Title: Big Daddy

Author: Sdfreeze

Stephenie Meyer owns all Twilight Characters.

This story is SATIRE! It is an alternate Universe where Polygamy is legal and people can choose to live it or not. No religions are named or made fun of in this story. It is a compilation of stereotypes taken to the extreme. If it offends you, please don't read it!

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Chapter 2

Chapter: 2

Bella's beckoning

They went back to the house to make arrangements with Carlisle. Bella sat with a totally masked face through the entire meeting. She noticed how Edward kept touching his feet to hers or rubbing his thumb up and down her back, but her façade never faltered.

Her plan was right on track and she could tell she was driving him crazy already.

When they settled on a wedding date, one month away, Bella looked at Carlisle with wide eyes. "That soon, Uncle," her young voice pleaded.

Edward looked at her in shock. He thought a month was too much time, but Carlisle insisted it would take that long for the women to prepare for the event.

"Do you not want to marry me that soon?" he asked, and then quickly chastised himself for giving her too much control. He was in charge and it was up to him to say when they marry.

"Oh, it's not that Edward, I am very grateful you are willing to take me off my uncle's hands. I am such a burden to him," she said as she reached out for Carlisle's hand.

Edward was suddenly stricken with jealousy. He knew Bella was only related to Carlisle through marriage and he didn't want to think of his relative touching what was his.

"I want to take Bella to my house," Edward interjected. "I would like her to meet Rose and Alice and allow them to help in the planning."

Now it was Bella who was filled with jealousy. She didn't want to meet the other two until she had time to work her magic on Edward in the bedroom. She would be at a disadvantage if she had to keep her hands off him during a power struggle with two other women. She had to come up with some way to turn the situation to her benefit.

"Pack a bag, Bella," Carlisle insisted. "You can leave with Edward in the morning."

Bella smiled politely and went down the hall to pack her clothes. She pulled the itchy dress over her head and threw it on the bathroom floor knowing Jessica would pick it up. Jessica did anything Bella asked her to do. She remained dressed only in her slip, purposely, as she packed up her things.

She pretended not to hear Edward coming down the hallway and leaned over to fix an uneven shoe lace in a pair of sneakers she was packing, causing her cleavage to spill out in front of him as she looked up.

His eyes went straight to the intended destination and he leaned against the doorway for support as he gawked at her. She pulled her hands to her face making sure to leave his view unobstructed and cried out in embarrassment.

"Don't be ashamed Bella," he told her, "We will be married soon. It is okay if I see your body."

"It is?" she said surprised, as she rose from the floor.

Edward nodded and swallowed loudly as she slowly lifted the slip over her head standing only in her panties. He had to cross his arms to keep his hands from reaching out for her. He was barely holding onto his control, and made a mental note to stay away from haystacks when he went out for his needed release tonight.

She picked up a thin cotton nightgown and pulled it slowly over her body covering the heaven he was exposed to. "I'm sorry I'm so shy," she said as her face fell to look at her feet.

He almost laughed at her, but didn't want to do anything to make her rethink her actions. He loved that she thought she was shy and was so willing to please him. He planned on taking full advantage of her sincere innocence the first chance he got.

"We'll work on it," he said and smiled kindly at her. "May I kiss you goodnight, love?"

"Will you lay with me for a minute, I hate the dark," she said using the saddest voice she could muster.

He took a step into the room, closing the door, as she climbed onto the bed making sure she lingered for a moment on all fours as he walked toward her. His hands were clinched into fists and he wanted some of his liquid grain and berries to help calm his mind and body. Bella pulled the covers down and slid inside them letting her nightgown ride up and expose her long legs.

Edward sat on the bed and removed his shoes as Bella rolled the blanket in her two fists to keep from pulling him to her. She was frothing with desire for him and had to remind herself to go slow and let him feel like he was pushing her. This game was getting harder and harder for both of them.

He laid on the pillow next to her and she placed her leg over his body and pulled herself on top of him as she reached for the lamp switch. She was strategically sitting on him as she tugged the small chain sending them into darkness.

When she moved to slide off of him he placed his hands on her exposed thighs holding her still. She placed her hands on his chest and sighed as he gently rocked her body back and forth. Her act was quickly disappearing as her breathing picked up and her moans escaped unplanned.

"Edward, what's happening to me," she managed to breathe as her body moved against her will.

"Bella, this is wrong," he said but didn't let up on his own movements.

Her head fell forward , her hair cloaked them in a veil, and she looked into his wild eyes with her own.

"Do you want me to stop?" she asked, but her ability to use an innocent tone was far gone.

"Hell no," he yelled as he flipped her onto her back and took control of their movements.

She smiled into the darkness and again sang praises to the falling haystack. This man knew what he was doing and she no longer cared what he thought of her actions. She needed him, and he needed her, and that was all that mattered right now. She forced her hands back to the blankets so she wouldn't start removing his clothing and let the feeling he was producing continue to build.

Her body tensed in anticipation and then exploded into incredible spasms as every cell screamed out for him. She had thrown her hand over her mouth to stop the profanity that was reeling in her brain from spilling from her lips.

He collapsed on top of her panting and shaking as she tried to calm her own body. Reality slowly entered their thoughts and he felt horrified while she felt terrified. Both of them struggled with a way to salvage the situation in the other's eyes.

"Was that sex, Edward?" she asked still trying to quiet her breathing.

"Um…that was just a small example, it um…it is a way for me to prepare you for sex," he finally settled with.

"I think I'm going to like sex, at least I think I am going to like sex with you," she said to build his ego.

He wanted to jump from the bed screaming tribute to his amazing fortune. Many men didn't want polygamy. They found it too demanding and too restraining. They didn't want their women changing their bodies with baby after baby and working so hard to provide for stay at home mom's. Edward knew his strengths and dedication would be rewarded and here it was, right in his arms.

"I think I'm going to like teaching you about sex, Bella," he said as he kissed her tenderly.

She covered her laughter with a cough and looked back at him with large innocent eyes. "I hope I get to spend enough time with you to learn. I want you to teach me everything, even things you only dream about."

And there it was, the first nail in the coffin for the other two wives. He would spend the entire month dreaming of things he could do with her, things the other's didn't want to do or were unwilling to do. She had not even walked down the aisle yet and was already the favorite wife.

"Go to sleep, love," he said as he pulled her to his chest and kissed her head.

She closed her eyes and held onto him tightly, smiling as she thought back over her short life. She was the ninth daughter from the fourth wife and it wasn't a position of power. She learned early how to get noticed and it was an act she had perfected.

Her thick dark hair was alluring when it was loose, angelic when pulled into a braid or ponytail. Her dark eyes could widen to appear shocked or lower to become seductive. Even her white skin looked childlike but also taunted men wanting to touch its milky smoothness. She became proficient in moving back and forth between her two personas at will.

When old Mr. Burke wanted to take her on as a fifth wife shortly after her father's death everyone told her how lucky she would be to marry a man past his prime. She didn't feel lucky and swore never to bare a child from the awful man. She began teasing him with her cunning wiles but would never let him touch her. She was sure his trip to the haystack was all her fault, but she didn't mind if Edward was the result.

She didn't believe in heaven and hell and thought Shakespeare was right, all the world was a stage and she was merely a player. She also sensed something in Edward that led her to believe his ethics were slightly mobile, too. He seemed fun, and sexy, and romantic, all she would have to do is win him from the other two and bring his hidden nature to life.

Edward held her and began planning all the things she would add to his life. He wanted to buy her sexy clothes that fit tightly to her body, and take her dancing far from where they lived. He wouldn't allow her to wear the clothes around the house, that would be improper, but maybe on his business trips, when he was force to interact with the sinful world he would bring her along.

He wanted to let her taste champagne, so she could verify to him its evil consequences and strengthen his beliefs. She would be his partner, his companion, in deciphering his way through the evil world. The bedroom would be where he would find out what felt sinful to the flesh and what was allowed in the confines of marriage. He would try things forbidden just to know for himself what it was like and be able to speak to his boys from gained knowledge. Yes, it would make him a much better father and the idea pleased him.

Rose was his first wife, but they married because they were the two best looking people in their small community…and the fact they were not related. After their marriage they moved to a larger polygamist town and it was there he met Alice. She was everything Rose was not. She was bubbly and happy all the time, which was quite a feat coming from such an abusive home. Her energy was a little too much for Edward sometimes and he would retreat to the calm silent world of Rose. Bella would be the perfect blend of the two.

He hoped Bella was good with children. Rose had two large strapping boys with dark hair and deep dimples. Alice had a girl with blond ringlets and big blue eyes. None of the children looked like Edward, and that thought never seemed to cross his mind.

Bella's body finally relaxed in his arms and her breathing was slow and steady. He knew it was time to leave her bed, her room, her company, but he couldn't force himself to do it. What kind of man would he be to leave her alone in the dark that she feared so much? She was his responsibility now, morally if not yet legally. He would stay to get her through the night, possibly earning more touches as a reward.

He gently rolled her onto her side and put his arm around her waist pulling her against his chest . His hand wandered to the warmth between her curled knees and he left his hand there as he dreamed of her.