Good afternoon everyone! It's Sunday, the last day of the weekend. I'm not exactly sure where the weekend went, kind of bummed but I hope you guys get excited because here comes a new chapter annnnnd it's a long chapter. For this story, I keep an 8 page minimum but I couldn't stop at 8 pgs. so it bounced up to 10. I'm sure you guys will enjoy that.

So, yes I got rid of the story the Brothel. The reason is simply because I have a lot in my life going on and I couldn't see myself continuing with that story. It just lost all interest for me. Some good news, someone has adopted it and wants to keep writing it. Now, I'm keeping in touch with the person who's rewriting it and I've specifically instructed them to message me when and where the story will be resumed. As soon as I find out, I'll write a little A.N. to let those who followed the story know.

Chapter Twenty – Making Up

Before I got home, I stopped by the grocery store and bought food for a special dinner tonight. After talking to Emily, I realized that I overreacted, and I needed to apologize to Edward. And no better way to do that but make him his favorite dish.

I flittered around the apartment, cleaning up here and there so it would look nice when he got home tonight. I really hope he came home on time and wasn't still mad at me.

I heard the jingle of keys against the lock at six and smiled. Edward was home on time. Thank goodness.

I hurried out of the kitchen to the walkway to greet him. He was carrying a big bouquet of flowers.

"Bella, I'm—," He started

"No, this is my fault," I said, moving closer to him, "I completely overreacted. I acted like a jerk."

He smiled and kissed my forehead, "I'm sorry to. I know you have a rocky past with the whole thing and I shouldn't even be bringing it up." He handed me the flowers.

"I fixed lasagna," I said.

He smiled widely, "I can smell it. It smells incredible. Is this your way of making it up to me?"

"Yes. Like your way of making it up to me is with flowers."

"I can't help it. That's been a good buttering up tool for men for centuries."

We fixed our plates and sat at the little square dining table. I had cleaned it off and spruced up the room before he came so we could eat here and not at the counter.

"So, I went and talked to Emily today." I said after swallowing a bite.

"That's good. Was it a good session?" He asked before scooping a big bite into his mouth.

"It really was," I nibbled my lip a little before continuing, "Um, well, we talked about our fight last night and she helped me realize that I did overreact. But, I also…," I took a big sip of my water and wiped my mouth with the napkin. Edward stared at me with a concerned look upon his face.

"You also what?" He asked.

I took a quick breath, "well, Emily helped me realize that I am still into that lifestyle…"

He nodded, "How do you feel about that?"

I bit my lip, "Scared mostly. Uneasy. And just… it just brings up some bad memories you know? It's not that I'm scared of you hurting me, I just hate the memories."

"I understand that Bella. And I'm not going to push you into doing anything you don't want or you're not ready for."

I smiled at him, "I know you won't. But I do want to try to work on it with you. I was wondering if you'd be fine with us going in to see Emily and talking to her about this."

"I don't mind. I truly don't. I think it's good to talk about this stuff."

"Is next week okay for you?"

"Of course, Bella," he said, "You pick the time and I'll take off. This is important, and I want us to keep building trust."

My smile widened, "That means a lot to me Edward."

His lips curled into a seductive smile, "You know… I'm pretty full."

I bit my lip, "I think I'm full too."

We both jumped up at the same time and grabbed one another, pulling into a deep kiss. Our tongues swirled against one another, tasting and caressing each other.

Edward's arms scooped my legs up and wrapped them around his waist. My hand gripped a handful of his hair as he walked us into the bedroom. We toppled onto the bed together, our hands moving furiously over one another as we ripped our clothes off.

Once we were naked, our hands began to slow as we felt one another. I could feel his hard cock pressing into my thigh, a lightning bolt of excitement shot through me. I felt my center become wet.

"I don't want to go slow tonight." I whispered in his ear.

"Neither do I."

He bit my neck and grabbed the base of his cock, directing it to my entrance. I opened my legs wider to allow him better access. When the tip pushed its way in, I gasped and grabbed the pillow above me.

I moaned as he pushed it all the way then reared back. He grabbed my hips and held them steady as he started to pound into me in quick hard motions. I couldn't help but twist the metal frame above me.

"Oh god!"

"Uh, fuck, Bella," he gasped, his face scrunched in pleasure, "I can't hold it no more."

His thumb began to furiously circle my clit, I gasped and wriggled underneath him. His thrusts became harder as I felt my orgasm seep from my body. I gripped the pillow and groaned loudly as I felt myself release. He groaned a few moments after me and I felt him spill himself inside of me.

He fell down on the bed beside me, panting heavily. I rolled against his side, my hand on his chest.

"You know… I forgot to put a condom on." He said.

I fell into a fit of giggles, "I know. It's okay though. It's been a month. My birth control has kicked in."

He snorted, "Good. I'm glad because I need more rushed sex. I don't have time for a condom."

I moved to straddle his hips and slowly started to grind my center against him. He threw his arm over his face.

"Oh god, Bella, give me like twenty minutes."

"That's okay. I'm having fun right here. You just go to sleep." My hips moved harder against him and my fingers teased his nipples.

I felt his cock start to harden. His hands found my hips.

"I think you are the only woman who can get me revved up in a matter of seconds."

"Good."

He snorted again, "Good lord you are a demanding woman. You act coy but damn, when we're in bed you're a different person. I'm gonna start calling you Izzy. For your other side. The vixen."

"Oh, shut up and let's do it again."

"Yes ma'am." He said as he rolled me over and entered me.

The Next Morning

I woke up, wincing as I felt the soreness wash over me. Edward and I went at it like two sex depraved sex addicts. I lost count of how many times we did it.

Edward groaned beside me, "God… I can't move."

I chuckled, "I was just thinking the same thing."

"I'm calling out today. I need to recuperate."

"Are you going to tell them you're sick?"

"I'm going to tell them that my girlfriend is a nymphomaniac and attacked me last night like a crazy woman."

I blushed and laughed, "Hey, you're just as bad as I am."

"There is no way," he leaned up then winced, falling back down, "I think my penis just screamed for help."

He rolled over and looked at himself under the covers.

"Jesus, I don't have a penis anymore. You fucked it off." He laughed.

I playfully smacked his chest, "Oh shut up. You're fine."

"I'm going to need physical therapy on my penis. I'm fairly certain you've fractured it."

I moved onto my knees, "Stop talking. I'm getting revved up again."

He looked at me with a very serious look upon his face, "Baby, I care deeply for you, but I need a week to recover. My cock is not ready."

I threw my head back in laughter, "You'd deny me?"

"I don't want to. I have to. It's hard to deny you but I'm afraid my penis is going to fall off."

I snorted and patted his chest, "Awe, well I guess I should let you recuperate. I'm going to fix us breakfast. You just stay here and heal. How does French Toast sound?"

"Sounds amazing, good looking."

I got out of bed and headed out of the room to fix breakfast. Edward sat up on the bed.

"Are you going to get dressed?" He asked.

"Nope." I answered, leaning against the doorway.

He bit his lip, "God damn. That's hot." He threw the covers off him and stood on shaky legs, "I can't stay in bed while you cook breakfast naked."

I giggled, "Does that mean you're ready to go again?"

"I don't know but I might be able to revive my dick," he slapped my rear playfully, I giggled and walked into the kitchen.

Edward ended up reviving himself for another round of sex in the kitchen. I guess cooking something while naked was a huge turn on. After that we ate breakfast in bed and then took a long nap, then called Emily to make an appointment for us.

Emily ended up having an opening today. Her patient had cancelled so she gave us his appointment. Edward and I showered then grabbed a quick lunch before headed to Emily's office.

We only sat in the waiting room for about ten minutes before Emily called us back. We held hands as we walked into her room.

"Good evening you two," she said as she shook our hands, "Nice to see you again Bella. Edward, nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you to Emily."

We sat on the couch across from her, "Alright, welcome you two. I want you both to feel comfortable here. You can say whatever you like, but, I want to remain on a line of respect."

"Understood," Edward said, "So, how do we usually start these things?"

"Well, usually I will ask what brought you in here today. But, Bella and I already talked a bit about why she wanted you to come in with her," she turned to me, "Bella, how about you start this off?"

I felt my cheeks heat up, and cleared my throat, "Um, well, basically I'm still into…you know… BDSM… and I know Edward is too. But, I'm afraid to try anything."

Emily nodded and turned to Edward, "Are you hearing what she's saying."

Edward nodded, "Yeah. She's scared of getting hurt again."

"I'm not scared of that," I said quickly, "I'm scared that if we start trying anything like that, it'll bring up bad memories and I'll have a panic attack and then every step I've taken so far will be ruined because I freak out."

Emily nodded, "Well, that's an understandable fear. You've made a lot of progress. Now, do you want to begin to start this lifestyle again?"

I bit my lip, "I do but—,"

"No buts, just listen right now," Emily said, "If you are ready to try this, then I encourage you to try it. Of course, I'm not saying to just jump right into it but to take it extremely slow. Do what you are comfortable with and don't force a quick pace. Edward does that sound understandable?"

"Of course, I'm willing to try if Bella is. And I'll go any speed she wants."

"Great. Bella how are you feeling about this?"

"I feel fine. A little nervous."

She nodded, "That's normal. How about we set ground rules. Dos and don'ts. Edward, in a normal session, what were the rules and regulations?"

"Well, there's always a safe word. I usually liked to do green, yellow, red. Before I did anything, I'd ask how my sub was feeling if she was okay. And I'd always explain what I was going to do before I did it."

Emily nodded, "Those sound like some really great rules. Bella what do you think?"

"I think it sounds good. I never had a safe word before. So, I think those rules sound good."

Emily smiled, "Great, that's good. Now, would you mind if I added some suggestions?"

"Of course," I said.

"Well, instead of just immediately jumping into this, start slow. Baby steps. Build up your trust with one another. Start with some very light bondage perhaps? Like handcuffs or blindfolding. The first session with probably be the worst, so slow will be the best pace. Then after that keep building up that trust with a slow pace. Do something a little different each time that way nothing catches you off guard Bella."

Edward squeezed my hand, "What if we do this and she has a panic attack? Or hurts herself? What should I do?"

"If Bella does have a panic attack, stop immediately. Give her some space but stay close enough to her in case she needs some close contact; with a panic attack you can never be sure. Just no contact unless she clearly indicates she needs it. Don't immediately try to talk to her about why she panicked, just give her time to calm herself."

He nodded and looked over to me and smiled, "Is there anything you want to add? About the rules and stuff?"

I thought for a moment, "I'm not really sure."

"Okay, how about this Bella," Emily said, "Is there anything you absolutely don't want done to you? Something you just will never be comfortable with?"

I knew immediately, "I don't want to be gagged," I said looking at Edward, "I'm not comfortable with that. It scares me."

He nodded, "Okay. That's perfectly fine."

"I-I don't like the bullwhip."

"Absolutely. Neither do I. I'd never do that to you."

"I don't want to have sex with someone else. Especially not another woman. And I don't want to do anything in front of a bunch of people."

Edward nodded enthusiastically, "Of course Bella. I'd never make you do anything you aren't comfortable with."

I smiled and leaned my head against his shoulder, "Thank you."

He kissed the top of my head.

"I'm glad you two are on the same page. Now, my last suggestion is to set a date for when you guys do this. Nothing to far away, but, not to close so you don't feel rushed Bella."

I nodded, "That's a good idea."

She smiled then looked at her watch, "Unfortunately, our time is up."

"Thank you, Emily," Edward stood and shook her head.

"Oh, you're welcome. It was nice to meet you," Emily shook my hand, "It's nice to see you again Bella. I'll see you next time."

"Bye Emily. Good seeing you."

I followed Edward out of the office. We held hands until we reached his car.

"Let's go to dinner. I'm starved."

"Me too," I smiled then leaned up and kissed him.

I added some playful banter in here between Edward and Bella because I wanted to show the less serious and fun side of their relationship. And I do have a question for everyone.

As you all know, I want to publish my stories, so my question is if I were to rewrite and tweak this story and Outerra a bit would you read what I publish? Because I'm truly thinking about rewriting this story and maybe publishing it, but I'm not sure. What do you guys think? Yay nay? Lemme know in your reviews!