A/N: RL has been a bitch, but next chapter won't take as long, I promise! Thanks so much to larin20 for being my groovy pre-reader and idea-giver. This first lesson came from her glorious brain. Love ya sweet cheeks!

Disclaimer: Yeah right. Like I make money off of this.

I wasn't as concerned about what I wore to the demonstration this time. Alice was always on my case, no matter where I went, about the right outfit and the right makeup and blah blah blah, but tonight no one's eyes would be on me, she wouldn't be there, and I wasn't out to impress. I slipped into my faded jeans and a black tank top, as Emmett wore something plaid.

"Ready baby?" I asked with a grin, the butterflies in my stomach now more from excitement than nervousness.

He pushed up his thick black rimmed glasses and grinned at me. "Yup!"

* CTR *

Rouge was a lot quieter tonight than it was on the other night, mostly because this was a night for classes, not an essential free-for-all. There was only two other couples, both looking decidedly anxious, gripping each other's hands tightly. Angela and Ben, and Kate and Garrett, respectively. Angela and Ben were dating, but Kate and Garrett were simply friends with… lots and lots of benefits. Ben had apparently had a lot of past experience, and wanted his new girlfriend Angela to pick up on the lifestyle. Kate and Garrett had just stumbled into it, already being close friends, and decided to learn together. It was easy and comfortable talking with them, knowing they had no more knowledge than we did, aside from Ben of course.

"Is it really bad I want to watch other people?" Angela whispered out of the corner of her mouth to me and Kate. I laughed as Kate emphatically shook her head no. "Then is it bad I really want other people to watch me?"

Kate shook her head even faster. "It's so exciting," she giggled. "My ex and I used to do a webcam thing for this site… it was so fucking exciting knowing anyone could see us. It's a rush."

Oh my… I couldn't deny the very idea of people watching Emmett and I together was thrilling. When he'd made me cum when anyone could see us, though they were all distracted, I'd felt liberated and wanton; how would I feel if I were naked? If he were naked? If we were fucking…

I shoved my thoughts aside as Emmett wound his arm around my waist, pulling me to his side as he nibbled on my neck. I wondered what he had been talking about with the other men. Dom things? As Emmett was distracting me with his tongue in the shell of my ear, James sauntered into the room. He was shirtless, again, and his pants hung extremely low on his hips. He looked dangerous somehow, even barefoot. He was the man in charge and you knew just looking at him to not mess with him.

"We are ready to begin," he said simply, and even Emmett pulled away, snapping to attention. I could see his Adam's Apple bob as he swallowed, his eyes now trained towards James. "I understand this is the first time for most of you." He nodded towards Ben, who nodded stoically back. "Our first lesson… control. And consent to release."

A little shiver went down my spine.

"My dear, will you please join us now?" My eyes followed his gaze as Super Blonde from the other night entered the room. I was instantly fascinated that she was submitting to James. She seemed so strong and dominant when she was playing just days ago. I wondered if all Dominants switched from time to time, and if so, would Emmett someday?

Another shiver.

Super Blonde walked slowly towards James, head held low, and kneeled before him in a standard position. Ready. Waiting. She was gloriously naked, unlike last time, and I couldn't help the searing blush that colored my cheeks. I vowed then and there to never get naked beside her. My ego just couldn't handle it.

"Please make note," James began, "of her stance, her posture. How she keeps her eyes trained on the ground, unless I command her otherwise." He smoothed her hair softly, now walking around her body. "Her breathing is even, she's ready for anything I request- demand- of her. Her body is mine, and she will surrender it to me as I see fit."

It sounded so wrong, or at least it should have. From James' mouth, the very idea of giving up all control was disturbing. But when I replaced him with Emmett, and Super Blonde with me… it was erotic. Exciting. And so I kept listening.

James tilted Super Blonde's chin up towards him. "Look at me," he said in a soft, yet commanding tone. Her brilliant blue eyes looked up at him, and he smiled at her. "You see, she does nothing without my bidding. Perfectly submissive. But this does not mean this will go unrewarded." He leaned forward to kiss her forehead. "No, she will receive her reward, so long as she continues to submit to me. And this will be our lesson for today. My dear, please get on your hands and knees for me."

Super Blonde crawled up onto a little carpeted platform James had sitting in the middle of the room. She was careful, methodic in her movements. Lithe, almost like a cat. I couldn't help but stare, and not just because I was studying her movements. She was insanely beautiful. I felt inferior in comparison. When she was in position, he smiled.

"Good, very good," he praised, running his hand down her back, and she arched it a little, towards his touch. Yup. The cat scenario was working well in my head. His hand traced the curve of her round ass, and she let out a breathy sigh. "See how responsive she is already, knowing she has no more control over her sensations? I bring her the pleasure, I give her just what she needs, and only when I see it fit."

Emmett wound his arm around me, though he was still watching the scene in rapt fascination. For a brief flicker, I was afraid he was staring at Super Blonde, but then I realized I had just been, and that I needed to relax. His eyes were darting everywhere, across the entire scene, and I could practically see him making mental notes. Knowing him, he probably wished he'd brought a real pad of paper.

James leaned forward to whisper something in Super Blonde's ear, and she nodded once, her eyes still trained on the ground. He circled her body once more until he was standing behind her, his fingers disappearing casually inside her sex as if he were buying a newspaper instead of teasing her in front of an audience.

"You will not cum until I give you permission," James said quietly. Super Blonde nodded her consent, and James added another finger. I tried not to get aroused that I could see how wet his fingers were when he withdrew them. "You'll see how aroused she is, knowing she has no control. For now, I'm not binding her hands or feet, and this is what I recommend when you first start out. Later, I'll teach you about binding and restraints. But for now, watch how she controls herself. Her fingers dig into the floor to keep from reaching out, her toes curl to restrain herself. Watch how labored her breathing is…"

James went on and on, explaining every inch of Super Blonde's posture as we watched on. I chanced a glance at the others in the group, and they were all equally entranced. My eyes raced over Super Blonde, making sure I memorized every inch of her, so that I could mimic it later with Emmett. James' fingers were working faster and faster inside Super Blonde, and she was starting to cry out with pleasure. Her knuckles were nearly white, gripping the carpet hard as she fought off her orgasm. I couldn't see exactly what he was doing to her, but it looked good by the look on her face, which was literally orgasmic.

He withdrew his fingers quickly, and she moaned loudly, slumping slightly, which earned her a hard slap on the ass. "Maintain!" he demanded, and she rose back up to her former position, looking like she was having a hard time with it. The need to orgasm was plain on her face. Wow. Dude must have magic fingers, because I didn't see anything extraordinary about what he was doing.

"Her body wants to cum, but she hasn't earned it yet," James explained. "Remember, this is about mutual pleasure. It's not about the submissive pleasuring only the Dominant, nor the submissive getting everything." And with that, he popped out his cock and held it to her lips. I gasped in shock, both at the fact that he was doing this in front of us, though I shouldn't have been surprised, and because he was fucking huge. Not as big as my Emmett, obviously, but a lot bigger than he looked like he would be.

Super Blonde kept her fingers dug into the carpet as she sucked James' cock into her mouth, deep throating him like a pro. Maybe I could get some tips from her for blowing Emmett properly. God knows I tried, but my gag reflex was still horrid, and it wasn't very fun for me to give head. I knew he loved it and I wanted to please him, so maybe I could learn some new things. Her hair swung as she bobbed up and down on his dick, and he threw his head back, running his fingers through her hair, encouraging her to take him down fully until her nose was brushing his hips. Holy shit!

I guess I said it out loud, because everyone's eyes rested on me, save James and Super Blonde, who were lost in their scene. Kate smirked at me, and Angela was blushing like crazy. The guys just looked amused, and Emmett wrapped his arms around my waist, kissing the side of my neck. "Can we try that?" he whispered eagerly, and I turned my head to give him a startled look.

"We'll see," I said. It was horribly ironic that we were in a class for D/s sex, but my husband was asking for oral instead. I felt horribly humiliated at my own skills, and right then and there I vowed to be a better lover, and not just with my submission. The only thing in this world I wanted was to please my husband, to take care of him.

I'd been distracted, apparently, because I had totally missed James moving behind Super Blonde, because now he was fucking her brains out, tapping her clit quickly with his forefinger, but not letting her cum when she so clearly needed to.

"You… won't… cum… until I tell you too," James grunted out, clearly enjoying himself.

"Ohhh," she screamed out, and James grabbed her hair into his fist, pulling her head back, exposing her throat. "Please…"

James slapped her ass. "Not yet!" he commanded. She held her ground, and he kept teasing her clit until she was a panting mess. Fuck, it was hot to watch… My clit twitched in appreciation. Emmett had kept his arms around me, and I could feel his erection against my back. In fact, I think everyone in this room was about to strip down and fuck- it was incredibly erotic watching James and Super Blonde fuck in front of us. It made me want to fuck in front of others too. I felt incredibly deviant and naughty.

"Rosalie…" he grunted, after what seemed like eternity, "you may cum."

Ahh, so Super Blonde had a name. She arched her back, her mouth falling open with a loud moan as she came, muttering profanities under her breath as she convulsed (presumably) around his fingers. "Oh Goddd," she moaned throatily, and it was a sexy sound that made my clit twitch. I wanted to feel that… now.

I whimpered as Emmett kissed my neck, leaning back against him. "Are you going to let me control your body like that?" he whispered. "Only cum when I tell you to?"

I nodded helplessly. I knew I'd do anything to please him, short of mass murder. Besides… that kind of looked like fun… or at the very least an awesome challenge. I was afraid I'd have no control… but I could learn it. For Emmett, I would.

I heard a loud groan, and it sounded like James had cum into his condom, but I was utterly focused on Emmett's breath on my neck, driving me insane. We were going to practice as soon as we got home, I could guarantee that.

* CTR *

We drove home in relative silence, but it wasn't awkward. We both knew what the other was thinking about, and we both knew exactly what was going to happen when we got home. The energy crackled between us, and I was panting by the time we pulled into the driveway. It was all I could do to not turn to him and fog up the windows a little bit, but we had neighbors, and it wasn't exactly a good thing to have the cop getting dirty in her own driveway.

We hurried into the house, and set about setting the scene. I was so eager, I kept dropping everything, and nearly lit my hair on fire in my haste to light the mood candles. Emmett laughed as he took the lighter from me.

"Why don't you get more comfortable… AKA naked?" Emmett suggested with a smirk. "I'd hate to have to extinguish you tonight."

I laughed. "Yeah, that'd put a damper on things…"

He wrapped his arms around me, nuzzling my neck with his nose. His heavy breath in my ear made me weak with need, and I mean weak. My knees were literally shaking in anticipation. Without his strong arms holding me up, I'd be goo. And we hadn't even started yet. Damn.

"Hurry," he whispered, and I about lost it.

"OK baby," I whimpered, and somehow pried myself out of his arms. In the bathroom, I shed myself of all of my clothes and ran a brush through my hair. My hands were shaking. What if I failed? What if Emmett had to punish me from the first time we tried this? Of course he didn't know how to punish me just yet… but still… I wanted to please him.

"Are you ready?" I asked, poking my head out the door. The room was empty. "Babe?"

No answer. The room looked lovely though, dimly lit by the candles we'd placed around the room and he'd graciously lit for me, and the bed was made for once. I was terrible at that task, but it looked like my baby had taken care of everything.

I sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for him. I bit my lip. I couldn't deny that I was nervous. I'd never done this before, I mean, this was our first class and our first lesson and I didn't want to screw it up on our first try. I knew I wouldn't be perfect, but I was always a perfectionist in everything else I'd ever done. So the whole trial and error thing, I was never a fan of.

Emmett walked in the door, looking sexy as hell in the same outfit he'd worn tonight. There was a sharpness in his eyes I'd never quite seen before, and it scared me and thrilled me. He was in his Dom mode, and I was SO ready to be submissive to him. I'd do anything to get those hands on me right now.

"You're not in position," he growled, and a genuine thrill raced through me. "Do it, now."

I scrambled to my hands and knees, nearly falling flat on my face as I did. Oh God, I was already screwing up… My back wasn't arched right, I could feel it. I was trying to hard to mimic Rosalie's posture, but I was panting too hard. I was too nervous and too afraid of screwing up.

Like a mind reader, Emmett soothed me. "Baby, relax… you look like you're going to fall apart baby…" He rubbed my back really close to my ass. "Just breathe."

I let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding, and I felt my muscles relax. Instantly, the posture felt more natural.

"There," Emmett said in this voice I'd never heard before. It was deep and authoritative… yet caring. Sweet. Attentive. I loved it. This was who he was as a Dom.

Now to find out who I was as a sub.

"Now…" Emmett said quietly. He was standing behind me, and I wished there was a mirror in front of me so I could see him. My husband was perfect, and I wanted to see him like this. "Are you ready Isabella?"

I shivered. "Yes, Sir," I said. I wasn't sure if I should call him Master yet or not. His hands trailed over me, and I moaned quietly. They caressed the back of my thighs, up almost to where I needed his fingers, before molding over my ass and giving it a firm squeeze. I couldn't help the tiny giggle that escaped my throat. Emmett was such an ass man.

So I was surprised when I got a swift and slightly painful slap. Apparently he didn't need lessons in punishment. He was pretty good at it already. "Is something funny here?"

"No!" I said quickly. The slap stung a little, it wasn't a good smack like I enjoyed. I didn't want another one just yet.

"Good," he said in this dark tone, and rubbed over the place he'd just slapped. My back arched as the sensation. More, more, more…

"You will not cum, Isabella," Emmett said, and he voice shook just the slightest bit. The only reason I even noticed was because I knew him so well. "You won't cum until I tell you to," he added quickly. "And if it gets to be too much, use our safe words." He was too cute, spitting out the words like afterthoughts. We'd already agreed on the standard "green, yellow, red" safety words.

I nodded once, and then I felt his fingers brushing against my clit. Oooh, damn… The unexpected sensation was incredible. My hips moved back towards his hand, but that just earned me another slap. "Control!" he demanded. I bit back the whimper in my throat. I had no idea I had such little control over my body I had, how freely I loved him before. I gritted my teeth and took a deep breath.

His finger dipped deep inside me, and I threw my head back. I didn't know if it was the anxiety, the anticipation, or if he was just that good, but I'd literally never felt this way before. Oddly… powerful. That I could control my body and he could bring me the pleasure, pushing that control. His fingers moved inside me, two then three, as he pumped inside me slowly, teasingly. My back arched again as he teased my clit, barely even touching it, brushing against it with his knuckles. Oh fuck… I was starting to lose it.

My orgasm built up slowly, stoked further when he sped up his movements, making my fingers dig into the comforter. I think my toes even curled. I was too busy on concentrating on not cumming to truly know. I wondered if I was concentrating too much… or not enough… My body started to contract…

"Wait," Emmett growled, pushing his cock inside me as my pussy started to clench around him. "Not yet."

My arms were shaking uncontrollably now, and I was starting to feel desperate. I'd never held off like this before, ever, and it was insane, the amount of effort I was giving this. And I was weak. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. Without even realizing it, I'd fallen to my elbows, my face buried in the pillow in front of me, gasping. "Emmett, please!" I begged, dropping the façade. And then it was too late. My body convulsed hard as I came around him, endlessly. He didn't stop, probably because he was having control issues too, and I heard him grunt as he came inside me. My orgasm felt endless, and I felt amazing… but my heart instantly sank. I'd failed.

"I'm sorry," I moaned. "I'm so sorry baby…"

Emmett pulled out and immediately pulled me to his chest. I fought back huge tears as he stroked my hair lovingly. "It's OK baby."

"No it's not!" I wailed. "You didn't give me permission."

"It was our first time baby, and you did amazing. You know," he pushed back a little to look in my eyes. "It's going to sound kinda egotistical, but I've never had a hard time making you cum." I snorted. Soooooo true. "So the fact that you could hold out for me, for that long… that's amazing baby. It's not going to be instant." He kissed my forehead. "That being said, I think I'm going to have to punish you now for that. Well, maybe not NOW… but when I learn how to."

I laughed lightly and sniffed. "I just want to make you happy baby."

"You do, love, and we'll learn, this was our first attempt," he assured me. He was being awfully understanding. I felt like shit. "Come on, let's get some sleep, OK? It's been a long week and we've got that party to go to tomorrow night."

"Ugh, don't remind me. Alice is shoehorning me into this ungodly tight dress."

"Really?" Emmett's eyes lit up like a little kid on Christmas morning, such a fast departure from his Dom persona. I loved them both equally, though I was just getting to know the Dominant in him. "Can I see?"

"Not until tomorrow," I said with a smirk, kissing the tip of his nose. He nipped at my bottom lip in response. "Let's go to bed baby."

We crawled in bed, still naked, and Emmett pulled the covers around me. I heard the distinct clicking of his glasses being put on the dresser, and smiled to myself. Even as my Dom, Emmett still kept on his nerdy glasses.

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