A/N: Thank you everyone for all the wonderful reviews! I hope you enjoy this chapter! As much as this story IS about E&B falling in love... it's also a BDSM story! I would have loved to label it as such when picking the genre but sadly BDSM wasn't an option (but it totally should be!). Enjoy and don't forget to review. Next chapter will be Monday night.

Chapter 21:

EPOV

It's been four days since Bella pulled that little stunt of hers. It infuriated me at the time that she would try so hard to make me do something she knew was a hard limit for me. Even so, I can't believe I made her sleep in the submissive's bedroom. I've never even used it for one of my subs before. It's technically just a spare room my mother decorated, even though I insisted it was waste since everyone I knew lived about thirty seconds away. I knew making Bella sleep alone would upset her and that was my intention. I needed her to realize that what we have is a complicated blend of love and dominance. We have to respect each other's limits in both our romantic relationship and our D/S one.

I'd sent her to her room without even looking her in the eye after we fucked and it hurt me to do so. Two hours later I snuck in to check on her. She was sleeping but I could tell it was a restless slumber. She tossed and turned for nearly an hour as I watched her from the rocking chair in the corner of the room. In the morning, I came down to find Bella wearing nothing but the apron I laid out for her on the kitchen island the night before. She was taking her punishment in strides; preparing scrambled eggs, bacon, toast with jam, and home fries.

I thought it was wrong of me to enjoy the sight of her cooking practically bare like that but it stirred feelings inside me I wasn't used to having. Usually the sight of a submissive cooking in my kitchen made me uneasy, but with Bella it was almost like any other morning she'd stayed over. I knew she was still in her submissive mindset by the way she avoided eye contact and didn't speak a word to me as I entered the room and sat down at the island. I made a point to call her Bella and smiled at her when she finally looked me in the eye.

Over breakfast I explain to her again how scenes outside my playroom make me uncomfortable and she apologizes for pushing me. But throughout the discussion her submission persists. She isn't apologizing as Bella; she is trying to please her master. I don't think Bella is sorry at all for what she did last night but I really just don't know. The dynamics of our complicated relationship often leave me wondering if I can trust Bella's words and actions to be her own desires or if she's doing what any good sub would do. Does she want to cook for me whenever she's over? Quickly agree to eat at whatever restaurants I suggest? Is she too agreeable and not thinking for herself, the way a sub always defers to her Dom for decision making?

"See, this is what troubles me, Bella," I say seriously, pushing my empty breakfast plate to the center of the table. "What we did last night was surprisingly enjoyable, please believe that, but at what time today do I get my girlfriend back?"

Her brows crease in confusion and within seconds Bella is standing up from her chair and straddling my lap. I push my chair back to give her room. She's wearing only the sheer apron and my fingers caress the soft milky skin of her waist as she settles down onto me. Her hands cup my cheeks and those big brown eyes gaze into mine.

"I really am sorry for pushing you like that last night. We just hadn't played in almost a week and I missed your dominant side. But I never left you, Edward. It's been me here with you this whole time. When will you see that?" she replies softly.

I smile because there isn't much else I can do. Even as I was explaining my anger to her earlier I knew that it was partly a lie. I was shocked to think back on the events of the previous night and realize that I had in many ways enjoyed it. I didn't like Bella pressuring me but I realized that disciplining her was a huge turn on. Only a submissive could technically defy my rules and as much as I see a woman I am quickly falling in love with when I look at Bella, I also see my submissive. I've never felt that way before; the two sides of my personality intertwining like that.

"You really enjoyed what we did last night?" she questions skeptically.

"Yes," I admit sheepishly. "Not initially. I didn't like your attempts to take control, but your defiance turned me on. I liked punishing you; though in hindsight I should have just spanked you raw. I hated not having you in my bed. I can't sleep without you anymore, Bella."

Her smile lights up her face and I know instantly that she feels the same. "I don't sleep well without you either, Edward. It was a very effective punishment, trust me. I would have much preferred a good hiding," she replies teasingly.

I realize in that moment that after I fucked her on my living room sofa last night I had trouble falling asleep because it wasn't just my sub downstairs in the spare room, it was my Bella. And I wanted her next to me while we slept. I finally understand that there isn't some kind of switch in my brain that can convert Isabella into Bella and vice versa. Together they are a beautiful combination that forms the one and only woman I ever envisioned myself having a future with. You might call it an epiphany.

Bella stands and begins clearing our plates. When she turns away from me that tight little ass of hers is on full display and I just have to squeeze it. My sudden touch makes her jump but then she quickly recovers and wiggles her hips as she saunters over to the sink. I remember how badly I'd wanted to make love to her the night before and inspiration hits. I follow her to the kitchen counter and effortlessly lift her fragile frame onto the cold granite. Bella's legs wrap around my waist and she cocks an eyebrow at me; amused by my antics.

I free her breasts from the delicate fabric of the apron and lavish them with attention from my tongue and fingertips. I need to show her everything I'd planned on making her feel last night. In a hurry I drop my pajama pants to the floor and kick them aside. My fingers caress their way along her smooth flawless skin until they find the slick wetness of Bella's pussy. She is wet as always and my cock wastes no time connecting with her heat.

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It's Saturday afternoon and today is my last training session with Emmett. He watched my scene with Bella last night from the front row. I have every reason to believe that Emmett is fully committed and prepared to go off on his own with Rosalie. After today my favor to my cousin will be complete and I can get Emmett out of my playroom indefinitely.

Bella and I are there now, going over the plans I've made for the training session. I'm not convinced I like the idea of Bella participating in this but don't have much of a choice. I want to see how Emmett handles a sub and when I suggested he practice on me the look of disgust on his face was priceless. I refuse to let Rosalie back in here so that only leaves Bella. She was more than happy to offer her assistance but something feels wrong about it this time. So much has changed between Bella and I since I originally asked her to participate in Emmett's training. She's my girlfriend now, we've been on real dates, and we never spend a night apart anymore. This morning we went yard-saling and then baked cookies together. I'm a little worried about how I'll feel having another dominant in the room with us.

Emmett arrives on time and I hear him descending the basement steps. Bella is still getting ready in the dressing room when he knocks fiercely on the playroom door. I open it for him and his huge frame comes barreling inside.

"Jesus, Em," I greet him.

"Hey man. What's up?" he replies. I smirk and shake my head. I really do like Emmett.

"Nothing, man. Bella's just getting ready. I thought we could begin with the waiting position," I say getting right down to business. My words are rushed as my concerns over doing this session have me suddenly nervous.

Just then, Bella opens the dressing room door and comes out to greet Emmett. She's totally fucking nude and it takes me by complete surprise. We discussed her attire the last time she was supposed to sub for training and I just assumed she'd follow the same arrangements, which were for her to wear lingerie, and not something too skimpy. She isn't even fucking wearing pasties over her nipples. The one item I notice adorning her body is the collar I presented to her weeks earlier. Christ.

She smiles at Emmett and crosses the room with ease. He gives her that cocky grin of his and lifts his fist to her eye level. She bumps it with her own as if they were meeting in a bar or at the club instead of my fucking playroom. Emmett doesn't react to her nakedness at all. If his eyes had shifted down one millimeter this session would be over.

I am well aware that Emmett has seen my woman undressed before; so have most of the members of Coming Attractions. I don't have any hang-ups over nudity and usually feel powerful and aroused knowing everyone in the theater is looking at my submissive with appreciation or envy. Not today. This setting is different, and totally inappropriate. He's too close to her, barely three feet apart, and thinking about what I've planned for him to do to my girlfriend during this training session sends my blood pressure soaring.

It may be irrational but I take Bella firmly by the wrist and haul her naked ass back into the dressing room shutting the door behind us. I sift through a number of inappropriate outfits hanging from the rack unable to spot anything acceptable for her to wear.

"Edward, you were kind of rude just now. What's the matter with you?" Bella asks.

"Me? What's the matter with you? Why are you prancing around in front of Emmett with no clothes on?" I retort. Shit, I am a real pervert. None of the outfits I stocked in this room cover enough skin for my liking.

She fucking giggles. "Edward, I'm subbing for him, remember? You asked for my help. How is he going to learn if he can't even see my skin?"

"That's not the point. You are my submissive and I decide what you wear in that room. Understood?"

"Yes, Master," she replies. I can hear the smile in her voice. "Though it seems to me that my master might be a little bit territorial around his girlfriend?"

I turn to face her and she is indeed smiling. She likes that I'm acting like a jealous buffoon. Without responding to her accusation I take a bra and panty set off a hanger and hand them to her.

"Put these on and come back into the playroom to get into your waiting position," I say gently and kiss the tip of her nose.

I want to show Emmett the inspection position and what common things I look for. It isn't usually part of a Dom's performance at the club so I suspect he's never witnessed an inspection. It's an important ritual to keep the submissive in check, reminding her who is in control, and ensuring she follows the dom's rules. I haven't asked what kind of demands Emmett plans to make of Rosalie but that's something we can go over when Isabella isn't with us. Thinking back on the past few days I wonder if I'm the best person to be teaching anyone about controlling their submissive…

Isabella has returned to the room, her head down, and she gracefully sinks to her knees on the yoga mat I have laid out for her.

Emmett watches as I circle Bella, examining her posture and ability to keep her eyes down. He remembers this part. "Isabella, get into your inspection position," I say looking at Emmett. It's clear from his expression that he is less familiar with this pose. I point out to him how her back is perfectly straight and her fingers are laced together behind her head.

"Her hands are a variation from the usual pose. I prefer hands to be behind the head instead of lower back. It's just how I was trained and I like that it leaves her more exposed."

"The breasts are pushed out further," Emmett comments mostly to himself.

"Yes. Most doms also have certain personal hygiene and health requirements from their subs. You'll need to decide what you expect from Rosalie and then stick to it. Some common requests are waxing, exercising, dietary restrictions, wardrobe guidelines, and behavioral modifications."

"Behavioral?"

"Yes. Isabella, please stand and walk over to the bed. Lie down on your back, arms over your head," I instruct. "I've known many doms who don't allow their submissives to get tattoos. Others specify rooms of the house where they are allowed to speak freely while every other room they must keep quiet with their eyes on the floor unless instructed otherwise. Most doms ask that their subs cook meals during play weekends. And you can make other more unique rules too. I believe Mr. Jenks, Rose's first dom, required her to be naked all the time during their weekends together."

Emmett's eyebrows raise and his eyes widen. "Shit. I can ask her to do things like that?"

I chuckle at the excited tone in his voice. "You can ask her to do anything you want, Em, just remember that if you make her do things she really dislikes then playtime will be less satisfying for her. Most submissives don't like to be told to crawl on their knees or eat their meals on the floor by their master's side. If you find your submissive doesn't like a particular request you can change your methods and use that as a punishment during future playtimes. The idea is to make everything you ask of her something she finds arousing. It will intensify both your sexual experiences."

He nods intently, processing what I've told him.

"It's important to talk after your scenes and weekends together. Make sure you are both being honest with one another about what you've enjoyed and what you wouldn't want to do again."

"What sort of things do you ask of your subs?" Emmett questions; glancing over at Isabella lying prostrate on the mattress, perfectly still.

"Willingness to perform at the theater used to be my main requirement. In the past I never let subs sleep in my bed and I always ask their hair be tied back when we play. I don't like playing outside this room or the theater. And my subs were to call me Sir until they were collared. Isabella has her collar now, though she's only allowed to wear it in here or at the club."

"Can I ask her to be monogamous?" he wonders.

I smile, thinking how much Rosalie will read into that request. "Yes, absolutely. Come on, I want to show you a few more bondage techniques," I say moving over towards the bed.

I show Emmett how to tie a number of different ropes around Isabella's wrists and torso. I have him practice the hogtie last. He is a fast learner and Isabella is very patient through all the instructions. When we're done there I decide there's really only one more thing I want to show Emmett that requires Isabella's assistance. He needs to practice using the overhead apparatus. It can be tricky to time the scene properly so the submissive's arms don't grow too tired. And also, the bindings on her wrists need careful attention with the weight of her body pulling down on the restraints.

I tie Isabella's hands with the chains that hang from the apparatus above her while she sits on the padded bench below. I reach for the crank and it slowly lifts her arms over her head until she is forced to kneel on the bench. I tap the inside of her thighs until her knees are spread apart as far as she can comfortably stretch.

"Now, I like to use this position because I've found it's easier for the sub to come kneeling rather than standing," I instruct Emmett. "And also, I think the pose looks more submissive than if she were to stand up straight."

Emmett nods. "Yeah, she looks hot like that." I give him a stern glare and he wipes the smirk off his face immediately.

"Rose is tall like you, so if you have a bench like this that adjusts you can lower it until her eye level is well below yours," I continue. I lift Isabella's chin until she is looking into my eyes. I hope Emmett can appreciate the powerful exchange taking place between dominant and submissive right now. Isabella looks so beautiful like this, strung up and offering herself to me. As much as I hate the idea of Emmett seeing my girl come undone so close up there's something I've always wanted to try but haven't had the opportunity because it requires a second set of hands. Emmett's training is the first time I've ever shared my playroom with another Dom. As nervous as I was when we began this session, I've finally settled into my element and feel comfortably in control.

"Since Isabella has been such a helpful teaching aid I think we owe her something special. What do you think?" I ask my trainee.

Emmett looks a little surprised at my willingness to let him participate further but nods his head in agreement. I ask him to stand behind Isabella. "Would you like to come, pet?" I say smirking as her eyes grow wider. She nods her head, "Yes, Master."

My fingers work their way inside her panties and slowly invade her wet center. She closes her eyes and moans softly.

Never taking my eyes off hers I say, "Emmett, put your hands over Isabella's breasts and rub her nipples with your thumbs. My pet likes that, doesn't she?"

"Yes, Master," Isabella chokes out breathlessly. She moans a little more as my fingers press further up inside her.

After about a minute of this Emmett takes it upon himself to pull Isabella's bra cups up to expose her breasts. He is still standing behind her with his arms reaching around to tease her nipples. My first reaction is anger for his audacity but it quickly turns to arousal as I see the reaction on my girl's face. Her eyes are speaking the intensity of her experience and she never takes them off mine. Emmett's hands might be on my submissive right now but I am still running this show. Isabella is giving me her pleasure. I know it's for no one else but me.

"Oh, Master," she groans thrusting her hips into my hand.

It's time I engage the plan I've been fanaticizing about for a long time. I point to the wooden paddle on the back table and motion for Emmett to retrieve it. Isabella reacts to the loss of Emmett's hands so I take one of her pert nipples between my lips, biting gently. When he returns with the paddle I say to him, "Emmett, why don't you rub that over my pet's ass and show her what you've found."

He doesn't hesitate to rub the wooden paddle over Isabella's panty covered ass until she gasps in understanding. "What color, pet?" I ask.

"Green, Master. So green."

The sound of lust in her voice makes me impossibly harder and I make the spontaneous decision to rip her panties clean off her hips. She gasps in surprise and bucks her hips forward. I can hardly resist the temptation to fuck her in front of Emmett. She is so God damned sexy right now. My hands move up her torso and push her bra up over her head and wrap it around her wrists so it's out of my way.

"Are you okay, Isabella?" I question knowing this is a deviation from my original plan. Before Isabella had no qualms about being nude but I need to make certain this is still the case.

"Oh yes, Master. Please make me come," she moans.

"Shit," Emmett groans. His tone is full of admiration and it only spurs me on.

"Pet, Emmett is going to spank you with the paddle while I lick your pussy. Don't come until I give you permission."

I lean down to get the right angle and press my nose against her clit, inhaling deeply. She smells so good I waste no time tasting her with my tongue. She moans loudly as I take the first pass through her wet lips. Her hips bump into my face as the paddle makes first contact with her soft flesh. Isabella cries out in pleasure from the sensations. She inches her knees further apart to give me more access. I dip my tongue inside her entrance and then move back to her clit. Her hips continually jerk forward against my face as Emmett does his work with the paddle. My hands are free so I decide to pinch both of Isabella's erect nipples.

"Fuck," she grunts as the sensations begin to overwhelm her. I know my girl well enough to be able to tell she is getting close. The triple assault on her body is going to end in release sooner than later. I want this scene to be about her pleasure and not a lesson in orgasm control so I back off her pussy long enough for her to come back from the edge. I want her pleasure to continue a little longer.

"What color is my pet's ass, Emmett?" I ask while kissing her hip bones and mound.

"Just turning pink," he responds proudly.

"Can you take any more, pet?" I ask.

"Yes, Master. More. Please," she begs.

"Okay, Emmett, you heard my little slut. Hit her harder," I instruct. For a moment I'm worried that the walking steroid is going to hurt her. He hasn't had much practice in spankings but I'm quickly put at ease when she moans loudly from his next whack. I can feel the increased force as her hips bump into my face. I'm ready to make my girl come now.

"Come whenever you're ready, Isabella," I say softly.

My mouth returns to her pussy, licking and sucking her sensitive nub. Her heavy breathing turns into true panting and her wrists yank on the restraints overhead. I place one hand firmly over her breast and the other pushes a single finger inside her entrance. I feel her muscles clench around my finger and she comes loud and hard against my face.

Emmett has ended his assault on her behind and taken a few steps back. I reach up to release Isabella's hands and her body slumps against mine. "Em, would you mind giving us a few minutes alone? I want to say another thank you to my pet privately," I say quietly.

He clears his throat before responding. "I'll be upstairs, dude."

I carry Isabella to the bed and lay her down on the comforter. My cock is still hard as a rock and I really need to finish, but she looks so spent.

"Thank you for being the perfect submissive today, Isabella," I whisper kissing her forehead.

She smiles and opens her eyes. "Aren't you going to fuck me now?" she asks.

"What?"

"I thought that was why you sent Emmett out of the room," she replies and grasps my erection in her small hand. I jerk in response; the feel of her touching me is intense.

"Are you sure? You look so tired," I reply gently.

"I'm sure. I want to feel you inside me, Edward."

And just like that, my Bella is back. As I move my body over hers and push my pants down my legs I'm struck by the desire to make love instead of fuck. Bella was right when she said she is with me at all times; whether we're doing a scene or cuddling on the couch. She isn't two different people wrapped into one. She is one woman who can be everything I need and much, much more.