A/N Why hello there! I know, it's been ages. And I have no excuse, except when the writing doesn't want to happen, it doesn't happen. Rather than try to force out anything subpar, I waited until the words were ready. And now they are. I hope you enjoy it, as I did. I thought about posting it on Sunday, as usual, but it probably wasn't appropriate for the day, so I held off a few. But I don't want to wait any longer! Or have you wait. Thank you for your patience, your kindness, and as always, your support.

This is the last chapter that I have planned, but could there be another down the line? Yes, but no promises I may not keep. I still have words in me, but the drive to write them isn't here right now. And if I do another story, I will be pre-writing the bulk of it. I'm not going anywhere, just chilling for a bit. I have at least two in my head right now, so hopefully they'll come out to play soon.

Happy reading! I love you all and I will be seeing you soon.

Show Don't Tell Chapter 4

I tried as best I could to pay attention at dinner, but the anticipation that was going through me was unprecedented. It wasn't that I didn't find Edward to be fascinating; I truly did. He was rather young to be a CEO; at thirty-two, he'd hardly expected to take over for his father, but when Carlisle's health started to deteriorate, there hadn't been a choice. I admired his dedication to his family legacy. And I really just admired the hell out of him.

He sat across from me in one of those slick, beautiful suits he wore to work, and the candlelight flickered across the lines of his face making him even more gorgeous than usual, if that was even possible. I was debating that as he told me about his prowess in tennis and golf.

I grinned at that. "Rich-boy sports."

He chuckled and pointed his fork at me. "You wouldn't believe the amount of business that gets resolved on a golf course."

I shook my head at that. "I wouldn't want to."

He laughed. "Yeah, well, neither did I, but Dad insisted that I learn. In the end it was a good call. Taking a potential business partner to the club is something I do often."

I couldn't help it. My mind went there without permission and the laughter bubbled out of me.

Edward raised one of his sexy eyebrows and waited for my mirth to die down before clearing his throat. "May I ask what's so funny about that?"

I shook my head and leaned forward, lowering my voice. "It's just that in my other line of work, I've heard several stories about happenings at the club while getting a steam." I threw air quotes around the last word and laughed harder when Edward's face got red. "Is there something you haven't told me yet, Mr. Cullen? Don't worry, I won't judge."

He joined in my laughter then. "I have nothing to tell, dirty girl. I was just thinking I'd better be a bit more observant next time I'm there."

I giggled harder at that. "Marcus loves to pick men up and blow them in the locker room and showers."

"And now I'm thinking I'd better watch who I invite to the club from now on. You never know who might misinterpret the invitation."

Edward shook his head and set me off again.

"Before I took that job, I had no idea the number of freaky things that were going on right beyond my nose." I smiled at him when he took my hand and brushed his lips across it. "I hope it doesn't bother you that my mind wanders that way now and then."

He chuckled and kissed my hand again. "I love where your mind goes. Do you think I don't know where it's been since we sat down to dinner?"

I bit my lip and shook my head. "I can't help it. Knowing where we're going to go and wondering what you're going to do once we're there makes it hard to concentrate." I realized that he could take that the wrong way, so I hurried to elaborate. "Not that I don't want to know more about you. I do! I love knowing you better. It's just…" I trailed off and shrugged.

He smirked and played with the fingers of the hand he held. "Bella, don't you think it's the same for me? I'm sitting across for you and you're poured into that sexy red dress, and all I can think about is that in an hour from now, I'll have you tied to my bed and completely at my mercy."

I let out a little moan at his words, and I swear his eyes darkened.

"Exactly. But at the same time, I love getting to know you. I don't want you to think that I just want you for the sex. Yes, that's how I approached you and how we started, but that's not the all of it. I've spent months waiting for you. So while a big part of me wants to scoop you up and run out of this restaurant, I'm trying to rein that in."

Damned if that little speech hadn't made me even hotter for him. "We have all weekend," I reminded him.

Edward smiled. "Yes, exactly."

He didn't get it, sweet man. "We have all weekend to get to know each other." I grinned as his green eyes widened. "Take me to your home and show me what you've got."

"Isabella Swan, I do believe you're the perfect woman for me." Edward stood and threw some money down on the table before pulling me to my feet.

I kissed his jaw. "I am."

A shiver of anticipation went through me as his hand moved down my back. I was already burning for him.

"Let's go."

Xoxoxoxox

The ride in the car was mostly quiet. I felt the excitement and nerves building with every mile he drove. I watched his fingers flex on the steering wheel of his very expensive car, knowing that very soon those beautiful, competent hands would be on me.

"Drive faster."

He laughed and pressed down on the gas pedal. "I need to know… Are there any rules here?"

I looked away from the hands and into the equally beautiful face. "What do you mean?"

"Is there anything you for sure don't want me to do? I don't want to do anything you won't like."

I thought about that for a minute, but I knew I could trust him. "The only limits I have are things you wouldn't do."

He laughed nervously. "How can you be so sure?"

"Because you're not disgusting."

Edward smirked at that, and I laughed.

"Okay. You already know how I feel about the poop thing. That goes for pee as well. And no kids or animals."

The face he made at that was priceless. He looked positively horrified. He should be truly thankful he wasn't around for those types of calls. They were the worst.

"Exactly. And no sharing. Threesomes are hot in theory, but I don't want my man to want me with anyone else."

He let out a grunt at that. "You don't have to worry about that. I have no interest in sharing you. You're all mine."

Admittedly, that pleased me, and I blew out a little breath.

Edward looked over at me again. "What, are you surprised?"

Was I? "Not exactly. It's just…you're so cool about my job and you didn't mind playing with me while I was on the phone with a client, so I guess a part of me thought you might be down with sharing."

He laughed and took my hand. "Bella, I'm a possessive motherfucker. You'll probably find that out soon enough. What you do on the phone, well, I think it's sexy, yes, and it fascinates me because I love hearing how your mind works. And I think it's hot as hell that you're so sexually open-minded. Also, I think the phone line gives you good ideas that I'd love to work through with you."

He grinned at the giggle I let out. "It's one thing for a guy to hear you, to imagine being with you, and totally another thing for one to actually be with you. None of your callers are going to see exactly how gorgeous you are when you come. They won't get to feel how soft your skin is, so see how it flushes when you get excited. They have no idea how good you smell and how incredible you taste. They can only imagine your perfect body, while I get to look at and touch it. That's just for me. So no, I won't be sharing with you with a man or a woman-or any other living being." He made a priceless little face at that last part.

I used my free hand to fan myself because his words had me all sorts of hot and bothered. "Good," I managed when I was finally able to speak. "I'm pretty possessive as well, so the same goes for you."

"Not an issue, baby." He cleared his throat. "Anything else off the table?"

"Well, no pain, per se. I don't mind a little spanking or whatnot, but no whips and belts and such."

"Hey."

I looked over at him.

"I'd never hurt you. Physically or otherwise." Edward's eyes burned into mine. "I know it's early, but I'm all in. You're the one for me. I've never been surer of anything in my life."

Those words. What they did to me. I'd been obsessed with this gorgeous man for months, and to know that he felt the way I did just blew me away.

"Same goes," I told him, sighing when his lips crushed against mine.

We made out for who knew how long before he pulled back and grinned at me. "We're here, by the way."

Ha! I hadn't even noticed that the car had stopped. Actually, I'd forgotten we were even in the car when he kissed me. The man was by far the most potent I'd ever encountered.

Edward got out of the car and came around to help me out, grabbing my suitcase from the trunk before leading me inside the slick condo building.

"I should have known you'd live here." Twilight Towers was easily the most expensive, luxurious place in the city.

Edward shrugged, nodding at the doorman as we walked past, tugging on my hand when I kind of wanted to loiter and gape at the beautiful lobby.

"It's convenient. Close to work and everything else for that matter. It's easier that way. I don't have time to care for a house in the burbs right now."

He guided me into the elevator, and I laughed when the guy who apparently ran the elevator pressed the button for the top floor.

"Only the best, Isabella," Edward whispered in my ear, nipping on the lobe and making me shiver.

I was very much looking forward to getting his best. Soon. And Edward knew it, too. His smirk said it all.

Edward thanked the concierge or whatever an elevator manner was called and led me right out into his living space. I gaped at the shiny marble floors and the walls of windows all around us.

"God, Edward, this place is awesome."

He dropped my bag and looped his arms around me from behind, kissing my neck. "It works. I'll give you a tour. Later."

Yes, later. Honestly, we could have been in a dank warehouse right now, and all I would have been aware of was Edward. My entire body ignited when I felt his hard-on pressing into my back.

"Later is good."

He laughed and lifted me into his arms, his shoes tapping on those marble floors as he carried me back toward his bedroom. He flipped on the light when we got there, and I gaped at the big bed that dominated the entire room.

"Four posters," I murmured, taking it all in. I noticed that each one of the posts already had a white fabric tie on it. "Convenient."

Edward laughed as he placed me gently on my feet. I let out a little moan as my feet sank into the softest carpet ever invented. Wow.

"Would it bother you if I told you that the bed was new?"

I tore my gaze away from the gorgeous bed and looked over my shoulder at Edward. "How new?"

He grinned. "Delivered yesterday. I haven't even slept in it yet. I wanted the first time to be with you."

A little thrill moved through me at that. "You certainly move fast. We only just talked about this fantasy." I turned and wrapped my arms around his neck. "I love it."

He kissed me softly. "I'm glad. I had to do some fast talking to get it delivered right away, but I got it done."

I laughed at that. "I think you mean fast bribing, but I don't mind. It's perfect." If someone had plucked the bed straight from my fantasies, it would have looked exactly like this. It had dark cherry wood, with a soft white fabric draping over the top and a headboard that had slats instead of solid wood. It looked like a bed fit for a princess or a queen.

"I made them switch the headboard for this one."

It was like he'd read my mind. I raised an eyebrow at him, and he grinned.

"Handcuffs."

Fuck me. I broke out in a cold sweat at the images that entered my brain. Him cuffed and at my mercy, me cuffed and at his. Yes, please.

"For both of us," I said, nipping his chin.

"Absolutely," he agreed.

"Good." I eyed the bed again and reached out to touch the white tie. "I take it you added this after it was delivered."

He snorted. "Oh no, I told them I needed some good ties to tie down my girlfriend, and they threw these in for free."

He laughed as I smacked at his chest, then pulled me to him in a tight hug. "It was my very great pleasure to shop for those on my own, I'll have you know. I kept picturing each tie on your skin, and I wanted the softest, silkiest ones I could find. I don't want to hurt you, Bella."

I melted a bit at his words and rubbed the fabric. It was soft. "I love it."

"Good." He started kissing my neck, and his hands wandered down to the hem of my dress. He pulled it up slowly to reveal the sexy red lace panties I'd worn for him.

"Fuck. You're so beautiful."

And I felt it, as his hands moved over my skin so lightly, pulling the dress up and up, above the matching bra. He threw my dress over a chair in the corner when he'd freed me and paused to stare at my body.

"I'm torn between wanting to leave those on you, because you look sexy as hell, or take them off before I tie you up, because it would be a little difficult after."

I laughed at the torn look on his face. "I have more to wear for you later."

He smiled. "Okay, then." And he went back to kissing and touching me, leaving a trail of fire everywhere his lips and hands touched. I was burning for him, and we hadn't even really begun. I barely noticed when my bra was loosened and fell away and when my underwear started to go. I only noticed then because his lips pulled away from mine as he pulled them down and helped me step out.

My stomach clenched a bit as he took my hand and steered me toward the bed. He pulled back that fluffy green comforter, and I sighed a bit when I saw the sheets. They had that expensive shine that meant that they would be soft as hell, and sure enough, I felt like I was lying on a cloud when Edward guided me down.

He stood over me, looking down and grinning.

"What?" I asked, digging my hands into the sheets to keep from wiggling all around on the most incredible bed ever created.

"I've done nothing but imagine what you'd look like on this bed since I picked it out. Reality is even better than the fantasy."

I reached for him, and he leaned down and I gave him a steamy kiss. "That's our mantra, isn't it?" I asked once I could focus again.

He laughed. "So it is."

His lips traveled from mine, and he pressed kisses along the right corner of my jaw, down my neck, along the curve of my shoulder, and all the way down to my fingers. I'd been so busy enjoying the way it felt that I didn't realize he was stretching my arm out until I felt the white silk against my wrist.

"Is that too tight?" he asked, and I shook my head, unable to form words as my fantasy started to spring to life. He was already doing better than I imagined, seducing me as he tied me rather than waiting until I was all tied up.

"Tug on it."

I did as he asked, and it held, but I could tell that if I needed to get free, I'd be able to. "It's a little loose."

"I want you to feel like you can stop me anytime, even if you can't get the words out." He only grinned at the look I gave him. "I want you to be comfortable with everything we do."

"I am."

"Good." And he went back to kissing me, starting at my lips and leaving that burning trail down my neck and arm, securing me to the other post. "How's that?"

"Amazing," I responded, because it was. My entire body was alive in a way it never had been before, and we'd only just started.

He came back to my lips, kissing me deeply for a few minutes before kissing his way down my body, pressing soft lips against my nipples, stomach, and down to my pussy, where he spent far too few seconds kissing and licking me before moving down my thigh and leg. I let out a little mewl of displeasure, which made Edward laugh.

"Don't worry, baby. I promise to revisit that area at some point tonight."

He smirked at the glare I shot his way as he tied my right ankle to the bed. He was officially going to drive me insane tonight. I couldn't wait, but at the same time I wanted to demand he finish what he started. Before I could get the words out, he was back, licking my pussy again, all too briefly as he made his way down the left leg just like he had the right.

"You're enjoying teasing me, aren't you?" I asked as my left leg was tied to the bed.

"I've only just begun, Bella." He got off the bed and pressed his lips to mine, letting me taste myself on him. So hot.

"This is what you wanted, baby. I promise that it's going to be incredible. Trust me."

He was using his sex voice on me, and that alone was enough to drive me wild. "I do."

"Good."

He kissed me again before reaching for something in his nightstand. He lifted my head and slipped a blindfold over my eyes. I gasped a bit as he took away the one advantage I had-the ability to see what he was going to do to me even if I couldn't do anything about it. Now, Edward was completely in control, and I would have no idea what was coming.

"Is this okay?" he asked softly, and I nodded, not sure I could trust myself not to beg him to take it off. I was giving up control, and that meant all of it. It scared me, but it excited me as well. I kind of loved that he'd taken it a step beyond tying me up. He was taking that control but still making sure I was okay with what he did.

"I'm glad. Now, if you want me to stop anything I'm doing, say Edward stop and I will. Laughing nos and whatnot will be ignored, okay?"

"Okay."

I felt the bed shift as he got up, and I heard his footsteps padding away from the bed. Where was he going? I had no idea how long I lay there, time ticking away as the anticipation built inside me. I toyed with pulling against the ties and going to investigate what he was doing, but that kind of went against the whole fantasy. I just had to trust that he would return to me, hopefully soon.

I let out a little sigh when I heard something rattle next to my head and the bed dipped down on the left side. I couldn't see Edward, but I could smell him. He gave off a spicy, minty scent that I was even more aware of now that I couldn't see.

"Was someone getting impatient?" he asked, his lips right next to my ear.

His tongue traced the shell, and he bit down on my lobe, causing me to let out a loud moan. Bastard. He knew how sensitive my ears were.

"Well, Isabella?"

I shivered as he used my formal name.

"Yes."

He tsked. "Naughty girl. I was going to go easy on you at first, but now I think I'm going to have to start the torture early."

His words both excited and scared me. The idea of torture conjured up all sorts of bad things, but I trusted Edward, and he'd promised not to hurt me. If I thought he was the type of guy who would, I wouldn't have let him do this in the first place.

I waited with baited breath as the bed shifted again. He was moving away from me, and I pulled against the ties, wanting to reach for him. If his torture was to leave me for any longer, I'd cry. I'd rather be spanked than left alone again.

"Relax, baby. You're going to love it."

I certainly hoped so. The fact that he wasn't leaving made me feel better, and I let my arms go slack again.

Silence fell, and I strained to hear any movement. I heard nothing, but suddenly I felt the lightest touch against the bottom of my foot, so light that I wasn't sure I hadn't imagined it. But then it repeated on the other foot, right along the arch. Was that a feather? It was soft, but no…bristles? A brush of some sort?

Whatever it was, it traveled the length of both feet, lightly at first, then harder and harder. And the harder it got, the more it tickled. I started to giggle and tried to pull my feet away, but of course I couldn't. Edward had tied my feet tighter than my hands, figuring that if I pulled the bindings free on the hands then I could release my feet myself if need be. Now I saw why he'd done that. Evil genius.

"Edward! It tickles!" I shrieked, laughing as whatever it was dipped between my toes.

"I know. There are way more fun ways to torture a body than whips and chains, baby." He sounded so smug. He was definitely having fun. We both were.

The brush-it was definitely a brush-dipped along the arch of the foot again, making me yell and try to twist again, but I couldn't get away. He brushed each toe, and with the tickles came that pull in my belly. It was sweet torture, and I wanted him badly already.

I felt the bristles trail up my leg, leaving goosebumps in its wake. I gasped as the brush trailed lightly over my pussy. Holy hell. Who knew that that would feel so good? I let out a whimper as it continued up my torso, circling around my nipples. So sensitive. I was definitely more turned on than I'd ever been in my entire life.

"You are quite a beautiful masterpiece, Bella."

That comment made me wonder if he was actually painting anything on me. It hadn't felt like it, but I had no earthly idea. And that fact excited me even more.

The brush went back down my stomach, and I sucked in a breath when he flicked it over my clit again.

"It would seem you enjoy that, sweetheart. We'll have to revisit it."

Damn it. I let out a frustrated groan, and Edward laughed.

"All in good time, baby. The night is young, and we have lots to do."

Well, that was promising.

"You seem a little hot and bothered, Isabella. Let's do something about that, why don't we?"

"Okay," I whispered. I didn't know what it was… He hadn't gagged me, but I felt like I shouldn't talk. I wanted this to be all him. It was weird.

I let out a loud gasp, though, when something wet and cold pressed against my right nipple. Ice. Holy shit. I could feel the nipple pebble up immediately, and then Edward dragged the ice down my breast and over to the other, leaving a trail of cold water behind him. I shivered, then sighed as a hot, wet mouth clamped on to the right nipple, his tongue swirling against it, hot replacing the cold.

I was dying to bury my fingers into Edward's hair and hold him to me, but I couldn't. And then that hot tongue traced the line he'd left with the ice, over to the left nipple, and sucked, swirled, and nibbled that one. The sounds I was making were unprecedented, little mewls and gasps and sighs. Being unable to do any more than that was driving me insane.

Edward released me, and suddenly I felt the cold again, down my belly, heading right toward…no, he wouldn't. But he did. That icy cold pressed against my clit and had me crying out his name, over and over again as it trailed up and down my clit before pressing inside me. It was longer than I expected, not a normal ice cube for sure. I wished I could see it, but I could do nothing but feel that cold sliding in and out of me.

"Edward! Please." But I didn't say stop. I didn't want him to. I knew what was next, if he stuck to what he'd done to my nipples.

"Oh, Bella. It is my very great pleasure, trust me."

And then the cold was out of me and his tongue was licking the trail he'd made down my torso. I wanted, with everything in me, to spread my legs even wider when his tongue hit my clit, but I had to keep still and let Edward's tongue work its magic, heating me up before pushing inside my pussy and fucking me slowly.

The sensations, hot to cold, Edward's talented tongue, it was too much for me, and I came with his tongue buried inside me.

"Delicious. That's one," he murmured before pressing his lips to mine.

His mouth was cold, and I swear he tasted like grape. What the hell?

"Are you warm enough now, baby? Your nipples are still awfully hard. Let's do something about that." I heard Edward take a deep breath. "If you don't like this, let me know, okay?"

I didn't know what he was worried about, but I agreed anyway. A minute later, my right nipple stung when something warm hit it. It didn't hurt, per se, but it was unexpected.

"Too much?" Edward asked softly, his fingers pressing against it. Following the sting, it was just warm and a little sticky.

"No. It's different, but not in a bad way."

"Good."

Seconds later, the other nipple got the same treatment. This was less of a surprise, and I felt myself anticipating the sting, loving the way it felt. I arched my back, enjoying the sensation.

"Do you want more?" he asked.

I nodded eagerly and felt the little sting down my belly. So good.

"Good thing you're shaved," Edward said softly before the sting hit my clit, making me cry out as I came from that white heat.

"Well, you liked that." He chuckled, rubbing me, or was he…wait a second. He was peeling something off me.

"Was that wax?"

He laughed. "All will be revealed later, Isabella."

I felt his hands down at my ankle and sighed when he released first one, then the other. Were we done already? I tried not to be disappointed, but I wanted more. I felt my right arm tie loosen but realized that the tie was still on it.

"Did you think we were done already? Silly girl." Edward kissed my neck, and the left arm was released. "Turn over and reach your hands above your head."

Thank God. I turned over and put my hands up toward the headboard. Edward tugged them where he wanted them, and then I felt the ties bind my wrists together.

"Such a gorgeous backside. Whatever will I do with it?" he wondered, his finger tracing a line down my spine and along the crack of my ass. I jerked a little when he pressed that finger against my asshole, and Edward laughed.

"Not this time, baby. No worries."

I didn't know if I was relieved or disappointed. It wasn't something I hadn't told him was on the no-go list, but I'd never done it either. I was curious about anal, and God knew I talked about it all the time with callers, but I'd yet to actually go there. I was pretty sure I wanted to.

"Does that disappoint you?" Edward asked.

"I don't know. Kind of?" It was more of a question than an answer.

"We need to work up to that one, baby. But I promise, every part of you is going to be mine soon."

That sent shivers through me, and I let out a little moan.

"It sounds like you approve."

I nodded. "Yes. All of me. Yours."

He laughed. "I love that."

I heard a popping sound, and the next thing I knew, I felt liquid dripping down my back. It was a little cool, but nothing like the ice earlier. Then Edward's hands moved over me, his fingers spreading the liquid around, digging into muscles I hadn't even known were sore. It was some sort of massage oil that was gradually heating with his touch, and it smelled incredible.

"Relax. Just feel."

Edward straddled my ass and really got to work. The man could really give a massage.

"If you ever want to give up the whole real-estate-magnate thing, you could really make some good money as a masseuse," I told him, smiling when he laughed.

"I'll keep it in mind if the market tanks again."

"Do that."

I drifted in a haze of delirious pleasure as he worked down my back, legs, and feet. Yep, this was definitely better than the fantasy, and he hadn't even fucked me yet.

I was on the verge of falling asleep when a sudden crack on my ass had me jerking in shock. "Edward!"

"Just making sure you were awake."

His fingers rubbed the little sting from where he'd spanked me, and I relaxed a bit. Just as I started to, though, his finger was back against my hole and he pressed it inside this time, making me gasp. It didn't exactly hurt, but it felt weird.

"Relax," he said again and reached underneath me and slid a finger into my pussy as well.

I gasped and tightened against both digits, and he held still, waiting until I let go before moving again, fucking me slowly. Just as I got used to the intrusion, he pushed a second finger in both.

"So tight, baby. It's gonna feel so good when I fuck you there," Edward crooned.

Just the thought of that, well, along with his fingers, set me off again, and I came around him.

"Oh yeah, you love that, don't you?" He pressed a kiss to the back of my neck after he slid his digits out of me.

I jumped when something else cold traced along my spine, down to the crack of my ass. I couldn't stop myself from clenching, which made Edward laugh.

"Trust, baby."

Then his tongue went up that line, from ass to neck. So good. He was lying on top of me now, and I sighed at the feel of his bare skin on mine, finally.

"Soon," he whispered, nipping at my neck as his hands stroked down my sides.

He rolled off me, untied my wrists, and then flipped me over before retying me, wrists together over my head again.

"Can you handle a little more?"

I had no idea how much more I could take. My body was practically jelly right now, but I agreed anyway. I wanted to know what else he would do.

I got my answer pretty quickly when something started vibrating. He pressed it against each nipple, causing me to moan, before he brought it to my clit. He held it there, making me squirm and moan. Just as I was about to come, he pulled it away. I started to curse him, but he slid it inside me and then went to work with his tongue. It wasn't long before I was coming, and I thought he'd finally fuck me then, but no. He just switched places, tongue inside, vibrator on clit, back and forth, driving me insane.

I lost count of how many times I came. My body was not my own, and if I hadn't been tied to the bed, I probably would have levitated right off of it-I was that high on pleasure.

At long last Edward clicked off the toy and slid up my body. I felt his hands on my face and blinked in surprise when the mask came off, letting in the light. The first thing I saw was Edward's beautiful face, his green eyes glinting with want. I opened my mouth to say something-what, I wasn't sure-but before I could, he nudged my legs open and pushed inside me. I was so wet, it was an easy entry, and we both moaned as he filled me.

"Finally," he said, grinning at me and then kissing me softly, just holding his body still inside me.

"Why'd you take the blindfold off?" I asked. I didn't mind; I was just curious.

"Because I wanted to see your gorgeous face when I took you."

His answer thrilled me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him to move.

"You've teased me long enough. Fuck me, damn it."

So he did. Our bodies moved together, anxious to finally join after all the teasing and torture. Edward kept smiling at me between kisses. He took his time with it, and somehow it felt like we were doing more than just having sex. I wasn't ready to put words to it, even though I thought I knew. I was also on a sex high, so I wasn't going to go saying things that he wasn't yet ready to hear.

When Edward got close, he reached between us and flicked his fingers against my already insanely sensitive clit. It didn't take much to set me off, and when I came around him, he finally let himself go. He collapsed on top of me for a few minutes, and I finally had to beg him for my release.

"Edward, please untie me."

He lifted his head quickly, studying my face anxiously as he reached between the slats and undid the ties. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

I shook my head, reaching for his beautiful face. "I just wanted to touch you. Not being able to touch you was probably more torturous than anything you did to me."

He grinned at that, pressing a kiss to my nose. "I like that you can't keep your hands off me."

I had to laugh. "So do I."

He looked into my eyes. "But as to what I did do to you, did you like it? Did it live up to expectations?"

It was hard to believe, but my confident CEO actually looked a little nervous for my reaction.

"I can honestly say that you eclipsed every expectation I could possibly have." I smiled at the look of pride and happiness that moved over that gorgeous face. How was he mine? I was the luckiest girl alive.

"Speaking of that… What did you do to me?"

Edward sat up and pulled me into a sitting position, gesturing over to his nightstand. Sure enough, there was a paint brush, the vibrator-which I was either going to steal or buy my own because it was awesome-body oil, candles, and a bowl that had a stick in it along with some purple residue.

I stared at him. "Is that…was that a Popsicle? Did you fuck me with a Popsicle, Edward Cullen?"

He smirked. "Grape. Delicious, especially when mixed with you."

Holy crap. I had never thought…but I kinda liked it. "Wow."

"Are you mad?" he asked, suddenly looking like a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Or the freezer, I guess.

"No. It was different but fun. I have to admire your creativity."

He laughed. "I'm glad. I wasn't sure about that the candles, but I knew it had been your fantasy for so long and I wanted to make it good for you."

"You made it amazing for me." I wrapped my arms around him. "It was way better than anything I've ever dreamed up. Thank you for giving me my fantasy." I pressed my lips to his.

He kissed me back softly. "I've only just begun."

I tugged on his hair. "Correction. We've only just begun. We have lots more ahead."

Edward grinned. "I like that. Years and years worth, I'd say."

My heart skipped a beat at the promise I heard in those words. "Works for me."

"And for me." He pushed me back into the mattress. "Let's get started on those years now."

I grinned up at him. "Don't tell me. Just show me."

His gorgeous green eyes darkened. "Always." And he did.