Disclamer: If I owned Twilight would I be writing fanfiction for it online? No, I'd be living lavishly and thinking up new things to do with it.

Author's note: So. I feel absolutely freaking TERRIBLE. I haven't updated at all and this chapter sucks. Both of my betas never got around to writing back to me and I want to get this out before I have to get to midterms and totally forget this exists. So there it is. Hope you likee it. Oh and I didn't do the quotes. Sorry. I PROMISE I'll do it next time and that's how you'll know that I'm working on a chapter and it's almost complete. Oh and please get an account it's a pain to give quotes when I have to copy and paste and create new emails and stuff. And I can't give a quote if there's no reply address at all.

.:Edward's Point of View:.

Whoosh! I heard the sound of shaving cream and when I looked in…

My Bella was shaving…for me. I couldn't believe my eyes. I rushed over to her and put my hands over hers.

"Shh…you don't have to do that," I said quietly.

"But I want to," she replied, pouting.

I shook my head and retreated from the bathroom, waiting until I heard the shower running before I left to sit in her room.

Bella returned a few minutes later wrapped in a towel and dripping wet. The sight of her in front of me sprung my manhood back to life. Slowly, I rose from my chair and crossed the room to kiss her softly, slowly. She pulled away for breath and I smiled and retreated, I didn't want to lose control around her; it was already hard to keep it in the first place. She got dressed and tapped me on the shoulder.

"I'm hungry"

I smiled and we went downstairs so I could fix her breakfast.

"Almost done?" I asked. We were at my house doing homework. Well, Bella was doing homework on the floor while I was on the computer making sure the websites I needed were available to me with just a click of the mouse. I was ready: was she?

I had never felt so nervous in my entire life; if I were human I would have been . And it would not have been what my momma gave me.

There was so much I wanted to show her, to teach her. But I didn't know if there would be enough time. Charlie was expecting her back tonight, unless Alice did something about that…and I was praying she would.

"Bella," I said, "I need to go talk to Alice about something." She nodded as her brows furrowed, obviously stumped by her answer to a question. On my way out the door I tossed her the answer.

Alice agreed to get Charlie to let Bella stay for the night. I returned to the room and was surprised to find Bella sitting on my bed looking at me with an odd look on her face.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing," she said, shaking her head. "I'm finished with my homework." Her eyes lit up when she said this.

I sighed, "Come on." I pulled her up and brought her to my computer. She tried to grab another chair and sit down but I forced her into my lap. My Bella wasn't going to sit there. She was to sit on me: she was…mine.

At the realization of what I was becoming hit me I shook my head and smiled at her sweetly, pulling up the first website. I began to show her everything about BDSM—Bondage, Domination, and Sado-Machism. At the end she looked a little overwhelmed and I could smell the scent of her arousal: a good sign. I paused a bit, preparing to tell her my last bit of information: what I was interested in.

This time it was a word document.

.:Bella's Point of View:.

I resented the fact that Edward was making me do my homework first. I didn't care about what I was doing and honestly the only thing I cold think about was what was to come. It was incredibly distracting and I'm sure Edward knew it. Homework was excruciatingly long. It seemed to drag on and on and on. It seemed like it would have no end. But, finally, it was done.

I stood up and stretched, wincing at a pain in my shoulder. I rubbed it while walking over to the bed. I wanted to go over to the computer but was terrified that Edward would catch me, and just as my internal debate began he walked in. Relieved that I hadn't done it after all I shook off his concerns and followed him to the computer, dragging a chair along the way. But he wouldn't let me sit in it; instead I sat across his lap. Silently, I thanked god that I was wearing jeans today and not a skirt. If I got wet he'd be able to feel it. My cheeks almost burned at the thought of it. But before I could think any further, he pulled up a website.

For a long time we sat there together. Floggers, Paddles, Crops, and Straps. Spanking, Ointment, Oils, and Jellies. Clamps, Plugs, Dildos, and Vibrators. Wax Play. There was even more to this than I could relate to you and by the time he was finished I was absolutely soaked. I was sure Edward had noticed so I continued to stare straight ahead…that was until I saw what he pulled up next.

It was a list. A very long list. A list so full of delightfully and deliciously sinful things I nearly had an orgasm at the sight of it. In fact, I did. I couldn't help myself. I started to moan and trash about on his leg. He looked at me quizzically and then finally understood. Smirking, he kissed me, sandwiching my top lip between his. I latched onto his bottom one and sucked gently. I moaned his name when he shifted me so I was sitting on one of his legs, facing him. That position made it so my clit was rubbing against his leg with our every movement. That familiar feeling began to pool in my stomach. His tongue swept against my lip before he bit it. I moaned again and he pushed his tongue into my mouth. He tried to gain control but I wouldn't let him. I pushed his tongue back into his mouth and attacked it there. He growled and fought back. Finally he won and broke away from the kiss, licking and sucking on my neck. That drove me crazy. Edward pulled me closer and the feel of his erection against my leg sent me over the edge. I came again, shuddering and convulsing against him. When I came down from my second orgasmic high, he had this extremely smug look on his face, and he had a right to. He gave me two orgasms and didn't even touch me once. I have never heard of that happening before, but I loved the feel of it.

.:Keith's Point of View:.

I hadn't seen Bella for days, and it was really showing. Every time I am away from her I feel weak, and I get this primal need to be with her. If I'm not careful it takes over; it controls me. That's what possessed me to find Bella in the first place, and now that I've seen her I am only hungry for more.

Bella is like a drug to me. Though the effects are the opposite. I need to be with her for a long time, otherwise it is only worse after the encounter. She fills me up. Every single empty space in my body is filled with her presence when I am around her. I feel whole like I haven't since…well…I don't like to talk about it. It's not healthy. Not to mention I break down every time the thought even crosses my mind.

I don't know what to do! That…well he told me to not come back for at least a few days. I couldn't help but sneer when I thought of him. Has it been long enough? For all I know he could have made her forget about me by now. He could have filled her head with so many lies—with so much bullshit—that she won't even want to look at me when she sees me. How could I reverse that? Obviously he's telling her he loves her. But no one could love Bella more than I do. She is my entire life…my entire existence in my undead state. It's not fair. It's not fair. IT'S NOT FAIR! She was mine first. I was her guardian. I was there every time she fell…every time she was hurt I was there to heal her. I loved her first. I had her first. And she loved me. I was the one she turned to. Whenever taking care of her mother proved to be too much I was there. Not that stupid…

What…to…do…I would try to eliminate him but there are seven of them; I stand no chance. I started to shudder with emotion…rage…need…lust. I jumped up from my resting place and flew through the door. My feet knew where I wanted—needed—to go and took me there. When I neared I shielded my presence and climbed up a tree and I couldn't believe what I saw.

He was all over my Bella. Kissing her lips, licking and sucking at her neck. It made me absolutely fucking irate. I closed my eyes an took calming breaths; my rational side needed to come through. It needed to save me from myself. I would do nothing that would cause her harm. Once again, I was calm and in control, but I couldn't make myself leave. Being even this close to Bella was soothing. Well, soothing as long as I ignored the other presence in that room. That didn't go so well but I still enjoyed seeing her beautiful face.

A few minutes after I decided it was time to leave. I couldn't risk detection by anyone in the family. It would mean disaster. On the way down I was thinking about how I should do this more often. Seeing Bella soothed me to a level where nothing else mattered. No one else could do that but her. She had to be special.

She had to be mine.

So this is where you all help me. I need to know how you want Edward and Bella's relationship to go. Answer in your review. Do you want it to turn master/slave all the time or just in the bedroom. And where do you want Kieth to come in? There are so many possibilities and I don't know if I want to write alternate endings. I could though, if that's what you really want. Sooo click that little review button

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