Chapter three up finally! I could not get to a computer long enough to update. I would also like to thank sweet sonia, Jacque16, and jemangel for the reviews. I did a little happy dance when I read them.

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Chap 3 BPOV

I cannot believe how embarrassing that was.

Charlie had heard screaming, ran up, only to find me having an erotic dream. Great. I had no idea if Edward was present during the noise or not. Whether he was or was not, he probably would not mention it. He was simply that uptight about those issues.

But the dream-- it was amazing. Edward had me bound on my hands and knees, dripping hot wax down my back. I cried out, only to receive a spank.

"Silence Isabella," he would say.

"Yes sir." I replied. I could only call him "Sir" or "Master" in those dreams. He certainly deserved the title. The wax began to trail lower and lower down my back. He began to tease me slightly. I groaned.

"Master--"

" Do you have a request for me, Isabella?" He asked. His long fingers began to stroke me.

"Master, please?"

"You have been a good girl tonight. Remember to say the word when you cannot hold back anymore. If you forget to wait for me again-- you will not enjoy sitting down for the family 'dinner' tomorrow."

"Yes sir." Edward then thrust into me, and I moaned. The dream continued and quickened, until I was yelling "Doorknob."

"Good girl. You may come for me in--"

That was when Charlie broke down the door, waking me moments before the dream climaxed, in both the literal and figurative stance.

I could only long for Edward to be even PG-13 with me, the only times he slipped into the "Restricted" or "NC-17" ratings was in my subconscious. I wondered again how Alice could help me. It would still be odd, as her tendency to giggle would make the subject even more awkward, and I would be embarrassed before the conversation even passed into the rising action. That left another girl--

Rosalie.

I knew quite well how active Em and Rosalie were, Em shared and bragged to all. Emmett must also be the owner of the magazine that started all the dreams. But, how could I talk to Rosalie about this? We had been getting along better ever since she told me about her human past; but how could I get the two of us alone? We were not buddies like Alice and I were.

Plus, in what way could I say, without intent on being insulting, "Hey, I wanna do dirty things to one of the few men who has never lusted after you. Any tips on how I can seduce him?" Then I would have to ask the more technical questions. "So, when Edward returns from hunting, I want him to see me bound to his bed. Care to help?" The facial reactions I could get for that question made a part of me snicker. Well, it will be an entertaining image for her.

My phone beeped. It was Alice.

"Rose is free at noon. We'll all go out, but she'll steal you away for a bit. I understand, you're welcome, and thank you for the shoes you will buy me in gratitude."

I love Alice, I thought. I decided to prep for the day out.

Ever since the summer began, Alice has slowly been training me to walk around in heels. While I would prefer my Converse to heels any day, something about treading around with an additional two inches made me feel sexy. I had learned it takes only the slightest swing of the hips to hold balance, and how walking in a straight line helps me avoid stumbling. I had yet to twist, sprain, or break anything, but I have had numerous bruises. Hopeful, I would have mastered the high heel sway by the wedding.

Thinking that word brought about a shudder. I was biased against marrying young, thanks to the rather unhappy divorce Renee and Charlie went through. I still had no idea to what happened to them, what started the fights, or even which one decided "I cannot take it anymore." They have only talked a few times since, the last time was during my "episode" when Edward had left. They had not talked for months before that, only when I was hospitalized after James.

Could Edward and I be one of the three marriages that shatter? What would happen to us?

Stop it Isabella! I told myself. You should not worry. Knock it off. The simple truth the other three vampire couples in town were still married cheered me a little. I just had to calm down, and headed out to Port Angeles.

The shop-a-holic let Rosalie and myself free after only two hours of playing Bella the Barbie. We hit a small café for my lunch. I realized how much I would miss the taste of cheese fries.

Tangent aside, I did not have a clue where to start this conversation.

"So-- I have a question about-- well--"

"Sex with Edward?" Rosalie answered.

"Yes-- and,"

"You want to know how to introduce him to a not-so teen friendly topic?"

"Yes-- but--"

"You don't want him to know you know about his likes?"

"Rose!"

"Sorry Bella," she grinned. Her smile was so beautiful. Rosalie was one of the few females most straight girls would sleep with. Her eyes were sparkling. I felt a calmness simply from her expression. She and I were finally friends.

"Okay," I began, determined to complete a thought, "I found a magazine in his room, but it's so-- out there. I do not know if it is actually his, or if it is just some sick joke from Emmett."

"It was a prank," Rose began, "A prank from several months ago. I guess Edward kept it."

"Do you and Em ever-- enact those scenes?"

"Once in a while, but he just likes me in pleather cat suits." Her grin turned naughty. We both chuckled.

"So, you top him?" I asked.

"Yes, she does." Alice popped in. "Sorry Bells, but I'm a cat who just became a homicide victim." Rose and I both laughed.

"As you know the word 'top,' I gather you have done extensive research?" Rose asked me. I nodded, and blushed.

"Good."

"Do you think Edward would be into trying?" The conversation had become casual and simple. It did not feel as obscure.

"Well, would you rather be the dominate or submissive?" Alice asked.

"Submissive," I replied without a blink. A fond memory returned, and I blushed yet again. The one thing I would not miss when I became a vampire, the constant blushing pale humans like myself do.

"Bella-- I sense a story," Alice said. The pixie glared at me. "Spill."

"Right after he bought the bed, we had a little session on it." The girls responded with an "Ooh-." I rolled my eyes. "He kinda-- pinned me down and teased me a bit. His one hand held my hands, and the other just trailed up and down my thigh." My blush grew. "I also have been having these dreams--"

"Dreams?" Alice squealed. Rose donned a naughty grin. I recapped last night, and the one where I made up the dream about Oz. I paused to take a sip of Coke. Alice giggled.

"You have a really dirty mind." She said. Rose nodded. Her grin became wicked.

"Maybe you should be punished." I choked on the soda from that, a laugh over powering my ability to swallow.

"You know," Alice said on the way back to Forks, "you should keep a journal of those dreams. It will give you ideas for if Edward ever makes a move. If not, it will give you something to move to." Her eyes sparkled with the joke.

"And," Rose added, "if he is too stubborn to even try, you can become an adult fiction author, or write the scripts for porn movies." We laughed again.

"This is another reason you should be glad Edward cannot read your mind," Rose continued. "The thrill of being the Dom is pushing the limits. If he knew what you were thinking 24/7, he would have no reason to test anything new out, he would already know what your reaction would be. He will simply have to trust you to yell out whatever the safety word will be."

"Back to the main topic-- how do we get Edward to top me?" I said with a laugh and mild blush. "How can we find out what would work . Can you see anything Alice?" What a tangent that sentence could be. "I know that sounds wrong." Her eyes clouded for a moment, then she sighed.

"Not really, there are too many variables."

"Like--"

"There is the when, the where, the how, and the why. Plus, the wolves are always interfering."

"No!" I shouted. "How could Jake interfere? He hasn't even returned my calls in months. Not since Victoria stopped by." I shuddered at the memory of that confrontation.

"Calm down Bella, she's guessing all the factors." Rosalie interjected. "She might not be able to predict something simply because you ran into one of those guys on that day itself. Black calling you can make an entire day unable to see." I took a deep breath. The explanation helped to calm me.

"Cheer up," Rose told me. "We need to form a plan. I think we should get the men involved." Her grin became one of pure mischief.

"How?" I asked.

"Well, first--"

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