So the 1st thing I want to say is that I almost always see Bella/Alice fics, with Alice being the more submissive character because she is considered small fragile and like a little pixie fairy. A few months ago I read a fic with Alice being dominant and it was completely brilliant! Alice can be a great dominant character, and I would like to try my hand at a BDSM fic featuring a dominant Alice and a submissive Bella, so here goes nothing.

BTW I am searching for a beta and/or pre-reader for this fic, please notify me if possible if you are interested, or if you know of someone who might be.

And lastly, I do not own twilight or any of its characters. I do not pretend to know anything about BDSM and I am not part of the lifestyle. Anything I write here is from second-hand information, or from the twilight novel, or from my brain, so if I get something wrong or if you have an opinion, you may write a review. Reviews do help me improve and I would love to incorporate your ideas and opinions into my writing.

-BPOV-

So I had just arrived in Seattle a week ago and I had been staying in a hotel. It was going to start getting expensive, so I decided this fine Saturday morning would be a good time to go and look for a more permanent option. I went over to my coffee table and grabbed the small pile of listings I had printed out. I pulled on my bulky coat, it was mid-October and I still had yet to get used to the weather up here, even though it had only been a bit more than a summer since I was in forks. I went downstairs and outside to my new dodge that I bought used about a month ago, it was only a few years old. I drove over to the closest listing, even though it was a bit far from the college I thought it would be smarter to work my way outwards.

How could it be that out of all the places I picked out, none of them could catch my eye. Some of them I guess could suffice, but I guess I was just looking for something perfect. Maybe I was setting my hopes too high. Maybe I should just pick one of them, it's not like I'm living there forever. I only have to live there for four years then I am free to go find the perfect home. But it would still be four years of my life, why we're decisions always so hard for me! Well, I knew why, I was always better off having someone make them for me, having someone to tell me what to do. To have someone to set me straight, that is what I craved, it's what I am comfortable with.

As I was driving home I saw al paper flicking on the door of one of the apartments to my left, with "Room for Rent" in red sharpie written on it. I turned into the parking lot of the complex and parked. I put my hood on and stepped out into the cold windy rain, running over to get cover, hoping I don't slip in the mud. I make it over without getting too wet, and go over to the door with the paper. I take a deep breath and knock on the door. I was nervous, what if it was some huge guy that wants to kill me. Or what if it was some annoying chick that I have to listen to for hours.

I'm surprised to find a small girl, a little shorter than I , but noticeably skinnier, and the was gorgeous, her short cropped jet black hair flying around in the wind, little wisps being blown into her eyes, as she stared at me, probably wondering why the fuck I'm just standing here. I blink trying to get out of my daze. "I'm sorry, I'm here about the room," I mumble, pointing at the door, trying to acknowledge the paper. She smiles in a knowing manner, "Of course, come on in." I walk in after her, and I shut the door behind me, I take in the decor, everything had a theme of red, black, and a creme white. It was all quite pristine, and clean, but it had a romantic, dark, victorian air to it. The small woman introduces herself as Alice Cullen, and I introduce myself as Bella Swan. She brings me a glass of water, and I blush, not used to being served. I smile and thank her. She walks me over to the room that could be mine. It has creme white walls and a bed with red and creme white dressings. She shows me the closet that could easily store 3 times the amount of clothes I have. She then shows me the shared bathroom that is nice and is sufficient for me. Alice walks me to the kitchen which, although small, would work well and is updated. She smiles at me when she is done with the tour. I smile back, I could see myself here, living with her, she is kind, but she doesn't seem to be nosey or too "in my face." she tells me the rent and that the first and last month are already paid, and I am set to move in next week.

-APOV-

This girl, her habits, like how she fidgets when she's nervous, and how she always moves her hair out of her face when I look directly at her, she was my age, maybe a few years younger, like she could be finishing her last year of college. She is beautiful, with long chestnut hair falling in soft large waves around her face, she is pale, and has a whisper tone to her voice, almost as if she has yelled so much that it has been deteriorated. I will have fun with her, I'm sure of it.