A/N: Hi everyone. After a long break I've started working on new chapters of Deviant Minds. Most of the reason for my absence has been because I've been working hard to self publish two of my previous stories to Amazon. They are called "Cupcake Love" and "Notes On His Pillow" with the author name Diana Currie. If anyone would be interested in supporting my work on Amazon the books are available for download and I would really appreciate some positive reviews if you were so inclined!

Thanks, and enjoy some Edward/Bella deviancy! More to come.


Chapter 6:

I dreamt about Jasper the night Edward first slept in my bed. Maybe my subconscious mind was so accustomed to his warm body pressing against mine while I slept that it was tricked into thinking it was Jasper laying beside me. Or, it was my brain's desperate attempt to remind me that Jasper was the type of man who should be warming my bed at night, not the male escort that happened to fall asleep after an evening of unspeakable sexual activity. As could be expected, I woke that morning feeling quite conflicted. Jasper provided the love and companionship that I wanted, but Edward was turning out to be my ideal sexual partner; satisfying needs that had been long ignored.

Edward stirred the moment I moved to get out of the bed. I hadn't realized he was already awake. "Good morning," he hummed in a happy, sleepy voice.

"Hi."

"Where are you going?" he asked, reaching out to touch me as I slipped quickly off the bed.

"I need to take a shower. It's always the first thing I do in the morning," I explained. While it was true, my main motivation for running to the bathroom was to hide. I needed time to wake up and reconcile the images of Jasper that still lingered in my mind with the reality of finding Edward naked; still in my room.

Edward smiled, rolling over onto his back and pulling the white sheet completely off his body. He was hard with morning wood and absentmindedly stroked himself as he watched me cross the room to the bathroom door. Was he trying to entice me into a morning training session?

"What are you doing?" I asked curiously.

"This is the first thing I do in the morning," he replied grinning. Edward was definitely in the right business because he was the most sexually insatiable man I'd ever encountered. He just never tired of it. I shook my head and went into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.

In the shower I replayed the previous evening over in my head. I'd invited Edward to my apartment on the pretense of watching a movie together. We were both lonely and I thought we could benefit from each other's company. But then Edward kissed me. I stopped him and he agreed that we shouldn't be making out like lovers. We also decided not to try and be friends in that early stage of my training. So where did that leave us? I felt like there were all these lines around Edward and so far we'd blurred every one of them.

He wasn't in the bedroom when I returned, clutching my towel tightly around my body. I took the opportunity to quickly dress and wondered if Edward had possibly left without saying goodbye. He could probably sense how awkward I felt waking up with him there. His presence certainly threw me for a loop but still I hoped that he didn't think he was unwelcome. My fears disappeared when I walked into the hall and heard him whistling in the kitchen. I realized that I was relieved that Edward was still there; that my standoffish behavior hadn't scared him away.

Edward was making breakfast when I turned the corner into the kitchen. Wearing boxers and nothing else, he didn't notice me watching as he poured two glasses of orange juice and brought plates of food to the table. He laid napkins beside each plate and placed utensils on top. Edward seemed carefree and happy; whistling as he finished setting the table.

"Why such a spring in your step this morning?" I asked catching him off guard.

Edward looked at me guiltily. "I hope you don't mind I took the liberty of cooking up some food from your refrigerator."

"No, of course not. What did you make?" I asked walking over to the table.

"Omeletes and toast. You like?"

"Very much. Thank you."

"What do you have planned for today?" he asked conversationally as we both sat down to eat. I was happy to be properly dressed for breakfast but Edward looked quite comfortable clad only in boxers. I could find no reason to object since he looked even more edible than the omelettes.

"I should really work on my new painting today," I said. "I have two projects in the works but Man in Chair is the one the gallery wants first. They have an auction next month so I'm trying to get the piece done in time to enter it."

"Do you sell a lot of paintings that way?" he asked with interest.

"Selling work at auction is risky because the bidding could fall short of the price I hoped to sell for, but occasionally it brings in much more."

Edward took a bite of toast and thought as he chewed. "You're talking about that painting with the wooden chair, right? Isn't that the one where you thought of me when you started it?"

"Yeah..."

"Does that make me your muse?" he teased.

I blushed. "Yes. I suppose it does."

"I don't have anywhere to be until tonight. Would it help if I posed?"

"You'd do that?" I replied unable to hide the surprise in my voice.

"Sure. Why not?"

"Okay," I finally agreed. The opportunity to paint Edward from the flesh and not rely solely on my memory was too good an offer to pass up.

We sat in silence for a few minutes, finishing our food and thinking about what we were about to do. For some reason it felt even more personal to paint Edward than dominate him. I wondered why I felt that way.

"Where do you have to be later tonight?" I asked just to break the awkward silence that now hung over us.

Edward looked me in the eye warily. "I have a client at 9 o'clock."

"Oh. One of your regulars?"

Edward nodded. "He's been using me fairly frequently for about five months now, so I guess you could call him a regular."

"What do you mean using you?"

"Most of my regulars want to play with me and not anyone else; we develop a good relationship, like you do when you find a hairdresser or dentist you like and keep going back to the same one. But this guy... there's no connection between us. I say he uses me for his scenes because he doesn't specifically request me. He'd pay any of the guys who have the availability in their schedule and can handle his style."

By the tone of Edward's voice I was beginning to get a bad vibe about this particular client. "What kind of style does he have?"

"He stages scenes, like role playing. That's not unusual at all, but the deal breaker for some of my colleagues is being watched. This client gets off on having people watch him."

I gasped. "Who does he have there watching?"

Edward shook his head. "No one. Well, sometimes he has a female assistant. He uses a web cam and streams it live on this website for pornography. It's members only; you have to subscribe to it. There's usually a few hundred people watching every scene he does."

"And you don't care that they see you?"

"I wear a mask; my identity is confidential," Edward said as if that made it all okay.

"So you don't mind being streamed live on some sleazy porn site and that's why this guy uses you semi regularly?" I asked to make sure I understood him correctly.

Edward shifted in his chair, leaning forward with both elbows on the table. He clearly saw my apprehension and wanted to go into more detail about this client to ease my mind. I had no right to judge another person's sexual preferences after what I'd been doing with Edward the past few weeks, but I got the impression this particular guy was much more experienced and on another level that I haven't even begun to discover. I mean, sheesh, he had an internet fan base!

"The website isn't sleazy. I call it pornography because its purpose is for viewers to watch sex from the privacy of their home. So that's porn, right? But it's nothing like the VHS tapes our dad's used to hide somewhere in the house. This is live, artistic, skilled BDSM play."

"So this porn site..." I began to say.

"Dark Nights is the name of the website," he corrected with a sly grin.

"Ok, Dark Nights," I repeated rolling my eyes. "I know that I'm a beginner and you probably like to do lots of stuff that I don't know about yet. So this website is like an outlet for people who are advanced in doing... the stuff you're teaching me to do?"

Edward smiled seeing that I was no longer quite as adverse to the idea of Edward participating in this kind of scene. "Yes. You should check it out sometime. You might learn something," he teased.

"I'll keep that in mind," I said dryly.

I wanted to change the subject so I decided to mention my brother. Edward had met him the day he interviewed me in the hotel restaurant. Poor Jacob had thought he was escorting me there to protect me on a blind date. Little did either of us know that it was actually Edward who would soon be doing the escorting.

"I think I'll call Jacob to have dinner with me tonight," I mused. "I haven't seen him in a while and I could use a dose of normal life, you know?"

"To help you deal with us? Or your breakup with Jasper?"

My eyes widened. I didn't know there was an "us" to speak of and I ignored his words for the time being. "There's no way I can tell Jacob about my training! So yes, to help me move on from the breakup with Jasper."

Edward actually looked somewhat hurt as he replied, "I got the impression that you were over him."

I shook my head. "You've been a great distraction for me, Edward, and I feel like I'm moving in a direction that is more true to myself, but Jasper was the love of my life. We weren't the right fit for each other but for a while we talked about getting married and buying a house. He had a whole life planned for us and I gave it all up."

"Do you regret it? Breaking up with him?"

"It was the right decision, but it still hurts. We both lost something that was special."

"Love wasn't enough? The house, a marriage, a family? You turned your back on all of that?" Edward asked proving to me that he understood what I had given up. For a moment I considered the possibility that Edward could relate more to my situation that he'd let me believe.

"Yes. My sexual proclivities prevented me from having all those things I wanted."

"It sounds like you're mourning the loss of more than just Jasper then," Edward suggested.

I nodded. "Absolutely."

"Well, now that you're down in the dumps about your life you probably aren't in the mood to paint," he said regrettably.

"Actually, I get some of my best work done when I'm depressed. Come on, we can clean up these dishes later."

Edward followed me into the living room and watched attentively as I prepared the space for painting. I laid a heavy canvas drop cloth over the middle of the floor and set up my easel in the middle.

"You're very talented, Bella. This one is absolutely haunting," Edward commented after taking a peek at the painting I began the day after I broke up with Jasper.

The self portrait was far from done; I'd lost my motivation after suffering much frustration with the message I wanted to convey. "I put that piece aside for the time being to work on Man in Chair. I was in a very dark place when I began it and now I'm not sure how to finish it."

"This is you?" Edward asked gesturing to the naked woman lying on the bed. The dagger in her hand still wasn't quite right.

I nodded. "It's an abstract; you're not supposed to be able to tell who it is."

"You can't tell by looking at her face; your work is so personal that I assumed it was an interpretation of your recent feelings. This painting... this woman is in agony, she's nude and aroused, and yet there's something going on that's not explained. I love it."

"Thank you. It's a work in progress."

"And then there's this masterpiece," Edward said turning his attention to the painting on the easel that he inspired. "Now that's a handsome fella."

I raised my eyebrow at him and he smiled wide. Then he stripped off his boxers. "Where do you want me?" he asked happily.

I was careful to avert my eyes from his lower half. "Well, the piece is called Man in Chair so I'm thinking... the coffee table?"

"Cocky and sarcastic now? I prefer brooding and mysterious," he countered as he walked across the room and retrieved the wooden chair from the corner.

I pointed to where he should place it and Edward sat down unceremoniously. His impressive comfort in his own skin was evident as I adjusted his posture and placed his arms where I wanted them to lay. He was no more insecure about his nakedness than the models I'd drawn in art class. It occurred to me that this was probably the least invasive gig he'd have all month and the thought made me slightly uneasy.

I pulled out my paint and got to work. Edward made conversation as I painted. While he was there posing I made sure to fill in details that were hard to do without a model. The musculature of his arms and legs. The fine lines in his face. The whole area surrounding his manhood. I decided not to cover his face with his hands now that Edward has given me consent to use his likeness. Man in Chair was now going to be cupping the back of his neck with one hand and letting the other hang down limp. Edward was too sexy to cover his face; I liked this pose much better.

After about two hours I was sure Edward was feeling stiff in the chair. I was going to ask him if he'd like to take a break when his phone beeped three times indicating a series of text messages had come in. His eyes rose to meet mine as if asking for permission to answer it.

"Go ahead," I giggled. "You're not chained to that chair."

Edward looked at me with amusement. "Well sure, not now. But when you're done painting..." he said suggestively.

My cheeks flushed as he retrieved his phone from the kitchen table. Could he seriously want a session with me hours before meeting another one of his clients tonight?

Edward frowned as he read the messages. "It's Alice," he stated without looking up.

"Is everything okay?" I asked.

Edward and his sister were close. He didn't talk about her much but I knew Edward was very fond of his younger sibling. They lived together and after their parents were killed their dependence on one another had grown stronger.

"She's freaking out about a guy she just met. She asked him out and he blew her off."

"At least it's not an emergency."

Edward smiled. "To Alice, this is an emergency."

"If you need to leave I understand. Family comes first," I said.

Edward paced back and forth in my little apartment, exchanging text messages with Alice. He was weighing his options and it was obvious he didn't want to leave me. But in the end he would undoubtedly answer his sister's call. And I wasn't at all hurt when he did just that.

"I'm sorry to run like this, but I really need to go check on her," Edward apologized as he searched the floor for his boxers. I found them under the canvas drop cloth and held them up. Edward approached me and reached out for them but I pulled my hand back just out of reach. His eyes dropped to mine.

"When will I see you again?" I asked.

Edward smiled and licked his lower lip. "How about tomorrow night? I'll bring us dinner and then we can play?"

I agreed and handed over his undergarments. "Thanks for sitting for me today. It really helped a lot."

"You're very welcome," he replied and leaned in to kiss me.

I didn't stop him from placing a soft sweet goodbye kiss on my lips and even pecked him back when his mouth lingered over mine for longer than it should have.

"I wasn't supposed to do that, was I?" he asked impishly after we parted.

"One little kiss won't ruin my training. I think I would allow at least one more," I teased him. As soon as the words were out of my mouth I was regretting them.

Edward surprised me then by wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me flush against his skin. I was sure some paint from my smock had transferred onto his chest but he didn't seem to care. "May I kiss you anywhere?" he panted, slipping further into the submissive role he seemed so comfortable in.

My body tensed up in response to Edward holding me so close. I'd never let him take the lead before and it did not feel right. I didn't know what Edward was thinking or what this encounter meant to him, but I was sure that for me it felt way too personal. I needed us to remain in our roles as dominant and submissive, with a dash of the companionship we could have as friends. That was all... because I'd promised myself not to fall for this man.

Edward's blood was running hot again as he quickly traded in all concern about his sister for the immediate needs of his hormones. Luckily for Alice, I couldn't ignore the anxiety that had begun beating in my chest any longer and I pushed him away. For a minute I had forgotten that he was an escort. I'd forgotten that he was indulging me pro-bono in my sexual deviancy that had destroyed my chances for a normal life. I'd forgotten everything except how his mouth felt against mine and that he was deliciously naked.

"I didn't give you permission to touch me like that. This isn't the way we should be doing this," I reminded him breathlessly. "And you're late to meet your sister."

"I'm sorry," he said. I watched his chest fall as the sex charged fog around his brain dissipated. "I just get so riled up around you. You're like a siren."

I blushed, disbelieving his words. "Alice is waiting for you."

"Damn it," he mumbled under his breath. He looked down and saw the paint smudges on his skin and smirked. "Oops."

"God, I'd love to clean that off of you right now," I said wistfully.

"But you just said-"

"I know what I said. Go tend to your sister's broken heart. While you're away I'll devise a plan for tomorrow night. That should get us back on track."

Edward backed away and grabbed his hardened cock with one hand. I would never grow tired of watching him touch himself. This time I could see he was trying to coax the beast back into its cave. Edward's sexual appetite would be satisfied later night when he met his 9 o'clock appointment. Once again I hated thinking that Edward fucked people other than me. I didn't even know how many men and women he was currently fucking and I knew that I was better off not knowing. I pushed those feelings down inside where I hoped to forget about them as I walked him to the door. He quickly dressed and laced up his sneakers.

"I'll call you tomorrow and let you know when I'll be over," he promised.

I opened the door and stepped back, careful to be out of kissing range just in case he was overcome by lust again. I waved goodbye as he headed down the steps and then closed my door softly. Edward was having a profound effect on me; and the frightening part was I didn't know where all this would lead. I needed to remind myself that Edward fucked people for a living and he enjoyed his job; he had no intentions of giving it up. Sexual submission was not just a hobby for Edward; it was obvious that he had deep dark needs just like I did. The only difference was he was much further down the path of his deviancy than me, and he liked being there. I was distraught about my feelings, Edward was enthusiastic in his. While I was still fighting my urges, Edward fully embraced his own. I could never forget that fact.

As I told Edward I would, I called Jacob to see if he was free for dinner. He was and we agreed to meet at our favorite local diner. My brother rarely had a lot to talk about. He was still dating his longtime girlfriend, Leah. He was still working the same job he had since graduating high school. The only news he ever had to share was how the Mariners were faring this season. Hanging out with Jacob was normal and familiar, two things I was happy to indulge in for a while. The diner served good yet inexpensive food and the waitresses knew us so we could sit there as long as we wanted and they'd keep the coffee and Coca Colas flowing.

By the time I arrived home it was after eight o'clock. I felt bloated and happy after downing a roast beef on rye, a slice of pecan pie, and four cups of coffee. I also forgot to switch to decaf so I was wired. I tidied up my art supplies, washed a few lingering dishes in the sink, and looked at the clock. 8:34. I decided to take a long hot shower to see if that relaxed me any. I washed my hair, shaved my legs, and exfoliated with some face wash Rosalie had given me. I slipped into some soft pajamas and was contemplating which movie I should pop into the DVD player when I noticed the time on my bedside table. 9:01. Edward was with his client. The male one that used him for live video streaming. I thought about what to do. Edward had never told me not to watch him. He wouldn't have given me the name of the website and called it a good learning experience if he wanted me to stay away, right?

Before I could chicken out I logged onto my computer and googled "Dark Knights." That didn't give me porn; that was Batman. So I tried "Dark Nights live streaming video" and that got me where I wanted to be. I could tell by the homepage that I was entering into some pretty heavy shit. The colors were dark. The models in the photos were scantily dressed in studded leather. And most off putting of all was the language that was used; words like Master, Pet, Victim, Pain, and Punish jumped out at me from the screen.

I found that in order to view any videos I needed to subscribe to this heinous community. It was 9:02 and my imagination was running wild with visions of Edward being tortured inhumanely. So I ran for my credit card and signed up to join the Dark Night community. I had to create a screen name. Quickly, I selected Deviant_Mind and logged in for the first time. A banner across the top of the screen alerted me that there was a live stream currently available and I knew in my gut that it was Edward's client. So I clicked it. My computer took five agonizing seconds to load the feed and took another two minutes to install an updated version of Java. By the time the video began to play it was 9:05 and I was climbing the walls.

Finally, I saw Edward, and just as he said it would be, his identity was shielded. Regardless, I still knew that this man, kneeling on knees and elbows, was in fact Edward Cullen despite his face being covered in a rubber Richard Nixon mask. I just knew. A few locks of his bronze hair were visible at the base of his neck. I recognized the tensed musculature of his arms and legs. I felt a connection and compassion for the man that cannot be described with words.

Edward's client was a menacing sight. Clad in leather pants and a silver dog collar, his identity was not a mystery. The video was labeled James Punishment #14. The room was small but the lighting was good; better for viewers at home I suspected. There was a ticker in the corner of the webpage that boasted 845 people were currently watching the stream. James had Edward positioned on a sophisticated looking table for his scene. I wondered where someone goes to buy a table like that. Surely he didn't pick up that beauty at Ikea.

Even though I logged in five minutes late it seemed as though James was still staging the scene and had yet to begin. Edward's masked head was turned towards the camera and I could see a leather strap across his neck to hold him in place. I was surprised to see that he wasn't naked yet; not that what looked like a red spandex speedo left much to the imagination. James laid Edward's hands palm side up and secured similar leather restrains across both wrists. His hands caressed Edward's skin from the base of his neck down his arched back to his hips. His hands pushed Edward's thighs apart a few more inches than before and then his ankles were swiftly bound in tight leather cuffs. There were buttons on the side of the unique table that, when James pressed one, tilted the table down in the front where Edward's head was. He was leaning at about a 45 degree angle when James lowered the height of the table to line Edward's ass up to the exact height of James' pelvis.

At first I was in awe of James. He oozed confidence and authority. Edward looked mighty sexy tied down to that table, and I found that I was jealous that it wasn't going to be me enjoying his body that evening. James stroked Edward's back soothingly and I saw Edward's shoulders relax just a little. I wondered if Edward was nervous or excited? He hadn't seemed particularly enamored with James when he described him earlier that afternoon. I got the feeling that Edward was putting up with James' unusual proclivities solely for the money he'd earn.

Out of nowhere a naked woman walked into the scene. She was very slender and had long black hair in a ponytail. James asked her for a plug and I watched intently to see if it was going to be what I expected. The woman walked out of view again and returned seconds later with a black object that fit in the palm of her hand. James held the butt plug up for his viewing audience to see and my fingers gripped the edges of my chair. He then slipped one finger into Edward's red underwear and tugged them down far enough to insert the plug into Edward's body. I bite my lower lip hard, embarrassed to be so turned on by this spectacle streaming live over the internet to 844 people besides me.

James patted Edward's ass cheek and then covered it with the measly bit of clothing Edward was wearing. "Time for your punishment, slave," he said in a commanding voice that sent a shiver up my spine. I tried to remind myself that Edward was a professional. He willingly submitted his body in this manner just about every day of the week.

Without warning James tore away Edward's underwear. I watched his body twitch in surprise as that was the only movement he was capable of given the way James had him so tightly restrained. The naked woman walked to James' side and handed him a long thin cane.

I had only a moment's time to acknowledge what was about to happen before James administered the first blow onto Edward's ass. Edward whimpered and James told him to shut up. The naked woman reminded Edward his safe word was "sissy."

James rocked back and forth on his heels as the cane cracked against Edward's skin in various places. I watched in horror as James adjusted his tight pants and struck again. There was no way to tell exactly how Edward was handling the scene since his face was masked. He made noises though, unlike any I'd heard him make when it was me playing with him. Deep pink lines appeared where James had hit him and I began growing apprehensive and wished for the caning to end. Most of the blows landed on Edward's ass but a few hit his lower back. Edward's fists were clenched and I yelled at the computer screen for James to stop hurting him. It seemed like this dominant was letting out serious aggression on Edward. Had Edward known the scene would be like this?

It felt like a very long time but when James finally dropped the cane I heard him say Edward had received twelve strikes. It felt like much more than that and I decided then and there that I could never be a dominant that punished. At least not through physical pain. I watched intently to see what was in store for my poor Edward next. James instructed the woman to calm Edward down while he prepared himself for "the fun part." Edward's hands finally unclenched and I saw him breathe in deeply. I wondered how long his flesh would be tender from the beating. It was no wonder to me anymore why James had trouble finding volunteers for his scenes. Did Edward simply tolerate this painful aspect to submitting or had he enjoyed it? I feared that I might already know the answer to that question.

The woman released the leather strap holding Edward's neck down and he quickly turned his covered face away from the camera. She rubbed his neck soothingly and slowly moved her hands over his shoulder blades massaging as she went down his back. While she worked to ease Edward's tension James removed his leather pants and folded them neatly on a metal chair in the corner. He tugged the butt plug from Edward's body and handed it to the woman. She walked off camera to deposit the item somewhere but then didn't return.

James untied Edward's wrists and re-positioned them to grip the edge of the table. Edward turned his head so he was looking straight ahead with one hand on either side. The table was still titled downwards with Edward's ankles restrained and his ass in the air. For the next several minutes I watched with my mouth gaped open as James thrust his long hard cock into Edward over and over again. I'd never witnessed two men fucking before. James had many muscles that bulged and pulsated as he rocked harder and harder into Edward. He also had a filthy mouth that spewed some of the most shocking things I'd ever heard.

This was more in line with what I'd been eager to watch when I turned on the computer, though I had to try and ignore the evidence of Edward's beating in order to enjoy it. It was strangely erotic to watch them fuck like animals but my mind just couldn't set aside the painful pink lines on Edward's skin that reminded me of the punishment that preceded this display of anal sex.

After James yelled, and swore, and came he eased off the condom he'd thankfully been wearing. He unstrapped Edward's ankles and I figured it was over. But then the still naked woman reappeared and James told her to reward Edward for his good behavior. I couldn't believe Edward could become aroused after that scene but I was once again surprised when the woman tapped Edward's shoulder and told him to flip over onto his back. He was hard. After getting caned and fucked in the ass by a cold cruel dominant, Edward's penis was standing tall like the Washington Monument.

The naked woman climbed onto the table facing away from Edward's head and straddled his chest, leaning her face over his crotch. I heard him moan clear as day from inside the rubber mask. My stomach lurched. Naked woman sucked him into her mouth with fervor as if she'd been waiting this whole time for her part of the show and she was determined to do it right. To my further horror, Edward continued moaning in pleasure and his hands even came up to grip her hips.

When his fingers slipped between her thighs I huffed in anger and slammed my laptop shut. If education into BDSM life had been Edward's intention when giving me the name of this website he had certainly succeeded, but I'd had more than enough education for one evening.