Title: Taking Charge.

Summary: Rosalie Hale has a kink. All she needs is to find someone who will let her play.

Disclaimer: The author does not own any publicly recognizable characters herein. No copyright infringement intended.


"Mmm yeah. Right there. That's so good, baby." I tried my hardest not to make my voice sound as hollow as the feeling my fiancé evoked in me.

Don't get me wrong, Royce is ... okay, for lack of a better word. Business suits during the week and Polo shirts with khakis on the weekends. Only believes in having sex missionary style and refuses to even consider the possibility of oral. Add in a large inheritance and a dash of bigotry, and you have your typical pretentious, entitled douche. He's nowhere near as bad as his father, James King. Now there's a grade-A asshole. Looks down upon people of colour and will outwardly mock any member of the LGBTQ+ community. Also believes women should be seen but not heard. No, Royce is nowhere near as bad as that. He's at least cordial to my cousin Jasper. He doesn't agree with his lifestyle, but he doesn't berate him for it either.

Jasper is known as the black sheep of the Hale/Whitlock clan. Outwardly gay with an extremely popular drag act, Jazz is frowned upon by most of our family. Not me, though. Jasper is my favorite family member. Our twin mothers had us within days of each other, and we grew up as close as cousins could be. He's my best friend and confidante. He knows how much I don't want to marry Royce, but our engagement is that of a business deal, not one of love.

It wasn't until I felt the shift of Royce's weight off of me that I realised he had finished. He left me lying on the stark white sheets while he went into the bathroom to dispose of the condom.

I sat up, swung my legs over the edge of the bed, and pulled on my silk robe, waiting for Royce to get out of the bathroom so I could use it. Yeah, we definitely weren't one of those couples who use the bathroom together. His views were that bathroom moments were private and shouldn't be shared with other people. He always used the shower first after sex, too. Claims that the spermicide inside the condoms irritates his foreskin, and he can't wait while I shower first. I downright refused to have unprotected sex with him when he brought it up one evening, so I compromised and let him have the first shower. It gave me time to myself for ten minutes and let me reflect on where my life was heading. One thing was for sure, I didn't want this life,and I knew what I had to do.

000

I approached the table where I always met Jasper for lunch; for once, he was waiting for me. He jumped up once he spotted me and enveloped me in a hug.

"Sweetie, tell me all about it. What's happened this time?" He asked once we were seated, stretching his hand across the table and covering my own.

"I want out, Jasper. I can't go through with this complete farce of a marriage, and I need some exciting sex for a change. I'm sick to the teeth of fucking missionary style. I want to take charge and be the one doing the fucking not the one being fucked." An elderly lady at a nearby table gasped and tutted at my choice of words, but I just rolled my eyes and ignored her. My old college roommate, Bella, would be so proud of me.

Jasper waved his long, rainbow-painted nails at her before picking up his cappuccino and taking a sip. "Some people have no shame at listening to other people's conversations." He said loud enough for her to hear.

"Just leave it, Jasper. She's not worth us getting kicked out of here."

"Okay, sweetie." He smiled. "So, how can I help you out with your predicament."

"I hope you're not insinuating that we ..." I trailed off, motioning between the both of us.

"Dear lord, Rosie. I'm gay, not sick in the head! I'd never sleep with you. Not in that sense, anyway. What I mean is I can help you kick Royce to the curb, and I can set you up with someone who doesn't mind a woman taking charge in the bedroom." He speared his fork through his Greek salad and raised it to his mouth. "If that's what you really want, of course?" He closed his lips around the leafy greens and eyed me over the table as he chewed.

"It is." I nodded in confirmation and took a bite of my own meal.

000

Jasper let out a low whistle as we walked through the foyer of mine and Royce's apartment building. "This place makes the Ritz look cheap." He said, gazing around.

"Shush." I hissed as I briskly led him to the elevators. "Royce's parents own the building," I said once we were safely enclosed in one of the lift cars. "They have ears everywhere, and it won't be long before news of this gets back to them. We need to act fast."

I unlocked the front door and ushered Jasper in as quickly as possible. Heading straight to the bedroom, I left Jasper to his own devices and let him wander around. Thankfully, their cleaner, Nettie, was efficient and had already been around to clean and make the bed today.

"Rosie? Who on earth picked out this colour scheme? I feel nauseous just looking at all these pastel shades." Jasper called out as he made his way towards my room. "No wonder you always look washed out."

"Gee, thanks, Jazz. Tell me how you really feel." I replied as I tugged the massive luggage set from the back of my closet and put it open on my bed.

"Just saying, sweets. You're more of a jewel tone. You need those bold colors to compliment that tanned and toned bod of yours. Now, what are we doing?"

"Just toss as many clothes as possible into the largest one, and I'll sort out my toiletries," I replied, pointing to the open suitcases and heading to the bathroom.

This is it, Rosalie. You're really doing it. I appraised myself in the mirror and saw some life sparkle back into my hazel eyes. I scooped up my toiletries and returned to the bedroom to see Jasper sitting on my bed and Royce standing by the window. Ice flooded my system at the sight of him. I wasn't scared of him, just afraid of the thought of being trapped in a life I didn't want.

"Hi, babe." I tried to make my voice sound light-hearted and cheerful, but once again, it fell flat. "What are you doing home?"

"Are you leaving me, Rosalie?" He asked without turning around.

"What makes you say that?" I ask, moving to put the toiletries down.

"I'm not a fool, Rosalie. I know you don't love me. So I'll ask you again. Are you leaving me?" He turned around, and resignation was written all over his face.

"Yes," I admitted.

"Oh, thank god." His shoulders visibly relaxed, and he let out a sigh of relief.

"Wait, what?" Now I was really confused.

"I couldn't be happier. I really don't want to marry you either. I only went along with it because I thought that's what you wanted. I've been seeing someone else on the side, and now I can fully commit to her." He beamed. He fucking beamed. Like a full-blown megawatt smile showing off shiny white teeth. "Do you need help packing?"

"Uhh, I guess." I shot Jasper a quizzical look, and he just shrugged his shoulders in response.

Twenty minutes later, my things were all packed, and my giant shiny engagement ring was placed into the palm of Royce's hand.

"Take care of yourself, Rosalie." Royce smiled as he helped Jasper and me to the elevator with my stuff. Thankfully, it was only clothing, shoes, toiletries, and my laptop. Nothing else in that apartment belonged to me.

"You too, Royce." I kissed him on the cheek as a final goodbye and let the elevator doors close between us.

"Well, fuck. That went so much smoother than I expected it to." Jasper sighed.

000

A few weeks later, I was fully settled in my little single-story house. My parents have fully cut me off thanks to ruining their business deal with the Kings, but luckily I had the foresight to transfer all of my savings and inheritance into a different account before they closed my old one.

"So, met anyone new yet?" Asked Jasper as he got comfortable on my custom red leather couch. "You know it shrinks the less it's used." He quipped, circling a neon yellow tipped finger in the general direction of my crotch.

"Stop that." I slapped his finger away and let out a sigh. "No, I haven't met anyone yet. No one is interested in letting me fuck them in the ass."

"Pegging, love. It's called pegging, and I know of a place where you'll find someone who'll let you do what you want to him."

"This person, you haven't..." I trailed off.

"No, I haven't slept with him. I'm not that much of a slut, Rosie. He owns a bar I sometimes do my act in. It's called Transpire, and it's located downtown." He wrote down the directions for me. "I've actually met someone." Now it was his turn to act bashful.

"No way! Tell me all about him." I got comfortable on the couch and turned to give my cousin my full attention.

000

"Come on, Rose. You can do this." I muttered to myself before climbing out of my car.

The parking lot was quiet and dark, making the rainbow lights above the bar entrance shine even more brightly. I squared my shoulders and held my head high as I strode across the asphalt towards the doors.

All eyes were on me as I stepped across the threshold of Transpire. Fitting name, really. Not only is it a mash of Trans and Empire, but it also means secret or something unknown.

"What can I get ya, doll face?" Asked a heavily tattooed guy with long, canary yellow hair from behind the bar to my right.

"I...I'm looking for a man."

"Aren't we all, honey." Said a drag queen sitting at the bar. She swiveled on her seat and looked me up and down. "Any particular kind of guy? Because for you, honey, I can be Alice or Alistair." She finished off in a surprisingly deep voice.

"I want one who'll let me fuck him in the ass and then fuck me right back."

"I see. And what makes you think you'll find a guy like that here?" She rapped her ridiculously long cyan nails against her cocktail glass.

"My cousin told me I would. Maybe you've heard of him. He goes by the name Jezza-Belle."

The barman let out a low whistle. "Damn Ali, she's related to Jasper. We gotta help her now." He said, slinging a dish towel over his shoulder.

The drag queen rolled her eyes and tsked as she slid from her stool. "Fine. Follow me, honey." She led me through the packed bar with ease despite the fact she was wearing a black, skin-tight dress that looked like it was painted on and left very little to the imagination, teamed with sky-high platform heels in the same shade as her nails.

Several drunks catcalled her as we passed, and one even tried to slap her ass, but she caught his hand before it could make contact. "Don't touch me unless you're gonna fuck me." She said, pouting out her bubble-gum pink lips.

"You don't play fair, Alice." He slurred, taking back his hand.

"Tell that to your wife, Eric. She thought I played plenty fair when I fucked her last week." Alice blew him a kiss and winked before continuing on her way to the pool tables at the back.

She knocked on a door, and several curses sounded out from behind the dark wood. It swung open, and a tall redhead with swollen lips and watery eyes stepped out, followed by the beefiest guy I had ever seen, adjusting the front of his pants. The big guy stopped in the doorway as the redhead carried on walking. "Oh, and Edward?" He called, making the redhead pause in his tracks. "Tell Jezza-Belle what you've been up to. I bet she's dying to know how bad you've really been." He smirked, revealing a couple of dimples on his stubble-covered cheeks.

"Yes, sir," Edward mumbled before making a swift exit.

So that's Jasper's new squeeze. I frowned slightly as I watched his retreating form. I hope Jazz knows what he's got himself in for.

"What can I do for you, Alice?" The big guy asked the drag queen before his eyes flickered over me when I turned back to them. "Oh, who is your friend?" He got a hungry look in his eyes as he appraised me, and I don't think it was for food.

"Little lady here wants to fuck you in the ass," Alice said, cocking her hip out to the side and looking at her acrylics.

The big guy's eyebrows rose almost to his hairline as he took in her words. "Does she now? And what do I get in return?" He licked his lips and looked me up and down once again.

"Reciprocation. And I won't tell Jasper you just face fucked his boyfriend."

"You know Jezza?"

"He's my cousin; the one who told me to come here. He said I would find what I'm looking for." I said confidently while maintaining eye contact.

"Did he now? Well, I suppose I better so some accommodating." He thrust out a massive paw for me to shake. Those fingers could sure do some damage. Whether they're curled into a fist and decking someone, or thrust deep into an aching cavern to bring forth pleasure. "Name's Emmett."

"Rosalie," I replied, taking his hand and shaking it firmly. "Do we have a deal or not?"

"You're a little too white-collar to be seeking out sexual favors here. Don't you have some fancy-assed, frat-boy graduate who could meet your needs?" Without knowing it, he just described Royce. Emmett folded his arms across his chest, making the muscles bulge as he leaned against the door frame.

"He wasn't man enough for my kink, so I ditched him. I want a man who's not afraid of sexual experimentation and not someone who's so vanilla." I looked Emmett dead in the eye and refused to back down.

"Why do you want this so badly?"

"I know how to fuck and be fucked like a woman. I want to experience what it's like to fuck like a man. I want to take control and bring a man pleasure from being penetrated."

"Why a man? Why not a woman? Surely there are some willing women who would want to take you to bed?"

"I'm straight. I have no interest in bedding a woman. I tried it in college, and it wasn't for me. I want to do this with a man."

"Hmm." He rubbed his chin. "I don't know. Sounds to me like you're not really serious."

"My girthy nine-inch strap-on says otherwise." His eyes widened slightly in shock with a hint of lust, but his face belied no other emotion. I was about to give up hope, but then I spied a pool award pinned to the wall in the room behind him. "How about a little wager then? A single round of pool. I win, and you give me what I want. You win, and I'll leave and never bother you again. What do you say?"

"I say it seems like a bit of an ordeal for you to leave me alone." He mused, rubbing his chin again. "Fine, you have yourself a deal." He clapped his hands and rubbed them together with a grin. "Shall we?" He tried to guide me into his office, but I stood my ground.

"What's wrong with the tables out here? Afraid you'll get your ass handed to you in front of all these patrons?"

Emmett smirked but said nothing further as he led us to the pool tables at the back of the bar. He flipped a switch on the wall, and an overhead lamp flickered to life above the table closest to his office. Upon closer inspection, the tables were English imports. The standard green felt they used was soft beneath my fingertips as I ran my hand around the perimeter. I wouldn't say I was a pro at pool, I won my fair share of games in college, which made me confident, but the look in Emmett's eye made me unsure of my abilities. He grabbed two cues and some chalk, handing me one before making a show of grinding the chalk cube onto the tip of his cue. I could tell he was trying to intimidate me, but I wasn't going to let him get to me that easily. "Choose your set." He said with a dimpled grin, nodding at the balls on the felt top. "Spots or stripes?" He asked as he finished setting up the fifteen balls.

I looked down at the assortment of brightly colored balls with a smile. "Spots. I'm not afraid of a challenge." I said, raising my head and looking him square in the eyes.

"Nice. I'm not going to go easy on you just because you're hot and blonde."

"Likewise, Mr tall, dark and handsome." I made sure to brush my ass against his groin as I squeezed past. "Ladies, break." I winked at him as I bent low over the tabletop. The neckline of my camisole gaped open, giving him prime view as I took my cue and broke the balls.

"Oh, I see how it is." He smirked, raising his eyes from my chest. "Barbie doesn't want to play fair."

"Don't. Fucking. Call. Me. Barbie." I grit out, sinking a ball between each word but missing the hole on the last one. I scowled at the ball as it bounced off of the edge of the table and rolled to a stop in an awkward position on the felt.

Emmett roared with laughter, drawing the attention of several barflies. "Looks like this little flower is a bit of a hell cat, or should that be a shark?" He mused.

"I'm not a pool shark. I just enjoy playing." I pointed the end of my cue at him. "Stop yakking and get on with the game."

"Yes, ma'am." He sunk three balls in quick succession but scratched on the fourth. "You know you're making this really easy for me to kick you out of my bar." He picked up the chalk and ground it on the tip of his cue once again.

"Whatever twinkle tits." I rolled my eyes. "The way you keep handling your cue makes me think that you really want my strap-on in your ass. That's the second time you've made that look seductive. I'm not going to back down so easily. I came to get what I want, and unless you win, I'm gonna take it." I pocketed the three and the seven before missing my shot on the two. The cue ball failed to connect.

Emmett narrowed his eyes at the table as he took in the position of his balls. He leaned over and examined the angles of each shot before attempting to sink the thirteen. He fouled out by hitting the cue ball too hard and sending the eight ball over the edge of the table. It rolled across the floor and came to a stop next to one of Alice's high heels.

"Nice shot, Poindexter." She scoffed, picking up the ball and handing it off to me. "If he fails to live up to his end of the bargain, my offer is still open." She batted her lashes and stroked my fingers as she released the ball into my hand.

"Thank you, but I'm not into ladies."

"You know I'm not actually a lady, right?" She placed a hand on her jutted-out hip and gave me a questioning look.

"I know." I placed the ball back down on the table and gave her a smile. "You're just not what I'm looking for." I turned back to the table and noticed that one of Emmett's balls was missing. "Did you sink one? Or are you cheating?"

"Nice try, Doll. I don't cheat." I could have sworn I saw a guilty look flash across his face, but it was so fleeting I couldn't be a hundred percent sure.

I narrowed my eyes at him and resumed the game, pocketing the last of my balls but scratching out on the eight ball. "Fuck."

"You wish, petal." Emmett grinned, sinking the remaining three striped balls and finally pocketing the eight ball. "I win, now get out of my bar."

My heart sank, and I picked up my purse and jacket. "Thank you for the game." I held out my hand for him to shake. "Fair's fair. I'll keep my lips sealed about what I saw with Jasper's partner." He dropped my hand, and I turned to leave.

I was halfway to the door when a large hand landed on my shoulder. "Rosalie, wait." I turned to find Emmett standing behind me. "I cheated."

"What?"

"You lost because I cheated. Alice distracted you on purpose. I pocketed one of my balls while your back was turned. I knew I couldn't beat you. It would appear I've met my match in you."

"Why? Why didn't you just admit you didn't want this? I could live with that. I'm a big girl. I can handle rejection." I turned to leave again, but Emmett stopped me once more.

"I'll keep my word if you're still interested. Do you have the strap-on with you?"

"No. It's at home. Who drives around with sex toys in their car?" He gave me a sheepish look. "You can't be serious?"

"What? Sometimes a hand just doesn't cut it." He shrugged.

"You're filthy."

"Yet you still want to fuck my ass." He had me there.

"My car's out here." I jabbed my thumb over my shoulder towards the carpark behind me.

"Carlisle, close up for me." Emmett threw his keys to the yellow-haired barman and ushered me outside. "Which one, Doll?"

"The red MG." I stalked towards my convertible, my heels scraping on the asphalt.

Emmett let out a low whistle. "Stunning." He ran his fingers over the sleek bodywork. "Can I buy this from you?"

"Not a chance, cheater. This baby is all mine." I unlocked the doors and slid into the driver's seat. "Seatbelt." I barked as Emmett climbed into the passenger's seat, and I peeled out of the parking lot.

000

"Sweet digs." Emmett said as he ran his large hands over my leather couch and looked around. "Where are we gonna do this then? Bent over the kitchen counter? Right here on this easy-to-wipe-down couch?"

"I was thinking more of the bedroom. My bed needs breaking in."

"How original." He rolled his eyes. "Lead the way, little lady." He gestured towards the small hallway and rose to his feet.

"Uhm, just give me one moment," I held up a finger and darted into my room. I frantically began straightening my covers and pulled some lube and the strap-on out of its silk bag in my bedside cabinet. Earlier I had given it a thorough wash and adjusted the straps before I left for the bar, so I knew it was going to fit perfectly.

"Ready for me yet?" Emmett appeared in the doorway. "Fucking purple! Why do all ladies go for sex toys in lurid colours? Neon pink, turquoise, and purple. Since when have dicks ever been that colour?" He eyed up the toy in my hands.

"I don't know. It's just what the lady in the store recommended." I shrugged.

He gave no response but instead, proceeded to strip down to his Calvin's, which left absolutely nothing to the imagination. He was completely hairless from the neck down, with a few pieces of ink dotting his otherwise flawless-looking skin. "Where do you want me?"

"Oh...Uhh..."

"Look, I can tell you're nervous. First time fucking someone in the ass, after all. Why don't you just strip down to your underwear and join me on the bed." He sat on the edge and shimmied himself into the middle, settling against my pillows.

I set the toy down and pulled off my camisole and jeans, leaving me in my push-up bra and thong. I climbed up onto the bed and stiffly crawled over to him.

"This isn't going to work if you don't relax. One of us will end up getting hurt." He rubbed my shoulders and upper arms. "Come here." He pulled me into a kiss, and I felt my body relax under his touch. "Much better." He said in between kisses as his hands settled on my hips.

I got bold, settled myself into his lap, and pressed against him. The man was packing big time, and I snaked my hand between us and felt him in my palm. Hot, heavy, and huge. My insides clenched at the thought of bringing this powerfully built man to pleasure again and again. His dick twitched as I squeezed him lightly.

"Kitten doesn't play fair." He growled as I continued to fondle him. "Time for a little reciprocation." He caught the edge of my bra cup between his teeth and pulled it down, revealing my breast to him before his lips enveloped my nipple, sucking and nibbling like a newborn.

I ground myself down onto him and gave him one last squeeze before releasing him. "On your knees and face the headboard."

He looked up at me and smirked around my breast before letting go and doing as he was told. "Yes, ma'am."

I put the fake appendage in place and began to knead and massage Emmett's butt cheeks and thighs before pulling his boxers down and laying myself across his large back so I could talk dirty in his ear. "Who's a bad little cheater?" I took his earlobe between my teeth and bit down gently, earning myself a deep rumble in his chest. "Someone has been a bad boy, and I think it's time he got punished, don't you?" I ran my nails down his sides before rearing back on my knees and bringing my palm down swiftly on his bare ass with a satisfying slap that rung out in the otherwise quiet room. I slapped his ass again, and he moaned and pushed himself into my palm. "Oh, dirty cheater boy likes getting his ass spanked, huh? Well, how's he gonna feel when I fuck his ass like I'm Brad fucking Kalvo."

I slapped his ass a final time before reaching for the lube and drizzling a healthy amount into his ass crack. I spread it around a bit and tested the resistance of his asshole with my middle finger. Emmett moaned again, and I pulled my finger free. "Dirty boy." I lightly pressed my teeth into the swell of his ass cheek and lubed up the shaft of my fake dick. I made sure the smaller one inside me was in the right place before I placed the silicone tip of the larger one at the entrance to Emmett's ass.

I'd done my research and knew that the first few strokes had to be done at a slower pace to prevent injury, so I gently began to ease myself in. Emmett gasped and pushed back against me, resulting in me slipping further into him. "Fuck. You weren't lying when you said it was girthy. Keep going."

I steadied his hips and continued my advance into his body until my hips were flush with his ass. I paused for a moment to let Emmett adjust before gently pulling back out. The movement caused the dildo inside me to shift and hit spots that Royce certainly never did. I stopped before I was all the way out and pushed back in. The noises coming from Emmett spurred me on,and I soon found a steady rhythm that suited us both.

"Fuck, Rosie. Go harder." He panted as he rested his head between his forearms on the mattress. I picked up the pace and pistoned my hips back and forth, making sure they hit against his ass with each thrust. He was a dripping, writhing mess beneath me, and I felt the surge of power at making this grown man slowly come undone. My pussy clenched around the fake cock in me as I relentlessly fucked Emmett's ass. I laid myself across his back once more, our sweat-slickened skin sliding against one another as I reached around and grasped his swollen cock in my hand. I stroked him with the same vigour I was fucking his ass, and I felt him grow harder in my palm.

"Oh shit! Oh, fuck! Shit, shit, shit. Fuck, Rosie, I'm gonna come."

"Do it. Come for me, my dirty cheater." I growled in his ear. "Come all over my hand and sheets while I pound your ass into oblivion." Two, three, four more forceful thrusts from me, and he cried out as he erupted in my palm. Hot, thick ropey spurts of cum coated my fingers and dripped down onto the bed.

I let him go and eased my strap-on out of his ass before taking it off and dropping it onto the floor beside the bed. Emmett collapsed onto the mattress and grunted. "Fuck, Rosalie, I think that was the best pounding my ass has ever taken, and believe me, I've had my share of guys before." He rolled over onto his back and looked up at me. "Did you orgasm?"

"No. I was too focused on bringing you pleasure. I enjoyed myself, though."

"Not good enough. Come here." He pats the empty space beside him, and I lay down. His left arm snaked around my middle while his right hand coaxed my jaw towards his. Our lips met once again in a passionate kiss, and he let go of my jaw, trailing his hand down towards my hip instead. He didn't stop there. Hehoisted my right leg over his bent knee, effectively spreading me open while the fingers on his left hand plucked and pinched my nipples. While I was caught up in the sensation of nipple play, I didn't notice that his hand had let go of my knee and had made its way to my pussy. Two thick fingers were suddenly plunged into my aching centre while his thumb pressed down on my clit. If Emmett hadn't been holding me down, I would have surely flown off the bed. Again and again, his fingers delved into me until I was sure I couldn't take it anymore. I felt like I was going to combust. "Come for me, Petal; let go and just feel." He commanded, effectively triggering my orgasm. He continued to pump his fingers in and out as my pussy clenched around them.

It felt like ages before I came down off of my high. "Damn, that was good," I panted, letting go of his forearms, which I had no recollection of grabbing onto and brushing my damp, sweaty hair out of my face.

"You're telling me." He kissed the side of my head and pulled me tighter against him. "I don't think I ever want to let you go."

"Then don't. I have no plans of going anywhere."

"You're not worried about me being a total stranger?" He quirked a brow at me.

"After what we've just done together, I don't think we can be classed as strangers any longer," I replied, placing my hand on his cheek and gazing into his eyes.

"True." He grinned.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For letting me take charge."