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Chapter 18: Switcheroo

~~Edward~~

I reluctantly followed Jasper upstairs after his little impromptu beat-down….and I put a little more space between us too. My lip throbbed but at least the taste of blood was growing fainter with each passing step. My eye, on the other hand, I could feel swelling and guessed I'd have a pretty good shiner come morning. Perfect….crazy Dominant fucker has a great right hook.

I kind of expected the gasp of shock when Bella saw me. I didn't expect her rushing over running tender fingers over my face. I tried not to wince as her fingers brushed over split and tender skin.

"Edward, what the hell happened to you?" Her voice laced with concern.

"Edward and I settled a little disagreement we had on a subject." Jasper said, standing tall with his arms folded over his chest.

"YOU DID THIS?" Bella hisses as she rounds on him. "What the fuck, Jasper? You hit him? Why? What? Somebody better start explaining!"

"Bella, its fine. I had it coming….really. I'm fine and Jasper and I are good. Right Jasper? I ask nodding to Jasper.

"Good as gold." Jasper replies and a silent but knowing look pass between Alice and him.

"Now, wait just a goddamn minute! What the hell is this about? Edward, talk." She demands and may have even stomped her foot like a petulant child.

"I should have never spanked you the other day, Bella. I was angry and I never should've touched you. Jasper was right to do what he did. He taught me a valuable, yet somewhat painful, lesson." Her eyes searched mine for the truth and her shoulders relaxed visibly when she saw it reflecting back at her.

"That's what this is about? Christ, couldn't either of you ask me my thoughts on the whole thing? Never thought of that, huh? Well, guess what….it hurt like hell, it was embarrassing and itmademewet." The last couple of words mumbled in a low voice.

"It….what did you say?" I asked stepping closer.

She sighed heavily. "It made me wet, alright. It's perfectly normal, right Alice?" Alice giggles and nods.

"We'll test that theory later, pet." Jasper growls lowly and kisses her temple, which results in further giggles from the little ebony-haired sprite.

Jasper clears his throat and claps his hands together. "Well, that brings us to the next lesson for each of you. You've both been doing great learning the different roles and aspects of dominants and submissives. But, my momma always told me, you never really know a person until you walk a mile in their shoes. So, from this moment until tomorrow morning at 8am, your roles are reversed."

"Say what?" Bella asks her eyes wide and mouth hanging open in shock.

While I so eloquently say loudly, "The fuck you say, Jasper."

"I know it's asking a lot but I also think it's important. Bella beginning right now, you are Edward's Domme. Edward, you are Bella's sub. Remember, everything we have discussed over the last few days. Get your heads wrapped around the difference in roles and I think you'll truly begin to understand the responsibility and the want of your true roles. Now, you have our respective cell numbers…if you need us, call. See you both tomorrow." Jasper leads Alice out the door and it shuts with a soft click.

Bella and I stand there looking at each other and the only sound in the room is Jake's snoring and the tick-tock of the kitchen clock. For the first time since beginning this whole fiasco, I feel a trickle of fear walk up my spine. I mean, I really never considered my behavior before as dominant, but I sure as hell knew I wasn't a submissive….no way, no how.

The thing is I could so seeing Bella as a Domme. She's feisty, aggressive and would look great in a black leather cat suit. I felt my body respond to the latter portion of that thought and my cock began to stiffen. I pictured her in said cat suit with thigh-high leather boots and smacking a black paddle against her palm. I groan deep in my throat and run a hand through my hair.

"Okay, we can do this. We know what to do. So where do we start?" I ask, looking at my shoes suddenly nervous for this new venture.

"First of all, I didn't tell you that you could speak. Secondly, I am your Mistress and you will address me as such." Bella stated evenly and calmly. I lost my shit seeing the gleam in her eye.

"Bella, you aren't sticking anything up my ass." I was literally shaking in both fear and excitement. Not about something going up my ass….no, the confident air about her, the self-assured nature….it was fucking hot.

"If I decide to stick something up your ass, Edward, you'll not only accept it….you'll beg me for it!" She giggled as she walked away and left me standing with my mouth open staring at her shaking ass in shock.

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To say that Bella's statement scared me a little, is putting it mildly. You could crush diamonds between my ass cheeks right now. It didn't help that each time she got the chance today; she came up behind me and stood close, pinched my ass or just brazenly grabbed a handful. I squealed like a girl more times than once….and I just know she's doing that shit on purpose.

I don't want to give people the wrong idea. I'm all up for the anal…just not on me and I'm reliving every snark remark, every shitty comment I've made to Bella over the last handful of days….and I'm very scared.

Which brings me to my current predicament; I'm hiding in the bathroom again. I've been here at least half a dozen times in the last couple of hours. Every time I catch her staring or moving toward me, I haul ass to the throne. I know she's thinking I have some gastrointestinal condition or some shit….literally. I've never been afraid of a woman, but she's scaring the hell out of me.

I gasp and jump when a soft knock sounds against the door. "Yes?" I croak and I curse my voice for sounding like a boy on the cusp of pubescence.

"Edward, you know you can't hide from me forever, pet." Her voice is husky and seductive even through the thick door. "Come out; come out, wherever you are." She chuckles and succeeds in pissing me off. I stalk to the door, reiterating to myself silently that I'm Edward fucking Masen and I cower to no woman. I throw it open to see her leaning against the door jamb with a smirk on that pouty mouth.

"What do you want, Be-ma'am?" I mutter and cringe to see her eyes light up with mischief.

"Mmmm, that's a very loaded question, Edward." Her finger traces down the middle of my chest coyly as she bites her lip. "I think I want a bath." I nod and move to brush past her out of the bathroom, but the flat hand pushing against me stops me dead.

Her eyebrow arches and I dread to the very depths of my soul what's going to come out of her

mouth next, I can just feel it.

"And, you are going to prepare it and bathe me." She says firmly and I curse under my breath. I curse this case, this woman and my own involuntary response to her words. She smiles wickedly with an accompaniment of an impish giggle and tells me not to get the water too hot as she prances back in the other room.

I watch her tempting ass walk away and look around the room not knowing how the hell to accomplish preparing her bath. I mean, it doesn't take a rocket scientist, pull the plug up and turn on the water. Somehow, I think a man's view of a bath and a woman's are a bit different. I personally think it's kind of disgusting to wash your face with water your ass is sitting in, but that may just be me.

I rummage around under the sinks and locate a bottle and a jar of lavender bubble bath and bath salts. Bingo! I remember several of those stupid scented candles on various surfaces in the bedroom and glance toward the window and the setting sun. Brilliant! I rush around the bedroom gathering my 'supplies' much to Bella's look of puzzlement. I snap my fingers as I remember the sweet radio system in the den wired throughout the house. I grab my iPod from the bedside table and dash down the hallway. Within a few moments, the sultry sounds of blues float quietly throughout the rooms. It's from my "Slow Fuck" playlist. Hey don't judge me; the women eat that shit up!

I sprint back into the bathroom and slam the door shut, locking it. Don't want the Mistress to see what I have cooking up. I guess if I was a woman, I'd be creaming my panties over a tub like this one. It looks like one of those Victorian jobs with the claw feet with gold ornate handles, but it has a double base, enclosing the tubing for the jets so you still have the integrity of the design with the modern convenience. I engage the plug and turn on the hot water full blast, adding enough cold to keep her skin from scalding.

I have no idea how much of this froo-froo shit I'm supposed to add, so I just haphazardly dump a big glob and pray for the best. I place the candles on various surfaces and light them, burning my damn fingers more than once. Once the tub is filled, I shut off the water and turn off the overhead light as I open the door.

"Your bath awaits, Mistress." I say with a ton of sarcasm and a smirk. She rolls her eyes and walks toward the bathroom as I notice she's removed her clothes and all that separates my eyes from her naked body is a short little silk robe wrapped around her. I shuffle in behind her and find myself pleased with the gasp of surprise escaping her lips.

"Nice job." She murmurs as she stands and looks at me pointedly.

"Thanks….what?" I ask, unsure of look I'm getting.

"Uh….leave so I can get in." She snorts in disgust and I simply can't resist.

"You didn't mind while my tongue was so far inside your pussy I could feel your ovaries spinning." I smirk and outright laugh at her look of outrage. It's just too much fun getting a rise out of her. "Okay, ya prude, I'll be back in a few minutes." I chuckle as I leave the room and head to the kitchen.

I don't know about her, but I need a fucking drink. I pull a bottle of Shiraz from the wine rack and grab two moderate glasses from the cabinet. After pulling the cork, I make my way back to the bathroom. I freeze in the doorway, watching her with her hair piled up atop her head and the candlelight glowing off her skin. Damn!

I clear my throat to make my presence known surprised when she doesn't jump or startle, simply gazing over her shoulder. I put on my best swagger holding up the bottle and wineglasses and am rewarded with a shy smile. I slide to the floor beside the tub on my knees, placing the glasses on the floor and pouring us each a generous amount. She thanks me softly and we drink in silence for a few minutes.

"Well, Edward, you get an A for preparing the bath. How about the next part?" She smirks and I watch her throat work as she swallows the sip of wine. Fuck me! I realize need something to use to wet her hair as my eyes dart around. Aha! I dump out the flowers from the vase into the sink…that'll do. I grab all her girly shampoos and body stuff from the shower and pull up the stool from the vanity up to the tub.

"Take down your hair…please." I add the last word hastily as her eyebrow arches in warning. I watch the silky strands tumble down her back as the ends darken as they hit the water. I fucking love her hair, it's silky and thick and looks so hot wrapped around my hand. I shake the images out of my head and proceed for the first time in my life, attempt to wash a woman's hair. Hopefully, without drowning her.

After her hair is wet, I squirt a handful of her shampoo into my hand and start working through her tresses, beginning at the scalp and smiling softly as the first moan escapes her mouth. I work silently but diligently until I've lathered up the entire length and rinse it thoroughly until it shines in clean strands.

She smiles coquettishly over her shoulder and holds the puffy thingy out on her palm. Seriously, she wants me to wash her body? And not cop a feel? Jesus woman, I'm not a saint. I take in a deep breath as she sits forward, presenting me with the long sensuous line of her back. I squirt a bit of her body wash on the poof and rub in concentric circles across her smooth skin, biting back a moan as a satisfying sigh leaves her lips. Slowly, I drag the scrubber down the back of her arms and along her sides, my fingertips skimming the barest edge of her breasts and her skin pebbles.

Dunking my hand beneath the surface of the water, I'm satisfied with her jump as my hand skims across the top of her ass. She turns her head quickly and I shrug innocently. I use the vase to rinse her skin and pray that is all I'll be required to do. She leans back, raising her hair to drape across the rim of the tub and settles her shoulders. "Please continue." She murmurs softly and my hand trembles as I drag the thing across her neck and along her collarbone watching her teeth suck her lower lip inside.

I simply get lost in that face, long lashes brushing her cheeks and that sinful mouth as the scrubber drops listlessly into the water. My hands shake as they trace across the bubbles gracing her upper chest and work their way down, dragging…slipping….tracing the tops of her breasts. Her eyes slide open and I see them darken seductively. She hasn't told me to stop, and I don't know if I could even if she commanded me to.

I trace around the outside of her pert breasts reaching under to cup them in my palms lifting them and watching her nipples contract in the candlelight. "Mmm…." She hums in pleasure and her hips slide around beneath the surface of the water. My fingertips meet in the middle of her cleavage and slowly descend down her torso, tracing around her cute little bellybutton and slide into the water. Her breath shudders and gasps as my hands trace down the apex of her thighs as she opens them slowly.

I whisper huskily into her ear, "Tell me to stop and I will. Is this what you want, Mistress, is this what you need from me?" I slide my wet fingertips over the tight little bud and feel it quiver. I'm answered with a shaking nod and a guttural groan.

"As my Mistress commands." I whisper and both of my hands join, sliding up and down the slick folds of her sex, pressing harder at her clit and her hips jerk and thrust. One hand moves up her body to pluck and pinch a hardened nipple as I draw tight pressing circles on her clit.

Her whimpers go right to my cock as it pulses beneath denim screaming to escape. Soon, buddy, soon. This is just for her. Both of her hands grip the rim of the tub, knuckles white as her hips circle. She's pushing up into my fingers and down uttering a frustrated sigh.

"Tell me what you want from me. Tell me what I need to do." I nip at her earlobe as my fingers pinching her nipple slide down her trembling stomach and pull her open to my circling fingers.

"Oh, God….inside…..need your fingers inside." Her head whips back and forth and I can feel her stomach tighten against my forearm as I thrust two fingers inside her wet walls. She screams out in pleasure and grinds against my digits.

"Does that feel good, Mistress? Do you imagine it's my cock inside you? Pushing into you, stretching you, filling you full?" I hiss into her ear, pressing the heel of my hand against her mound.

"Oh….fuck….yes….fuck…..yess…right there….don't stop….don't stop…don't you fucking stop!" And the calm serene is punctured by her passionate scream as her body locks down on my fingers and the water teeters dangerously close to splashing over the edge. I thrust and rub until I bring her down and she collapses against the back of the tub with a sigh.

"Mmmmm….very thorough, Edward. Now, how about a massage?" She chuckles.

Are you fucking kidding me?