Chapter 35: Rear Fear? I don't have no stinking Rear Fear?

Edward:

"That's cuticle oil? I thought it was lube." I say with a grimace, "I guess it did the job though, right?"

"Oh my god, you just used my expensive cuticle oil to finger my ass? Jesus, Edward!" Bella huffs, checking the bottle to see how much is gone. I cringe as she groans, what….Jasper said lubricate, lubricate, lubricate. I'm an apt pupil, damnit. I can't help it if I was trying to make it easy by using ¾ of the bottle.

"On a lighter note, my cuticles look amazing if it makes you feel any better." I say with a chuckle, seeing the fire in her eyes and the clenched jaw…I can feel that she doesn't share in my humor. I move a little farther back on bed as she pounces, smacking her hands against my chest and shrieking like a banshee. It obviously doesn't help that I'm laughing my ass off at her reaction, grabbing at her hands as they flail wildly at my chest.

"It's not funny, you asshole. That shit is expensive and I can't find it anywhere so I have to order it online! Fucking prick!" She's giggling more and more with each lackluster smack, biting playfully at my fingers as I grab at her hands until we're rolling across the bed, yelling as fingers meet ticklish spots.

It's all harmless fun and games until someone gets hurt, right? I roll out of her grip and right off the bed, groaning as my ass lands hard. "Fuuccckkkk!" I yell loudly as my spine jars violently and Bella screams out in wild laughter, at me and my ass' expense.

"Oh my god, you should see your face! It's priceless!" Bella laughs uncontrollably until she sees my face. The laughter dies into a garble of sounds as I pounce and she tears out of the room squealing. I give chase as she eludes me by the merest second. Of course, I trip over the damn dog who views our chase as a great game sending me careening into the kitchen wall with a loud 'oof!'

Her lighthearted laughter trails behind her as she skids down the stairs and I'm hot on her heels. I run behind her into the playroom slamming the door before Jake can enter into "no dog's land." We're laughing and gasping for breath one second, and in the next we aren't. We're panting as the gravity of where we are surrounds us, and the air thickens with an almost electric charge.

Her breath catches as I stalk toward her, making long strides that bring me quickly in front of her open mouth and heaving chest. I draw as close as humanly possible to her trying in vain to control my own breathing. I watch mesmerized as her eyes blink lazily as they travel over my chest and her chin rises to look at me fully.

The stark lust mirrored in her eyes nearly staggers me. She's perfection wrapped in one fucking sexy package…carefree and free-spirited one minute and the picture of every man's wet dream in the next instant. I'm almost afraid to reach out and touch her in all her ethereal beauty, but I don't have to. She raises to her tip toes as her hands clasp my face and I have to suck in a breath a moment before I'm taken over by her, as she wastes no time flicking her tongue into my mouth to tangle with mine. It's all the catalyst I need as I grip her hair, tangling my hand in her long dark locks and angling her face up and groan into her wet mouth.

Her small, but lithe body moves me backward and I have but a moment of feeling the bed behind my knees before a subtle push of her hands on my chest has me falling backward, collapsing onto the mattress and instantly have this amazing woman crawling over me.

She dips and stretches as she makes her way up my body, dipping her chest down to run her hardened nipples up my stomach and over my chest as her lips attach themselves to my Adam's apple and I feel the sharp nip of her teeth on my skin. I don't know where this commanding sexual seductress is coming from, but I fucking love it.

I feel the soft rumble of her sultry voice roll over my skin and my own moan is released into the air. "I can't wait to feel you deep inside me, Edward, so deep inside where no one has ever been before….only you, just you." I mutter a garbled 'fuck' as I feel the soft thrusting of her hips, dragging her wet slit over my cock that is so hard it throbs with need.

"Is that what you want, sweet girl? Do you want me deep inside that hot little ass? Is that what you're craving, baby? Tell me, Bella, tell me what you want." I scrape my teeth up her neck and her whispered 'Yes' is all the encouragement I need.

**Collared**

I close my eyes and smile remembering this afternoon's activities…how responsive she was, how she screamed and begged for more as I worked in and out of her tight little ass. The contentment and satisfaction I feel is shattered as the doors to Peccato are swung open allowing us entrance. This is it; this night is what we've been training for. I really try to grip onto that exciting adrenaline running through my veins, try….but I can't ignore the gnawing in my gut that something's going to go wrong. That we're walking in confident, but we may never walk out.

I recognize Dean, one of Aro's head henchmen, who ushers us through the crowd and down a hallway, opening a door to what looks like a dressing room. Bella and I step in carefully, scanning for danger.

"You can get ready here. Aro said I'm to collect you in ten minutes for your scene. Ten minutes…don't make them wait." He says with a deep rumble of voice.

I only nod in agreement and breathe out a great huff of breath as the door closes. Bella's feet shuffle as my hands deftly untie the belt on her trench coat. I saw her outfit at home, but it still makes my throat burn. She's simply dressed in a black leather thong bikini essentially. The small triangles and strings that are loosely called a top, but there's much creamier expanse of skin exposed than is covered up. Her pale skin shimmers with the dusting of shimmering powder Alice applied across her entire body.

I motion for her to turn, taking in the black string nestled between that spectacular ass and I have to fight myself from falling to my knees and worshipping at her altar. She reaches out trembling fingers and unbuttons my shirt, pushing it from my shoulders to pool on the floor. I'm dressed rather casually in old tattered jeans, commando of course, as I remove my shoes and socks.

"We can do this, Bella. You know that don't you?" I ask, my voice reverberating throughout the silent room.

She nods, but doesn't voice any agreement. I take her face in my palms and bring her lips to mine, pouring all my determination, fear and….love into her. She groans under my mouth and tongue and we come together, pressing against each other softly. A harsh knock on the door startles us both.

"It's time." Dean says, and I grip her hand in mine and give her a reassuring squeeze as we follow the big man out the door and down the hall. The music of the club has been slowed down to a deep thrumming sensuous beat as Dean escorts Bella up onto the stage and she slides to the floor in the perfect subservient pose. I glance around, noting a very large crowd and all of the Volturi brothers in attendance, eyes targeted on her. Dean nods solemnly and I return it, taking sure steps up and onto the stage. Show time.

I walk a slow circle around her, her eyes never leaving the floor. Her knees are spread and her hands clasped behind her back with her long hair pulled back in a soft braid trailing down her back.

"Beautiful." I murmur, and it's the truth….she is picture perfect and as I stare down on her, everyone else drifts away. It's just us, here and now, and I feel my cock lengthen. I wrap her braid around my hand, once….twice and tug. Her face lifts, but her eyes continue to look downcast.

"Look at me, pet." I say in a commanding voice, gruff and gravely. Her eyes meet mine and I see no trace of fear…what I see there swimming in her dark orbs is lust, pure and unadulterated. "You're here for my pleasure and my pleasure only. Should I choose to allow you pleasure, I will instruct you so, understood? You will respond when directly asked a question, but otherwise you don't open your pretty little mouth. You may speak."

"Yes, Master." She says, and I'm surprised at the volume and intensity behind it. I don't go over safe words, she knows what they are and I know that those bastards sure as hell don't use them. I tug a bit harder on her hair and say a simple command "Up!" and she gracefully rises to her feet.

I move behind her, tugging her head back as my other hand sweeps across her poor excuse for a top and slide the leather covering her breasts to the side, cupping one full globe as my nose travels up her neck, feeling her tremble beneath me. My fingers capture one hardening nipple, pinching it and rolling it in my fingers and her knees almost buckle.

"Whose tits are these, pet? Tell all these people watching you whose tits these are?" I chuckle darkly and swipe my tongue up her neck, nipping with my teeth to suck the skin between them knowingly leaving a mark and branding her, albeit temporarily as mine above her shimmering collar.

"Yours, Master." She groans out, the words rumbling out of her throat and ending in a gasp as my hand is removed from her hair and cupping her breasts high, fingers working deftly at her nipples….pinching and rolling the hardened tips.

"Good answer, pet." My fingers slide down her sides and pull at the ties holding on her thong, one quick release and their gone falling to the floor in a whisper. Murmurs of approval go up from the crowd and I can't contain the possessive growl that rips from my throat as I cup her sex in my hand, feeling the wetness instantly.

"And tell them pet; tell them whose pussy they are gazing at like hungry animals?" I rumble pressing my middle finger tight against her, running up and down her wet slit as her lip disappears into her teeth, fighting for control of her own body.

"Only yours, Master. Only yours!" She says in ringing clarity. Take that you scummy bastards!

"On your knees NOW and pleasure me." I say confidently as her braid swings and she's instantly on her knees in front of me ripping open my pants and before I can even blink my cock is deep in her mouth, her tongue working furiously. My eyes close and I grit my teeth to keep from screaming out in thankful pleasure. Again, my hand finds her hair wrapping the braid around my grip and thrusting my hips up into her mouth and throat.

JeeeesusMaryandJoseph, her fucking mouth is amazing. I'm careful in my thrusts, unbeknown to our viewers, but I don't need to be really because she's forcing me down further into her mouth with her hands gripping my ass.

"Fuck, my cock feels so good in your throat pet. So fucking good. Look up at me. Let me see those eyes as you swallow me. Ahhh…that's it. Deeper! All the way! Yes, good girl!" The words are spoken for our audience, but fuck me if I don't feel them.

I pull back on her hair until she releases me with a pop and saliva dripping down her chin. "Enough!" I say roughly. "Table." I say simply and she scrambles to obey. Once face down on the leather table, her arms clasp behind her back in perfect submission.

I make quick work binding her hands with a black silken band. Our audience doesn't know that she's prepared herself for this, to the human eye it'll appear that I'm taking her dry. I know that's what these kinky fuckers want to see; well the show must go on.

"As much as I love that sweet succulent pussy of yours, doll, that isn't what I want tonight." I say darkly, meeting Caius' gaze and the answering smirk of evilness lets me know this is exactly what he gets off on. I spit into my palm and rub the saliva into my dick, coating it shiny before placing a warning hand on Bella's hip and aligning.

"What I want is to hear your screams as I take that virgin ass!" I growl loudly as I push forward encasing in the softest, tightest heat I've ever felt. I keep the cringe off my face, as prepared as she was…I know it hurts and I wonder how much of her screams are for the audience and how many are from actual pain. Forgive me Bella, baby, forgive me! I think as I set a punishing rhythm immediately. I slam into her ass again and again, fingers biting into her skin leaving red handprints in their wake.

"That's it, my little pet!" I say hoarsely as I fight to keep the tears at bay. I can count on one hand how many times in my life I've cried, and it isn't many. The thought that I could be hurting her, no matter what reason is almost more than I can handle. I catch Caius' eye again and he's leaning forward, rubbing his hands together and the expression on his face is nothing short of glee.

Bella, hopefully just playing her part is wailing pitifully and I have to shut it out just to maintain my erection. I close everything off except the feeling. The feeling of being so deep inside her, so taboo….forbidden and then I feel her push back taking me in deeper and I have to hide my shock.

She's grunting wildly as her voice rises octave by octave until it's rattling the very walls and it startles me to feel the gush of wetness splashing against my balls. Oh my fucking god, she's squirting….and by the feel of pulse after pulse of hot liquid, she isn't stopping.

I double my efforts, primal growling as I sink into her again and again as my hand smacks down on her ass leaving a wide red mark on her skin as she starts to shake and convulse around me. I feel my balls rise and tighten and feel my orgasm barreling down hard. I dig my fingers into her hips and mine are flush with hers and the yell rips from my throat in victory as my cock explodes.

**Collared**

I bust through the doors and stumble to the side of the building before emptying the contents of my stomach onto the pavement. I retch violently, falling to my knees as my stomach revolts. I feel her soft hand on my shoulder and I shove her hand away, wanting to be alone in this moment of weakness. My limbs shake with the violence of my sickness as I cough and sniff to rid myself of the bitter taste in my mouth.

"Edward….Edward, please, are you alright?" Bella asks softly, her hand rubbing against the skin of my back in comforting circles.

I laugh empty of emotion, nearly maniacally. "Am I alright? Fuck no, I'm not alright. I'm so far out in left field of alright, Bella."

I wipe my hand across my mouth and spit profusely accepting the bottle of water she hands me. I take a swig and spit the contents onto the cement, relishing in the clean feeling of my mouth.

"What's wrong? I thought we did well…I mean….with the scene. Caius and the others even stood to applaud. That's good right?" She says searching for anything to make me feel better, and it only adds to my guilt.

"I hurt you Bella. Fuck it all, I hurt you and I promised I never would. FUCKKKK!" I scream into the night, ignoring the look of confusion on her sweet face.

"Edward, I'm fine….really. I'm fine, look at me. See….no worse for wear." She grabs my face and I look anywhere but into those dark soulful eyes.

"Edward, look at me damnit. It's not a big deal, I'm fine….you're fine….they loved it. What's the problem?" Bella asks softly and I close my eyes as I feel her thumbs trace against my cheeks.

"The problem is I don't want you to be that girl to me Bella. I don't want us to be an act that we perform for the masses." I say softly, meeting her eyes for the first time.

"What are you saying Edward?" Bella asks, breathlessly.

"I'm in love with you, Bella. So in love with you I can't even see straight." I whisper and see her gasp.

"The brothers ask for a word." Dean says interrupting our moment and holding the door open ominously.

**Collard**

Tanya:

I sip my drink, feeling the effects of the bubbles in my glass. I came here as a favor to my friend, Gianna, a couple of weeks ago. This really wasn't my scene, but I have to admit, the hot dick I'd gotten on a regular basis is a plus.

"Christ, what I wouldn't give to be on the receiving end of that!" Gianna exclaims, head nodding toward the stage. I watch the couple there, he's fucking her ass like there's no tomorrow. Okay, I agree….six pack abs, strong shoulders, can't see his cock except when it comes out of her, but looks to be of substantial girth and width. Not bad.

I chuckle as I raise my glass at the precise moment his head raises. Oh my fucking GOD!

"Wonder if he's taking on new submissives. I'd so like to worship at that altar!" Gianna smirks, eyes traveling over the face and body I know so well.

"I can't believe his job isn't at stake being here, of all places." I say the shock evident in my voice.

"As an exporter?" Gianna snorts, "Can't see how that would affect it? How much have you had to drink, T?"

"Exporter? Edward's a fed!"