THE NIGHT SHE WORE BLACK

– Preface –

This story originally came to life here on FFn way back in 2009. After 21 chapters and nearly 600 reviews, it was pulled while I dealt with some personal issues, and then reposted starting in 2011. So if you think you've seen it before, you probably have. I spent some time cleaning it up for the 2011 posting, but for the most part it remains the same as when it first began. There will be 24 chapters plus an epilogue once it's finished, which means it's almost done.

I've had so much help and encouragement throughout the writing of this story. I would like to extend my eternal gratitude and love to the following amazing people: AngelGoddess1981, my BFF and partner in awesomeness, for always being there for me and this story by reading, betaing, hand-holding and anything else I've ever needed; herinfiniteeyes for being my very first beta and fandom-made friend; WriteOnTime for recommending this story to her own readers and betaing in a pinch; and kimpy0464 for reading, reviewing, recommending, betaing, and encouraging everything about this story from start to finish. I can honestly say that TNSWB would be nothing without them. So thank you, my fabulous four, for being everything that you are!

The Night She Wore Black is a BDSM story, but not just one about the titillation of taboo sex. This story is about discovery, both personal and sexual, and about how truly finding yourself has the potential to change everything. It is also, to its core, a Twilight fanfiction. I've taken some of the original books' characterizations, plots, and themes and spun them into an all-human universe—with a twist, of course. Obviously, there are some differences, but there are also canon parallels everywhere. Look for them, and you might gain some insight into why certain things play out the way they do. With this in mind, please also remember that in all seriousness, this is a fictional story about fictional characters in a fictional world. I wrote this for fun. It's meant to be entertaining, and nothing more.

Finally, I would like to extend more love and eternal gratitude to everyone who has read, reviewed, shared, promoted and otherwise loved this story through the years. You all make writing worth it and I am so very glad to have had you on this ride with me! Stay kinky!

XO,

maniacalmuse

WARNING: This story will contain themes and situations which may not be appropriate for all readers, including BDSM (Bondage, Dominance and Submission, and Sadomasochism), the potential for graphic personal injury and physical pain, and coarse or offensive language. If you are at all sensitive to or offended by any of these themes or situations, please carefully consider whether or not you actually want to read this story.

DISCLAIMER: The Twilight series, its characters, and world are the intellectual property of Stephenie Meyer. Use of her characters and world in these fanfiction stories is for entertainment purposes only, without monetary or personal gain. No copyright infringement is intended. All original creation belongs to the author, writing as maniacalmuse. Please do not copy, repost, or distribute this story, in whole or in part, without the author's express consent. Thank you.

This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, events, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination, or exist in the original Twilight universe, which is also a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental.

And with all that out of the way, here we go…

TNSWB

– Chapter 1 –

(Bella)

I awoke with a hand rubbing slowly up and down my side, its soft smoothness belied by the strength evident in its grip. I smiled sleepily and sighed. There was no better way to wake up than this.

Edward pulled himself up to my back, spooning me from behind, and placed a soft kiss behind my ear. "Good morning, beautiful," he whispered. I hummed in reply.

Kissing behind my ear again and then slowly trailing his lips down the back of my neck, he slid his hands around to my front and began to caress my hips and stomach. I knew exactly where this was headed, and I wanted it—badly.

He inched my pink silk nightie up my thighs and slowly pulled it up and over my arms, lightly trailing his fingers back down my body once it was removed. His hands began roaming over my exposed flesh, teasing the sensitive areas he knew set my skin aflame.

I was already panting heavily by the time he moved his attention lower, focusing on the arousal he had awoken between my thighs. My body was ready for him, aching to feel every inch of his lust as he continued to play me like a symphony.

"Enough, already," I moaned. "I can't take it anymore."

Edward chuckled softly, removing his hand and positioning our bodies to join. I took a deep, shuddering breath, and then we were one, moving in the fluid rhythm that years of lovemaking had given us.

His hot breath against my neck was like fire on my already burning flesh, but I welcomed it, bringing a hand up to twist my fingers into his hair and pull his mouth against my skin. He kissed my shoulder before his tongue traced a winding path to my jaw, the sensation of his warm lips moving to my ear driving me wild. We had only just started and I was nearly undone.

It seemed my body was having a similar effect on Edward, as his movements behind me became faster and more determined. His breathing turned to panting and his hands gripped my hips tighter, signaling that his release was near. I let go, allowing the heat building within me to unleash in waves of ecstasy as Edward's pace became increasingly erratic. Soon he was done, too, his face burying into my neck as his own pleasure consumed him.

We slumped against one another breathlessly, limbs still quivering in the aftermath of orgasm. Edward pulled me tightly to his chest. "Ah-h-h," he breathed out. "Now that is a good morning."

I rolled my eyes and giggled as I moved away from him and climbed out of bed.

"Get up, Edward Cullen. It's time to get ready for work."

x – X – x

I tapped my pen angrily on my desk as I stared at the papers before me in frustration. What was becoming of our school system when eighth grade students handed in homework like this? How had this become acceptable English?

I think the author was wack bcos she didn't just say

what she meant she was all confusing and shit

and used words like hath and she just wants her dude to bring her flowers.

What the hell? I asked for their interpretation of Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Sonnet 44 and I got this garbage? And did I read a 'shit' in there? Holy crap, this was depressing.

Tired of losing brain cells over my class's disturbing misuse of language and grammar, I let my mind wander back to my sexy morning with Edward. The man was so damn talented. We had a great sex life and I got off every single time. He was so generous and giving, even in bed.

Yet I couldn't ignore the feeling that I was missing something; that I wanted something more. As amazing as our sex life was, there was a tiny part of me that I knew was going unfulfilled. I wanted him to take me. Really take me. Hard. Aggressively. I wanted him to hurt me a little. Just a little...

I brought it up with him once years ago and it didn't go over well. He tried, for me, but I could tell it was forced. He would bite, but not hard enough. When he held me down, I could easily have wriggled free. It was like he thought he would snap me in half if he threw me down on the bed. I snorted to myself. I may be petite, but I wasn't fragile.

I sighed and rested my chin in my hand. I wanted this. I wanted it bad. But how was I to go about getting it? How indeed…

(Edward)

I opened the front door to our house, glad to finally be home. It had been a long day in the lab and all I wanted was to curl up with my Bella and relax.

The first thing that hit me when I walked in the door was the smell. It was floral, but spicy. Roses and ... I didn't know what else. Cinnamon, maybe? Mixed with vanilla? It was exotic, and … well, almost erotic. I swallowed the saliva suddenly pooling in my mouth and once again breathed deeply. The aroma was deliciously intoxicating. I wanted to find the source immediately.

I closed the front door and shrugged out of my jacket, hanging it in the hall closet and slipping out of my shoes before I padded silently into the kitchen. Bella stood with her back to me, arranging a tray with crackers, cheeses, and sliced fruit. I noticed an open bottle of wine and two wine glasses sitting on the counter.

She was wearing a white silk robe that ended just above her knees. I followed the lines of her calves down to her bare feet, trailing my gaze back up her legs and then over her small hips and straight back. Her hair was pulled up into a haphazard bun atop her head, exposing her long, graceful neck.

I was such a lucky bastard.

Leaning against the doorframe and crossing my arms over my chest, I cleared my throat lightly to get her attention. She turned and flashed a smile that lit up the whole room. "Edward," she said, almost breathlessly. "I've been waiting for you."

"So it appears," I replied with a smirk. "This looks wonderful. To what occasion do I owe the gesture?"

A spark of mischief flashed in her eyes but was gone the next second. "Do I need an occasion to enjoy a romantic evening with my husband?" she asked coyly.

"Of course not," I replied, though I wasn't entirely convinced of her innocence in this. I knew her all too well; she was up to something.

"Well then, let's get to it," Bella said, picking up the tray of food and heading for our bedroom. "Bring the wine?" she asked over her shoulder.

Quickly grabbing the wine and two glasses, I followed her down the hall. As I entered our bedroom I immediately found where the arousing smell was coming from. The lights were out but there were candles burning everywhere, causing shadows to flicker and dance along the walls. There were red and white rose petals scattered over the bed and on the floor. I also noticed a box wrapped in silver paper tied with a black ribbon sitting on my bed side table. To say I was blown away would be the understatement of the century, maybe even the millennium. I just stood in the doorway and gaped, taking it all in.

Bella set down the tray and turned to me, beckoning to me with her finger. My legs walked to her but I was fairly sure I'd left my brain outside in the hallway. I stopped in front of her and wrapped her up in my arms, at a loss for what to say. She snuggled into my chest for a few seconds before pulling away to sit on the bed while I continued to take in the romantic setting she had created.

Bella took the wine and glasses from my hands—honestly, I hadn't even realized I was still holding them—and then moved to the table, pouring us each a glass. She handed me my drink and picked a grape off the tray, bringing it to my mouth. I parted my lips slightly and she slipped it between them, licking her fingers clean as she watched me chew. We continued this for several minutes, feeding each other and drinking our wine in comfortable silence. When the tray was nearly empty, Bella stood and moved it to the top of our dresser.

She came back over and stood between my legs, leaning down to kiss me. It was a slow, sweet kiss, and I could taste the strawberries and wine on her breath. She pulled back and narrowed her eyes at me with a playful smirk on her full lips. "You're wearing entirely too many clothes."

You didn't have to tell me twice.

I pulled my sweater over my head and quickly undid the buttons on my oxford shirt. Her hands were already undoing my belt as I shrugged out of the shirt, and she was pushing my pants down my legs before I could get there myself. Lastly I removed my socks, leaving me standing in my underwear.

Bella pushed me down so I was sitting on the bed and then walked around to the other side, picking up the silver wrapped box and coming back around to sit beside me. She looked nervous all of a sudden and cast her eyes down as she handed it to me.

"It's time to open your present," she said to the floor.

I took the box from her and ducked my head so I could meet her gaze. "I thought you were my present," I teased, trying to lighten the suddenly tense atmosphere around her.

She took a deep breath and looked me straight in the eye. The mischievous glint was back and I would be lying if I said I wasn't a tiny bit nervous myself. "Just open it."

I pulled loose the black satin bow and tore into the paper. It was a small, black wooden case with a lock on it. I looked at her curiously and she silently handed me a small key attached to a red ribbon. I put the key in the lock and turned, hearing the slight click as it unlatched. I found myself holding my breath as I slowly lifted the lid on the case.

When I finally saw what was inside I let out a gasp of surprise. There were two red silk scarves, a pair of shiny, silver handcuffs, and a small leather whip. I looked up to Bella with wide eyes, feeling goosebumps of panic creep up my spine. "Bella, I... We've talked about this. I can't. It's too much. I'll hurt you. I could hurt you. I wouldn't be able to handle that. I just can't!" My heart was hammering so violently I was sure she could hear it.

"Shh," she whispered. "You can and you will. I want this, Edward, more than you realize. I need this. I know you think I'm this delicate, fragile little thing, but you're only looking at the outside."

She was slowly loosening the tie on her white silk robe as she spoke. "I may be the picture of softness and purity on the outside, but on the inside I'm something else completely."

Her robe fell to the floor, revealing a scanty black lace bra and panty set. The bra pushed her beautiful, full breasts up and in, just begging me to snuggle my face between them. Her panties were low cut, accentuating the soft curve of her hips and rear.

I groaned involuntarily as my traitorous body reacted to the delectable sight before me. "Bella, I want to. I do, I swear. But when I look at you, I see every promise I made to never hurt you, and I just… I just… I can't ever hurt you."

She placed a finger under my chin and forced me to meet her stare, which blazed with an intensity that could have burned our house to the ground. "I know that, Edward," she said as she reached down and pulled an item I hadn't noticed before from the box. I watched in stunned silence as she slipped a black velvet mask over her head. It covered the top half of her face, but I could still see the warm chocolate of her beautiful, burning eyes. "That's why tonight, I'm not Bella Swan-Cullen."

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