This story will most likely alternate povs between Edward and Bella. This is my first story like this so please be gentle. There will most likely be lots of smut.

Warning: this story may contain sensitive subjects such as bdsm and infidelity. I am not a dom or a sub just fascinated. Please practice any real bdsm with caution and I would suggest consulting an actual dom or sub first.

SM owns the names and common characteristics I just like to play.

BPOV

Opening the door to my house I squinted out into the bright sunny day. Taking a deep breath I took my first step down the stoop onto the dusty pathway. My yard was perfectly manicured, the way my husband preferred it.

Lush green grass covered most of the grown, growing between the cracks of the chalky red bricks. Bushes lined the perimeter, perfectly trimmed into neat little blocks. We had the model yard complete with the white picket fence.

My husband's standards weren't to keep up with the Jones, we were the Jones. Literally. And we definitely set the standards for all of our neighbors.

Riley was always getting the newest car, being a car salesman oftentimes he just brought them home from the lot. He drove the fastest, the ones with the loudest stereo, and the sleekest.

Working out five nights a week gave him the body men craved; bulging biceps, washboard abs, and an ass you could bounce a quarter off of. Add to that the fact that he was charming, always offering to help the neighbors, and he was every girls wet dream.

As for me, I had the feeling I was every guys fantasy as well. Not because I was cocky, but oftentimes I could feel their stares on me, like I could right now as I exited my house.

When I looked in the mirror nothing I saw stood out to me as being stunning. I wasn't a platinum blonde with a huge rack. I had wavy mahogany hair that liked to frizz up in humidity, and I was a large b-cup at best.

Riley liked me to be in shape, so like him, I too tended to work out at least three times a week. I did not have washboard abs, only a tiny bit of definition. You couldn't bounce a quarter off my ass, but it was nicely shaped giving me what the women in my neighborhood called the JLo booty.

I was a stay at home wife, who spent most of her time cleaning or doing little projects to try to preoccupy myself. It was boring to me, but I assumed most men, Riley included, loved that I had a hot dinner on the table as soon as he got home.

We were very much like the Cleavers. Despite the era of my generation I could see it was something the families around us seemed to crave. I wasn't sure why, maybe it was just the simplicity of it all.

What they didn't know was that we rarely had sex. Twice a month was the norm, and even then I didn't ever orgasm. Riley was too caught up in work and working out to notice me. I couldn't really understand it, especially since when I had started working out I had only become more and more aroused. Maybe it was because I didn't have a job to exhaust me.

I hated staying at home, but Riley didn't want me to work. Many people would think that he was too controlling of me but this was what I had signed up for. He had wanted someone good looking on his arm for work and someone who could maintain his home. In return I had my freedom and quite a bit of money to do whatever the hell I wanted with.

It had sounded good in theory and I had quickly agreed. I had never planned on marrying, but I soon came to realize that being lonely was even worse. At least this provided me some companionship and financial stability.

But I couldn't help feeling there was more I was missing. Which was why I was currently walking two miles to the nearest coffee shop. Sure I could have driven, with Riley's job I always had any nice, new, fancy car at my disposal, but with my heart racing I was hoping the exercise would help calm my breathing.

By the time I reached the coffee shop I only felt more jittery. My palms were sweating, and I brushed them against my jeans in an attempt to dry them. Glancing around the tables I felt my heart plummet when I didn't see what I was looking for.

Looking at my watch I realized I was early, and headed into the restroom to freshen up. Locking myself in the large oversized singular room I ran cold water over my hands. After a few minutes I felt a chill run down my spine, my breathing beginning to return to normal.

Drying my hands quickly I patted my hair down before pressing my cool hands against my cheeks. They felt scorching against my ice cold fingers. Closing my eyes I moved them against the back of my neck which caused me to take a deep breath.

Finally feeling like myself I exited the tiled room, surprised to see that the bustling coffee shop had calmed down. Glancing to my left my eyes widened as I took in the bright pink daisy resting against table. My heart once again started racing wildly.

"Bella?" The occupants voice called out to me, making my mouth run dry. Like an idiot I only nodded once in acknowledgement but made no move towards the tables inhabitant.

"Please, sit down." The beautiful man gestured to me, standing up to reach out towards me.

Thankfully my legs carried me over to the empty chair beside him, but I could still only manage to nod at his words.

"I'm Edward." He smiled at me one side of his mouth lazily only lifting halfway, making my stomach clench. His hair was a tousled mess like someone had been tugging on it recently. His eyes seemed to sparkle a light green that for some odd reason reminded me of an apple jolly rancher. I blushed when I realized I wanted to lick his eyeball.

Looking down at the table I bit my bottom lip nervously. Edward seemed intrigued by our interaction, cocking his head to one side to asses me better. Still staring at the table I could make his profile out in my periphery, nearly groaning when I realized he was wearing a suit.

"So I understand you got my name from Alice and Jasper?" Edward finally asked breaking the silence.

I nodded my head once, still not willing to look up at him.

"Would you like me to get you something to drink? Coffee? Tea? Water?" He probed me for a response, but I only shook my head, and I could almost hear him frown.

"It is okay if you talk too, you know?" Edward asked me making me look up at him and smile.

"I know." My voice sounded timid and small to my own ears and I cringed wondering how Edward must hear it.

"As long as you know." He smiled back at me, and when I didn't say anything he continued, "So I understand you have no formal training, but you do have some experience with Alice and Jasper?"

I felt my face heat, but refused to look away from him this time.

"Everyone experiments in college right?" I replied, shrugging my shoulders.

"What we will be doing is a little more than experimenting." He gave me a pointed look, the smirk no longer on his face.

"I hope so." I responded boldly, despite my fluttering heart.

"Alright well there are some things I would like to say. What you do on your time is your business, as it is my business. We both have lives outside of this; you may have a husband, boyfriend, children, dogs. It is not my business, nor will I ever ask about your personal life and I hope you will respect me enough to do the same. However, when we are together, you will be mine and I should be your main concern at all times. Will that be a problem?"

"No, sir." I told him confidently, because that was exactly what I wanted.

"Perfect, then I would like to setup a test period with you."

No smut just yet, be patient it is coming next chapter. I make no promises when I can update because I do have a lot of things going on, especially with it being the holidays, but I will try my best to stick to a weekly schedule. Reviews are love.