Author's Chapter Notes:

A/N okay so this is my first try at the D/S lifestyle and since I don't live it, if you have any suggestions please feel free to let me know. Please visit my blog, it's at the bottom of the chapter to see Bella's collar. Just a hint…I slipped in a line to see if anyone picked up on it, but I can tell if you go check out her collar on my blog you might figure it out. There was also a line in the last chapter that hinted to what changed in this timeline. Did anyone catch it? Sorry, I know I am being cryptic, I cannot help myself!

My beta dazzleglo does her best to catch all the mistakes, but things can slip by the best of us.

A good music choice for this story would be 'For your Entertainment' by Adam Lambert. (Which I own no rights to, but it fits this story!) If you watch the video it makes sense why i say that.

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

Disclaimer: You know I don't own twilight because the initials on my towels are not S.M.

Be My Sub

Chapter 2

Edward's POV

When Jasper and I arrived home, a full out war ensued. Rose and I actually had to be separated by Carlisle. The family was pretty well split about my lifestyle. Alice, Jasper and Carlisle sided with me stating that I was entitled to make my own choices. Esme, Rose and Emmett - he just sided with his wife so she would not retaliate against him by withholding sex - that I should not do what would make me happy. I felt guilty that I had divided Esme and Carlisle on this issue; I don't ever recall it happening before, but I wanted a life like everyone else in this house.

The war that divided the family was the compliments of Tanya from Denali. I guess it was a mistake to tell her about the interviews. I was under the misconception that since she trained me to be a Dom, she could be trusted not to run her mouth about it. I was so wrong.

Esme was more disappointed in my choice than she was mad at me. She just did not understand the reason I had never found anyone to love, it was because it needed to be on my terms. I knew long ago when I was going with Tanya to visit her many subs, Esme thought we were starting a relationship. That could never happen. However, when I tried to explain the lifestyle and it would be mutual, she tried to hide it, but I caught her brief memory of Charles beating her, leaving her lying on the floor bloodied and battered. At that point, she just shut down and Carlisle had moved to her side to hold her up while she was grasped onto his shirt like it was a life preserver. Carlisle then told me we would talk more about this later because he needed to tend to Esme.

Tanya figured out my situation first when I refused to bend to her will and sleep with her, she knew I could never be her sub. So she trained me on how the lifestyle worked.

The worst part of my training was watching her scenes with her subs. Some of her men knew I was watching, and some did not. Where I was more interested in the logistics of it all, she was fucking her subs while envisioning it was me. Just thinking about touching her made me want to projectile vomit.

After my disagreement with my family, I disappeared into my room to prepare my email to Isabella. As I stared out the window, I realized there were many things on her application that were not adding up.

I re-examined her application. There were so many things that did not standout until now. For starters her current address was - if I had thought about it at the time - in the bay, not near it - in it.

After a closer examination, her cell phone number had the Forks area code. I knew this since we currently lived in Forks.

Another oddity was her medical records were from the clinic in La Push. Why would she see a doctor on the Quileute's reservation?

Isabella was becoming a puzzle that I needed to solve.

I breathed out heavily and decided I would try to get my answers slowly, so not to scare her off. With that in mind, I turned on my laptop and while it powered up, I reclined on my cream colored chaise lounge. Closing my eyes, I relived every moment of our short time together with a grin plastered across my face. Who wouldn't be grinning, I had my very first orgasm today.

Without thinking, I just started typing my email to her.

To: Isabella Swan

From: Edward Cullen

Re: Instructions

June 30, 2009 8:46 PM

Good Evening Isabella,

As promised, enclosed you will find all the instructions you will need to follow in order to remain as my submissive. Be assured any violation will result in a swift and just punishment.

Failure to be properly groomed - spanking: 9 strokes

Failure to keep the apartment cleaned - spanking: 5 strokes

Failure to be at a designated location of my choosing - spanking: 8 strokes

Failure to have your phone on you when out - spanking: 5 strokes

Failure to obey my commands - spanking: 10 strokes

Failure to tell me the truth regarding any subject - spanking: 10 strokes

Failure to use safe words when warranted - spanking: 5 strokes

Cumming without permission - a week without orgasms.

Speaking or any sounds after being instructed not to - spanking: 6 strokes

Masturbation without permission - spanking: 10 strokes

Support: $10,000.00 a month will be transferred into your bank account. This should be enough to cover all your needs and expenses. Do not misunderstand, this is not a payment for servicing me, this will just make it easier than me paying for each of your expenses on a daily basis. It will allow you to buy any and all things on this list. It is my job to take care of all your needs and that includes your financial well-being.

Proper grooming: At a salon of your choosing, paid for by me.

Monthly waxing: Your bikini area must be a Brazilian.

Legs must be completely bare.

Underarms completely bare.

Eyebrows to your liking.

Daily showers with hair neatly styled.

Small amounts of makeup daily, more if we are going out to an event.

Weekly manicure - no color preference.

Bi-weekly pedicure - no color preference.

You will also provide my grooming when I am at the apartment.

You are required to sleep a full eight hours either during the day or night depending on the times of my visits.

Medical Condition: If you do not have a regular doctor, I will provide one.

Any newly arisen medical conditions must be disclosed immediately.

All current conditions must be disclosed before the signing of the contract. Failure to do so will result in your immediate dismissal.

Birth control is not required unless you have a medical need for it. Since I cannot produce children, you may use it to prevent your periods from occurring, that is your choice.

I am to receive an email when your period arrives.

Playroom:

The room must be cleaned and restocked weekly if unused.

Cleaned and restocked after every use.

Orgasms:

All your organisms belong to me. No pleasuring yourself or others. I own them all and will gift them to you as I see fit.

Food:

Your food will be your responsibly, the buying and preparation should suit your taste. I will not be joining you for any meals, but they will be paid for by me.

Clothes:

All your clothing will be paid for by me, but you will do the choosing. There is no limit on the amount of clothes you feel the need to own.

All lingerie will be selected by you; I reserve the right to destroy any I choose.

Dresses and skirts would be appreciated.

Contact:

You may use your Blackberry as much as you would like, but I do require a daily email of your schedule for the day, even if you are staying at home.

Phone calls to me are permitted and expected.

Trust:

Trust is something earned and we will slowly develop a relationship of trusting each other over time. I by no means expect you to trust me overnight. I will show you that you can trust me with your life. It is a privilege and honor for you to give me your trust; I will never intentionally hurt you!

I do ask for you to respect my privacy and not divulge my personal information to anyone, including friends and family.

Ending Our Agreement:

If a day comes when our agreement no longer works, it is a simple matter of returning your collar and saying the word, "Disambiguation."

Most of this was explained in the formal contract you signed with J. today, but I felt the need to re-enforce a few of the finer points. So with that being said, are you ready to receive my collar?

Sincerely,

Edward

I knew it sounded a bit harsh and I desperately hoped she would accept. After I pushed the send key, I waited for her response. She must have been waiting by the matching laptop I had set up on the desk in her living room because I received an immediate response.

To: Edward Cullen

From: Isabella Swan

Re: Re: Instructions

June 30, 2009 8:59 PM

Good Evening Sir,

Your instructions are loud and clear. As when I signed the contract today, I agree to the terms, I hope to never disappoint you. Trust is earned and so far you have done nothing that would make me distrust you. I eagerly await our next meeting and your collar around my neck.

Anxiously waiting,

Isabella

The thought of waiting another day to see my collar around her exquisite neck was more than I was willing to bear. I grabbed my overnight bag - that I had filled in preparation - added my laptop and her collar to it before leaping out the sliding glass door in my room.

I really did not want another showdown with my family. Alice met me at my Volvo before I could get away.

"Edward, would it be alright if I contacted Isabella about a shopping trip?"

I breathed out a little easier, "Sure Alice, but not until I tell her to expect your call. Okay?" I flashed a smile before ducking into my car thinking, 'As if I could stop her.'

"Yeah, I'll call her tomorrow once you get home," she patted my arm through the open window before spinning around and heading back into the house.

On the ride back to Seattle, I took a moment to rectify my little problem with Tanya. She answered on the third ring, "Hello Edward," she purred.

"Tanya, what were you thinking telling Esme about our lifestyle?" I growled out.

"Honestly Edward, after a century I thought you might have already mentioned it," she sounded a bit taken back.

"No, I hadn't and I wanted to keep it that way, but now - thanks to you, they all know!"

"Are you ashamed of our lifestyle? Is that why you didn't want them to know?"

"Of course not!"

"Then what is the big deal if they know?"

"Because they do not understand it. How could they? Esme was having flashbacks to her human life of being beaten by her husband and was practically catatonic as Carlisle carried her off to their bedroom."

"I'm sincerely sorry about Esme, but give them time Edward, you will see, they will come around."

"Maybe and maybe not. Do not expect me to be calling you in the near future. This betrayal cut too deep to ever be forgiven," I hung up without as much as a goodbye.

Thankfully, the rest of the ride was uneventful and I arrived at the apartment in record time. I am not sure why I call it an apartment since it is basically a mini house. The tiny country blue cottage I found is located on the outskirts of Seattle on a cul-de-sac, with the nearest neighbors being a 100 yards from it in all directions. It has two bedrooms, a kitchen, and a living room; since only my submissive would be living there I converted the second bedroom into a playroom with every possible BDSM toy I could find.

Carefully, I hid my car a small distance down the road. Instead of going in, I went to the back and climbed into the only tree in the small yard. I wanted to see what Isabella was doing when she thought she was alone. She was on the phone.

"Yeah Leah, it's really great here. The cottage is so cute, I'm already settled in," she giggled as she was lying on the couch with her legs dangling over the arm.

"No - I can't describe him. Even if I had seen him, he doesn't like people to know anything about him." A new fire flashed in my throat as the oscillating fan pivoted and blew her delicious scent out the window wafting it straight my way.

"Look, I am going to get ready for bed, I just wanted to thank you for telling me about the opening," I suppressed a groan when I found myself hardening again.

What was it about this young woman? To go from never having an erection to having two in one day, that must be a record somewhere in the world. Ignoring the need in my pants, I watched on as Isabella readied herself for bed.

She was meticulous in her personal grooming. Even from this distance, her face was shiny and clean, teeth were gleaming white from vigilant brushing. A moan escaped me when she stripped down bare and I saw she had recently waxed her bikini area. Her alabaster skin was still pink from the act. If she did it herself, then maybe one day she would let me perform it on her. The thought of mixing her pain and pleasure was more than my erection could stand, mercifully, she dressed quickly.

When she shut off the lights and shut the bedroom door, I slipped in through the open window. Instantly, my throat burned like I had swallowed a mouthful of molten lava. I choked back the venom that had invaded my mouth and set myself to work.

Silently, I entered the playroom without the lights. Everything needed to be perfect for the collaring of my first sub, for my Isabella.

Once everything was ready, I slipped into her room and from the sounds of her breathing; I knew she was not asleep yet. Her bounty that pulsed through her veins was calling me to her. The fluttering of her heartbeat increased as I breathed across her neck, "It's time Isabella, come with me to the playroom."

'Oh my God! He's here! Stay calm, remember your training. Move Bella!'

She quickly scrambled out of her bed and positioned herself properly. Still she had yet to look at me, but it seemed it did not matter to her what I looked like. I slipped my hand into hers and led her - with head down - across the hall to where everything was ready for us.

'I like the way the candles make the room glow.'

Without a word, she dropped down onto her knees when I stopped at the pillow I had placed there for her comfort. She was trained very well; she even placed her intertwined hands on the back of her neck. Displaying her body seemed to come naturally for her, which was a good sign.

With my eyes closed, I inhaled sharply; the scent of her arousal was already saturating the air. Even with the scorching pain in my throat, I could not wait to get closer to her.

"Isabella, are you ready to begin our arrangement? Are you ready to accept my collar?"

"Yes Sir," I almost laughed in delight. She had remembered I had told her to answer me verbally until I told her otherwise.

"Do you trust me enough to know I will tend to your every need as I see fit?"

"Yes Sir."

"You are familiar with the color system? Green for go, yellow for slow down and red for stop?" 'I think that was the first thing I learned.'

"Of course Sir," she breathed out.

"Isabella, do you freely accept my rule over you and your body?"

"Yes Sir." 'God yes!'

"I would like you to look me in the eyes when I place my collar on your neck," I gently demanded.

Gracefully she tilted her head back, her eyes slowly fluttered open and she gasped sharply. 'Oh, he's beautiful, he's not as old as I expected. He barely looks older than me. His eyes are so black; I have never seen eyes do dark; or such sharply chiseled features. I love the copper highlights of his hair, they shimmer in this light.'

"Are you disappointed?" It never dawned on me that she had no idea how old I would look. I was suddenly nervous. Maybe she wanted an older man?

"No Sir, not at all," 'How could anyone be disappointed with him? He looks like a Greek God. I just don't understand if he could have anyone, why did he pick me?'

I smiled at her and lifted my collar for her to see. "You will wear this collar until our agreement ends," it was a demand not a statement.

'I have never seen a collar so pretty. I expected it to be leather, not linked metal. Are those diamonds on his initials? No, they must be crystals. Otherwise that collar would have cost a fortune.'

Truth be told, they are diamonds inlayed in my initials and it did cost a fortune. I would never put a hunk of junk on my submissive's neck.

"With pride Sir," the conviction in her voice told me she meant it.

Carefully, I laid the crested collar across her chest before reaching around latching it shut and sealing it with a kiss. With one last pride filled stroke of the collar I stepped back to appreciate the view. The only thing that would improve the view would be the removal of the black silk camisole set she was wearing.

"Get up Isabella, stand with your hands raised," she slightly shivered when my chilled fingers glided along her throat and across her shoulder.

Knowing she will be coming into the playroom naked after tonight, I wanted to enjoy myself a little, so I began the task of slipping her out of the slippery fabric. I released a hiss as my fingers grazed across her heated abdomen and with one gentle motion; I lifted the top away from her flesh. In all their glory, her perky breasts greeted me.

For just this evening, I kneeled before her and hooked my fingers in the waistband of her boy shorts, and started the task of removing them. With one glance up, I saw Isabella had her lower lip set firmly between her teeth and her eyes were clamped shut.

Being this close to the two most seductive scents in my world was pleasurably torturous. Each inch I lowered them the flowerily, musky fragrance became more potent. I paused for a fraction of a second to breathe in as deeply as I could. As expected, the venom flowed even quicker into my mouth.

She stayed still until the fabric passed her slender ankles, with two small steps; she was free of the shorts and looking rather breathtaking. Again, the venom invaded my mouth only to be forced back down my throat.

"Lay on the table in the middle of the room on your back," seeing her scramble dutifully onto the table started my erection throbbing again.

Once she was in position, I began tying her ankles to the corners with silk ropes. "Tonight is all about feeling and learning to trust each other. For tonight only, I want you to be vocal. I want to hear how you feel when I touch you." This was for my benefit; I needed to know I was not hurting her in a non-pleasurable way.

'Vocal - I can do that. Please God, let him be gentle,' she thought.

She did not flinch when I started tying her hands as I had her feet, "What color are you Isabella?"

"Green Master," she panted as her breathing became labored with excitement.

I licked my lips as I breathed in her bouquet. "I am going to cover your eyes for this experience. I want you to only think about my touches." 'Touches are good.'

I pulled the black silk blindfold I had in my pocket out. With one last glance into her deep brown pools, I slid it over her head and onto her eyes I had been staring into. 'So dark…does he like the dark?'

Quickly, I moved so I was positioned between her feet. She giggled, surprised when I lightly touched the arch of her right foot. 'Too light.'

With a little more pressure I started moving up her legs, just listening to her as I changed it, 'Oh…yes…oh…just right,' when it was perfect, I maintained the correct pressure and continued up to her thighs.

Once I reached the apex of her toned legs, I moved my hands to the outside of her hips. She yelped in surprise when I pulled her - as far as the ropes around her wrist would allow - down the table to me. This new position gave me a hint of the view I desired, but I wanted to see her open to me completely. I slid my hands back up her legs to her knees and nudged them further apart. A perfect view was only achieved when her knees were spread apart as far as humanly possible.

I gazed at her perfectly pink core with awe. I had seen this area on only two women before now, and hers was without a doubt, the most beautiful I had ever seen. Her perfect pussy beat Tanya and Kate's hands down.

I never expected to see Kate's, but Tanya had arranged a threesome without my knowledge, so when I arrived to observe the evening's scene, I was shocked and disgusted.

"You're perfect," I mumbled softly.

'Perfect? Really?'

I shuddered when I ran my hands down her thighs with my thumbs on the inner side and up to her taught groin muscles. The heat emanating from her center was threatening to sear the flesh off my thumbs. I welcomed the pain wholeheartedly. As if in retaliation from lack of attention, my cock twitched against my jeans - it apparently - had an input regarding the whole experience too.

'God, I wish he would touch me,' she mentally moaned.

"Isabella, I am still waiting for you to tell me what you are feeling," I reminded her.

"Master, it feels so good, your cold, hard hands," she paused to lick her lips - it reminded me of when her mouth was on me earlier - "I want them everywhere," she panted.

I leaned down so my face was an inch from her ankle and tentatively, took a small lick of the sensitive area. My tongue tingled as her taste exploded inside my mouth. I groaned as I reveled in the most delicious flavor of her skin.

"Oh…felt so good," Isabella moaned.

I moved up and did the same to the area behind her kneecap. This time, there was a slight hint of sweat as she was forcing herself to remain perfectly still. The hint of salt did nothing to dissuade the tingly sensation or the delectable flavor.

With one long lick I made a trail from her knee to her now moist intimate area, stopping just short of it. Her abdominal and pelvis muscles tensed as she fought the urge to thrust towards me.

Inquisitively, I stroked her wet folds waiting for her reaction. Her breathing had started coming out in pants, her groin muscles quivered, she snaked her tongue out to moisten her lips, but best of all, she pivoted her wrists so her hands were now gripping onto the ropes as if they would save her. There was no saving her from me; she would learn that soon enough.

"Please Master?" she begged and arched her back ever so slightly.

My answer to her was the separating her folds of flesh to expose her clitoris and entrance. It was fascinating watching her trying not to squirm as I rubbed her clit slowly. More of her moisture slid out lubricating her for me.

"Oh…just right…need more…so much more," her moans echoed in my ears as I slipped in just one finger.

I sighed as her walls squeezed around my finger. God, she was so tight and flaming hot!

'Please…don't stop…ice cold…so good,' her thoughts begged.

"Isabella, tonight I want you to cum when you feel you cannot hold it any longer. This is an endurance test; I want to know how long you can hold back."

"As you wish Master," she breathed out.

I did stop long enough to move my head into position. I knew from earlier, one taste would never be enough. My tongue, like my cock, was begging to be buried inside her. There would be no more waiting to take what was mine.

After only pausing long enough to hear the precious lifeblood pulsing in her femoral artery, I pushed the thoughts of draining her to the back of my mind. If I drained her, it would be over and I would lose the only thing I had ever wanted. I was not about to allow that to happen.

With one lick from her entrance to her nub, she gave up fighting the pleasure. "OH MY GOD!" she gasped, tugging desperately on the ropes that bound her and arched her back off the table.

I would have gloated about how much she was enjoying it, but I was too busy savoring the fruits of my labor. As before, my tongue tingled and begged for more, which she graciously provided. With each swirl of my tongue around her clit, her thoughts became more fuzzy and incoherent. Mine were no better; I wanted to feel her dive off the cliff she was hanging onto.

The moment I thrust my tongue into her, she quivered around it, clamped down and tried to pull me in further.

"MASTER!" she screamed as she thrashed.

Suddenly, the flow of her delicious fluids reached my tongue and I grabbed on tightly to her hips, there was no way I would not get every last drop. Hungrily, I lapped up every last bit of her as she continued to convulse under me. When she slumped back, I released my grip on her.

'That was singularly, the best thing I have ever felt in my life.'

With one last kiss to her inner thigh - that had tortured me with the sound of her lifeblood pumping furiously through it - I backed away licking my lips. I groaned when I palmed my clothed erection. Seeing her sprawled out for me - like a feast - was testing my ability to wait until the time was right.

'Where did he go? Doesn't he want to be pleased? Maybe he didn't like the way I tasted,' she started to doubt herself from my lack of acknowledgement.

Her unseeing face snapped in my direction when I started to untie her right hand. I held her arm to me while I undid my jeans. As soon as I was freed, I moved so my erection was in her hand.

'Oh - he wants me to stroke him. It's so hard and yet still soft. Also cold, just like his hands and his tongue.'

I gasped at the temperature, but it quickly turned to a moan when she wrapped her fingers around me. Stroking lightly at first then with a firmer grip she picked up the pace. I moved my hand so it covered her hand and showed her how I liked it.

"Ummm…ah," I absentmindedly moaned, throwing my head back with my eyes tightly shut.

Together we stoked my cock, with me occasionally, lightly thrusting into our joined grip. I had never done it to myself so this was an experience I welcomed.

'Wow, he's so long, I wonder what it looks like?'

I barely managed grunting and groaning for the next few minutes, so speaking was entirely out of the question. Soon, it was all I could do to not thrust into her palm and crush it.

'Please, think I am doing a good job. It is hard to tell with him. I wish I knew what he wanted. I hope the fact that he is throbbing is a good sign.'

"Uh-hunh…just like that…tighter…ohhh, I - I'm cumming," with each thrust I made I was closing in on the summit and ready to glide off the peak.

"Isa - bel - la!" I bellowed out. Two small thrusts later, you could hear my ejaculation splattering onto the floor.

I sighed heavily and looked down at our still joined hands. We were both sticky, but I didn't care, it felt sooo good.

'Maybe I should have asked for him to release into my mouth, it would have been cleaner and he tastes so good.' She failed to mention it would have felt spectacular for me.

Quickly, I released her hand and left just long enough to retrieve a towel, washcloth and a bowl of warm water. She never moved as I washed her gently and towel dried her. Once she was fully unmasked and untied, I grabbed a bottle of lotion and started rubbing it onto her wrists and ankles. She relaxed as I massaged her.

She cleared her throat when I pulled up my pants. "Master, I have not cleaned you yet," she mumbled hesitantly.

I felt like giving myself one of those head smacks Rose always gives Emmett, "I was hoping you would call me on that, you're a very good girl, Isabella."

When she reached into the bowl of water for the cloth, I let go of my jeans and allowed them to slip down pass my hips. There was no mistaking the fact that I was hungry for her touch again. On her knees, she looked quite pleased as she started to wipes away any residue on me. The way she washed me was about to send my mind into overdrive again. Each swipe of the terrycloth had me fighting not to enjoy it. In hindsight, maybe having her cleaning me wasn't such a good idea.

"Once you have cleaned the playroom you can go to bed, I'll see you tomorrow. Each day I want to spend a few minutes talking. I want us to get to know each other a little better. But, should you get a phone call from a cheerful young woman named Alice, I would really enjoy it if you would go shopping with her to buy some lingerie and things," I managed to choke out as she dried me.

"Master, you're not going to fuck me tonight?" 'Again with the confusion! Does he or doesn't he want me?'

"Not tonight. Starting tomorrow - when I tell you to meet me in the playroom, you will be in position, and you will be silent and ready for me. Don't worry Isabella; I have every intention of taking you very soon." I exhaled across her neck before I turned and walked out the door.

A/N Wow, sorry Guys! I just kept adding and adding. I am just too pumped about writing this story! So, any thoughts about Bella's past?

Another A/N so I have started an original story for the website's contest. It is in the romance category and I would love it if you would check it out! The voting starts in September, but I have enough chapters to carry me up until then. Below is the summary.

Whether You Love Him Or Not

For Alexia Cross and Justin McNear things are not what they seem for the green-eyed girl and blue-eyed boy. They come from a unique set of communities. A place where you would think time has stood still and the finding of your soul mate needs to be fulfilled by your parents before your eighteenth birthday. So, what happens when they run out of time to find the perfect match? These two are about to find out! Follow them and their friends through the trials and tribulations of finding, falling and surviving each other's love. It is never easy saying, "I do," to someone you do not know.

For more on what I am writing or if you just have an idea you can find me at: http:/nails233(.)blogspot(.)com don't forget to delete the parentheses.

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