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Chapter 14:

BPOV

"Are you ready for this?" he asks. "I'm not going to let him touch you anywhere inappropriate."

Edward has been asking me if I am sure I want to go through with this every ten minutes since I arrived at his house an hour earlier. Emmett is due any minute for his first training session and as much as I thought it could be awkward I'm really not nervous at all. We're training Emmett for goodness sakes, it's impossible to feel awkward around him. The guy exudes relaxation.

"I'm really okay, Edward, I swear."

Edward insisted I wear a bra and panties for the training and even that is still hidden under my casual clothes. We aren't downstairs yet and according to his rules sub attire is only worn in the playroom. It figures Edward's only Dom rule called for clothes to be on. It's been less than 24 hours since I decided to try and draw Edward out of his Dom shell so understandably I haven't made much progress yet. I want to be the perfect training aid tonight to show Edward I can be the kind of sub he needs in all capacities. Hopefully, later tonight when Emmett goes home I can demonstrate for Edward how easy it will be to switch back to being just us once we come back upstairs. The doorbell suddenly buzzes, shaking me from my plotting.

Edward goes to answer the door and I trail behind him by a few feet. We are both shocked to see who's standing outside Edward's house.

"Rosalie?" Edward asks confused.

"Good evening, Edward," she replies as if her presence isn't the least bit unexpected.

"Hey, man," Emmett greets. He leans to the side to peer around Edward's frozen frame and waves at me.

Remembering his manners, Edward moves aside and gestures for them to enter the foyer. I step forward and take their coats like a good hostess / sub. I should have been expecting it, but my eyes still bug out when Rose removes her coat leaving her in nothing but a sheer baby doll negligee and thong.

"Damn it, Rosalie!" Edward sighs angrily.

"What, Edward? You thought I was going to let Emmett practice on yoursub? I'd much rather he learns my body cues. Didn't you say how important that distinction was?" Rosalie says smiling.

Edward clears his throat noisily. "Er, yes I did say that. But you know this is not how training is typically done. You should have asked me before showing up here. I'll only agree to this if it's alright with Bella."

All three of them turn to me. "I guess it's alright. I'm assuming Emmett will now be more hands on than Edward with this change of plans?"

"Of course," Edward answers immediately. "And Rose, I insist you remain in your underwear for the duration of the training."

Rose huffs but nods her head in agreement.

Down in the playroom Rosalie makes herself at home using the bathroom to wash her hands and fix her makeup. Edward suggests I sit in the chair in the corner near the door. I'll have a good view there and will also be out of the way. I know Edward would never touch Rosalie in a sexual manner but I feel like asking him anyway, just for clarification. The idea of watching Edward play with another woman, even in this training scenario, his cousin no less, is beginning to make me apprehensive. In fear of insulting him I keep my mouth shut. I'm feeling a little left out stuck in the corner.

"Rose?" I whisper once Edward and Emmett have left the playroom. She is kneeling on my mat, ignoring me, I suppose, to keep in character. "Rose!" I try again. "I hope you don't distrust me with Emmett, you know, because of the other night with Jake? I swear he's nothing more than a friend to me. Doesn't this make you uncomfortable? Having Edward use you to train Emmett?"

"Shhh!" Rose hisses violently. Her eyes never leave the place on the floor they're focused on.

I give up trying to get her to respond just a minute before Edward and Emmett return to the room. Both are wearing cotton boxer briefs. Edward has on a plain white t-shirt while Emmett's chest is bare. Edward glances over at me briefly and winks. Both men move to stand in front of Rosalie and Edward mouths some instructions to Emmett.

"Stand up Rose," Emmett says in a deep husky voice. "Walk over to the table and lie down on your back."

"That's good, Emmett," Edward says quietly. "I usually begin a session with a compliment to her stance or maybe some light touches to her face or breasts. It should be something comforting to relax her."

Emmett nods as if trying to commit it to memory. Since I'm nothing but a bystander this evening I wonder if maybe I should take notes for the trainee; make myself useful.

Edward spends a few minutes showing Emmett how to bind Rose's arms and torso in an intricate pattern much like the one he used on me during our first scene. Once she is bound Edward reminds him to check the tension in the ropes and to ask Rose if she's comfortable enough. Edward has Emmett begin with a flogger and I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing when he makes Em hit himself with the toy. Over and over Emmett smacks his own body until Edward feels he's got it right.

"Now use it on me, Emmett. You never want to use a new toy on your submissive without first testing out its impact on yourself. Hit my forearm with the same force you'd use on Rose's thigh," Edward instructs.

Emmett does as he's asked and Edward nods. "Good. Now as you apply the strikes to your sub listen carefully to her audible responses. As we discussed before, she will tell you without words whether it's too much or not enough. And keep an eye on the color of her skin. Once it starts to turn pink you know you've stimulated the area enough."

For the next few minutes I watch as Emmett flogs Rose repeatedly, her moans growing in urgency. It's obvious even to me she is enjoying his ministrations. Every so often Edward glances in my direction, I assume to check to see if I'm alright. After the flogging, Edward helps Emmett untie the ropes and they attach a spreader bar to Rose's ankles. It's a prop Edward hasn't used on me yet and even though I've worn one before I can't help but feel jealous seeing him use it on Rose before I've had the pleasure.

Edward instructs Emmett briefly on the best way to make her beg for release using a vibrator.

"Can I put nipple clamps on her?" Emmett asks eagerly.

"What do you think, Rose? Would you like Emmett to fuck you with clamps on your tits?" Edward asks shooting me another quick glance.

"God, yes. Please," she whimpers.

Edward retrieves some clamps for Emmett and again makes him test them on himself before reaching inside Rose's lingerie to apply a clamp to each nipple. Edward then walks to Rose's head, out of her line of sight and far away from her pussy, as Emmett pushes the thong aside and sheathes the buzzing toy inside her. Edward gives a few suggestions on technique but they are hard to hear over Rose's excessive moaning. I've enjoyed watching others scenes at Coming Attractions in the past but am really beginning to feel the ick factor in watching someone I consider a friend. I'm starting to see Jake's point in not wanting to see a person you hang out with engage in this behavior. I might have to add a category to my list of hard limits to include "voyeurism of Edward's relatives". It's a lot more arousing to watch strangers in my opinion.

Finally, Rosalie comes and a very satisfied looking Emmett slowly retracts the vibrator. His cock is rock hard inside his boxers, which is to be expected. What I don't expect to see is the similar situation going on in Edward's underwear. I can't believe he got a boner from watching Rose and Emmett play! It happens all the time at the theater; men walking out after a performance with some wood in their pants, but this is Edward's cousin! A person he just recently told me he thinks of like a sister.

Concern over Edward's sanity and my own jealousy are battling in my head. I don't even notice Edward approach me until he's right by my side; the unholy erection staring at me at eye level. His hand is stretched out for me to take and I do so hesitantly; allowing him to lead me out of the playroom just as Emmett is instructing Rose to suck him off. I don't mind missing the grand finale in the least. Upstairs, Edward hardly has a chance to open his mouth before I interrupt whatever thoughts he is about to voice.

"I don't understand why Rosalie wanted to be part of this. I know Emmett's training for her, but you're her cousin, Edward! She doesn't find that skeevy?" I ask, unable to hide my disgust.

He laughs at my terminology and then his face becomes hardened. "I make a point never to visit the club on nights Rosalie is performing, have I told you that before?"

I shake my head. I hadn't noticed that, though I have thought a lot about how Rosalie is present for every one of Edward's scenes...

"I have no issue whatsoever in Rose's involvement in the theater, but just as you'd expect, I find it uncomfortable to watch her perform. But not because we're related; it's because I know the idea of having me watch her would heighten her experience on stage."

"Rosalie has the hots for you?" I blurt dumbfounded.

"It's all very Cruel Intentions, I know. It's not so much a sexual attraction as... a devastating curiosity. You know I have a certain reputation around the club-"

"Of course I know," I interject. "I had to wait eight weeks to scene with you."

He chuckles. "Precisely. Rose knows scening with me is not a possibility for her. It makes her very resentful of our common DNA, that she's the only one in the club I'd never be willing to play with. I'm a little worried that is why she insisted on participating tonight. That her true motivation was to worm her way into my playroom without technically doing a scene together."

I scrunch my nose in displeasure at the mere thought. Then I'm reminded of my original objection. "If you're so opposed to the idea of playing with her then why..." I struggle to finish the sentence. "But I saw you get... you had an erection, Edward!" I accuse, mortified in saying this aloud.

His smile returns. "It wasn't in response to my cousin, Bella! How could you think that?" he replies.

"Well then, what was it in response to? Don't tell me Emmett got you that hard!"

"It was because of you, Isabella. Don't you know by now how much it turns me on to be watched? To know you were there, the only member of my audience tonight, watching me instruct another couple on the art of dominance. God, it made me feel so powerful, the way you were staring at me with lust in your eyes. I could tell you were itching to join in and that, my pet, is what I found so monumentally arousing."

I felt incredibly foolish. And completely relieved Edward wasn't harboring some appalling fantasies of incest. I couldn't honestly say I'd been eager to join the three of them in the scene but I definitely had been wishing it was me Edward was using him Dom voice on. All those times he looked at me, had he really sensed the desire in my expression? I'd been trying to appear impartial.

"You were really thinking of me, while you gave Emmett direction?" I ask unable to hide the excitement in my voice.

"Yes, silly woman. It is always you these days, Bella. Only you," he says sweeping me off my feet and into his arms.

His lips crash against mine and I fight for air against his soft wet mouth which is recklessly devouring mine. My legs wrap around his waist and he carries me up the stairs to his bedroom.

"What about Emmett and Rose?" I ask in a whisper as Edward's lips lock onto my neck.

"They can let themselves out," he murmurs against my skin. "I've been waiting all evening to see you in this outfit."

Edward tosses me onto the mattress and I land with a soft bounce. He immediately starts peeling my jeans off as I wiggle out of my t-shirt. Edward eyes my sexy lingerie and actually growls as he crawls up my body pressing all his weight over me. His erection has returned and I firmly grasp it in my hand trying to free it from the cotton confines. In our heated effort to release his cock Edward rolls us too far to the side and we both tumble off his bed. Edward hits the floor and I fall on top of him, his cock still firmly in hand.

"Are you okay?" I ask nervous he might have had the wind knocked out of him.

He laughs in pain and coughs a few times before responding, "I'm fine, Beautiful. Now show me those amazing tits before I rip this pretty thing right off you."

Afraid of losing another pair of new and expensive underwear, I heed his warning and strip both pieces off quickly. His hands grip my breasts roughly as I reach behind myself to push down his boxers. The second his hard length springs free I sink down on it until our hips meet. We both moan at the contact. I've needed this so badly. I pleasure myself with his body slow and torturously until we're both aching for more. Edward sits up so I'm in his lap, still connected in the most delicious way. I fist my hands in his hair as he begins lifting me up and down on his cock faster and faster. I cry out in pleasure as he fully takes the reins bringing me closer and closer to release.

It isn't until hours later, when we are both completely sated and exhausted, that I realize we've once again had sex outside the scope of our D/S roles. No bindings, no blindfolds, no toys of any kind... and not once did Edward call me anything but Bella.

EPOV

"Hey, mom, it's Edward," I say softly into the phone. It's early Friday morning, early for me anyways, and Bella is still asleep in my bed. "I'm calling to see if you made it into town yet."

"Good morning, sweetie. Yes, I'm here. Mrs. Ackerman and I are meeting for brunch and then I'm going to get settled in at the house," my mother replies energetically.

"Tell Mrs. Ackerman to pass along a 'hello' from me to Justin," I say rolling my eyes. The mother of my childhood friend asked me nearly ten years ago to start calling her Betty but my mother uses her formal name as if I were still a teenager.

"I will certainly do that. Justin's getting married, have you heard? A lovely girl he met at Northwestern," my mother comments trying to sound casual.

"Yeah, I think I heard that," I say sighing into the phone.

"Are you still coming to pick me up before work, Edward?" she asks changing the subject before I can get upset at her subtle reminder that I'm not even close to getting married.

"Yes, I'll be at the house at 2. Uh, mom, before you go… how do you scramble eggs? I put two in the frying pan and they came out all dry and stuck to the bottom."

Her laugh echoes through the phone and I have to hold it away from my ear until she's through. "Didn't I teach you when you were home?"

"No, you taught Rosalie," I respond.

"Oh, well, put a little butter in the pan, or cooking spray will work, and don't turn the heat all the way up. Add a little milk to the eggs before putting them in the pan to keep them moist," she instructs.

"Thanks, mom," I say gratefully.

"Are you cooking for someone, Edward?"

I roll my eyes again even though no one but Beanie is there to see the gesture. "No… I just felt like eggs."

"Oh, alright, dear. Mrs. Ackerman is here. I'll see you at 2."

"Okay, bye mom."

I quickly scrape my earlier disaster into the trash and start again, hoping to have something edible on the table before Bella wakes up. It was a good decision to call for help because the second batch comes out much better and I'm able to get the eggs, bacon, and fruit on the table just as Bella pops her head around the corner to spy on me.

"I can see you," I say lightly; a smile playing across my face.

"I was just checking if it's safe to come in here," she jokes moving away from the wall and taking a step closer to the stove to inspect the damage.

She's wearing one of my t-shirts and a pair of my boxers; looking so sexy I could easily push aside all this food I've just slaved over and take her right there on the kitchen table. This is the direction my mind is going when Bella eyes the food and her face lights up. She takes a seat immediately and reaches for the orange juice. There's something relaxing and domestic about sharing breakfast with Bella. I feel like I should be wearing bedroom slippers and telling Beanie to fetch the morning paper. That might be going a little overboard, but I like seeing the usually empty chair across from me occupied by this gorgeous creature. My mother's nagging must really be starting to wear me down.

"Do you have a busy day ahead?" I ask eager to know about her plans.

She nods chewing faster so she can respond. "Mmm, yes. I have to take my new client shopping for business suits. He was a real pill last week. I hope he's more pleasant today."

"Was he being rude to you?" I ask concerned.

"Not really rude… just unappreciative. I'm not saying he needs to thank me every five seconds, he is paying me to help him, but last week I spent three hours just cleaning his house! He'd fired his last assistant a month earlier and the mess was really piling up. His mother obviously never taught him how to do dishes or laundry."

I smile at her as she unloads her grief about her new client. She is so sexy when she gets all riled up.

"Speaking of mothers, mine is in town," I say. "I promised to take her to the station this afternoon to watch my broadcast. I shouldn't be late to the theater tonight but I do need to drop her off at her house on my way there."

"Your parents still have a house here? Even though they moved to Seattle?" she asks curiously.

"Yes, it's where I grew up and my mother couldn't bear to sell it. Rosalie lives there now and keeps up on maintenance. I think my mother was secretly hoping my father would hate the city and they'd eventually move back. It's hard on her being away from us," I explain.

"I'm looking forward to meeting her tomorrow," Bella responds spearing a piece of fruit with her fork.

"You're not worried about the party?" I question. I take a large bite of scrambled eggs waiting for her to answer.

"Not about the party… more so being trapped in the beauty salon with all the Cullen women," she says. Her tone comes off flippant but I can see her apprehension bubbling just under the surface. Bella isn't that good an actress.

"Don't be nervous," I say reaching my hand across the table to comfort her. "It's just for a few hours and then you'll be with me. I'll protect you." I wink at her and she blushes. Hey eyes gravitate to where my hand covers hers on the table.

"One more thing we should discuss," I say pulling my hand back and trying to focus on what we need to talk about before tonight. "Emmett's training last night…"

"Oh" is her only response.

"I'm not happy my cousin invited herself to the session. It wasn't right of her and she knows it. But there's still much for Emmett to learn and if you're alright with it, I'd like to set up another session for him. It could be just he and I, if that makes you more comfortable," I offer.

The truth is Emmett has so little experience I don't trust him dominating anyone without more practice. He's going to need a number of lessons from me and only once his skill level improves will I feel comfortable letting him play on his own. Bella's looking at my face but not showing any signs that she's understanding.

"Bella? Did you hear me? Rose won't be at any more training sessions. I think I should work with Emmett alone a few times and then if it's alright with Rose maybe you could sub for us once he's got a better handle on things. What do you think?"

She finally blinks and comes back to me. "Yeah, that is okay with me. I just don't want Rose to be there again. It made me a little more uncomfortable than I was expecting."

"Believe me, I felt the same way. And just so we're clear, Emmett won't be fucking you, or touching you sexually. Only I do that… only I make you come," I declare, my voice slipping a little deeper at the end.

She presses her lips together to keep from smirking at the inadvertent authority in my voice. My obvious possessiveness seems to have amused her greatly. I don't care if I sound controlling. She is mine, for an undetermined amount of time and I'm not sharing.

After saying goodbye to Bella I quickly shower and dress. I have some errands to run and I promised Beanie a proper walk before I leave him for almost ten hours. I pick my mother up at the house just after two o'clock and we head into the Channel 6 news station. She's so excited for a behind the scenes tour of the studio that I almost regret bringing her. She's like an overly exuberant fan and it's a little embarrassing. Once she calms down from the shock and awe of the lights and cameras I risk allowing her out of my dressing room to get some coffee before I go on the air. Her enthusiasm quickly turns to a more familiar topic.

"What about her?"

"Stop pointing, mom. I told you I don't want to date anyone from work. It's unprofessional."

"Sweetie, you're not in college anymore. Where else are you going to meet women?" she whispers.

I sigh; thanking God my mother doesn't know about the places I go to meet women.

"I realize that, but I still don't want to date someone I have to work with. Especially her," I hiss moving to block my mother's view of Jackie before she figures out we're talking about her. "Save your energy, mom, or you won't have enough to hound me about Bella tomorrow," I tease.

She smirks and finally lets me alone. The broadcast goes well; every time I make eye contact with Esme she waves vigorously as if I could possibly miss her offstage brimming with pride for her son. I'm thinking that having my mother in the studio has only increased Jackie's infatuation with me for some reason. She keeps chatting with her during commercial breaks and freshening her drink. Like winning over my mother is going to make me want to sleep with her!

"You did so wonderful tonight, sweetheart. I am so proud of you," my mother gushes in the car on our way home. "I wished your Nona would have lived to see you on TV. She would have been your biggest fan."

"Thank you, Mom."

"I'm so happy you finally invited me to the studio! It only took, what, three years? Katherine would have loved to have seen it too."

"I can just imagine how embarrassing it would have been having you both there, egging each other on!" I say chuckling.

"She would have begged you to introduce her to the handsome man who does the sports commentary for sure," Esme giggles. Then she sighs and looks out the window. She misses her sister immensely.

I feel bad dropping my mother off to an empty house after work knowing Rosalie is at the club already. We both made up stories about having plans tonight to explain our whereabouts for this evening's performance. I've had a lot on my mind lately worrying about bringing Bella as my date to Alice's party and I really need tonight's session to relax me. I finally caved to the constant pressure from Alice to invite Bella and to be fair I am secretly excited to show up at the launch with her on my arm.

My only concern, really, is how this will affect our "friendship," as Bella and I have come to refer to our offstage rendezvous. I've known since the very beginning that Bella was going to be different from Jessica, or anyone else for that matter. That it might get complicated. I've known that at some point Friday nights wouldn't be enough playtime for Bella, but I never dreamed that I would be right there with her, needing more than once a week. Now every day I spend away from her feels like too much. Even worse, I'm growing tired of suppressing the romantic feelings I have for this girl. They've been bubbling just under the surface since the night we met and it's starting to feel like an insatiable itch I'm refusing to scratch. I'm really not sure what's to become of me, almost positive that after an evening out on a real date with Bella I'm only going to want her more.

The only thing I'm sure of is it's only been one day since I was last inside her but my dick is getting hard just thinking about my plans for tonight. As soon as my mother is safely inside the house I slam my foot on the gas and zoom off in the direction of Coming Attractions.