Chapter 21

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. Just in case you were wondering.

Warning: This is a Fetish Fic. If you can't or shouldn't be handling it…don't.

Story Note: Each chapter will switch POV. No standard on length. It switches when the other one wants to talk to me.

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Ch 21

EPOV

Bella was everything I could imagine and so much that I couldn't. I was simply amazed at how she could blush when I flirted with her as we walked through the gardens but be as bold as a vixen by begging me to fuck her up against a tree.

I did all that and more. With the amount of sex happening in the house now I was sure that every possible surface had been christened by one couple or another. Thankfully my mother never said a word when she had to order a replacement piece of furniture because it got broken with all of our vigorous activities. Surprisingly, Alice and Jasper were most guilty of this particular offense.

Hearing her tinkling bells as she went about the house also became so common place that no one even noticed any more when Jasper said "That's 27, Alice," and she giggled "28," wiggling something or other in reply.

Rose and Emmett were absolutely amazing to watch. He was loving and kind and soft as a teddy bear. She was rough and fiery and melted completely at his smallest touch. More than once I could swear it was Emmett I heard yelp after a sharp smack echoed from their room. The image the sound invoked burned my brain but they were deliriously happy.

Bella and I spent the next couple of weeks learning each other's bodies and minds. We agreed that neither of us knew enough about either each other or who we were with the other to make any firm statements of what we could or could not do.

At first I was reluctant to give in to some of Bella's arguments regarding this fact. My unease with all the abuse she had been through in the guise of "training" led me to want to treat her with kid gloves while at the same time fighting my own passionate desires to give in to some of her dark requests whispered in a moment of passion.

She argued that we couldn't know what either of us really liked or wanted with the other until we tried it. Therefore we came to the agreement that we would try anything we wanted and if we didn't like it then we wouldn't do it again.

We spent hours in our bed talking and making love and talking some more. She confessed to me that she really liked it when I told her what to do and took control, not just sexually but especially with regards to sex. She claimed that calling me 'Master' comforted her with the knowledge that she belonged to and was loved by someone. That I was hers as much as she was mine - her Master not someone else's.

I had suspicions that it was just too much of her training beat into her. I insisted that we try things that she might find uncomfortable in order to bring her out of her shell and give her the opportunity to be in charge more in a given situation.

The idea actually came from Emmett. He, Jasper and I were out walking the grounds on a rare sunny day. We made it a habit to leave the girls with our mother for sewing lessons every morning. This gave us the opportunity to talk out problems we might be having. This was the main reason we wanted to do this together. If Emmett had taken his turn alone at 21 then we'd have no experience to help guide him through whatever problems he would have been facing. But now that we were all going through it together, we were able to share experiences with greater empathy.

"She is just so submissive but I'm scared to death that it's not a natural state for her and one day she's just going to explode and it's all going to come flying out. That or she'll bottle it up and it will eat away at her until there's nothing left of her." I confessed to my brothers when we came to rest beside the stream that flowed through the northwest corner of the property.

"Why don't you test her then?" Emmett asked, chunking rocks into the water. "You know, make her take the reins and see if she likes it. I did that with Rose. She liked it…a lot." He grinned and waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"T. M. I., Emmett!" I shoved his shoulder.

Jasper laughed and plucked a long stalk of grass from the ground and stuck it between his teeth to chew. He laid back against the ground with his arms folded behind his head.

"Bubba's got a point, Eddie," he drawled. Where he managed to get a southern accent in the middle of Washington State, I'll never know. "If she likes it then it will help her. If she hates it then you don't have to worry about her being a minefield."

We set about discussing ideas for what such a test would look like with Emmett offering way too many details about his and Rosalie's sex life. I needed some brain bleach but I did come away with lots of good plans.

Most of them made Bella uncomfortable. She was more comfortable if it was an area she was very familiar with like cooking. My mother let her choose all the meals and food for a whole day, giving no suggestions or guidance. Bella was able to pick with relative ease but she asked me a hundred times what I liked, what I wanted, and what would please me. I continued to give non-committal answers that I could tell frustrated her to no end. In the end she was able to do it and said that it "wasn't totally awful."

In areas where she lacked experience, like choosing what movie the whole family would watch, she was much more uncomfortable. She was nearly in tears before she finally just closed her eyes and pointed at one. Everyone abided by her choice happily but she begged me never to make her do it again.

Sexually I put the same type plan in practice. I took a whole evening and explained that she was going to have to plan it and be responsible for everything we did. I assured her that I would participate willingly and happily with everything she requested of me no matter how ridiculous she thought it was. Her questions were never ceasing and she needed constant reassurance that night. She had a hard time coming up with a plan at all, a testament to both her inexperience and her submissiveness, and executing it was nearly painful for her. I didn't tell her, but it was a little comical to watch. She fidgeted and fussed and blushed like crazy, fumbling all over herself.

We lay in the bed discussing the outcome into the wee hours of the early morning. She told me that not only was she uncomfortable but she didn't like it. She didn't find herself being as aroused or as able to respond to me if she was telling me what to do. She didn't like being in that much control and she felt her orgasms had suffered because of it.

We arranged to reverse the next evening so that she could compare. What surprised me about that night was my reaction. "Her night" had brought me pleasure, no doubt. She was really amazing to watch, so beautiful and sexy in her innocence and blush. But I found myself harder and much more excited when I could watch her rush to obey me.

My cock swelled in memory of her bouncing above me when it was her turn but I nearly exploded in my pants when she lay below me with bound hands and feet spread. I never really realized just how much I enjoyed that particular flavor when it came to sex.

Emmett had said that he was okay with Rose 'being the boss' more often than not because he had nothing to prove. He was secure enough in his masculinity that he didn't need to paddle her backside to prove that he could.

"Do you really think that's all it is?" I asked him as we stood out on the patio watching Jasper grill the steaks for supper. "'Little Man Syndrome' - that someone like that just has something to prove?" I was nervous about what my own reactions said about me.

I'd never thought of having something to prove by it. At the time I hadn't been able to think about anything other than seeing Bella spread out for me and how her eyes glistened with trust and love and lust.

"Naw, there's something to be said for her offering that nice tight ass up to me but I don't need it from her like that. Especially not, because I see what effect it has on her. It takes her back to a place that isn't nice. She doesn't get off on it at all. She thinks that's what made her trainers loose control with her in the first place – she wasn't having the response they were trying to train her to have, no matter what they did to her. If she liked it, I'd probably like it more. Rose gets all hot and bothered when the roles are reversed, and, damn there ain't nothing sexier than getting your woman drippin' for you, no matter how you do it." He elbowed me good naturedly taking another sip of his beer and I had to agree with him. I'd do anything to bring Bella the greatest amount of pleasure. It always came back to me ten-fold.

"What about what you like? If Rose could be anything you wanted her to be, would you prefer she liked you more in charge?" I rubbed the back of my neck knowing I was getting dangerously close to the heart of the issue bothering me.

I wasn't fooling either of them. Jasper pointed the fire poker at me. "You like it," he grinned. "You dirty little perv!"

Emmett laughed and slapped me on the back. "Well, what do ya know? Straight-laced Eddie likes to tie sweet little Bella up and do naughty-naughty things!"

"I should've known better than to have a serious conversation about sex with you two." I frowned and chugged the rest of my beer.

"Well, with him at least," Jasper swung the poker up at Emmett this time. "I, however, am fully capable of talking about your deviance with a perfectly straight face." He nearly made it, too, until Emmett doubled over laughing.

"I'm going to get another beer." I said heading away from tweedle-dee and tweedle-dumbass.

"No. No. Come on, Edward. We're sorry. Seriously." Emmett grabbed my arm and pulled me back towards them. "Sorry. We just couldn't resist a little teasing, but we're done now. Come on. Tell us the truth. What has you so worried?"

Narrowing my eyes at them I looked for any hint of a trap before speaking again. "Bella. I did what you said about forcing her to 'take the reins' and she hated it. I tried lots of different things, not just sex. She didn't like any of it. She claims that she is happier when she knows what I want and she can do it for me. But I'm worried that she's just been turned into a robot with all that training shit."

I looked down into the bottom of my empty beer bottle weighing my next words carefully. The idea would be radical, even between us. Taking a deep breath, I mumbled, "I wish I could talk to her dad – see what she was like before."

Emmett's mouthful of beer promptly erupted from between his lips all over the, thankfully, closed lid of the grill. Jasper looked around for possible eavesdroppers.

"You can't be serious, man!" Jasper whispered furiously and incredulously. "You can't do that! Do you have any idea how much shit you would bring down on us if you did that?"

"I didn't say I was going to do it, Jazz. I just said I wish I knew her before her training so I'd know whether she is naturally submissive or not."

Emmett was still wiping the beer from his shirt when he responded. "I understand what you're saying but you better just get that thought out of your head right now. Look, I say if she hated it one way and likes it the other then just go with it, especially if you like it too. Take her down to the playroom and try some of that kinky shit out down there. God knows dad's got enough of it." We all shivered at the thought of our parents in that room.

I nodded my head at them again and let myself think of some of the things I'd like to do down there.