Author's note: Okay, so this is definitely one of the longest chapters I have done in a while, if not ever. You'll see as you read, though, that there was no logical place to break this into multiple chapters, so I decided to leave it as it was. I hope no one minds. *grin*

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He watched from the corner of his vision as she entered the room, head high and eyes shining. All eyes turned from the television to watch her walk in, and he could tell she was hesitant about being the center of attention in this way. His first thought was that he was proud of her. His second - that the weekend seemed too far away. How long had it been since he'd last had someone to train? His thoughts - and eyes - went to the love of his life seated across the room. Esme's eyes met his and she smiled - she knew him too well. Just a slight upward quirk of her lips and he knew she knew his thoughts. Sometimes he wondered if she might be a mind reader, but she had assured him over the years that she just loved him. Either way, it was wonderful. She inclined her head towards the brunette that was standing just behind the couch.

"Alice picked out a movie, and none of us have seen it, so pull up a seat. They boys are almost done with their zombies." Bella seemed grateful that someone broke the silence and dropped down onto the couch beside Edward, her breasts jiggling nicely in a way that had Carlisle lose his concentration for a moment and cause his character to accidentally shoot Emmett's in the head.

"Hey! Watch the game, Pops!" Emmett growled good-naturedly before adding in a very soft voice, "don't blame ya, though." Carlisle simply nodded and fired as Edward's lack of attention caused his character to set off a car alarm and called the horde down on them. ~It seems I'm not the only one you've distracted, love,~ he thought, enjoying the deepening of the blush that seemed to be a permanent part of her since her bath this afternoon. Alice climbed from where she'd been sitting on the couch behind Jasper and slid into the space between Bella and the arm of the chair.

"I decided that since none of us have seen it, we should watch the new Harry Potter," she said with a smile.

"But," he heard Bella ask, "that's just come out in theaters! How...never mind." Alice laughed.

"Well, we're done," said Jasper as the last of their characters made it into the safe room. After a moment to save, everyone was settling back in their seats as Alice started the movie. He found, however, that regardless of how appealing the film was and how much he had wanted to see it - after all, he was an enormous fan of the books, and the movies hadn't been too horrible - that he couldn't take his eyes off Bella. The rest of his family seemed determined not to make her uncomfortable, and as such were watching the flick with supreme concentration, but he decided not to make that mistake. He had set her a task, and he'd be damned if he wasn't going to watch her tackle it.

Her first move came a few moments into the movie, very innocently putting her hand on Edward's leg as she leaned against him. Carlisle could tell by her thoughts that she was wondering a bit why her mate hadn't mentioned her clothing, or rather lack thereof, but she figured correctly that he'd been forewarned by Alice possibly even hours in advance. While Edward tried hard to keep his mind off of the nude nymph who was currently snuggling against him, and the rest of them pointedly watched Harry Potter and company and ignored what was transpiring on the couch, he watched as Bella's slim fingers inched their way further up Edward's thigh. Even when Rosalie came in from outside, shaking raindrops out of her sleek hair before sitting on the floor in front of Emmett, no one said anything. It was that fact that tipped Bella off that something was up.

~You had this planned! Does Edward know?~ she accused him, her thoughts slightly shocked and - to his delight - very aroused.

~Now that would ruin the point of testing you, wouldn't it?~ His reasonable response did nothing to hide his own anticipation and she nearly groaned. He just smirked and watched the scene play out.

Her hand, by this point, was in the danger zone, resting so close to the obvious bulge in Edward's pants that it was impossible for him not to notice what she was doing. He turned to her, his voice a whisper.

"We can watch the movie later, if you want...let's go upstairs." Carlisle held his breath. This was where her trial really began. He knew his son, and knew that Edward would be difficult to convince. He'd reigned in his own strength with Bella by force of his love for her...he'd be scared of his ability to hold onto his composure if she tried to make herself an object in his eyes. Carlisle was once again thankful for the multiple degrees in psychology he had. He didn't need telepathy to know exactly what his eldest was thinking at that moment. Unnecessarily holding his breath he waited to hear her answer.

"What if..." she paused, glancing behind Edward's hair at him for a brief second. That quick, infinitesimal eye contact seemed to give her the goad she needed...or perhaps the permission. Leaning her head closer to Edward's ear, she finished. "...we stay right here and I make you feel good?" With that, she rubbed her hand directly against the erection straining his pants. Edward gulped. It was amusing, really. For so long Carlisle had seen his son's control around humans, watched him with pride, and here was Bella not even bothering to untie those threads but instead snipping right through them just by being her. How well he knew that power she had. He couldn't help a small smile as Edward whimpered, his hips involuntarily twitching.

"Bella...not...I don't..." Edward took a second to gather his thoughts. He reached up with one hand and traced her cheek, the motion drawing her eyes to his own. Though he couldn't see his son's expression, he knew the tenderness, the barely controlled hunger that would be in those eyes. On the contrary, he could see Bella's face perfectly, and the mixture of daring and innocence in her countenance made him want to groan as well.

"It's okay, Edward. You didn't have this much problem with Esme," she reminded him cheekily. He blinked a few times.

"But, that was...not you. This, with us...it wouldn't be right," he finished rather weakly, but as Bella had just scooted over to straddle his lap no one could have blamed him for his lack of coherancy.

"I know it wasn't me. I wish it had been." She spoke in a normal volume now, not bothering to be quiet, and he was sure she knew she'd garnered the undivided attention of everyone present. While it was obvious she didn't mind, he could see Edward tensing, beginning to glance around. Her hands came up to frame his face, coaxing him into looking only at her. "Edward...I love you. And I know you love me. And in my mind, that means that - if we're both in agreement - nothing we do together can ever be wrong. So I'd like to start by giving you a blow job, and we'll move from there, okay?" Those big brown eyes were full of want and determination and - yes, even a little bit of naughtiness. Before Edward could reply, her hands had his pants unbuttoned and she was supporting her weight on her knees on wither side of his hips so she could tug the zipper down more easily.

"Bella, I-" She stopped her movements and stared at him, eyes flashing, a wicked smile on her face.

"If you stop this now, I swear I will go home even if I have to walk. Now, behave, Edward. You're going to enjoy this, I promise." Carlisle blinked. Gone was the cajoling, pleading girl. In her place was a very demanding woman, one who knew exactly what she wanted. He could tell that now, his instructions were the furthest thing from her mind. She wanted Edward, and nothing else mattered. The abrupt demeanor change was nothing short of intriguing, and he found himself wondering exactly how much was bravado and how much might actually be a more dominant Bella Swan that not even she was aware of? He eagerly anticipated the change to find out.

"Looks like you've lost this battle, bro," said Emmett, completely amused. "Though why you're fighting to begin with I don't know. If he's being too much of a stick in the mud, Bells baby, you can come play with me and Rosie." Edward shot a venomous glance at Emmett, who just met it with a grin. That brief distraction was all Bella needed. One minute Edward was trying to figure out how to coax his lovely woman upstairs with him, the next he was slamming his head backward into the soft cushions of the couch as she popped the head of his recently liberated cock into her mouth. Carlisle smiled. She'd won, and he couldn't have been more impressed. Now all that remained was to sit back and enjoy the show. It seemed to be an unspoken agreement that the only people engaging in carnal actions were Bella and Edward, though he knew on a normal night this scene wouldn't be complete without the rest joining in. He turned his full attention to the center attraction. This promised to be good.

Bella began by bobbing slowly and steadily on Edward's shaft, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked on him. Occasionally she'd flick the tip with her tongue before continuing to slurp on his rod like it was candy. Edward's head was thrown back in ecstasy, and surrender was written all over his face. Carlisle forced himself to stay objective for a while and watch Bella work. As her trainer, it would be up to him to correct her techniques, improve upon her skills. He was good at it, and he knew she would blossom under his tutelage, more so than she had done already. The thought of Bella, fully confident and proud to be herself, was easily as arousing as anything else he'd ever seen. He seemed drawn to her movements, the way her eyes stayed locked on Edward's as she worked him ceaselessly, the way she gently stroked her fingers across his flat stomach under his shirt. His fingers were clenched so hard in Esme's couch cushions that he'd dug through the material into the stuffing, and Carlisle knew he hadn't noticed at all. She wordlessly urged him to lift his hips so she could peel his pants down his legs, finally settling herself on her knees between them to resume her ministrations. To what was Edward's apparent shock and joy, she moved his hands to tangle in her hair, urging him to move her head how he wished. Carlisle watched as Edward's fingers clenched in the soft mahogany strands, obviously gathering his composure before he moved to grip the back of her head. Tentatively he pulled on her hair, and the mewling noise she made around his cock had nothing to do with pain and everything to do with happiness. Encouraged, he did it again harder, and after a few minutes Carlisle was treated to the sight of Edward fucking Bella's mouth, slowly at first until he picked up a rhythm and force that was hard enough to excite but not hard enough to wound. Bella, meanwhile, seemed to be in heaven. By this point, no longer needing her hands, she'd snaked one down between her pale thighs and was stroking herself in time with the hard prick that was sliding between her lips. With the other hand she was alternating between scratching her nails up the inside of his thighs and fondling his balls. As he had expected, Edward began to get more and more involved in the action, his inner strength coming to the fore.

"God, Bella...I love watching you suck me..." His whispers had a very apparent effect on the brunette as she began to quiver. Edward wasn't slow to notice this, or take advantage of it. "You like it too, don't you? Me, holding your head in place as I fuck that pretty little mouth." Bella whimpered audibly, first in pleasure and then in protest when he pulled his staff from her mouth. "Oh, poor Bella," he murmured, his voice having an edge to it that Carlisle, though he had never heard, wasn't surprised in the least to hear. It was the tone of one slowly letting loose, coming to terms with his own strength. He knew Edward wanted to let go, to take control, but not even he could have predicted what came next.

"Stand up." Bella jumped to her feet immediately, the flush on her skin not anymore, but one of extreme arousal. "You want me to fuck you in front of everyone?" She didn't answer, and he took a step closer. "I won't ask again."

"Yes! I want you to fuck me, in front of all of them." Carlisle was pleased - she truly was a natural. Edward, however, didn't smile, didn't change his expression at all.

"Lay on your back, in the center of the floor." She scrambled to obey. He held out his hand, turning his attention to Rosalie. "Hand me that pillow, Rose." Understanding, the blonde handed him the overstuffed cushion from the end of the couch. He walked slowly over and stood in front of Bella where she lay on the floor, eyes bright with desire. "Lift your hips." When she did, he positioned the pillow under them, holding her hips off the ground and forcing her legs open. Suddenly Carlisle felt Edward's thoughts in his mind.

~I don't know...I want to - help me out, here. I'm in way over my head.~ Carlisle smiled.

~Well, she wants it, that's apparent. So I think as long as you tell her what you want her to do, she'll be okay. She seems to be enjoying that so far.~ He was very careful not to let any mention of his plans enter his mind, wanting it to be a total surprise.

~But, I love her! I can't just treat her like this!~

~Like what?~

~Like...a common whore. I can't. I love her.~ Carlisle sent comfort into his son's mind along with his thoughts.

~She's not a whore, she never could be. What she is, though, is a very beautiful, very sensual woman who wants to be treated like a woman and not some breakable figurine. She is just beginning to see that she is beautiful, Edward, and that makes her feel powerful. I'd suggest giving her what she wants, or it's liable to make her think you love her more than you lust after her. A woman like Bella wants both.~ A slight pause ensued while Edward took it all in. Finally, he squared his shoulders.

~Well, I'll just have to show her, won't I?~ he asked rhetorically and turned his attention to the obviously horny brunette laying spread before him.

"I'm going to fuck you, Bella. It's not going to be slow, or gentle. And you are not allowed to touch me. Is that clear?" Her eyes, wide as saucers, filled with sheer pleasure and she nodded. In one lithe movement, Edward stripped his shirt over his head and dropped to the ground between her thighs. Then, just as he had warned, he buried his cock balls-deep in her tight snatch. Bella's scream of pleasure was one of the most beautiful sounds Carlisle had ever heard, and her gasps as Edward began to jackhammer into her depths had him closing his eyes to regain composure. He didn't let them stay shut for long, though. He wanted to watch this too much. It seemed Bella was having a problem with the 'no touching' rule, though, as she kept letting her hands wander up to his arms, at which point he would grab her wrists and press them hard against the carpet. After about three times of that, he yanked himself out of her and stood up.

"Alice," he snapped. She was at his side in an instant. "Hold her damned hands. Since she won't listen, then she has to be restrained, and I just don't have time to find anything, so you can hold her down." Carlisle blinked. That was certainly not what he'd expected. Bella, by this point, was capable of nothing but moaning, and once Alice had her pinned securely, Edward dropped back to his knees and mounted her again. Realizing she was restrained made her struggle a bit just for the hell of it, and Carlisle didn't need to know her mind to tell she was getting off on the entire situation. He had a thought.

~I know you don't want to treat her like a whore, but she seems to get off on your voice - or any voice, for that matter.~ He felt Edward chuckle thought the haze of lust that was fueling him. ~You might try being a little crude with her.~ After a few minutes of internal deliberation, Edward straightened up and buried himself deep, stopping his movements when he was as far in her heat as he could go.

"You like this, don't you?" he asked quietly. "My little Bella, all spread and willing to be taken. How does it feel? To just be an object?" His voice grew cold, though Carlisle could tell his thoughts and feelings were anything but. "Well? Answer me." As punctuation, he pulled out almost entirely and slammed forward again. Bella gasped and moaned. "That wasn't an answer, Bella."

"Yes," she said softly, panting.

"Yes, what?" Carlisle smiled, thinking how this conversation was similar to the one he'd had with her earlier. Minus the sex, but very similar nonetheless.

"Yes, I like being your toy."

"Toy? I never said toy." Edward paused, pretending to consider. "But then, that's fairly accurate. My little fuck toy." He grinned down at her. "Well, then, little toy, I think it's time I put you to good use." He pulled out completely, the pop as his cock left her tight hole audible even over her breathing. "Turn over. On your knees, and lean forward." Bella scrambled to get into position, Alice having released her hands. Once she was where she thought he wanted her, she looked back over her shoulder at him, inviting him with her eyes. "I'm sorry, did I tell you to look at me? Put your head down, toy." Stunned, she complied, and Carlisle grinned widely. This was going so much better than he had hoped. All Alice had told him earlier was that it would be worth watching. She was right.

Edward was kneeling behind Bella now, and it seemed everyone in the room was spellbound, waiting for him to move. He slapped her ass, hard.

"Bend your back, get that ass up higher." She arched slightly, raising herself a few more inches. He sighed loudly, theatrically. "I suppose that will have to do." Without any further speech he drove into her, a third of his cock disappearing into her wet slit. "Fuck, you're tight in this position." He drove forward again, and then again, making her yelp each time. "Take it, Bella, take my cock, like the good little toy you are," he muttered. It took thrust after thrust, despite how wet and ready she was, but he was finally buried inside her. After that he simply let his need take over, driving himself into her again and again. Carlisle, watching still from the sidelines, saw Bella's face contort as she came hard, not even getting a chance to come down from her plateau before crashing again, Edward's pounding cock not ceasing or slowing but pushing her higher and higher. After her fourth orgasm - or was it fifth? - Edward pulled out and stroked his cock with his fist.

"Turn around, Bella, so I can blow my load in your mouth." She scrambled to comply, opening her lips as the first volley of cream shot from the head of his cock, splattering her mouth and her cheek. The rest of his juices went straight down her throat, Edward pumping his dick until the last drops trickled out. Without prompting, Bella dove forward and licked his shaft, cleaning it completely of their juices before wiping his seed off her cheek with her fingers. With an impish grin she sucked her fingers clean too before collapsing backwards and closing her eyes wearily. Edward, meanwhile, just seemed kind of sheepish.

"Bella?" he murmured.

"Yes?" was her tired, happy response. She cracked one eye to look around her, seeing the wide-eyed stares of the rest of the rooms occupants that she'd almost forgotten about. Finally, though, she looked at Edward, and Carlisle watched her eyes light from within. The love and contentment she felt radiated to all of them without assistance.

"Can I please take you upstairs now?" Edward whispered, a grin beginning to form on his lips. She smiled widely.

"Absolutely. But, um..." she paused. "I think you'll have to carry me, 'cause I know I'm not going to be walking any time soon." He laughed and swept her up into his arms and they left the room without a backward glance. Carlisle looked around at his wonderful family, taking note of their shell-shocked expressions that he knew were mirrored by his own.

"Well," said Esme softly from her place in her chair, "that went...rather well, I thought."

"Yes, It did," he agreed. "It most definitely did." For a long time no one said anything else, until Emmett broke the silence.

"So, Rose...wanna head upstairs and enjoy ourselves?" He wiggled his eyebrows and she pretended to think about it.

"I don't know - I was really wanting to watch this movie." At his expression she began to laugh, and soon the entire family was chuckling and pairing off with their mates. Some things, Carlisle thought as he accompanied Esme to their room, were worth waiting for.