Friday, November 30, 2012


~Chapter 89~

“Great, Angela. Looking forward to it.”

“Please tell Edward again how appreciative I am and not to worry. I’ll keep Garrett within striking distance.”

“Of you or Edward?”

“Dear Lord, I was referring to me! Can you imagine?”

Ick, I’d really rather not. Not with Garrett. “Maybe Edward will let you borrow his riding crop.”

Peals of laughter ring through the phone. “Ohmygod, Bella! You can’t just all of a sudden drop a riding crop into the conversation!”

“Sorry, my sense of propriety may be a little skewed.”

“You lucky bitch!”

I gasp. It seems my timid friend is also gaining in the bravado department now that I’ve shared a little more of my secret life with her. “I think I’ve corrupted you now.”

“It really had to be done,” she intones seriously.

“Okay,” I say brightly, “we’ll see you guys Saturday night.”

“What can we bring?”

“Nothing, we’re all set here.” Master hasn’t told me his plan yet, but he knows it’s busy season for our guests, and I’m sure Master will gladly put all his demands on me. I feel a familiar clenching below, the thrill of the unknown coursing through my veins, all roads leading to my panties.

“How about if we pick up some wine then?” she suggests.

I know Angela. If I don’t say yes, she’ll just make it even harder on herself. “Sure, Ange. That would be great.”

“Super. Have a great week, okay?”

“You, too.”

My week is most definitely going to be great; our first painting class is Tuesday, Master has something important planned for Wednesday, Thursday we have Marcus, and then Saturday this dinner/scene combo with Angela and Garrett. I can’t believe how boring my old life was in comparison.

I set my cell on the desk and head back out to the kitchen, where Edward is sitting at the counter with his laptop open. I know he hears me approaching, but he is riveted to the screen. I have really gone out on a limb with this entry—three limbs, to be exact. My heart thumps quicker and stronger just knowing he’s reading it. I can’t even go beyond that to imagine how Master might incorporate any or all of these leftover fantasies.

Without turning, he reaches out his hand behind him, beckoning me to join him. My feet shuffle along the floor as if tied to bricks, and I’m pretty sure the hand I offer him is cold and clammy. How does he still do this to me?

He pulls me into his side and wraps his arm tightly around my waist. His eyes are still locked on the screen in front of him as he slowly scrolls down the entry until reaching the bottom. Because he’s sitting and I’m standing, he has to tip his head up to look at me, for a change.


My resulting blush is immediate and thorough. “I know.”

“You did not hold back.”

“No. I haven’t really found that to be an effective strategy where you’re concerned.”

He huffs lightly and stands, turning me to face him. “I think you’re amazing, Isabella.”

Those are the last words I hear before he pulls me into his kiss, but I know I haven’t heard the last from Master on this entry.


CURIOUS/Journal Entry Twelve
January 29, 2012
Master's assignment: Pick three things you’re still curious about that we haven’t tried

Dear Master, After much thought and tedious research *wipes brow*, I give you my three. Please remember that my working definition of curious includes a healthy dose of fear along with wet-my-panties excitement. Each of these is very scary to admit, but as you say, the inventory is yours. Without further ado:

1. Discomfort (though pain is still a turnoff). We’ve played a bit with ice but I’d like to be challenged further; we’ve done leather cuffs but I’d like to try metal handcuffs (I THINK!); you’ve bound me with rope, but I’m curious about being hogtied. Those all seemed to lump together in my mind. If that counts for three, I’ll just stop right here!

2. An interrogation scene, because words are my medium and you spin them so well. This fantasy started with a video I once came across about a woman passing through airport security with a bag of sex toys. I think she eventually missed her flight. I’ve also been highly aroused by some of those pre-dungeon scene interviews with the submissive answering all kinds of questions about why she’s there.

3. Denial (I cannot believe I’m writing this. WHO ASKS FOR THIS? Insanity, right?) Denial of physical contact with you, because it is absolutely the last thing I want, but I would imagine the reunion to be all the sweeter. Denial of orgasm, because I feel like this is the ultimate erotic submission, and I suppose curiosity is the best way to describe my attitude toward trying it.

"’Curiouser and curiouser!’ cried Alice (she was so much surprised, that for the moment she quite forgot how to speak good English).”  

With deepest gratitude and trust in you, Master,
~your princess


Truth is, I’ve been semi-hard all day since she groped me in that first fitting room, and it didn’t end in the swimsuit department. Isabella made a point of settling herself into the corner seat every time I shed my clothes today, which—thanks to Riley—was more than a few times. Though he acquiesced to Isabella’s taste in the final deliberations, Riley had me trying on shorts, shirts, and loafers (which thankfully did not require getting naked). The result was two armfuls of shopping bags and a set of balls on their way to turning blue.

Now this: handcuffs … hogtied … denial … interrogation. Music to the Master’s greedy ears. Isabella has provided me not only with a painful, urgent, physical need, but also a playground for some outrageous mental masturbation. I’ve always enjoyed the thrill of planning scenes and ruminating about toys and positions and wardrobe, but this gift of knowing exactly what titillates her right now adds a new dimension I’ve not previously experienced. Not that I haven’t asked submissives about their preferences in the past, but never before have I received such an honest and courageous accounting of some very intense inclinations.

It’s not easy to shut down the Dark Prince after reading her entry, but I manage to at least hit the pause button long enough to enjoy the here and now. Isabella appears to be as hungry as I am for something leaning away from the vanilla. I pull her roughly into my body and lock my lips onto hers. A shared groan rises between us as she feels my need.

My hands are up her shirt in a flash, yanking the inconvenient lingerie up and over her taut nipples and capturing the rebounding mounds of flesh in my palms. I falter, images of these beautiful breasts captured between artistically-wound lengths of colorful rope insinuating themselves despite my efforts to hold them at bay.

A naked girl, stomach pressed to the floor; wrists tied to ankles behind an arched back lifted off the ground; thighs spread wide and held open by tightly-wrapped cord tethered to strained elbows—a most beautiful and delectable work of art. The girl’s face morphs into Isabella’s right before my eyes, and before I realize what I’ve done, I’ve got my girlfriend stripped bare and bent forwards over the back of the couch, her wrists held at the small of her back in one of my hands.

Just as I’m about to enter her from behind, she turns her face sideways along the couch and smiles back at me.

“I fucking love you, Isabella. You know that, right?”

She spreads her legs wider and answers, “Of course.”

I take her urgently, groping her nipples as I plunge deep inside her. The smile never leaves her face as she silently draws me in. I close my eyes tightly as I explode inside her, a full day’s teasing reaching its inevitable conclusion. Folded over Isabella’s body, I form a protective outer coating between her and the rest of the world—a shell to safeguard her precious core.

When we eventually untangle ourselves and fall into bed together, I kiss her until she begs me to stop so she can sleep. I lie awake alone, watching her long after her body has found rest. Even asleep, my perception of her face doesn’t settle into one persona, but reflects all the different facets, all the pieces of her that I love.

I wasn’t expecting her revelations to have such a profound effect on my near-term plans, but the fantasies she’s exposed are far too significant to ignore. I set my Master mind to recreating the scene I had planned for Wednesday, our final chance to work on trust before we go live with Angela and Garrett. Yes, I can definitely make that work. I sink into sleep with a deeply satisfied mind and body.

I check my cell  phone a third time, but the text remains the same—Lobby 6:15 STARVED—and my watch only marches forward. Ten minutes late is just not like Edward, and after five more minutes pass, I am starting to work up a significant concern. Just as I tap open my favorites list, Edward bursts through the stairwell fire door, dazed and bedraggled.

When his eyes lock onto mine across the crowded lobby, my heart flies into my throat. I usually wait against the wall by mutual agreement so Edward can give me a body slam kiss, but something is wrong. I stride quickly to the center of the floor where he meets me, his usual good humor and zeal nowhere to be found.

“What is it?”

“I’m sorry, I can’t take you out tonight, Isabella, I’m going to need to rush home.” Edward is rambling and out of control. My pulse spikes but I try to be calm for him.

“Okay, let’s go. I’ll get a cab.”

“No, not that home. Home home.” His eyes fill with tears and his shoulders slump, letting his bag slide to the floor.

“Oh my god, Edward, what’s wrong?”

“It’s Boomer. He’s sick. We have to…” His voice trails off and he shakes his head briefly before dropping his face into the folds of my scarf. My fingers fly into his hair and I rock us slowly side to side, every scurrying rush hour person disappearing into a swirl of nothing; it’s only the two of us.

“I’m so sorry, Edward,” I hum in what I hope is a soothing voice.

His arms hang limply at his sides as he surrenders to the inevitability and the grief. The gears in my brain start to churn. Edward’s going to Philadelphia tonight. Could I swing it?

I don’t have anything earth-shattering until Wednesday’s team meeting for my latest prospect, and Philly is only an hour and a half by train. We could go tonight and return tomorrow afternoon, still make it in time for our painting class if Edward wants to try to shift gears. If not, screw it, we’ll take the next session.

He lifts his head and regards me through watery eyes. “I gotta go. I want to catch the 7:40 from Penn Station so Dad won’t have to stay up too late.”

He bends to retrieve his briefcase when I respond, “I’m coming with you.”

As he straightens back up, his entire being rejects the idea. “Isabella, I’m a big boy. I can handle this alone.”

“Of course you can, but now you don’t have to.”

He stares at me for a few seconds, looks as if he’s about to say something, but just shakes his head. “I’m in no position to argue with you.”

“Good,” I smile and take his hand. “That will make this much less unpleasant.”

Back in the apartment, we both change quickly and toss together our own separate overnight bags. I extracted enough details out of Edward in the taxi to understand that his dog stopped eating about a week ago. Carlisle and Esme have been amassing information for the last several days, and have now determined the tumor is malignant and inoperable, and Boomer seems to be in a lot of pain. Carlisle hadn’t want to upset Edward before he knew all the facts, but he didn’t want to put the dog down without giving his son a chance to say goodbye. The vet is due out to the house tomorrow morning to lay the dog to rest.

“Last chance,” Edward says from the doorway, his duffle slung over one shoulder. It looks like he splashed some cold water on his face and made some effort to arrange his wild hair, but I’ve never seen him look this disheveled and raw. “You sure you want to come?”

“Yes. I’m all set.” Last thing I want is to make him late for the train.

I meet him in the doorway and kiss his sweet, sad face. Without a word, I take his hand in mine. As we wrap ourselves in our winter coverings, Edward quietly thanks me again for going with him.

“You’re welcome and you can stop saying that now. You know you’d drop everything for me if I needed you, too.”

“Of course I would.”

Penn Station is loud and crowded and we’re lucky to find two seats together in the “quiet car.” Edward takes the window seat and pulls my hand into his lap as soon as I get organized. He spends most of the ride looking out the window, his reflection pensive and sad. My heart hurts for him, but I’m happy I’m here, especially when he occasionally squeezes my hand to draw support.

“You did tell your folks I was coming, right?” I ask as Edward watches the pick-up lane for the Prius at 30th Street Station.

“Yeah, I sent Dad a text from the taxi.” Edward smirks. “Mom’s fixing the guest room up for you.”

“Oh shit, really?”


Just then, Carlisle pulls up to the curb and hops out of the driver’s side. Edward only lets go of my hand at the last moment, as his dad pulls him into a long hug with extra back patting at the end. Both men are teary when they pull back, and when my turn with Carlisle is over, I, too, am sniffling. “Thank you for being here for Edward,” he murmurs into my ear just before letting me go.

There is much discussion about which of us should sit up front, but finally, Edward lets me convince him to sit with his dad. Still, he turns around to check on me every few minutes. Carlisle brings us up to speed on the situation, the vigilant father doing his best to protect his son from hurt. Edward is quiet and reflective and Carlisle leaves him to his thoughts, so I do, too.

“How’s Mom doing?” I ask, as Dad makes the turnoff from the Schuylkill.

“You know your mother. She’s all tough on the outside, but underneath that suit of armor there beats a heart of mush. So far, it’s been all about medical data and logical decisions and discussing with the vet how it will all go tomorrow, but I’m pretty sure she’ll lose it when she sees you.”

“I hope that doesn’t make it harder on her.”

“It won’t. She needs to grieve; your being here will help jump start the process for her. You, too, Isabella. It was so sweet of you to come.”

“I just hope I’m not intruding,” she says.

I reach back and put my hand on her knee. “Never.”

“Of course not,” Dad confirms hastily.

Mom, tightly swaddled in a puffy down coat, is waiting on the front stoop when we pull into the driveway. “I’ll get the luggage,” Dad says, reaching across the front seat of the car to place his hand on my shoulder. “Your mother needs you right now.”

It’s so difficult to look into her eyes as I approach, but I force myself to absorb her pain, as she, no doubt, absorbs mine.

“Oh, Edward,” she cries, melting into my arms and sobbing softly.

“Sorry, Mom.”

“He’s such a good dog.”

“He is.”

I rock her slowly, comforting her as Isabella comforted me yesterday.

Mom opens her arms and welcomes Isabella into our hug. “Come, dear.” We both draw her in and the three of us sway together until Mom’s ready to break the hold.

“Did Dad tell you…what to expect?” She swallows hard over the last few words.

“Yes. I’m ready.”

Mom nods and turns the knob behind her. I have no trouble finding him; he’s lying in the middle of his favorite bed, a puffy denim circle with soft polar fleece broken in from years of use. I sink to my knees near his head, and he can barely lift his eyes to register my presence.

“Aw buddy,” I say softly, cooing into his ear and petting him with a feather-light touch. I want him to know I’m here, but I don’t want to hurt him in the process. His nose is dry and cracked and his eyes are glassy. He’s always had such an expressive face, and right now, I can read his resignation like a neon sign. My gut twists and I let the overpowering sense of loss flow through me. Another set of knees drops to the floor next to me and I feel Isabella’s arm around my shoulders.

“Isabella, meet Boomerang Aloysius Johnson Cullen, direct descendant of the show dog Caramel Corn.”

“Very nice to meet you, Boomerang,” she says sweetly, reaching two fingertips to his paw and touching him ever so gently.

I drop my face next to his and brush my cheek against his jowl. His breath is worse than usual, the stench of disease is well upon his old bones.

“Is he in pain right now?” I ask Dad while I settle in around Boomer’s weary body.

“No. We’ve been keeping him medicated. That’s why he’s a little out of it.”

“He looks baked.” I have to smile at my friend, the Yellow Labrador wonder dog, who has clearly been well tended by the good doctor.

“We’ll leave you alone with him,” Dad says, putting his arm around Mom and leading her out of the room.

“Do you want me to go?” Isabella asks quietly.

“No. I mean, not unless you want to. Is it too much for you?”

“No.” Isabella curls into my body along the dog bed on the floor and lets me pull my fingers through her hair and soothe myself the way Boomer always used to, the way I can no longer do. Dad wakes us up a while later, and we pull ourselves from the floor, coated in yellow dog hairs and weary from the uncomfortable late-night doze.

“Time for bed,” Dad says. “Mom fixed up the guest room for Bella.”

“Thank you,” she starts, but I pull her into my side.

“Dad, that’s not happening.”

Dad’s smile passes from me to Isabella. “I honestly have no idea why she did that. I mean, you’re a grown…” Carlisle waves his hand vaguely toward my pants.


Isabella cuts in, “Edward, I don’t want to disrespect your mother.”

“Dad, tell Isabella it’s okay.”

He smiles again and pulls both of us into his arms, kissing me on the head first, then Isabella. “I will take care of Esme. Go to bed ... together, for God's sake. The vet will be here at nine.”

“Thank you, Carlisle,” she says softly.

“Sorry about ‘The Awkward Show’ back there. Normally, I would’ve stormed the castle, but Mom’s not exactly herself right now.”

I’m standing over the sink brushing my teeth when Edward comes over and snags the toothpaste from my hand. Grinning at my reflection, he says, “That’s quite the outfit you got there.”

I spit and look down at the combination of my bright blue Yale Bulldogs tee and my green-and-yellow-striped silk boxers. “I didn’t even look to see what I was pulling out. I didn’t want to make you miss your train.”

“You look perfect.” He squeezes out a neat line of paste onto his toothbrush and replaces the cap, just like at home. He places the toothbrush into his mouth and starts on the lower left molars, just like at home. He brushes and brushes, and when he’s through, he bends and cups his hand, catching enough water to rinse—three times, just like at home. Afterwards, he gazes into the mirror with a critical eye, making sure he didn’t miss any stray pieces of spinach, or in this case, the meat loaf sandwich Esme brought out to us before she went up to bed.

The difference is that tonight, Edward’s looking into the mirror that reflected his face from the time he was a very young boy, saw him through his teen years, and right on into manhood. This mirror has seen it all, and suddenly I’m incredibly jealous.

“What are you thinking?” Edward is smiling at me in the mirror.


“I’m sorry. It just occurred to me that it’s my first time in your home, and—”

The smile fades. “Oh my god, I am such a loser. I should’ve offered you a tour. I didn’t even offer you a glass of water.”

“Edward, please.” I turn toward him and press my hands onto his cheeks. “You don’t have to do any of those things. I didn’t come here for that.”

“This is unacceptable. C’mere.”

He takes my hand and pulls me into the bedroom. Reaching into the bottom drawer of his bureau, he pulls out a bright green Eagles hoodie and tosses it over to me. “Here. Put this on in case my dad decides to get a late night snack…oh hey, look! You match now. I’m gonna give you the grand tour.”

“Honestly, Edward, you don’t have to—”

He covers my mouth with a kiss, pulling me into his bare chest and flannel pants. “I know. I want you to get the full effect here, you know this place is a historic landmark! The birthplace of Edward Cullen.”

Twenty minutes and a whirlwind tour later, we’re back in his room. He seems to have gotten his second wind, and I worry that sleep won’t find him tonight.

“You need to get some rest, Edward.” I take his hand and pull him to the bed, tossing the borrowed sweatshirt over his desk chair and joining him under the covers.

He’s lying on his back staring at the ceiling when I click off the lamp on my side of the bed, plunging us into darkness. When I curl in close to his side, his arm wraps around me automatically and his thumb flutters randomly along my arm. His soft voice floats over my hair, “It’s so weird that we’re here…together…all of a sudden. This is not how I imagined I would bring you home for the first time. I just can’t quite reconcile the reality of you in my childhood bedroom.”

“I think I’d probably rather not think about what all went on in this room.”

He huffs, “That makes two of us.”

Of course, now I’m completely curious and I may never get to sleep, but this is not about me. “You need to quiet your mind, Edward.”

“I know. You’re right. My head is everywhere right now.”

“Keep it here, with me.” I roll on top of him and kiss him gently. Right now, it’s just the two of us—no past and no future, just this joining together. He pulls my shirt over my head and shimmies out of his pants while I push the boxers down and away. He holds me tightly against his chest as I open myself to gather him inside the comfort of my body. We rock together slowly and I swallow his need until he empties inside me. Edward’s breathing evens out and his body and mind finally seem to be tranquil.

“I just realized why I was such a lousy host,” he suddenly blurts out of the stillness of the night.

“Edward, you weren’t—”

“I was,” he insists, and I leave it alone so he can share this thought that seems so very important to him. “Granted, when you walked through that door with me, I was thinking about my dog. Even still, it felt so natural to have you here, I totally forgot it was your first time. You just fit,” he marvels, “into every aspect of my life. It’s kind of perfect.”

“It is. Now go to sleep, Edward Cullen.”

“Where would you like to do this?” Dr. Banner asks Mom.

“I think he’ll be most comfortable right here in his bed,” she answers stoically. Dad puts his arm around her shoulders, and the doctor nods. We all gather in a tight circle on the floor, surrounding Boomer with our love.

“Okay, as I’ve explained, this first injection will completely relax Boomer. He’ll be conscious but just barely awake.” He flicks the needle with his finger and gazes once around our tight circle, waiting until each of us acknowledges that we’re ready. Isabella squeezes my side when I give my assent, and even though I can’t lift my eyes from the scene in front of us, I feel her presence as a warm blanket of love surrounding not only me, but my parents as well.

I lose it when Mom starts weeping, and I tighten my grip around her waist while Dad bolsters her on the other side. The tears slide down my cheeks as Boomer’s eyes close for the last time. “He’s still here,” the vet says quietly, taking up the other needle then pausing in case anyone has any last words. Our family circle seems to take a deep collective breath before gathering even closer, and when the doctor sees that nobody is going to speak, he softly says, “Okay, here we go.”

I have to close my eyes at the very end.

“He’s at peace now.”

Dr. Banner gives us a few minutes alone, tactfully cleaning up his supplies and preparing to take the body for cremation. He’ll be scattered over his favorite pond out back, where we can all imagine him spending eternity swimming his heart out and getting covered in the slimy pond scum he used to love shaking all over the house. The memory makes me laugh in a loud, inappropriate way, but instead of chastising me, Dad asks, “What?” like he’s dying to get in on the joke.

“I was just remembering how I used to bring him in the house after his walks and he’d shake that slimy pond scum all over the walls in the kitchen.”

“Ugh,” Mom groans. “He used to smell worse than the neighbors’ compost heap on a hot summer day!”

“How about when the pond was so low, it was just a giant mud slick? That was even worse,” I add.

Dad is chuckling now. “Remember how he’d stand outside and give us his most pitiful expression when we wouldn’t let him in? Nearly broke my heart when he’d do that.”

Mom gets in on it now, “Yeah, well, it’s not as if it was enough to make you or Edward take the hose to him. I always had to do that.”

“Because he hated it!” I answer in our defense, all three of us laughing together at the memory of how Boomer would strain on the leash when the cold water hit him. I turn to Isabella and fill in the gaps. “Dad finally had a special nozzle put on the mudroom shower so that we could close Boomer into the stall and give him a warm water shower instead. He didn’t like that much better but we felt less guilty and he couldn’t escape.”

“Yes,” Dad says, wiping tears from his eyes. “He’s the only dog in Pennsylvania with a Waterpik eight-mode pulsating shower massager.”

“Sounds like a very lucky dog,” Isabella responds.

“He had a good life,” Dad answers, just as the vet returns.

“He had a very good life,” Banner concurs. “Why don’t you good folks let me handle this part?” he offers, kindly shooing us away. Dad helps Mom up off the floor and leads her away, and Isabella does the same for me.

“You sure you don’t want us to take a taxi back, Dad? Maybe you should stay with Mom.”

“I’m fine, son. No need to get melodramatic here.”

“Okay, Mom. Would it be too melodramatic if I asked for a hug?”

“Oh honestly, Edward.” Mom rolls her eyes at me and allows me to wrap her in my arms. She’s girded herself in Mom armor again. Dad will probably get through to her later today, but for now, she’s set aside her grief, so I do the same.

“Take care, Mom.”

“You too, son. You take care of this sweet girl.” She turns to Isabella and takes her into a tight hug. “Thank you for coming, Bella. I wish you would’ve known Boomer sooner, when he was still himself, but at least you got to meet him. You’re a true member of the family now.”

Isabella’s eyes shift over to me behind Mom’s back and I can’t contain my smile. I give her my best “That’s-my-Mom” face and shrug it off, but deep within my heart, a match is struck and a tiny flame has been kindled.
A/N: Sometimes, life just happens, and people have to hold each other up. This chapter was inspired by the memory of our own sweet Boomerang, who's been gone since 2011 but not forgotten.


  1. Wow B, that was a real surprise and a tear jerker.
    I love your inspiration for this - Cannes and your dear sweet Boomerang, always remembered.

    This chapter is so touching on so many levels. Isabella being there for Edward and his family. Edward's epiphany...You just fit into every aspect of my life. It's kind of perfect. (Just like his thoughts and your words B).
    Then Esme saying "You're a true member of the family now" and Edwards Heart (I bet if we got another BPOV, her heart would be doing the same).
    I like how Bella could centre (calm) Edward when they were together in his boyhood bed, it was a very beautiful moment.

    Back to the start of this chapter.
    Interesting to see how bold Angela is becoming. I am very curious to see how Saturday night plays out.

    And just WOW on the 3 things (really she gave a little more than 3), boy did Princess give Master to play with. Loved the visions of his mind whirring.
    I have to say I love her idea on an interrogation scene. I also liked her terminology "Discomfort" because we are well aware of her aversion to pain. I can't beleive she chose the third one "Denial", even though I get her thoughts on the ultimate submission...but yeah, who'd ask for this. LOL.

    Thanks so much Born for a very enlightening, sad yet poignant and moving chapter.
    As always, I am already looking forward to the next update, I just adore this story.

    1. You really kept me going last night, Whiti. It was a tough one to write, tough to have the courage to post. Thank you so much for your support and for sharing your insights on the chapters so beautifully and generously. You mean so much to me...all the way across the world but so much closer now that we've "met"!!

  2. Born:

    I wrote a review to this chapter, but when I went to post it, lo and behold, I was not able to. Who knew that there was a limit on the number of characters that this comment could accommodate. I'm not sure what that means--I know that I am word, but I did not think I was that wordy! Either way, I was able to save the comment to my laptop, and when I figure out how to PM the comment to you, I will do so.

    Please just know, that I felt this was definitely a defining moment in this their relationship. I just loved it, and I hope for my sake, I will be able to share what I felt.

    1. I hope for MY sake you can share it!
      I gave the link to my fanfic PM in the author's note, and if that won't work, hit me up over at FB and I'll give you my email. I'd love to hear your thoughts, as always. Thank you for the beautiful words of support, as always.

  3. Although it was so sad, I loved it. I enjoy your writing because you write it as the life comes. S*** happens and just like with their difficulties with anal sex, nothing is ideal and it makes the story more real. I love it the fact that their story is not artifically perfect.
    Sti xo

    1. Thank you so much for your lovely review and for letting me try to keep this fantasy real. I appreciate when a reader isn't only looking for a certain outcome with every chapter.

  4. Wow...I love how Bella went with him and show her support! Poor boomer at least he went peacefully! He really was part of the family and I adored the little stories they shared about him. Really sweet and it made me think about my dog. brought up a lot of memories. thank u!

    1. Yeah, that was my official send off. Better than scattering ashes, no? Immortalizing him and letting Edward Cullen give him his last kiss? MWAH. We should all be so lucky as to be surrounded by such familial love when we go. That line about looking baked was a direct quote from our son.

  5. well I have just come in from outside from sitting at my T-Bones headstone, she has been gone 12 years in November and it still hurts. Your chapter had me crying anyway

  6. Oh born, you always make this feel so "real". I have to frequently remind myself that this story is fictional because the reactions you pull from me are very real. Of course, my heart was breaking for them saying goodbye to Boomer, but my mood shifted right along with Bella's when Edward was late and when she saw his face coming out of the elevator! I did smile at Angela's comment that corrupting her "had to be done". I had a brief glimpse of Edward training Garrett to be a Dom, then I realized that he would have to train Angela to be the dom in that relationship. Garrett would have to be the sub there! LOL Wouldn't those scenes be fun, Garrett in training to be a sub (snickering madly here). Thank you so much for sharing this with us, sending lots of {{{{{{hugs}}}}}} your way.


    1. Edward's not gonna be training Garrett to be anything more or less than a decent friend here, I'm afraid! We could let Marcus have at him, I suppose. *cackles gleefully*

  7. Oh gee! Break my heart, why don'cha? I have elephant tears running down my face! I cry for Edward & Boomer, and I cry for my beloved Pudge. Even those who haven't lived through losing a pet like this will not be able to hold back their tears.

    1. Thanks, Rugby. This one was entirely autobiographical, even down to the comment about Boomer looking baked! So glad it fell on caring, sympathetic eyes!

  8. You have managed to harpoon my heart with tear ducts attached with this latest chapter. I hate you for it! I HATE to cry and this one opened the flood gates and now I can't breathe! *huge smile* And I still have a few tears trying to leak out! It did not go unnoticed that Edward's evil mind is working away on the things Bella wrote in her submissive's journal. Will be interesting to see what the Kink Factory comes up with. Keep it up my friend. Love the way you turn a phrase. xo

    1. Thank you so much, Dinia. I know it's not what anyone was expecting here, but I'm trying to write real, so you know...stuff happens!

  9. Gah! I emailed you. Fabulous, B. you're amazing:)

  10. Wow, the painful memories this recreated. Beautifully done my friend.
    And she does fit- perfectly. His revelation was brilliant.

    1. Thanks, tiggerigger. So happy you enjoyed this one.
      You are one to tolerate pain quite well, as long as there's comfort involved. *wink*

  11. I don't think I can tell you how much I look forward to your chapter every Saturday morning. I often stay up until the wee hours of the morning reading FF, but on Friday nights I convince myself to get to sleep because I know what will be waiting in my email when I wake up. I so appreciate you for keeping to your schedule. I understand that authors have "real" lives, but it so disappointing when you are entrenched in a story and the updates suddenly wane or stop altogether. When I'm waiting for the chapter to launch the anticipation of what I'll find is glorious. I never know if you are going to take up right where you left off or take me someplace unexpected. No matter what the destination I am never disappointed. Someone a while back posted a comment that you should end this story and that you were just dragging it out. I have to respectfully disagree. I hope you continue to find joy and satisfaction in writing this story for a VERY long time because it is one of the best parts of my Saturday. Thank you for another beautiful chapter. See you next Saturday!

    1. You write the most lovely reviews, and one day I will convince you to write your own fiction as well! This review comes after a night/morning of writing until 3 am so I could post this on schedule, so your remarks are ever so meaningful to me and so very much appreciated.

      Many people close to me tried to convince me it would be okay to skip a week, or even post later in the day today, but I really wanted to hold to my schedule. Thank you so much for what you wrote about the story not dragging--that did make for loads of self-doubt about where readers are with this story, and it's always great to hear I'm not the only one who still cares about these two! MWAH, Susan. Thank you so much!

  12. I'm in tears. It brought back to me when I'd not long been dating my husband, and his mother passed. He had to rush home (a 5 hour drive) and missed her by 30 minutes so he couldn't say goodbye. He called me as soon as he arrived home, promptly booked a flight (which was very expensive) and when I arrived, I'll never forget his dad hugging me for the first time (we'd met a couple of times but this was something that hadn't happened before). I felt like a part of his family from then on.

    I also have memories of my kids and their dog Sophie. She was a mischievous Belgian Shepherd cross, and such a sweet dog. She got very ill and we had to make the heartbreaking decision to have her put down. Thankfully the boys got to say goodbye to her.

    Tear jerker, but lovely chapter.

    1. Thank you for opening yourself up to the story, Lisa, even with all the wounds. I, too, attended a family funeral for my bf then (hubs now) and was meeting several family members for the first time.
      The dog story is 100% autobiographical.
      Thank you so much for your lovely insights.

  13. ohhh geeze. loved the beginning of the chapter in all the usual ways.. lol

    angela joking about how her corruption had to happen- perfect. reminds me a little bit of myself, though i didnt find out about bdsm through a friend, its just that sometimes you have NO idea what can work for you until youre exposed to it... I'd love to see an outtake of Angela domming Garrett. lol. but nothing too intimate because eww... lol. maybe some covert, in public play.... hmmm, is this how plot bunnies come to be?? lol

    and then her journal entry- yummy.. thats all i can say. i love that she didnt hold back at all. the inventory truly does belong to Master now.

    and ohh geeze, i forgot to breathe when edward burst through the door looking all messed up and out of sorts. my heart broke for him...

    I started this chapter excited to maybe see their art class, or their scene on wed, or marcus on thurs, or (if it was the longest chapter in the world- which id be ok with by the way... ;) ) even garrett and angela on saturday, but the best laid plans fall to the side when life gets in the way. i loved how bella was there for him. and that moment where edward was explaining why he forgot to be a good host was because he forgot she hadnt been there before, because she fits into his life so seemlessly-- total *squee* moment... i can only hope the next time she visits his family home itll be under nicer circumstances...

    keep it up, mistress Born! :)

  14. When Edward was talking about how much he likes planning their activities I realized he is fantasizing in his head. It is so much more then planning-he is seeing it happen and it turns him on.

    I am not a pet person but the Boomer story did touch my heart.

    1. Thank you, Jill. That one was entirely autobiographical!

  15. That one was super hard m'dear, as I am sure it was for you too. Loved it but am crying like a baby right now.

    1. It was especially hard, Vicki, but the characters needed to get there for each other. Thank you so much.

  16. OMG BOH - you should have put a tissue warning on this one. Losing a pet is hard. They provide unconditional dying love.

    We lost our Boomer in 2002. He had slipped and torn the tendons in his back hip. The doctor found extreme arthritis and advised us that surgery was not an option. Boom was 11 years old when he passed.

    The day before our appointment with the vet my hubs and I sat in the front yard with him. Our neighbors came over and surrounded him and us as we had our own vigil.

    The next morning at the vet's office we stayed with Boomer. He took our love and devotion to the Rainbow Bridge with him. After we picked up his ashes (2 cans worth - he weighed 135 pounds) we took and spread them around every forest preserve and park we had taken him to over the years. We did keep a small amount to have at home with his picture.

    I'm glad that Bella was there with him as support and that he didn't try to force her to stay behind. No one needs to go through that alone.

    1. Thank you for telling your sweet story. You might have read by now that this passing was entirely autobiographical, and we gave our Boomer a loving sendoff two summers ago, but this is my final tribute to him. Edward needed to lean on Isabella and she was there for him in fine form.

  17. The journal was excellent but I cannot stop crying and thinking about Edward having to put his dog down. I was lucky enough to be able to hug both of mine while I was reading this today but my thoughts went back to 2005 when we had to put down both of our dogs, Kaiser and Rommel in a 2 month period. They were dark days and I don't know how we made it through them. Kaiser was 11 and got sick on a Thursday and by Saturday evening he was gone. My husband was too upset to even stay with him; I had to do it all by myself. :(

    Rommel was 9 and was with Kaiser every day of his life. After Kaiser was gone, we took Rommel to places we knew he liked, just trying to keep his spirits up but it was no use. He was never the same after we came home alone that night and I think he just gave up. He wanted to be with his brother and again we had to make the dreaded trip to the vet to have him put down.

    We have Panzer and Blitzen now but I think of Kaiser and Rommel every day of my like.

    1. Awww, Jayme. Sad, sweet story. It's always so hard-these pets become a part of us. xxx

  18. Bella's journal entry was interesting in that it sounded like she wanted to do it, but just not sure yet.

    Boomer's crossing over the Rainbow Bridge really warranted a tissue warning! Right now Wilson, my grandson's Anatolian Shepard is in late stages of heartworm disease and I'm just hoping he makes it past the holidays. He doesn't seem to be in any pain, which is good, but it hurts to see him this way.

    Excellent though very sad chapter!


    1. Sorry for the surprise tear jerker, but we never know what life's going to toss our direction, and if I don't get a tissue warning, I can't pass one along!

  19. I have always said that the day we put down my beloved English mastiff, Barbara, was second only to my mother's death as the absolute worst day of my life. I'm grateful I got to be with her at the vet's as she went. I don't know if any dog was ever more loved.
    Beautiful chapter, here. I love that Bella was able to be there for Edward, and that he let her.

    1. Thank you for sharing that, Cap.

      Glad you noticed also that this was something that Edward had to allow, though she offered first and asked questions later!

  20. Oh my dear B, how real this chapter was on so many levels.
    First the best friends planning their dinner and giggling like only real friends can!
    I cannot wait for that dinner, btw.
    The "real"ity of what Isabella is curious yet, not too scared to admit to and what Dark Prince has planning. Yummy! & Oh My I cannot wait to see!
    Then reality of how true the love they have for each other. Her seeing him in distress coming out of the door, my heart sped up too! I love that her first inclination was that "I'm going!"
    I too, went home to the same cirucmstance. It is heartbreaking! And, soon I will have to again go through it, my first dog is almost 15 and not doing so good. But, like Edward I will remember the good times and stories to get through it.

    I love the "real"ity of why he didn't show her around, because she just fits :) loved that! And how Bella comforted him was even better!

    Loved it Born! Absolutely loved it! They are truly meant for each other in every way!

    1. Thank you so much for this beautiful review. I hope your dog's passing is as peaceful as both my Boomers' were.

  21. *sigh* hurts myheart.. we just had to do that with our beloved Dusty... your tellig made it seem as if you were there in the vets office with us... such a sad day!


    1. Aw Witchy, I'm sorry. I know you just lost your beautiful Dusty and I would've warned you off this one. They're at peace though.

  22. This chapter was really sad...having had put three of my own furry children to sleep due to old age and health complications. It never gets any easier to do the right thing for the ones that you love. This chapter was also sweet in that the family rallied around Boomer in his last moments taking very good care of him.

    1. This was entirely autobiographical, and though it's never easy, his passing was the most peaceful transition I've witnessed. We were outside on the grass gathered in the spot he chose himself under a beautiful pear tree.

  23. How tender and all too raw the feelings that arose reading this chapter...
    First, Bella's 3 desires are a step forward and beautifully yet cautiously scripted. Arousing yet lip biting. Understandably a piqued Edward responds by a frenzied pounding yet lovingly cocoons his Isabella in all his unrestrained love. Gorgeous B.
    How true to form, Real Life kicks in and shatters that fantasy world. So many similarities...after I was diagnosed with cancer,our Newfoundland, Ana was succumbing to oral melanoma. Life changes for Mr seems too simple a phrase to describe-the threat of losing a wife and faced with the inevitable-'man's best friends' demise is one's worse nightmare. 9 years of devotion, a good life, hell she traveled cross country with us and swam the East Coast and the West Coast oceans! We honored her life and said "till we meet again" together. Her ashes nurture the pastures she chased deer on. As our usual way to let go of joy or sadness and as ill as I was feeling, we clutched together, consuming each others pain. We made needy love, came and cried through the ecstasy, collapsing to fall asleep in each others arms. It's been 2.5 months since that day and I still hear her tags jingling. I know she's not far...she'll always be right there in our hearts and our memories.
    Love and Comfort to all that endure a pet's passing.
    Humongus Hugs to my dear one Born. This came from deep inside you.

    1. What a gorgeous review. You've shared some of that with me before, but how beautiful the way you and mister held each other up the way only you two can do. MWAH and thank you for telling your story here.

  24. well that was unexpected but very nicely done for a sad situation
    i'm glad that she was there for him
    him finding out how much she fits perfectly into his life
    being there for him, is awesome
    keep it coming!

    1. It usually is unexpected. You know that tone in your parent's just know.


  25. Oh the feels. Such a heartfelt chapter!! I can't even complain about the lack of lemons! ;)

    1. The feels...FTW! Meh, lemons are overrated.
      (just kidding)

  26. I absolutely loved this chapter! The fact he didn't even realize this was new for her shows that he is completely comfortable with her presence in his life. This is very hard to achieve in relationships ;)

  27. I can't say enough good things about your two stories which I start on Sunday. I will joyfully wait for more. Thank you so much.

  28. Loved this chapter, it showed Edward's soft side, and good for Bella going with him.

    Oh Angela naughty girl!

    xx j-r-e

  29. I truly appreciate the layers of validation that Edward has been experiencing and accepting in this short time that he and Bella have been together - this one was like a light bulb turning on - and lovely that he voiced it to her. And she immediately realized how traumatized he was feeling about his dog and offered her support. Although the subject matter (about Boomer) was so sad, you offered a way to deal with it by remembering the good times rather than focusing on the end of his time with the family and that made it all that more touching to read.

    Of course I'm looking forward to what scenes Edward will conjure up having read Bella's "three things" (cause he's definitely enthused and intrigued) as well as their next meeting with Marcus and Garrett's last chance :-)

  30. And just like that, another dimension has been added to their relationship. I think often times it's those unexpected moments that can really define a relationship. How we relate and deal with those moments ultimately affect the direction our relationship takes. Bella was happy to be there for Edward and his family. He felt her love and support. It was definitely a growing moment for them.

    1. Thank you so much for your comments on this chapter. I love that I can take them out of their normal fun and you see what's happening! MWAH!

  31. :( Just got to this chapter. I'm very teary reading the loss of Boomer/your Boomerang. Of course, you wrote it so eloquently. Though very sad, it was a sweet bonding moment for all of them.

    And now the question the Boomerang bathroom on your ground floor the one that was meant for the doggie after he would bathe in the slimy pond out back?? Is that where you washed him down?? Heehee.


    1. Yes, absolutely. That shower was built for him, and we spent many a good time locked in the stall together with the hand nozzle! ;)

  32. OH GOD, not with the dog how could you do that now I have to wash my face :oO

    1. We're all about character development, dude.
      And this is how my Boomer went.

  33. Inserting this piece of typical real life happenings into this story just adds to the love and humanness of it all. Thanks! The last sentence is my favorite.

    1. Yeah, we plan things out in the story in linear ways sometimes. How does their relationship progress, but real life tosses monkey wrenches in when we least expect it. People get hurt, sick, or even die.
      I thought it would be interesting to explore...