You all have waited sooooooo long and soooooooooo patiently for this that I truly hope it isn't a HUGE disappointment. I struggled for months, literally, to get Master and lass's voices back into my brain and I'm not sure I actually do them justice with this. You be the judge. Just don't...you know...kill me and shit:D

Thank you to my AMAZING beta, Trip. She is...ahhhhhmazing. Thank you, Trip, with all my heart and lack of comma usage:D

To my amazing pre-readers, who did NOT pre-read this gem...Heather and Abby, I thought you deserved at least one surprise;)

Sorry...I went through the motions of correcting everything my darling beta red penned but when I saved it something happened so I originally posted the NON BETA'D version. It's right now:D


Confessions

"Isabella," his voice is so smooth as he says my name, sliding a bowl of stew in front of me. "I'd like to take ye to a party this weekend. A play party, ye ken."

My hands hovers over my bowl, the steam and aroma winding it's way to my nose and making me salivate. Or perhaps the idea of Master and I at a play party is what has my mouth watering. I dare not look into his eyes and simply nod my acceptance.

"Look at me, lass. " The moment my eyes meet his I melt into my chair. "I'm askin' ye, no forcin' ye. It will happen, ye can count on that, but if ye're not yet ready then we'll wait."

Spine straightening, I sit up and smile my best before answering.

"Master, I'm ready. Please, may I go with you to the party."

His smile, immediate and radiant, has me panting with want.

"Aye, ye may go. Noo eat yer food, lass. Ye've a need to show me how much ye appreciate my generosity."

His accompanying wink forces the whimper I'd been keeping under wraps up and out of my mouth, just as I shove my first spoonful of stew into my mouth. I'm surprised daily that I haven't spontaneously combusted due to Master's ability to keep me needy and wanting. You'd think after nearly six months together as Master and sub that he wouldn't have quite the same effect on me but, he does and then some.

({UTMK})

Nervousness has never been an issue in my life, until I fell at the feet of one Mr. Edward MacCullen. The man makes me nervous in the most delicious ways. However, tonight it's not him that has got me tied up in knots, metaphorically speaking, of course. No, tonight I will be accompanying him to my first play party.

Master chose my clothing with care and instructed me to keep my eyes down and my back straight. He said we'd observe tonight but if I was very good he might give the other partygoers a little show, nothing too over the top.

I let his warm words of reassurance flow through me, aiding my attempts at calming my shaking hands, as I pull my outfit. He's opted for a pair of white, ruffled, and crotchless panties, along with a sheer white bra sporting an innocent blue bow in the very center. Holding up the shirt I realize he truly means to show me off. Light filters through the material and I realize with all surety, my nipples will be quite evident through the flimsy fabrics covering them. I'm still glad for the covering. Being completely naked would be too much for me to deal with I think. After buttoning the gauzy oxford shirt all the way to my throat I hold up the kilt. Well, it's really more the size of a hand towel and will cover nearly nothing but Master has laid it out so there really is no room for consideration of exactly how much of my body I'm going to show. It's his call and I will abide by it as I do all other things while we're playing.

Twisting and turning in front of the full-length mirror, I am struck by the thought that I look so very much like a naughty schoolgirl. From the high ponytail to the Mary Janes on my feet my image screams "I've been a baaaaaad girl". With a giggle I head to the playroom and assume the proper position. My thoughts and the slight creaking of the floor above me are my only company for the several minutes it takes to settle into my "subspace" and finally calm down completely.

Just as my knees and thighs are beginning to protest, Master's boot-clad feet come into view.

"Ye look lovely, lass. Noo, I'd like ta go o'er some rules for the night. Ye're to always be at my side, ye ken? If ye need to relieve yerself, all ye need do is tug on my sleeve. There'll be nae talking as ye'll not be talked to, howe'er, if somethin' makes ye uncomfortable, all ye need do is use yer safe words. If ye have a question it's best saved for our return home. Ye may speak in the car goin' both ways."

He squats at my side and tugs on my hair lightly. "I'll take care o' ye, lass. That I promise. Naeone'll harm ye. This is merely a chance for ye to see other submissives in action, ye ken? Ye may answer by nodding."

A quick nod and smile earn me a pinch on the nipple and a husky laugh from Master.

"Up ye get, lass. Oh! I've nearly forgotten the best part o' the even'n!" I hear a rustle of paper just before I feel Master's hands work my shirt collar up. "I'd thought aboot puttin' a nice leash on ye for the even'n but ye've been such a good lass and learnt how to heel so well that I thought perhaps a matching tie would suffice. If ye lag too far behind or forget yer place you'll receive a tug. For ev'ry tug ye get that's one swat with my discipline paddle."

I know without looking up that he's leveled his "ye'd do best to nae disappoint me, lass" stare and I simply nod.

"Noo, we're ready to go, lass. Up on yer feet and I'll meet ye by the doors."

{(UTMK)}

In the car Master explains that the party we're attending is at a small club and is owned by a friend of his. Apparently Liam Pentworth is a very well known businessman from London but moved to Edinburgh several years ago to open his club and live a simpler life. For my part, I'm not sure how training subs and Doms can be a simpler life but whatever floats ones boat and all that.

Eyes down and silent I follow Master into the club and am immediately hit with a wall of lustful sounds and heavy beats. I dare not look up as I've been instructed that unless expressly given permission my eyes are to stay on my own feet. Lost in my thoughts I realize I've lost sight of Master's boots and nearly scream as I'm tugged to his side by my tie.

"One, lass. I doonae hope ye plan to make this a habit tonight, aye?"

My cheeks flame and the knowledge that one swat is due me later makes my legs feel a bit like jelly. If I can keep it to one then I might even enjoy the punishment.

I make sure Master's boots never stray from my sight as he weaves in and out of half naked and leather clad bodies. When he finds a seat he's happy with I simply kneel beside him, head down, hands behind my back.

"Edward! So good to see you, mate. Is this the lovely Isabella you've mentioned so often?"

Because I'm in my proper position I can't see who is talking but I sit just a bit straighter for my Master's benefit.

"Och, it is, Liam. This is her first outin' with me and she's doin' fine I'd say." His hand has fallen to my head and is gently petting me. Leaning slightly into his hand I stop just short of purring.

"Will you show us a bit of your skill with the paddle tonight then? I've a group of three new Master's who would love to witness the great Master Edward in his element."

"Sorry to disappoint, Liam but I've told my lass we're here to simply watch, not participate. Perhaps ye can set a time for me to do a small presentation some other even'n? "

"That sounds feasible. Enjoy the party, and let me know if you need anything."

"I've a need to go to the loo, lass. Up and follow. Ye can wait just outside for me."

For the first time since I entered the place in my head that makes right the fears I had for tonight, I'm nervous. There will be a door between Master and I. If I were just plain Bella this wouldn't bother me in the slightest, but when I assume the imaginary mantle as Master's "lass" I find it hard to keep silly fears at bay. Leaning hard on my need to please him I hold fast and simply follow, kneeling outside of the door as he's expecting me to.

Deep breathing and calming thoughts are interrupted by a hand on my cheek and an unfamiliar voice.

"My but you're a fine specimen. Who do you belong to, girl?"

As Master instructed me not to speak I sit still and keep quiet, praying that I'll be saved soon enough.

The hand on my cheek moves to my ponytail and yanks it back harshly. My eyes refocus, dealing with the pain radiating through my scalp, and I'm looking into brown eyes that are narrowed under intensely angry brows.

"I asked you a question girl. Answer me or I'll find your Master and demand a punishment."

The angry Dom above me yanks my head back again and all I can do is squeak. This is beginning to be more than scary and before I can shake my head his idle hand reaches down to grab my chin with a harshness meant to cause pain.

"Red." I breathe out. "RED!"

I'm fighting the hold this maniac has on me as Edward rushes from the bathroom and pushes the Dom away.

"What the bloody fucking' HELL are ye doin' to my sub, ye mangy fuckin' bastard?"

"I…I…wha?"

The man stumbles back and trips over his words and his feet under the deadly stare of a raging Edward Cullen. Master's hands are clenched and his chest is rising and falling with alarming quickness making each breath audible.

"Ye'd do best to get the FUCK outta my sight. I'll be takin' this up with Master Liam. Ye've broken nearly ev'ry rule of the house, ye fucker. GO!"

The minute he sees the man stumble into the custody of secruity, who promptly escort out of the club, Master turns to me and scoops me up, holding me close to his chest.

"Och lass. I'm so fucking sorry." He mumbles this over and over as he carries me out of the club and to the car.

"It's okay, sir. Really. I'm fine, just a bit…shaken."

Gentle hands turn my face toward him. "It's nae fine, lass. Nae at all." Warm fingers trace what I assume are red fingerprints left behind after the rough handling of my chin. "If he'd hit ye I might ha'e killed him. Ye mean…fuck, Isabella. Doonae ye ken how much ye mean to me? If ye'd been hurt…" He shakes his head and leans his forehead against mine.

I'm struck with the amazing care this man takes with me. Not for the first time I wonder why I denied my feelings for him for so long. Every time I see him or he touches me as either Edward or Master, I feel a spark in my belly and a longing in my heart.

Love.

For him.

Consuming in a way that doesn't steal my identity but rather adds a nice shiny layer to it.

"I'm fine, Mast…Edward. Truly. I think my screaming and fighting back likely stave off his attempts to assert his dominance."

Those amazing green eyes are turned on me and I melt further into the feelings of warmth and safety they offer.

"Really, I'm fine."

Leaning forward with a lazy nonchalance that does nothing to diminish the pain in his eyes he kisses me.

"Wha' ha'e ye done to me, Isabella?"

Sweet, soft kisses turn heated and hungry and are interrupted by our arrival back at his home.

Moving with all the grace of a dancer, he keeps me secure in his arms and adjusts to get out of the car. I move to stand on my own but am rewarded with a pinch to my ass and a swift shake of his head. The trip into the house is nothing but a blur of green eyes and soft, unrelenting lips. Absently I wonder how he can steer us through his enormous house without so much as breaking the kiss we're sharing, but I find I'm wasting precious thoughts on something when I should just be giving into the sensation of his lips dominating and devouring mine.

"I need ya, Isabella. Noo but I think we need to talk first."

When I open my eyes I realize he's set me on his bed and is trying to pry my arms from his neck. The frown that develops between my brows is smoothed away by his fingers before he stands back and starts to pace.

"Permission to speak candidly, Master?"

"Och, it's just Edward right the noo, Isabella. So please speak as ye will. It's the least I can do for ye after the debacle the even'n turned into."

"It wasn't your fault…Edward. Men like that aren't true Dom's, they're bullies and he would have found a way to bully someone else if it hadn't been me. Thankfully I knew I could trust you and that if I used my safe word you'd know there was something wrong."

The hole he's trying to wear into the beautiful oriental carpet gets a break when he stops and stares at me. His features morph from intense anger to sadness to something I'd like to hope is admiration.

"What did I do to deserve ye, Isabella?" He shakes his head and rakes his long fingers through his hair, leaving it standing on end on one side. It's the first time I can ever remember him looking adorably flustered and still very…..him.

"You're you and you give me what I need. When you're Master you give me the discipline and attention I crave. When you're Edward you push me intellectually and make me laugh. You're just….you." I shrug.

The man that has always had all the composure of the most stoic aristocrat walks toward me and falls at his knees, laying his head in my lap looking every bit the lost little boy.

"I think…" He sighs and moves his hands to my outer thighs while his cheek rubs against the tops. "Nae, that's nae right. I knoow I love ye, Isabella. It's nae been a year of falling and noo I'm lost to yer attentions." He sucks in a breath and lifts his head to look me in the eyes. "If ye'll ha'e me I'd like to be more than just yer Master. I'd like to be yer man."

I stare, my heart beats wildly, and I feel a bit like I'm floating.

"You want that? Really? Because I can't be your lass all the time, Edward. I love the time we spend as Master and lass. I do. It's just that I still need to be me. Just Bella. You'd want just Bella beside you as well?"

"Aye, Just Bella. So much, ye ken. So much. Do ye think ye could handle me? Edward the pushy, out spoken arse?"

I laugh even as I see my tears splash on my thighs. "Most definitely. God. I've wanted to tell you how much I love you for a good few months now but I just didn't…I didn't think…Damn it. I didn't think you'd want me. I'm still a bit hot headed when I'm not exercising my submissive side. I might piss you off or yell at you or pull you into an argument just because I can. I didn't think you'd want that."

My sobs sound so loud in the quiet room but I can't stop them. After the evening we've had and the declarations floating around us, I'm just strung out on high intensity feelings.

Warm, strong arms pull me down onto the floor and into Edward's lap. His hands slide up and down my back and he shushes me sweetly.

"I cannae say I'm lookin' forward to yer sass but I think we've learnt enough 'bout one another to work through it, ye ken. Och, life without you during the week is near on unbearable and living for Wednesdays and the weekends isn't a real life."

"I know. God, this is real, isn't it? You love me? I know I love you. We can do this, right? Make it work."

"If any two people in the world can make a go of this, it's ye and I, sweetheart. Shall I take this all as a yes then?"

"Yes, Edward. I want nothing more than for you to be my man and my Master."

Lifting my head I rain watery kisses on his chin, cheeks, and finally lips. His groan as I squirm in his lap tickles my lips and makes me moan in return. Quick as a whip I'm on my back and he's ripping my tiny clothes off of me with haste.

"Need ya, Bella. So damn much."

"Yes. Please. OH God!"

One hand finds the slit in my panties and plays me in a way only he can while he continues to help me peel out of my shirt and bra. My brain feels like it's melting with all the sensation, and I barely have enough wits about me to fumble with his pants and release his cock, which throbs with every pass of my hand.

"Fuck. Can't get them off you. Just…now, Edward. Please. Take me now!"

An expletive or three later he's entering me with a fierce thrust.

"Slow and steady later, Bella. Right the noo I cannae hold back."

And with that he shows me just what not holding back means. Each thrust pushes me across the carpet until my head is nearly under the bed. I'm fighting to keep myself from laughing at the way we must look when he reaches down and flicks my clit three times with expert precision. My orgasm races through me, setting my body on fire. I'm so overcome that I can't even scream, only seize up and grab onto him. The moment he comes we both start to melt back into the floor beneath us until I hear a thud.

"Fucking shit damn! Och, sweetheart. I should really open my eyes afore leaning in to kiss ye. How'd yer head get under there?" Lifting the dust ruffle I tilt my head out and to the side to look at him and giggle.

"You, that's how. You literally fucked me under the bed."

He laughs hard and when I laugh with him he moans.

"Aye, do that again, Bella. When ye laugh ye grip my cock like a vice."

So much for laughing. The image he's just painted has me panting and moaning, not laughing. But I can still flex those muscles to do the job.

({UTMK})

Several hours, two showers, and a small nap later I'm lying beside my Edward smiling. He's still sleeping like the dead but his lips twist into a smile every time my fingers do a light circuit around his belly button.

I watch my fingers move around his chest and stomach and just let the words we've said soak in.

He loves me.

I love him.

We'll make this work.

Soft kisses follow my fingers as I push the light blanket off his hips and continue my trail through the smattering of hair low on his stomach. I see his cock twitch and I smile, moving my fingers all around but never touching his rapidly hardening erection. Just as I'm about to kiss the slightly purple head I feel hot hands still my own.

"Och, Bella. Are ye gonna tease me or fuck me, sweetheart?"

Pulling back I gaze up at him, pretending to consider my options.

"Well, I'd intended to suck you off as a nice wake up call but now that you mention it a nice hard ride sounds nice too."

My eyes travel from his face to his cock and back and I smile before quickly mounting him like a prized steed.

"What do ya say, Edward? Would you like me to ride you like I would one of the fine mounts in your stable?" I'm walking a very fine line right now and I know it, given the heated stare I'm receiving and the ornery quirk to his lips.

"I'm nae so sure I like yer cheeky side, sweets. But I am a touch curious aboot yer skills atop a stallion. So give it a go, ye ken and if I'm nae happy then I'll give ye a proper fuckin' afore I deliver that swat ye earned…" He cranes his neck to see the time before laying back down "Last night. Do we ha'e a deal?"

His hand is sticking out for me to shake but instead I suck his index finger into my mouth and moan.

"Oh, we've got a deal. Prepare yourself to be ridden hard, my handsome Scotsman. I take no prisoners."

"I'm a lucky bastard, Bella. Truly." His smile is wicked and full of promise. "I love ye, sweetheart. Now show me what my Yankee woman is made of."

His demand is laced with a dare to prove him wrong and for the remaining early hours of the morning, I set about doing just that.

And succeed.


Epilogue to follow in just a few moments, dearies!

xoxo

LadyV