Jason: So this is another experiment between me and my girl. We're so excited about writing it! Btw, the reason this is named The Candle is because that tiny flame that was sparked between Bella and Edward. And very soon, that will grow to something more than a candle, more like a bonfire of lemony goodness. ;)

Ori: I am SOOOOOO excited about this fic!! So, as a quick overview, Edward is a porn star and one day he has to do a film with a miss Bella Swan, also a porn star. Jasper is Bella's manager and Heidi is Edward's. (You remember Heidi, right? From the end of New Moon when they were with the Volturi?). Carlisle is the porn director. Don't worry, no one is related in this fic so Carlisle and Edward are NOT father and son. This fic is definitely OOC and AH/AU. And to answer any questions that are probably going to be asked, Rosalie and Emmett will not be featured in this fanfic at all. Just so ya know.

Jason: I think I'm going to like this story.

Ori: Me too, babe. *winks*

Jason: Oooh, she's getting frisky. I think I better calm her down, don't you think, guys? Ori is getting too excited. I think I should punish her and punish her hard. *growls sexily*

WARNING: This is a VERY mature fic. Read at your own risk.

Isabella Swan

He was just finishing fucking me when Carlisle yelled 'cut!' I felt James thrust into me one last time before he stopped. I hadn't climaxed . . . again. But I was good at faking it, and that was the only thing that mattered in this industry. Every time James and I did a film together, I couldn't orgasm. Who was I kidding, I was never able to cum. I wondered pathetically if something was wrong with me. I just couldn't muster true enthusiasm when doing a film and it left me near the edge but still without release. Afterwards, I always had to go into my dressing room and finish the job myself. The problem was, I hoped, that most of the films I did were geared to satisfy male hormones so that whatever I did never caused me enough pleasure to cum.

"You did well, Bella," Carlisle commented as I stood up from the bed that had been positioned on set. I noticed how his eyes traveled over my naked body. He was a kind man, but he had his desires just like everyone else. He was an honest man – well, honest enough – who made his living filming, editing, and selling porn films.

"Thank you, Carlisle," I muttered, moving to get my robe that hung on the hook offset. I quickly pulled it around myself. I was used to others seeing my body, but that didn't mean that I walked around naked all the time.

I went quickly to my dressing room and changed into a comfortable skirt and a tank top, leaving off my panties and bra for the time being. I was grateful for the way the fabric felt over my skin. Then I noticed that the tank top had a large hole in the back. Sighing with frustration, I pulled the shirt back over my head, rooting through my drawers. Most of the things in my dressing room were lingerie. After all, who wants to see a porn star in jeans and a t-shirt? No one, that's who. Pushing back the mounds of lace of all colors, I searched for a decent shirt.

Then I heard the door open. "What are you doing, Bella?" Jasper asked, shutting the door behind him.

I glanced up. "Trying to find something that doesn't scream 'slut'," I muttered.

He chuckled lightly and moved to sit in the armchair that was pushed into the corner, watching me. I felt his eyes on my body as I went through my drawers. It make my skin shiver pleasantly. Finally finding a white tank top, I pulled it on. It had been shoved into the darkest recesses of my dresser. I turned back to look at Jasper.

He was tall and powerful with lithe muscles and golden blonde hair. He was extremely handsome. His well-defined features and bright blue eyes had made me weak in the knees more than once and his thick dick had been inside of me more than once. Of course I didn't love him. Our relationship was complicated. He was my manager and occasionally we fucked each other. Or maybe it was simple . . . it was hard to tell anymore.

"I just came to tell you that you had another film today at eight pm," Jasper began, leaning forward to take my wrist in his hand. He pulled me into his lap, stroking my neck, moving down to my breasts. "I know that's late, but that's the only time that Cullen could come. This film will earn a bigger profit than we had hoped."

"Cullen?" I bit my lip when he brought his hand under my skirt and began to play with my folds.

He smirked at me. "Edward Cullen. He's one of the highest earning stars in the southwest. The reason he's so sough after is because he's exceptionally gifted at improvisation and acting."

Jasper rubbed my nub roughly, causing me to squirm on his lap. His eyes darkened with lust and I knew where this was going to go. He positioned me so that I straddled his lap, taking my hand in his and bringing it down to his lap, placing it directly over his hard erection. "You always were gifted in making me hard, Bella," Jasper growled. "Hell, you'd make any man hard with a body like that. Unbuckle me." I began to undo his pants and pulling them down with his boxers so that his very hard, very thick dick was pointing upwards.

He pushed my skirt up above my hips so that my pussy was bare to him. Taking one long look at the naked slit between my legs, a bud of pre-cum appeared on the head of his dick. We never used condoms, Jasper made sure of that. But I was on the pill 24/7. Sometimes he would use some kind of contraceptive, but mostly he like his bare dick inside me. He said he could feel so much more without the latex.

Lifting my hips with his hands, he impaled me deeply onto his cock. I sucked in a quick breath of air. A low groan slipped past his lips. I knew exactly what he liked, we had done this so many times. I reached back with my hand and cupped his balls as he lifted me off his cock again before dropping me onto him. I squeezed his balls, kneading them in my hand. I attacked his mouth with my own, sweeping my tongue into Jasper's mouth. I sucked and bit his tongue, moving my hips so that I was riding the shit out of him. He sank deeper back into the chair, pulling the lever so that it reclined back.

He guided my hips with his hands, holding me so that I was tightly against him. I took my hand away from his balls to scratch my nails down his chest. Jasper's eyes were dark with lust, gritting his teeth as I rode him like a fucking horse. I could feel my orgasm slowly start to loom before me and I quickened my pace, arching my back. My head fell back, small moans escaping my mouth. He bucked his hips up into me, the back of his hands caressing my breasts, causing the nipples to harden so that they stood erect and ready.

"Shit, Bella," Jasper hissed. "No wonder you're a fucking porn star."

Then he clenched his eyes shut and groaned as he released into me, holding my hips still. I felt his hot cum spurt inside me. I nearly wept in frustration. I was so close yet again, and still I couldn't achieve release. I felt tears start to prickle, my vision going blurry for a second.

He pulled me off of him, standing up out of the reclining chair and leaving me in it. His cock was already starting to soften as he tucked it carefully inside his pants. I focused on stopping the tears from flowing. Crying wouldn't make anything better. I was just so fucking frustrated. I had been so close again and I still couldn't find any release from the act itself.

"You can do whatever you want for the next two hours, but I want you back on set at eight. Just so you know what to expect, he's going to tie you down and then eat you out – why he would want to is beyond me – then he'll fuck you. Got it?"

I nodded. Jasper fixed his shirt and walked out of my dressing room.

The pleasure that I had experienced was starting to turn to pain now. I was so close. Sitting in the reclining chair, I ran my hand down my body, pinching my nipples tightly, rolling the erect buds in my fingers. Then I pushed my skirt up and rubbed my own bundle of nerves almost viciously, the tears flowing now. My breathing turned to gasping once again as I neared the edge. Then I began pumping myself hard, using three fingers. My left hand, the free hand, gripped the arm of the chair so tightly my knuckles were white. I arched off the armchair, moaning weakly, my pussy clenching around my fingers. Suddenly, I climaxed, my cunt clamping down on my fingers in a vice-like grip. I cried out, arching.

I wished I didn't have to find release this way. But there was something wrong with me. Was I cold? I remembered Jasper saying that another girl was a frigid bitch in bed, or something like that. I hoped I wasn't.

I spent the next two hours reading. It was something I rarely got to do, so I snatched any available opportunity. My favorites had always been Romeo and Juliet and Wuthering Heights. I spent two wonderful hours immersed in Heathcliff's world. He was crying out in agony when he learned of Cathy's death.

Glancing up at my clock, I found that I was late. Shit. That was a fucking awful way to start out a new film with someone you've never met before. I tried to decide quickly what to wear, knowing that I was going to be tied down. I finally settled on a black lace thong and a sheer lace corset that tied loosely in the back. There were two holes for my nipples to poke out, exposed. Taking one look in my mirror, I decided that my hair would have to do. It was tangled but looked the epitome of sex hair. My lips pressed into a hard line as I realized that Jasper had probably been the one to screw up my hair.

When I was finally out on set, Carlisle was upset. "It's already past eight, Bella," he said sternly. "You're fucking lucky that Cullen isn't here yet. The bastard's late too."

Carlisle had two cameras from which he filmed. He was wealthy enough to afford it. One was positioned so that it was directly on the action that happened on set, the other was set up so that it was near the wall but was closer to the set. When I saw what was on set, my stomach clenched in nervousness. That was new for me. I hadn't been nervous since I first started this business four years ago.

It looked like a very large wooden bed. Actually, it was just boards nailed together so that it was about six feet wide and high. Thankfully they had sanded it down so that I wouldn't get splinters three inches long embedded in my skin. In each corner there were chains and a single shackle for either my hand or foot. I wondered just who this Cullen man was.

Suddenly, the door to the warehouse was thrown open and the night air blew inside, ruffling my hair.

"Edward, damn it, where have you been?" Carlisle demanded to the man who was now walking towards us. I couldn't see him clearly because all the lights had been turned off except for the ones on set. But I could tell he was tall.

"I was delayed," came the reply. His voice was like silk, sending shivers over my skin. "There was excessive traffic today. Phoenix is a killer for traffic."

"Well, now we have to rush," Carlisle said, still angry. "Hurry and get changed."

Edward didn't so much as look at me when he walked past. From the fleeting glance that I had got, I could see that he had reddish-brown hair with bright green eyes that crackled with electricity. Through his tight white t-shirt I could see that his muscles were well defined. Not overly muscled like some men were, but lithely built. He walked back towards the dressing rooms and I couldn't help wondering what he was going to change into.

"Bella, you can wait by the rape bed," Carlisle said conversationally, his anger fading.

I whirled. "Is that really what it's called? A rape bed?" I shrieked.

"Yes, that is exactly what it's called." Seeing my confusion and anxiety, he smiled reassuringly. "Has no one ever told you that before? Oh well. I suppose it's time that you learned something like that. I assure you that you won't actually be raped, dear."

I was shocked that someone had actually named it that. I waited by the wooden structure, refusing to call it a rape bed. After a few minutes, the man that I now knew as Edward came walking back from the dressing rooms. Even though I had been through numerous films, the sight of him still made my jaw drop. He was dressed in black leather. He wore a leather thong that barely hid his penis and had two crisscrossing black leather strips across his chest. He looked the part of a fictional dom about to punish his sub. Those crackling green eyes that I had noticed before were locked on me.

I noticed in the background that Jasper was now standing behind Carlisle. I wondered where he had went.

"Stop stalling," Carlisle said finally. "We're already twenty minutes late for shooting. Edward, I want you to chastise Bella, then shackle her in the chains. Eat her out and fuck her. Now start, damn it."

Edward's eyes didn't drift from mine the whole time Carlisle was giving his instructions. Now that it was time to start shooting, I saw him immediately get into character.

"You have defied me for the last time," Edward hissed, grabbing my arm in his hand. "Now I'm going to have to punish you."

I made sure that I acted my part. "I promise I'll be good. I swear. I'll do whatever you want," I whimpered, my eyes widening.

"You won't get out of it this time," he growled. He pushed me back onto the wooden bed. It was elevated slightly so that the top was about a foot higher than the bottom. That made it easier for the camera to see what was going on.

I fell against the wood, my legs spreading by accident. Edward's eyes were dark and turbulent. "Look at yourself," he said snidely. "Those nipples poking out and your pussy dripping wet – you're asking for it." He took my right hand and put it in one of the shackles that were at the top of the wooden structure. After he had finished chaining me up, he stepped back, careful to move so that the cameras had a full view of me as I lay here, panting.

"Please, master," I begged, arching off the wood. "I'll be good, I promise. Please. Master . . ."

Then Edward flicked my right nipple with his fingernail. I gasped. My nipples were hard and erect, begging for him. Then he twisted it gently in his hand, pulling up so that it was taut. Oh my God, he was good. I moaned deeply, closing my eyes.

"You will look at me while I'm punishing you," he snapped.

I immediately opened my eyes. Edward walked to my left side slowly, keeping his eyes directly on mine. Then he lightly slapped my covered pussy. I cried out, arching this time with true pleasure. With one vicious yank, he tore my panties from my body. The tearing fabric almost hurt as it fell from my body, knotted up in his fist. With that one tug, my wet, hairless cunt was exposed to the camera.

"Yes, you're just begging to be punished," he growled. He kneeled down between my legs and played with my nub, rolling it between his fingers.

"Oh fuck," I gasped, not acting anymore. My hips lifted into his hand and my eyes clenched shut.

"Now I'm going to have to punish you for cursing too," he scolded. "You're going to be fucked twice as hard because of your outburst."

He slapped my core again and my eyes rolled back in my head. I moaned. Oh fuck, that felt so good. He was fucking amazing. I could see why he was one of the highest paid pornographic actors in the southwest. He knew what he how to pleasure both woman and man. That was more than I could say for James.

Edward lightly traced my entrance with his finger, collecting my juices on the end of his finger before sucking them off it. Then he buried his face in my pussy and began to eat me out. He raked his teeth over me before plunging his tongue inside me. I cried out, arching once again. He sucked on each of my folds, first one, then the other, biting and nipping them. Scooping his tongue inside of me, he pulled out my juices, drinking them up. His hands held my legs apart even though the shackles were doing a sufficient job of that. Loud moans filled the set as he sucked hard on me, as if he was trying to draw every bit of moisture from my system. His hands ran up and down my thighs as he continued his attack of my pussy.

I almost made the mistake of moaning his name. That would be disastrous.

My eyes fluttered open to see James controlling the other camera that was only a few feet away from Edward and I. His eyes were fiery with lust as he watched Edward eat me out. His erection was apparent in his pants.

As Edward began to thrust his tongue inside of me, I screamed. For the first time in years, I climaxed from a man. The white-hot light exploded inside of me. I arched, my eyes clenched shut as I screamed the first true scream of ecstasy I had ever uttered on or off the set in all the years I started the porn business.

"I told you to fucking look at me," he growled, taking my chin in his hand, turning my head so that I was facing towards him. I concentrated on opening my eyes so that I could look at him. Edward eyes were now blazing with some emotion that had been lacking before. My heart began speeding erratically just looking into those emerald eyes.

I watched as he ripped his own thong from his body. It was so twisted but, fuck, I loved it. I had seen many cocks in my life, but Edward's was among the most impressive. Not only was he thick, he was long. As he lined himself up at my entrance, I felt the head of his dick brush against me. I moaned and bucked my hips to him. I saw James quickly move the camera to a better spot just before Edward thrust into me.

"Fuck," I heard Edward hiss quietly when he slammed into me. His eyes clenched shut. I was proud that he got pleasure from me also. That would be an awful way to repay the first man to make me cum in years if I hadn't gave him pleasure too.

Pulling completely out of me, he slammed back into my dripping core. I had been fucked twice previously today and my pussy was extra sensitive. He continued thrusting in and out of me, his hand reaching down to rub my clit roughly simultaneously. I screamed loudly when he hit the sweet spot inside me. I arched into his chest, my covered breasts pressing against his chest, naked except for the crisscrossing strips of black leather.

"Fuck yes!" I shrieked, meeting his hips with mine. "Oh FUCK!"

He growled savagely as he slammed into me. "Shit, Bella," he murmured, too low for the camera to hear. I wondered vaguely how he knew my name, but I couldn't think about that any longer for each time me plunged into me, my thoughts were wiped clean and I could only clench my eyes shut in ecstasy.

My orgasm loomed once again on the horizon. He bit my shoulders, sucking, marking me. I would have been upset at another time – after all, marks ruined my body and that made the horny public disgruntled – but I was preoccupied.

"I told you I was going to fucking punish you, you little cock tease," Edward growled, slamming into me. My cunt clenched around his thick dick, my body seizing up as wave after wave of pleasure rammed into me. Finally, I arched as I climaxed, screaming with ecstasy. I felt his hot cum release into me, making my orgasm last longer.

After a few moments, Carlisle said cut, and Edward moved off me.

I couldn't move. Not only from the shackles but from what had just happened. It was hard to believe what had just happened. I knew that Edward didn't know the magnitude of what I had just experienced but I couldn't help staring up at him in utter disbelief.

Jasper stood stock-still, staring at me in shock. I wondered what he was thinking. All that I seen on his face was shock. Edward quickly unchained my wrists and ankles, helping me up off the wooden bed with his hand. I felt as if there was an electric current running through our skin. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end. I hoped I wasn't the only one that felt it.

"That was very well done, Edward," Carlisle said approvingly. "And Bella too. I've never seen you so responsive."

It was the first time I blushed in years.

"I'd say that you two are a phenomenal duo," Carlisle continued. "I think it would be a good idea if we scheduled another filming between you two. That was the hottest porn I've ever seen. And that's saying something."

I was conscious of the fact that I was panty-less and only wearing a lace corset that exposed my nipples.

"We can arrange that later, Carlisle," Edward replied. "Heidi should be here soon so she can talk with you about that. I'll be in Phoenix for a few weeks anyway." The warehouse door opened and in strode a woman who looked as if she could be a runway model. She was tall and willowy, with pushed-up breasts. She wore a black miniskirt with a white transparent top with no bra, her dark nipples poking through the fabric. "Here is Heidi, my manager."

She extended her arm to Carlisle, then to Jasper. "As Edward said, I am his manager. If there are any contracts you would like to arrange, please just talk to me and we'll set them up. You must be Jasper, Bella Swan's manager." She gave Jasper a flirtatious wink as she shook his hand, then flipped her dark hair over her shoulder. "And you are Carlisle, the very well renowned director." Carlisle beamed with pride.

Then she turned to me, taking in my very mussed up look. I hated when other women were on the set. For some reason, they made me very insecure and self-conscious. And Heidi's quick appraisal of me made me even more nervous.

"Hello, Bella," she said, shaking my hand. "You are a very gifted actress."

"Thank you," I replied without emotion. I simply wanted to leave. So much had happened tonight and all I wanted to do was sleep.

They all talked for a few minutes more before Jasper gripped my upper arm in his hand. "Bella is very tired. She's shot two films today and she needs her rest." He pulled me away towards the dressing rooms. "If you want to make a deal, Heidi, then meet me back here at nine am."

Edward stepped towards me. "I believe this is yours," he said politely, handing me a scrap of black fabric. I was surprised to find that it was my torn panties.

When we were back in the dressing room, I quickly stripped out of my lace corset, knowing that my thong was a loss sense it was tore. "Would you explain to me what that was all about?" Jasper asked when I pulled on a pair of soft-wash jeans and the white tank top I had worn before.

"What do you mean?" I hoped that playing dumb would be sufficient to get him off this conversation topic.

"I mean the fact that you never once acted like that when I fucked you," he pointed out. I felt like screaming at him that Edward had just given me my first true orgasm in years. I breathed in deeply through my nose to calm me.

"I just really wanted the money from this film," I lied. "Fucking you helped me get into character." I hoped that would heal his ego. Thankfully, Jasper relented.

"You did wonderful tonight, Bella," he said, smirking at me when I looked into my mirror, fixing my makeup. "I'm still hard from hearing you scream." I glanced at him through the mirror, his eyes were dark. I didn't think I could ever fuck him again after what had just happened on that set between Edward and me. I felt as if the world had been turned upside down and inside out.

When I left the warehouse to go back to my apartment, Edward and Heidi were gone.

Ori: Oh, I know I'm going to like this story.

Jason: Fuck. Me too.

Ori: Don't curse, Jason. Otherwise I'm going to have to punish you like Edward punished Bella. Don't you know you get it twice as hard when you curse?

Jason: Shit, baby, fucking punish me now. You can chain me up anytime you want, I'll always be ready for you.