A/N: Here's the first regular chapter of Submission and Shotguns! I hope you enjoy it and I will try to reply to reviews as I receive them. I do hope you enjoyed the prologue and will enjoy this chapter as well.

Three months had passed since I had agreed to marry Edward Cullen. It turns out grandfather was being literal when he said that Edward would marry me sight unseen; something about some tradition about arranged marriages. It was supposed to prove he was willing to marry me for what I brought to his family, not for what I looked, or didn't look, like. Not that I thought he would be disappointed.

I wasn't vain, don't get me wrong. Yet I knew I was pretty, in the girl next door kind of way. Long, wavy mahogany hair that went to my mid-back. Warm, chocolate-brown eyes that grandpa always said looked kind. My skin was pale, like porcelain with just a hint of cream, like honey-dosed milk. I wasn't tall, only about five foot, three inches, and I wasn't muscular but toned from daily running. My family insisted I remain healthy, so I jogged on the treadmill every morning, and on good days I would run outside.

Today was the day, though. The day I would wed. My mother was a scatter-brained mess. I had even met Edward's mother and she was just as teary as Renee. The room was filled with bridesmaids, most of whom I didn't know as they were from the groom's side. Yet, my best friend Angela was here, along with Rosalie and Leah. We all grew up together and stayed in touch. When I found out I needed eight bridesmaids, they were the only three I could come up with. The other five were Edward's sisters, cousins, and family friends I was told: Alice Cullen, Jessica Stanley, Lauren Mallory, Maggie, and Carmen(I wasn't given their surnames and wasn't going to pry).

I heard from Esme that she hoped to create some matches between bridesmaids and groomsmen today, at least for those that weren't already paired, such as Angela and Ben, and Alice Cullen and Jasper Whitlock. There was also an Emmett McCarty, Sam Uley, Seth Clearwater, Eleazar Santiago, and of all the weirdness in the world, two of my old dominants, Michael and Tyler. I admit that one had me nervous but there was nothing to be done about it. I didn't think they would just blurt out what I was to them, after all, and it would be good to see them again. We'd parted on good terms. Just a desire to grow on both sides that none of us thought we could do staying where we were.

My bridesmaids all wore emerald silk halter-style gowns that went to their calves; the gowns were paired with gold and emerald kitten heel sandals. The flower girl, a thirteen year old named Jane, wore a knee-length emerald dress with gold tulle which fluffed the skirt out some. She also had a gold sash around her waist. It truly was a magnificent dress which didn't make her look too much older than she was, but gave her a maturity she otherwise lacked.

Now, my gown I thought was breathtaking in simplicity. Strapless ivory silk clung to my torso, its sweetheart neckline accentuating my cleavage. Crystals scattered across the top of the bodice, sweeping in an asymmetrical arc to where the fabric flared into a broad princess-style skirt which fell all the way to the floor, the back sweeping behind me in an elegant cathedral train. Half my bridesmaids would make sure the train stayed where it was supposed to. More beading scattered in swathes across the skirt, making it sparkle in the light. Closer inspection made the beading look like a pinwheel, with the hem between bodice and skirt its center. My long hair was pulled up into an elegant chignon with a diamond tiara crowning it and making me look like the princess I apparently was, at least in the Mafia world. My shoes were simple silk stilettos, being not really visible at all.

It was time, now that all were dressed and I was ready. Time to walk down the aisle to my groom. I wouldn't be able to see him until he lifted the veil for our first kiss, the veil was made of so many layers of lace and tulle to prevent just that thing. My father took my arm, whispering that he wouldn't let me fall, then started guiding me towards my destiny. The wedding march was being played by an orchestra it sounded like. I could hear the strings, the harp, the piano, the flute and clarinet. There were other instruments, too, and it was breathtaking to hear. Dad led me slowly, and it seemed it took a lifetime before I heard the priest ask, "Who gives this woman to this man?" I heard dad respond that he and my mother did before my hand was placed in a soft, large hand which squeezed mine gently. I smiled behind my veil, squeezing back. I felt my hand tugged, pulling me gently in a specific direction and waited quietly, still smiling.

I didn't pay much attention to the priest as he conducted our ceremony. Instead I felt the slightly calloused hand holding mine rub my fingers lightly. I could feel the warmth of his hand and wondered what it would be like to be wed to this man, who seemed so gentle with me already. I looked forward to getting to know him. My nerves were gone. I joyfully said "I do" when the time came and my head was tilted upwards as he lifted my veil. Before me was tousled bronze hair and bright emerald eyes and a face I recognized. He bent his lips towards mine, and I whispered a breathless, "Sir," as they brushed lightly across my own, the kiss deepening slightly after he registered my words. He kept it chaste, sweet, tender, and pulled away, it seemed, reluctantly.

He held my gaze after our kiss ended, eyes never leaving mine as the priest announced us as Mr. and Mrs. Edward Cullen. Finally he leaned in to whisper softly, "It seems we must talk, my wife. Tonight, once we're alone." I could only nod, still feeling breathless at my recognition of this man. I had seen him many times before, and admittedly had always hoped for a chance to truly meet him. Timing never worked out, as when I was seeking a dominant, he had a submissive, and vice versa. Now, he was my husband. My husband! Mine…

I couldn't stop myself from gazing adoringly at him. I didn't know him personally, but submissives talk. I knew he was good at pushing limits without causing his subs to use their safe word. I was excited and trying not to hope that maybe he would be willing to be both dom and husband. I hoped we would talk about that tonight. For now, though, I had to concentrate on the reception, though his fingers caressing my own, the light touch of his lips across my cheek, and the feel of his muscular thigh against mine were very distracting. There was no awkwardness in our new marriage. He treated me as he would treat someone he loved, cherished. I could see this marriage working out. I could see myself respecting him, as he embraced me as part of his life completely.

We got through pictures without incident. There was something about being in his arms that was calming. Even the glares from guests as we went through our receiving line didn't bother me. I knew there was bound to be those upset that Edward had wed, as more than likely some of our guests were glaring at him as well. I had turned down several men in years as vice president of my grandfather's company. I hadn't wanted a vanilla relationship, and found myself hoping I wouldn't be stuck in one now that I had recognized Edward.

We both played up the cutting of the cake, and the flash of the camera was nearly blinding. Then came our first dance. He led me to the floor and took me gently into his arms, with a soft smile on his face. His voice was soft, velvety, as he spoke close to my ear, "So, I get to speak with you semi privately for a few moments. Seeing you was a surprise, though a pleasant one. We will have to speak of our… lifestyle, once we're alone later. Decide what we want to do. I want this marriage to work, Isabella. I want to keep you and your family safe."

I ducked my head, feeling oddly shy. Part of it, I know, was the power of this man. The sub in me recognized the dom in him. I wanted to submit to him. Later couldn't come quick enough though I knew we had to get through the reception. I felt proud to be this man's wife, since he just wanted to keep us safe. I blush as I realize I haven't said anything in my rambling thoughts and turn my head to brush my lips across his cheek lightly before saying, "I want this to work as well. Before it was even official, I had broken my contract with my last… partner. I made an agreement to marry you and you will never have to worry about me breaking the vows we made. I swear it."

"Thank you, Isabella," he murmured softly in my ear, letting his lips graze my cheek. I couldn't stop the sigh of content at my name on his lips and the feel of them on my skin. "I swear my fidelity to you. Even should we never have a normal marriage, no other woman or man shall grace my bed without your permission." I smiled up at him, the dance coming to a close and he escorted me to my father, for our dance.

Dad, for all his gruffness, was pretty gentlemanly. He could lead me around the dance floor like a pro. Not that anyone would know unless they saw him. He always looked hesitant and unsure, a bit like a country bumpkin with his mustache. I adored him for it, well, for everything honestly. He was silent as he led me in our dance. I knew it was because he couldn't say I was marrying for love. He couldn't threaten Edward because we all knew that would not go over well. He just had to hand his little girl over and hope for the best. As the music ended, I leaned up to kiss my dad's cheek, whispering softly, "I love you, daddy. You will always be my hero." His smile at that was blinding, before he kissed my forehead and softly said, "And I will always be your number one fan, honey. He ever hurts you, you come to me."

I giggled as he led me back to my new husband, handing me over with a bow and a wink at Edward. I smiled up at Edward, allowing my body to rest against his in what would look like an adoring pose to our guests. His head leaned against mine as his arm wrapped around my waist and he murmured quietly, "It will be time for the bouquet and garter toss soon, then we'll get out of here, Isabella." A blush lit up my cheeks at the thought and I heard him chuckle behind me, no doubt feeling the redness that bloomed across my face. I had no time to reply, for as if by magic, his mother appeared to lead me across to the dais I was to toss my bouquet from. All the single girls lined up, and people started cheering for their favorite. I was spun in a circle, blindfolded, before being stopped with my back to the crowd. I felt clumsy as I tossed the bouquet and it wasn't long before I heard a loud cheer and I tore off my blindfold as I spun back around. I squealed in excitement as I saw my friend Rosalie with the bouquet.

Esme brought out a chair with a wicked smirk as the crowd started chanting Edward's name and my blush came back. This was mortifying regardless of how well I knew the groom, and it only made it worse that I didn't really know him. He smirked at me, a crooked grin, before kissing my forehead and kneeling on the ground. "Smile, Isabella," he whispered to me, before he sunk down and ducked under my skirt. I could feel his hands climbing my legs and couldn't stop the shiver as they rose higher and higher on my bare flesh. I could feel his chuckle in his chest as it was pressed against my knee, before I felt his lips ghost against my thigh. I bit my lip to keep from moaning, as it had been awhile since I'd last been touched anywhere near anything like this. I felt his teeth scrape my flesh before he gently tugged the garter lower, emerging triumphantly from my skirts a moment later.

He rose, turning to face the crowd with the garter raised high above his head, and more cheers rang through the room. Now the single men moved forward and it was Edward's turn to be blindfolded and spun around before he launched the garter to the crowd. Emmett, Edward's cousin, had caught it, and he looked at Rosalie with a wink, letting out a wolf whistle and calling out, "Hell yeah! I can work with the bridesmaid and groomsmen tradition of getting together with you, sweetheart!" The whole room laughed, and Rosalie just shook her head, turning her back to Emmett and I grinned. She liked him! It would be interesting to see how this worked out!

Edward grabbed my hand and started tugging me towards the reception's elevator. I looked at him curiously, as we hadn't said goodbye or anything. He shrugged, saying, "I told mom we were leaving. We have things to discuss, after all, and I want to have some time with my new bride before exhaustion puts us out for the night. That okay?"

I couldn't stop my smile as I nodded, though then I grinned impishly as I replied, "Yes, sir."