Chapter 9:
A few days after Edward declared that I "owned" his body, I was reminded exactly how often I had to share it with other people. It was Tuesday afternoon and I was deciding what toys and props to use for my scene with Edward later that evening. The morning had been spent working on some art for my freelance graphic design gig and I was ready for some playtime. Then the text from Edward arrived.
I was just put on the schedule for a client at 8pm. I'm gonna have to get a rain check for tonight. :-( -E
I frowned at my phone as I typed a response. MMM or the other kind? - B
If Edward's boss at Maryland's Men Mingle needed him to escort a lady around Annapolis tonight, then I could get over being stood up four hours before I was supposed to have Edward all to myself. I could hardly argue if he had to work; it wasn't like I was paying him any longer. But, if he was ditching me to play submissive for some other Dominant, then I was miffed. I knew training was where Edward made the real money, but that didn't mean I had to be happy about it. I'd wanted to play with him tonight. I'd wanted to tease his body in a variety of new ways and get my turn owning him for however long I was able. My turn!
The other kind. It's a married couple actually- but one sub isn't enough for this Dom. - E
Really? That sounds interesting. I can't imagine playing with two subs at once! - B
They're good people. I've played with them before. Would you like to come? - E
Come?! I'm not having sex with a couple of strangers! Married strangers! - B
I threw my phone down on the bed. Even after a month of knowing him and his antics, Edward was still surprising me. Did he think I was going to tag along to these people's house and ask to play? Unbelievable.
My phone buzzed twice.
You would be observing, silly Bella! You watched me before and said you liked it, remember? - E
It would be good for your training! - E
The sex part I liked. I did NOT like watching you get abused! - B
There won't be any punishment in this session. Just pleasure. What do you say? - E
I paced around my bedroom for a minute or so, debating how to reply. I usually drove myself crazy on nights when I knew Edward was out fucking someone else besides me. My imagination always ran wild wondering what types of scenes they were doing. It might be nice to be there and see for myself that he was being treated with respect. And truth be told, I had liked watching Edward in that web streamed scene. It was hot… the parts when he wasn't being beaten with a cane. And I learned a little something about how doms and subs interact in more professional pairings. Hmmm...
OK, fine. As long as these people agree to it before we go. - B
Excellent! And they will be thrilled. Wear something sexy. Pick you up at 7:15. - E
Sexy? WHY? I'm not playing with them! - B
For me. Please? - E
I rolled my eyes and groaned. This man was insatiable! I texted back that I'd wear a low cut top and maybe a skirt. He texted back dashes and commas in the shape of an erect penis.
"He's a man-child!" I explained to my empty apartment. The apartment didn't argue my point.
At least my night had been salvaged. I'd have to put away the anal beads for another occasion, but I'd still get to see Edward tonight, and that's all I cared about. We'd get time alone together during the car ride and then he'd be naked for a while. There was that. Then more time alone in the car on the way home. The possibility of my learning something new about this lifestyle intrigued me too. I ran into my closet to find something to wear.
Edward picked me up at 7:15 and as we drove, he told me more about the married couple he would be subbing for that evening. Janice and Ian were in their mid thirties, no kids, and lived in the suburbs that surrounded the city. Edward had only subbed for them once before, but said they'd been working with Emmett's team of moonlighters for several years so he trusted them. I asked if he knew what kind of a scene he'd be doing and Edward explained that he didn't, for the same reason he never knew what to expect when he played with me.
We pulled up in front of a nicely kept ranch style home just before eight o'clock. I was decidedly more nervous than Edward. He smiled at me and took my hand as we walked up the path to the front door. A petite brunette woman answered the door and introduced herself as Janice. She shook my hand kindly and I told her my name, thanking her for allowing me to observe.
"You're very welcome here, Miss Bella. Master will be pleased to make your acquaintance. You may go into the living room to wait for him. It's time for the subs to go downstairs and prepare," Janice explained.
I looked at Edward warily, but he just smiled and nodded. "I need to follow Janice. You'll be okay?"
"Yes," I said softly and squeezed his hand that was still holding mine. Edward bent down to kiss my cheek and then extracted his hand from my death grip. Okay, so I was nervous. I hadn't expected to be separated from Edward so quickly. And now I would be walking into a stranger's living room waiting to meet Master.
I watched as Janice led Edward down the hallway and through a door that must have led to the basement. I did as I was instructed, and sat on the living room sofa to wait for Ian. It wasn't long before he arrived. Tall and muscular, Ian looked he could have been a police officer or military man. I stood instinctively to greet him.
"You must be Isabella?" he greeted with a smile.
"Just Bella. And yes, thank you very much for allowing me to come this evening. I hope I'm not intruding."
"Absolutely not. I love helping the inexperienced learn the lifestyle," he said reassuringly.
Ian smiled and looked me over from head to toe without even trying to be subtle about it. I'd worn a red dressy tank top that showed off my cleavage and a knee length black skirt- both for Edward's viewing pleasure. Ian was taking inventory of my assets as if I was applying to be his third submissive for the evening. I decided it was time I proved myself to be a fellow dominant.
"I've come mainly to see how a couple such as you and Janice conduct yourselves during a scene. I find it encouraging that you can maintain this sort of sexual relationship in addition to a healthy marriage."
Ian nodded thoughtfully. "It's because of the submission that our marriage works. We both need it, you know? We bought this house for a particular reason. Upstairs, in the main home, we are husband and wife. But downstairs, where we go to play, Janice is my slave."
"I see. You keep the dual roles separated with the physical living space. And that works?"
"Has for eleven years so far," he replied smirking. "Are you and Edward married?"
I blushed. "Oh, no, I'm just his client. And kind of his friend. He's training me," I said visibly flummoxed.
Ian nodded his head towards the stairs. "Come on, follow my lead. Our slaves are waiting for us. There's an extra chair down there in the playroom. You take a seat and watch. Please refrain from speaking during the scene. I can answer any questions you might have when we're finished. Oh, and if you do get the urge to join in, signal me by standing up and removing your clothes. I'll figure out how to work you into the scene."
"Thank you, but I'm fairly certain my ass is going to remain in that chair the entire time," I said confidently.
Ian chuckled and mumbled something under his breath. It sounded like 'we'll see about that." Hrumph.
The basement level of the house was completely finished and had several rooms. It didn't look like a dungeon or playroom right away, probably to keep up appearances with friends and family that might visit. But once you stepped through the double doors on the right side of the living space, it was like walking into a strip club. The walls were dark blue, and carpeting a light brown. There was a long couch on one side of the room that I recognized from my research. Of course there was a large bed, some cabinetry that likely housed Ian's toys and props, and a stripper pole was installed near the center of the room. I also noticed some other unique furnishings that had specific uses for either pleasure or pain.
After getting acquainted with the room itself, my eyes fell to the submissives kneeling on the floor. Janice and Edward were both naked, kneeling side by side on what looked like yoga mats. Their eyes were closed and they looked peaceful. I found my designated chair and glued my butt to it. No way was I moving until the scene was over.
Ian began by doing all the things I'd seen and read about online. He addressed his slaves (as he called them) and complimented their posture. He reviewed his rules and made them repeat their safe words. Then he told them to stand, but to keep their gaze down to the floor. Edward was instructed to remove Ian's shirt for him and then had Janice remove his pants. The man wore no undergarments. I was officially the only person not naked in the room. It reminded how my first scene with Edward had begun; him completely naked and me clothed the entire time, watching him. Now there were three naked people in the room. It was unreal to me how quickly I'd gotten to this place. I was proud of myself that I could finally be naked in front of Edward without apprehension. Being part of a foursome though... not quite there yet!
I watched as Ian shackled his submissives' hands over their heads with chains that hung down from anchors in the ceiling. He worked each of them over with a leather riding crop. Ian began with Janice; giving her a few warm up taps. Then he did the same to Edward. He alternated back and forth between subs and also kept the placement of each tap seemingly random. The crop landed on thighs, stomachs, breasts, and ass cheeks. I found this part of the evening very informative, since I'd never used this tool on Edward before. As with everything else I'd seen Edward do, and had done to him, he showed clear signs of arousal from the use of the riding crop. I couldn't wait to incorporate it into one of our scenes.
Once the bodies of his submissives were humming with arousal, Ian unlocked the cuffs from Edward and gave his specific instructions. "Slave, this one is going to try to run. I need you to hold her wrists as soon as they're released and help me carry her to the bed. Do you understand?"
Edward answered, "yes, Master." My tummy flipped with excitement. Damn, Edward was sexy when he submitted.
Ian unlocked Janice's handcuffs and just as he suggested, she struggled to get free. Edward wrapped his hands tightly around her wrists and Ian lifted her off the ground. They carried Janice to the bed, still struggling to free herself, but clearly overpowered by the two men. Ian cuffed her ankles to the bed posts, her thighs spread wide. Edward had to climb up onto the bed to hold her arms down as she writhed on the bedding.
I understood that she was acting; that Janice's role was to play the part of a slave. It made sense for her character to want to escape. It added an element of excitement to the scene I'd never thought of myself. The closest I came was when Edward had been blindfolded for an extended period of time and he didn't know where I was, or what I would do next. I recalled the slight fear in his voice as he'd called out to me; it had been quite arousing to feel that power over him.
"Pin her arms down, slave," Ian said to Edward. Ian pulled Janice's body closer to the edge of the bed and I could tell he was about to fuck her. Edward was kneeling on the bed, hovering over her face as he prevented her arms from flailing.
Ian rubbed her clit with his thumb and said some really dirty things to warm her up. Then he grabbed her hips and plunged his cock inside her. Janice cried out, but the sounds were definitely ones of familiar pleasure. "You like that, my slutty little whore, don't fight it," he chuckled to himself. Janice continued the charade of trying to get her arms free, while Edward struggled to keep his weight pressed down on her. Gradually, Ian picked up the pace of his pounding hips.
After a minute or so, one of Janice's arms broke free from Edward's hold. Ian paused his rhythm and looked at Edward. I was worried this could mean something bad for Edward; failing in his task, but it seemed to actually please Ian that Janice had succeeded. It meant Janice required more restraint than simple hands over her wrists.
"Slave, you need to keep this one's body still until I've finished with her pussy. Sit on her face if you have too. And she's making quite a bit of noise, so stuff her mouth with your cock. This little whore loves to suck cock."
My eyes bugged just a little as Edward moved into the position he was told. His thighs straddled Janice's head and she opened her mouth wide to take his cock in her mouth. Edward's hands were on either side of her hips, bracing his weight so he didn't hurt her. I nearly came in my panties when he began thrusting his hips against her face. I wanted to be the one touching him!
Ian resumed fucking her pussy and I watched as this petite woman took on two cocks at once. It was horrifying, yet fascinating at the same time. I kept waiting for her to choke on Edward's dick but she never did. Ian was clearly more aroused now that Edward was within reach and working towards his own orgasm. Ian reached forward a few times to run his hand through Edward's hair or brace himself on Edward's shoulders as he rocked against Janice's body.
Once, when Ian's hand was on Edward's shoulder, Edward leaned his head against Ian's forearm and licked it. I wondered if that was a signal of some kind because a few moments later, Ian leaned forward and caught Edward's mouth in a searing kiss. I almost fell out of the chair.
They continued kissing until Janice moaned very loudly beneath them. Ian recognized the sound and reached down to rub her clit. She was on the brink of orgasm. Edward refocused his efforts on thrusting into her mouth to make himself come and Ian did the same, although simultaneously coaxing what appeared to be a very strong orgasm from Janice with the help of his thumb rubbing circles over her clit.
Ian groaned from pleasure just seconds after Janice began convulsing in her orgasm. Edward followed them soon after, with Ian watching his face intently as he bellowed out in pleasure. My mouth hung open in shock as all three people on the bed sighed in contentment and gingerly extracted their various body parts from one another. Edward rolled onto his back next to Janice and Ian stood up straight to stretch out his back and arms.
But it wasn't over.
Ian performed a little aftercare by cleaning Janice and Edward's sweaty bodies with damp cloths. They both shivered when the cloths were dragged lightly over their genitals; obviously still recovering from their shared pleasure. Ian went to a sink and rinsed out the cloths slowly, probably to give his submissives a few extras moments to catch their breaths.
"Slave, I see you are no longer trying to flee. Perhaps you've experienced the benefit of belonging to me?" Ian asked Janice.
"Yes, Master," she replied.
"Very good. Now, I want you to lay your head at the top of the bed, right there on the pillow. Relax now, while this other slave tends to you."
Edward stood up to get out of her way and Janice shifted on the bed as Ian instructed her. I waited with baited breath to see what he meant by "tending" to her. What was he going to have Edward do now?
"Slave, climb back up on this bed and settle your head between my whore's legs. She needs to be cleaned up a bit more. I believe she's still quite dirty."
Ian went to a table to retrieve some lubricating gel as Edward knelt on the bed with his ass in the air and his face between Janice's thighs. "Very good. Now, my little whore, tell this slave what you want."
Janice hesitated for a moment and then replied, "I want him to lick me clean, Master. On the inside."
Ian slapped Edward's ass. "Did you hear her, slave?"
"Yes, Master," Edward replied. "I will lick her clean until she comes, Master."
Ian smiled and slapped Edward a few more times. He didn't flinch in pain; the contact of hand to cheek was meant for pleasure. At least I knew I was enjoying it.
"As soon as I'm inside you, you may begin, slave," Ian said sternly. Apparently, no one's pleasure began until his did.
I watched with nervous anticipation as Ian wrapped his dick in a condom, lubed it up, and prepared Edward to receive him. He entered Edward slowly, making sure to give him time to adjust to the intrusion. Edward moaned a little and arched his back. Ian slid in about an inch more and Edward's fingers gripped the bedding.
"Shhh, slave, relax your body," Ian coached in a soothing voice. "You've taken my cock before, and I recall how much you loved it."
"I do, Master," Edward whispered. "I want all of you. Please."
Ian chuckled and slapped Edward's ass once more. "Be patient. The fun is about to begin."
I bit down on my lip, thinking that it must have smarted at least a little bit as Ian's long, hard cock slid further into Edward. But then they moaned in unison. My fingers unclenched as the tense moment passed, but then something else clenched. I was so aroused, sitting in that chair, I felt like I was going to come without even touching myself. And then they started moving!
Ian began thrusting in and out of Edward, who groaned in pleasure as his face dropped down to Janice's clit and began licking. From my view, I could really only see Ian from behind and Edward from the side. Most of Janice was obscured by her spread thighs, but I wasn't particularly interested in her anyway. My eyes never left Edward as he was being fucked senseless from behind, and licking and tongue-fucking Janice with equal vigor.
"I need to come, Master," Janice begged a few minutes later.
Ian felt around Edward's waist and gripped his cock in his hand. I'd been monitoring it, so I knew Edward was erect. But it was clear to me that he was not close to an orgasm. All his telltale signs were absent. Ian pumped him a few times but Edward shook his head.
"Not there yet," he admitted. I wondered what the problem was, not knowing Edward to ever have trouble finishing before.
"You may come when you're ready whore. Then, we'll help your slave friend finish too," Ian instructed.
I battled internally between wanting to go to Edward and not wanting to enter the scene. Janice writhed around for about thirty seconds and then her orgasm exploded. Her thighs clenched against the sides of Edward's head as she rode it out. Ian was still pounding hard into Edward ass and my poor friend wasn't getting the experience he deserved.
Without another thought, I stood up and stripped off my tank top and skirt. I hoped that Ian would be satisfied with that much effort and not make me get completely naked. I showed myself to him and gestured my hand towards Edward. Ian nodded and resumed what he was doing. Janice had sat up and moved away from Edward's head; now just watching the two men fuck.
Cautiously, I approached Edward's side and ran my hand through his hair. His eyes had been screwed shut in concentration, but they opened at the feel of my hand on his head. "I'm here," I said soothingly. "I couldn't keep my hands off you another second, my pet."
My left hand ghosted over his back and I made sure that my breasts were pressed against his face. Edward moaned and nuzzled his face against my chest. "That's it, baby. I've been watching you all night and I am so hot for you right now. I need you to make me come; can you do that for me?"
"Yes, Mistress," he purred.
"Good boy," I cooed in response.
I climbed onto the edge of the bed and Edward turned his head towards me so he could see my hand slipping underneath the satin panties I was wearing. I inched my way close enough to Edward's hips that I could reach his cock. Ian's hand was still pumping him, but relinquished control to me when my fingers brushed his aside. Edward could feel the transfer immediately and I swear I felt his cock throb in my hand.
Ian altered his positioning a little, forcing Edward's ass higher in the air and his face pressed more firmly against the mattress. His head was turned towards me and he was trying to maintain eye contact, though it wasn't easy with the forceful thrusting of the dominant behind him. I moaned as I pleasured myself and Edward moaned as I pumped his cock the way I knew he liked it. Soon, the noises he was making told me he was close. I looked at Ian and nodded, hoping he understood my signal.
"I'm so close, slave," Ian warned.
"Me too, pet, I'm going to come any minute," I added.
Edward grunted and I knew it was time. "I'm coming for you, Mistress," he hissed through clenched teeth.
Ian threw his head back, I squeezed my eyes shut, and Edward clawed at the bedding. The sounds of another round of orgasms rang out through the room as Ian, Edward, and I found our releases together.
I fell back onto the bed, amazed at what I had just done. Ian carefully extracted himself from Edward's backside and left to tend to the condom situation. Edward fell limply to his side and I moved over to wrap my arm around his waist. "You were amazing," I whispered into his ear.
He mumbled something I couldn't understand. I looked over at Janice and she smiled at me. Fuck me, what a crazy night this turned out to be!
"Thank you for joining us this evening," Ian said coolly. "Please, stay as long as you like. There are water bottles and fruit in the mini fridge. If you'll excuse us, I'm going to take my wife upstairs to bed."
I lay with Edward another minute or so while Ian carried Janice up the stairs. Finally, when we were alone, I leaned over Edward's prostrate body and kissed his cheek.
I asked Edward if he preferred it if I drove back, but he insisted that he was capable. Instead of taking me home, Edward suggested we go back to his apartment. I was tired and my mind was a complete jumble of emotions after such an intense evening, but the offer to see where Edward lived was too tempting to pass up. I knew how big a step it was for Edward, allowing someone he considered part of his professional life to see his home. So I agreed and Edward drove us back to his place. We didn't talk much at all on the ride, both lost in our own thoughts, I figured.
He lived in a modern building; something constructed in the 21st century unlike my old, practically historical, four story walk-up. Edward's building even had an elevator! We rode it to the fifth floor and he directed me to the second door on the right. The space was much bigger than I expected and appeared professionally decorated. That must have been Alice's handiwork. Her influence was everywhere from the choice of artwork to the crème colored sofas. The living room was larger than mine and the kitchen area was an open concept. There were two doors along one wall that were likely a closet and perhaps a bathroom. Then down the hall were two bedroom doors.
"Alice isn't home," Edward said, answering my unspoken question. "She's staying at her boyfriend's place tonight."
"Thank you for inviting me here, Edward. Being in your apartment is like finding another clue that unlocks the mystery surrounding you."
Edward smirked. "Am I really that mysterious to you?"
"You are the most complicated and interesting person I've ever met," I said honestly. "And after tonight? It's like you just tacked on a few more layers of mystery."
Edward plopped down on the larger of the two sofas and patted the spot beside him. He kicked off his shoes and rested his arm on the back of the couch as he turned towards me. I smiled at him, feeling a little unsure of what he was expecting. Surely he couldn't want to fuck again? Not after the night he'd had in Ian's basement?
"I'm glad you're here too," he said yawning. Okay, maybe sex wasn't on his mind at the moment. "I'm sorry we didn't get to be alone tonight like we'd planned."
"No we didn't," I agreed. "But I certainly still received my training."
He smirked. "Yes, you did. I'm proud of you; for the way you conducted yourself all evening. You're becoming an amazing Domme."
"Thank you," I accepted bashfully. "I'm still struggling with my inhibitions. Sometimes, I have to really concentrate to keep from feeling shame."
Edward tucked a loose strand of my dark hair behind my ear and gazed sleepily into my eyes. "You're so beautiful. You have absolutely no reason to feel shame. About any of this," he said emphatically.
I smiled and Edward gently pressed his lips to mine. I couldn't remember where we stood when it came to kissing outside of our scenes, but I had no desire to push him away. Edward opened his mouth over mine and I kissed him back. He kissed me slowly, as if he had all the time in the world. We enjoyed the taste of one another, but the kissing never escalated. I felt plenty of heat, but there was no urgency in his kiss. I think Edward was just too wiped to try and fuck me.
I pulled back for air and Edward blinked a few times; a content smile creeping over his face. "Do you mind if I get some water from the kitchen?" I asked.
"There are bottles of it in the refrigerator. Help yourself to anything you'd like," he murmured.
I got up to find the water bottles and also stopped off to use the bathroom. I wanted to rinse my mouth and empty my bladder just in case the kissing continued on the couch, which I was sort of hoping it would.
I was barely gone five minutes, but when I returned to the living room I found Edward asleep. He was stretched out on the sofa with his head on a throw pillow. He looked so young, so sweet, I couldn't think of waking him. Instead, I covered him in a blanket that was lying across an armchair and then sat down in it to watch him sleep. I thought about grabbing an Uber home, but I didn't want to leave Edward. So I stayed and watched his chest rise and fall with each intake of breath.
It was maybe a half an hour later when the front door opened. I was just dozing off to sleep when I heard someone across the room gasp in surprise. I figured the woman had to be Edward's younger sister, Alice, but she saw me as nothing more than an intruder. She was reaching for the Louisville Slugger by the closet door when I called out her name, surprising her.
"Alice! It's me, Bella. Do you know who I am?"
Alice relaxed out of her batting stance and smiled. "Bella? Really? Oh, my God! Hi there!"
"Hi," I replied and looked over my shoulder to see if Edward had woken up. Nope, still out cold. "I'm so sorry I scared you. Edward said you weren't coming home tonight."
She saw her brother on the couch and worry crossed her face again. "What happened, is he okay?"
"Oh, yeah. Yeah. He's fine. Just tired. We were out- um, we went out tonight and he asked me to come back here afterwards. I don't think he realized how sleepy he was until he crashed out on me."
"He brought you home with him? Wow," she exclaimed, clearly impressed.
I shrugged, not know what else to say. I had no idea who Alice thought I was to her brother. Maybe she thought I was a girlfriend? But obviously, a girlfriend who he'd never invited home before.
"I'm being so rude!" she whispered. "Come into the kitchen. Let me make you a cup of tea," Alice offered. She waved me over so I followed her into the kitchen area. She grabbed a few mugs and began searching the cabinets for tea bags. We sat at the bar stools that were tucked under the island counter top and sipped our tea.
"I'm so happy to meet you," she began, keeping her voice low. "Edward hasn't brought a girl home in ages. But he talks about you a lot so I was hoping maybe I'd see you around sooner or later."
"What has he told you about me?" I wondered.
"Let's see. You are twenty four and a Virgo. You live alone and used to play piano like Edward did. Oh, and you're a very talented artist. He told me he's been posing for you. Will I get to see the painting when it's all done?"
There was no way she'd be excited to see my work if she knew the subject matter was her naked brother. "Erm, did he describe anything about the painting to you?"
"Something about him... sitting in a chair?" Alice answered.
Yeah, Edward left out a few details. "It could be a while, but I'll let you know if it ever goes to the gallery," I promised weakly. She smiled and sipped tea happily.
"So, um... Edward didn't tell you how we met?" I asked nervously. I prayed silently that Alice didn't know my secret.
Alice smiled. "He told me he met you through work. So, I'm assuming that means you meet him on Maryland's Men Mingle's Facebook site, right? He escorted you, that's how you met him?"
"No, I've never used that service," I answered honestly, which turned out to be a mistake.
"Okay... but if you've never hired an escort how did you meet Edward? It's okay... I know Edward works for MMM, if that's what you're worried about," she replied.
"Oh, okay good," I replied stupidly.
"Wait... so you are an MMM customer? Or maybe you met Edward through Emmett's side business? My brother never leaves this apartment unless it's for groceries or work, so I know he didn't meet you through friends. He doesn't have any!"
"What? How do you know about the side business?" I asked, panicking. Alice was too alert to miss the fear in my voice.
"Oh, my God! Seriously, that's how you met him? I was joking!" she giggled.
Alice peeked over her shoulder to make sure Edward was still sleeping soundly on the sofa. She turned back to me and said, "I know all about what Edward does for MMM. On and off the books," she whispered. "He has no idea I know, but once we were out with his boss, Emmett, just hanging out at a bar. Emmett got really drunk and told me about his side business. It answered so many questions about my brother that I knew he was telling me the truth!"
"What? How much do you know?" I gasped.
"How much do you know?" she countered.
"I know a lot. More than I thought you did!"
Alice clapped her hands together in excitement. "This is so great. I have a thousand questions about my brother and you probably know all the answers!"
"Alice, I can't tell you anything. Besides, I've just been dabbling..." I lied.
She stopped smiling and looked at me differently; like I was a lost soul or something. I hated the feeling that washed over me that came from being exposed. And that is what had just happened. I'd been exposed for the deviant sexual creature I'd become. I felt a little light headed.
"Bella, it's okay. I know Edward sells his body for sex. Emmett told me what a lucrative business he's got going. Edward doesn't know that I found out about what he really does. But, he's my brother. I'm going to love him whether he's a gigolo or not!" she said.
"You make it sound like he's a prostitute," I whispered.
"What else do you call it?"
I shook my head. "I can't betray his trust and tell you anything more. I'm sure he'd be crushed to learn that you know even a little bit about his clients. All Edward wants to do is protect you," I said defensively.
"Protect me from what?"
"Edward told me about your parents; how he's had to provide for you the past few years. Edward's doing the best he can to support you financially, and make sure that you have a roof over your head and a college education."
Alice looked at me as if I had two heads, which seemed weird to me since she just learned that I've paid Edward to have sex with me. That revelation didn't cause her to flinch, but his protecting her made her face twist up in bewilderment.
"Um... Bella, what are you talking about? Edward doesn't work for MMM or Emmett's nighttime gig to support me."
"He doesn't?" I asked in shock.
"Well, I mean he does pay for things like the rent, and food, and he gives me shopping money... but that's about it. Our parents made a will before they died. Edward and I were both left with trust funds to pay for our college educations. Our uncle owns an advertising business and has offered us both jobs anytime we want to go work for his company. Edward turns him down every time Uncle Carlisle offers. It's become like a running joke in our family."
"I don't understand," I said. "Then why does he do it? Just for the sex?"
Alice nodded as if I was the one who was finally getting the whole picture. "Bella, my brother doesn't just like sex... he needs it. I'm guessing you've figured that out by now?"
"Yes," I whispered, deciding to lay my cards on the table. "I've been having sex with Edward."
Alice giggled. "I figured that much out back when I thought you were just his girlfriend! But you're not, are you? You're one of his customers?"
"No, not anymore. I... You're right that I met him through MMM's side business. But I don't pay him. When Edward and I see each other it's personal time- not a business transaction."
"That makes you the closest thing to a girlfriend he's had in a very long time, Bella," she explained.
"So, if Edward doesn't need to make so much money to support you, and he could go work for your uncle any time he wanted, then he's really only working with Emmett for one reason," I deduced from what Alice had told me.
"Bingo," she said sadly. "The only reason Edward is working at MMM or Emmett's side business is because of his sex addiction."
Alice was confirming what I had known to be true from the first night I spent with Edward. He loved sex, craved it, and required it like air or water. But what Alice seemed to still be missing was the deviant nature of the actual sex that Edward was addicted to. It wasn't about having lots of casual sex with different women. It was the willful submission of his body, the bondage, the pleasure mixed with pain that he really craved. Alice made it clear that all this was affecting his family life, his social life, and his career opportunities. Sex was apparently all Edward thought about.
The worst part was that I'd never be able to help him overcome it, considering the fact that I shared his affliction.
A/N: So, obviously I've resumed writing this story after a very long hiatus. I'll try to keep chapters coming as soon as they're ready. There should be about 20 total. Thanks, please leave a review.
