to tell me no again?”


He paused.

“No, I mean . . . I’m not telling you no,” I amended.

My body gave way as he pushed his finger into the tight opening. It felt foreign and awkward, but I couldn’t deny that a small part of me liked it. I sighed when he began to move in a slow rhythm, and he groaned as I rocked back to meet him.

“You’re such a good girl.” Edward’s praise made me want to do anything he asked. I wanted to be good for him.

I was disappointed at first when his finger slid from my body. There was a quiet snap, and when he teased me again, it was cold and slick. I realized he must have left the room earlier to get lube. Slowly, he penetrated me, this time with two fingers. I tensed at the invasion.

“Relax, baby,” he cooed. “You’re doing so good.” With his other hand he began rubbing my clit, flicking and pinching the hypersensitive skin. I squirmed, unintentionally pushing him deeper. He picked up the pace, working me vigorously from both ends. After a few minutes, I got lost in the sensations, and my muscles began to contract. Just as I was about to reach my climax, Edward pulled his hands away.

“Fuck!” I yelled. “Please!”

“I love it when you beg,” he said. The sound of the lube bottle opening again caught my attention, and my body hummed in anticipation. “I’m going to make you come so hard, but first I want you to take my cock.”

What? There?

“It’s never going to fit,” I scoffed in a slight panic.

“I’ll make it fit.”

“Edward,” I whimpered, fear and excitement mingling to create a delicious tightening in my abdomen.

“I hope you say my name like that when I’m fucking you up the ass.” His voice was raspy. I whimpered again as anxiety set in. My breathing picked up, and I kept silently reminding myself to relax.

Edward pressed the tip of his dick against me. He entered slowly, and I whined in a combination of pleasure and pain. He grabbed my hips firmly as he continued easing himself in. I dropped my head into the pillow and fisted the sheets in my hands while trying to stay relaxed.

“Halfway,” he breathed. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” I answered shakily.

Edward leaned forward, pushing until his hips were flush with my behind. We moaned, panting with each exhale. Gathering my hair into a ponytail, he yanked my head back sharply, forcing me to arch my back. He pulled almost all the way out and stopped. I moaned when I heard the click of the camera once more. He inched back inside me slowly, taking pictures as he went. By the time he was all the way in again, I was a quivering mess.

“So good,” he groaned. “So tight.” He pumped his hips cautiously, and I pushed back against him with each thrust. “Do you want to come?”


“Beg.” I pursed my lips. After everything I let him do to me he was going to make me beg? Edward tightened his hold on my hair. “Beg,” he repeated.

I pushed my embarrassment aside. “Please, Edward,” I cried. “Please!”

“Please what?”

“Please make me come.”

“Good girl.” Wrapping his arm around my chest, he pulled me up onto my knees. His other hand dropped to the apex of my thighs. He continued to pump into me as he stroked my clit. It didn’t take long to succumb to his efforts. Edward held me to his chest, and I cried out his name as I came.

I had barely finished riding out my orgasm when Edward forced me down, flattening my chest against the bed. He drove his body into mine, his climax hitting him within seconds. He collapsed on top of me, pushing me onto the mattress.

As the high of my orgasm wore off, I became all too aware of my surroundings. I was naked, covered in sweat and bodily fluids, beneath a strange man. He was still inside me—inside a very private part of me. I had let him ravage my body; the photographic evidence of our debauchery sat on the bed beside us.

“Are you all right?” He placed a soft kiss on my shoulder.

“I’m not sure,” I answered. “I should go.”

“I want you to stay.”


“Stay,” he said firmly. “At least until I know you’re going to be okay. I’ll behave,” he tacked on.

“You don’t know the meaning of the word.”

“You like me that way,” he teased. “Come on, at least shower with me. You can’t leave looking like you’ve been thoroughly fucked . . . even if you have.” I laughed, feeling a lot lighter, and allowed him to lead me to the bathroom.



I spent the night wrapped in Edward’s arms. It didn’t take much to convince me to stay. All he had to do was pout and I gave in. I didn’t really want to go back downstairs to my apartment anyway. I was worried that, once I was alone, I would start feeling like a cheap whore.

Besides, I couldn’t leave yet. We still had one last thing to discuss.

Edward drifted to sleep easily. For me, it was harder. My mind kept racing, replaying the things we had done and trying to decide if it was a wise decision. In the end, I decided it wasn’t all that much different from a one night stand. I had fun, just as Edward had promised. When I finally fell asleep, it was with a smile on my face and an easy acceptance of the events that had transpired.

I woke up the next morning feeling slightly awkward, but Edward’s laid-back attitude put me at ease. “Well, I guess we have one last decision to make before I leave,” I said as we lay in bed.

“I’ve already made a decision.”


Edward shrugged as he traced a pattern on my bare stomach. “Consider your account paid in full.”

“Really?” It’s not that I didn’t feel I deserved it for what I’d done, but I was honestly surprised that he was willing to write off everything I owed.

“You were perfect last night,” he admitted. “I couldn’t have asked for a better experience.”

“Oh,” I said, a little surprised. “Thank you.”

“Thank you.”

I got dressed shortly after and Edward walked me to the door. I didn’t want to leave, but I really didn’t think it was appropriate to stay under the circumstances. We said a quick goodbye, and I stepped into the hallway.

“Bella, one more thing,” Edward called after me. I turned and waited. His lips turned up into a wicked grin. “See you next month.”

And that was how he left me. Standing outside his closed door, wet and pantyless, without a clue as to how I was going to make it through the next four weeks.