Collared

Author: irishchicka

Co-Author, Muse and Beta Supreme: Mamadog93

Rating: NC-17, to the umpth degree

Summary: What oh what have FBI Director, Carlisle Cullen and DEA Director Ben Cheney schemed up? The road is about to get deliciously bumpy.

Warning: This story contains BDSM scenes, big sexy gritty ones. (Yes, we're that bad!) If that kind of thing squicks you out, you may not want to read it. Yes, Stephanie Meyer owns the characters used…but they weren't quite perverted enough for us, so we tweaked them a bit…no offense meant, just scratching an itch….so to speak.

Author's Note: Most chapters will be in Edwards POV. We just feel comfortable in his perverted mind, may change along the way…but we'll tell you ahead of time. Edward's internal POV will be in italics to differentiate the difference. Enjoy!

Chapter 2: Meet n Greet, Sarcasm and the Hell You Say

I learned a long time ago, sleep is overrated. Give me a couple hours, uninterrupted and some stiff black coffee and I'm good to go. Who am I kidding? I'd kill for 18 hours of snoring and drooling my ass off between a set of Egyptian cotton, but that isn't going to happen anytime soon, not until these Italian fuckers are each housed in their ow maximum security cell.

I take a little comfort as I sip my coffee and type up last night's….well, this early morning's report on the nothing Em and I discovered last night. My teeth grind together as Emmett's big beefy paw smacks up the backside of my head. The big oaf gets a kick out of fucking with my hair.

"Mornin, Eddie! How'd you sleep?" He said as he plops down into his chair, the wind created lifting the piles of papers strung haphazardly across the top of his desk. He's such a slob.

"Don't fuck with my hair! Like the dead and how many times have I told you, DON'T call me Eddie!"

I really don't know why I bother, Emmett doesn't ever listen. Also, if he knows it pisses me off he gets some kinky weird thrill. Stretching his arms over his head, you can almost hear every bone in his spine pop back into place.

"I slept great and woke up to Rosie's lips wrapped around my-"

"Jesus, Emmett! Please don't finish that sentence. Besides, Rosie would have your nuts in a vice grip if she heard you!" I chuckle as his face falls instantly, and it tickles the shit out of me knowing how afraid this big goon is of his wife. Although, truthfully, Rose intimidates the hell out of me most of the time, but don't tell Em I told you.

The paper wad war ensues as we sling curses and slurs across the room, until a well-dressed gentleman wearing a custom-tailored suit walks into the squad room. Now, I'm not Neanderthal enough not to notice a nice suit, but that isn't what stops me in my tracks.

With the snappy dresser, is the epitome of the cause of dick twitch. Petite, proportionate little tight body, nice rack, long chocolate tresses and OH MY GOD, an ass I could bounce a quarter off of encased in the tightest dark jeans. SPROING! Hello, darlin'!

The gentleman nods and the goddess take one look at us, surrounded by paper balls and my eyes roaming up and down her small frame, rolls her gorgeous brown eyes and continues on her way. I swear my mouth foams watching the gentle sway of her ass…completely oblivious that as they walk into Carlisle's office and quietly shut the door.

"Pick up your tongue, Sparky, and put it away." Emmett howls with laughter.

" ." I quip bouncing a paper wad off his forehead. I glance toward Carlisle's office and can't help but wonder who the pair is and why do I have the sinking feeling I'm not going to like the outcome. I shake it off and continue typing up my report as Emmett curses looking for god-knows-what on his desk.

My stomach drops further when 20-minutes later, the Director's door opens and Carlisle's perfectly coifed head peeks out. "Masen. McCarthy. In my office please."

Emmett gives me that "oh shit, we're in trouble" look as we rise and walk slowly toward the door. "Damnit, I told you that you shouldnt've boned that girl in the backseat of the Charger, you dumb fuck!" Emmett whispers in a voice that shakes the windows. Fucker!

I push the big lummox ahead of me as we file into the office. I notice that the SexKitten and the guy are fidgeting in the wingback leather chairs and she doesn't meet my stare. Carlisle closes the door with a soft click and the silence is deafening.

"Edward Masen and Emmett McCarthy let me introduce you to the Director of the DEA, Ben Cheney and Special Agent Isabella Swan. Ben…Bella, this is Edward and Emmett, my best agents." Carlisle said smoothly.

Pleasantries are exchanged and hands are shook and everyone falls silent again in a stagnant moment.

"Well, now that we know each other a bit. Gentlemen, it seems that we and the DEA have been chasing the same rats. Seems to me we can help each other and double the efforts, so to speak, on our tireless quest to catch them, finally." Carlisle steeples his fingers under his chin and rocks back in his chair.

Mr. Cheney speaks his voice deep and melodic. "We've been tracking the Volturi brothers for seven months. They, undoubtedly run the biggest heroin and cocaine trafficking unit in the United States. Every rock smoked, every line snorted can eventually be traced back to them. We want them out of business."

I can't help myself as I speak up. "Drugs….Murders…..Human trafficking. Take your pick, all wrapped up in a sex and fetish filled package." My eyes meet hers and I can't resist wagging my eyebrows at her like the cocky bastard I am, and am rewarded with a not-so-delicate snort of disgust. Kitten has claws! Nice!

Carlisle's smirk unnerves me as he speaks in a soft, comforting tone and I just know I'm not going to like what he has to say. "Funny you should mention the packaging, Edward. That brings us to the reason we've brought all of you here. The FBI and the DEA are now on a shared undercover operation. We're putting our agents on the inside, posed as a Dominant/Submissive couple to gain access to the devil's playground. We have a confidential informant, who is also a Dom, who will be training you. In two weeks' time, you will enter Peccato and, hopefully, obtain damning Intel on the Volturi to finally place these bastards behind bars."

The silence in the room is deafening as everything Carlisle said sinks in….until Emmett's voice rings out.

"You are definitely the submissive, Eddie. No one is gonna spank my ass!"

"Christ! Emmett!" I mumble as my head starts to pound and I pinch the bridge of my nose to stave off the pain. I knew I wasn't going to like this.

"I'm sorry, Emmett, but not exactly what Ben and I had in mind. Actually, Edward and Bella will be going undercover. Edward will be the Dominant in the relationship and Bella his submissive." Carlisle said, watching me carefully for my reaction.

"Come again?" Bella asks, her voice quivering.

My response seems a little less professional.

"The fuck you say!" I bellow.