I have yet to gather the rights to the Twilight series or any of the works of Stephenie Meyers.

Alright, I have kept at this longer than I thought I would. Thank you, once again, to Jacque16, acw1, teambellaedward, jemangle, and bellamarie1976. I am glad the cat versus chicken comment stirred a bit of humor.

EPOV

I prepared Bella a simple omelet, with toast and milk. Even though she would only be mortal for another year or so, I wanted her to be protected from the protein and calcium deficiencies affecting most American woman. My mind needed something else to focus on, and while the morning events longed to be the main act, I wanted to think about a simple, less complicated subject. I focused on the basic chemistry behind protein, and the basic reaction that forms calcium carbonate. When it is exposed to acid, it will release carbon dioxide. I recited in a whisper to myself the formula of the calcium carbonate reacting to hydrogen chloride. I thought of the joules in the reaction, the moles per liter, and the amount of water created.

But, my mind kept returning to the motions Bella performed, the noises she made, the scent she let off, and her joyful expression when the event concluded. She like what I did, what I said, and she expressed such desire for a regularly introverted young woman. She continued to the external display after the scene concluded, and even proposed a reenactment of our actions at a later date.

My thoughts returned to the food as I heard her footsteps. Everything was complete when she walked into the kitchen. She gave me an innocent kiss on the cheek, accompanied by a blush, and I took her hand and led her to the meal. I seated her, and before I released her hand I brushed her knuckles lightly with my lips.

"Thank you too, Bella." I said sincerely.

"You are most certainly welcome," she replied, the blush still present but joined with a cheeky grin.

"The women are on their way, I will have to leave you so they can harass you for details on last night." I grinned, kissed her hand again, then silently left the house.

I ran.

I ran into one of the many forests surrounding Forks, reaching a depth known to very few. I could still feel the burning desire racing within me. It far overpowered any other hunger I have ever felt. I closed my eyes, and could envision Isabella bent before me, her begging for sexual release.

Please Master, please! rang through my brain. Before I knew what occurred, I was caressing myself. My lust suppressed all other emotions. I relived the morning's events, editing one part. I pictured Isabella grasping me with her own hand, varying her muscular force at my instruction. I told her to work harder, and administered a spank with every command. She followed every order until I, too, had an orgasm. I saw my semen her flesh.

The warm, uncomfortable sensation on my hand snapped me back to reality. I stared at my hand with disgust, yet my imagination left me with the sound of Bella's voice ringing through my thoughts.

Thank you for letting me serve you, Master.

I howled like an injured predatory animal. Now that Bella's calming expression was not nearby to sooth me, I had nothing to consider but the morals and ideals engraved in my nature. My natural father's voice echoed through my mind.

No man ever strikes a woman. Not in argument, confrontation, or even if she is stealing your possessions. The moment you cause her any harm, you are no longer a man; you are a disrespectful coward.

I had agreed with him for over a century. Even when I was a hunter of humans, I fed from less than a handful of women. They were the women who abused younger, poor girls in Nice by forcing them into prostitution. There was one woman who sexually abused her son, and those who beat their daughters. Women were just as likely to be antagonists in the world's plot as men.

But to slap Bella around for touching my penis through cloth? To abuse her verbally for arousing me while she was having a dream? It was just a flirty tease, and did not deserve any bruising. Why did the mere thought of doing it again arouse me to an even higher extreme?

Psychologically, I knew there was nothing wrong with sadomasochism. I would have never guessed it was one of Bella's passions, however. The one previous time we were together, she appeared to want to be more dominate than submissive. She was the one trying to tear off our clothing, commanding me to strip. I was surprised I was able to convince her of anything while she was in that state of mind. The determined expression in her brown eyes did not consist of compromise. I forced my mind to a non-sexual event, any time I would share a tale about a vampire battle, or my attitude towards the lifestyle, she would dub me the masochist. Once, with Alice present, she made a joke about with some viewpoints, all vampires must like being in constant pain. Little could she know, I preferred the first two letters of the associated acronym. I loved her addressing me as her "Master." I hungered at the image of having her tied down. I relished the feeling of control.

Stop thinking like that, my superego snapped at my Id. Why would any decent man enjoy beating the woman he loves? Does her following your orders make you feel better about yourself? You should be standing up for her, defending her, not the one debasing and belittling her

I began to run again. I ran without any destination in mind, yet somehow returned home. The women had left, Carlisle was 'asleep' at work, and for God knows what reason, Emmett and Jasper were waiting for me. I shuddered at what this upcoming conversation might include. They must have known. I bet they think I'm a schmuck for my actions as well. I bet Alice knew too.

Alice, why didn't you stop me? I sighed.

"Not now," I said, my voice monotone. They exchanged a glance and I felt a calming wave rush through me. "I said, not now!" I growled out, trying to shake of the forced empathetic connection. Emmett appeared oddly pensive at my response.

I know you aren't Mr. Extroverted, he thought to me, but there is nothing wrong with expressing your likes and dislikes, especially not with the woman you love. Everyone has a non-vanilla desire, you should feel grateful you and Bella share it, not disappointed in yourself for it. I met his eyes.

"I know that- but I still should not--" Jasper interrupted with a thought.

Now, I myself am not into that stuff, but no one will judge you. Why? Because it is a pretty well-known and respected culture." Emmett looked from Jasper to myself.

"Let's talk aloud, as I can neither read your minds, nor can I tell what you are feeling due to what was expressed." He grinned in attempt to lighten the aura between the three of us. It did nothing to calm me.

"Can we not talk about this? I am not in the mood for the bondage version of 'the birds and the bees' discussion." I sighed, and tugged at my hair. I could see the combination of pity, concern, and a small bit of ironic humor. Jasper met my eyes, and they flared. He was the most introverted, cautious of all of us, and yet an abnormal passion blazed in those eyes.

"I do not mean to be rude," he began with a calm voice, "but you need to get your shit together." He pushed some of that calmness into me. "If you do not pick one side, but keep jumping from one extreme to the opposite, you will be more emotionally twisted than you are regularly." I could only nod. I knew Jasper's empathy was as much of a curse as it was a gift. He could not tune things out, not even my constant moodiness. Emmett's eyesight shifted from me, to Jasper, and then back to me. A hypothesis broke through his mouth.

"Why don't you simply try some of the lighter, and softer scenes?" He asked. "They do not even need to be sexually explicit. I did at first when I wanted to attempt to top Rose." I made a face a the vision he displayed in his thoughts. "You have to take these things in baby steps, Eddie." I growled at the nickname. The smirk he presented me with showed he was trying to tease me into accepting his challenge. But I could not, would not try anything like that again. I sighed, and decided to compromise with not only the two of them, but the twisted thoughts deep within my mind.

"Maybe-- maybe Bella and I could try this again after she's one of us. But, I cannot do anything like that to her again while she's human. You might consider it overly conscience, and petty of me, but I would rather be paranoid than reckless, and I was reckless this morning."

Emmett scoffed.

"What could you have done that disturbed you so much? We know you are turned on by this stuff. You want her to be your little love slave and do her good and proper. Now stop bitching." He ordered. I scowled at his vocabulary. 'Do her' was such an immature, derogatory phrase. Bella Swan deserved respect, and I was not gong to 'do her.' Jasper sensed my frustration, chuckled, and concluded with a sigh.

"Well, if you can live off that magazine Emmett joked about, I guess we will have to allow you to make do." I felt so frustration, at myself and at the others. It disappeared instantaneously. I glared at Jasper again.

"Will you stop that?" I asked."It is frustrating and annoying." He glared back.

"Would you care to know what is truly annoying? You are Edward. You constantly have this 'woe is me' aura about you. You have fought harder battles and won. Fix your mind frame. Just because our bodies will not age does not mean our minds cannot."

I could not think of a way to reply. Jasper was often so introverted. He rarely expressed his personal feelings to anyone, and kept his mind guarded around me. Even Alice once spoke of his closeted personality.

I filled my emotions with respect for him, met his eyes and nodded. I looked over to Emmett, and gave him the same gesture. I heard Emmett's thoughts as I left the house.

Nice one Jazz.

End note- Sorry if you were hoping for an encore of the last chapter, but half the plot involves inner conflict.
I also know Jasper may seem a bit out-of-character. While I do love the Twilight books, I often think a few members of the Cullen family are very static, flat characters, at least in most of the series. Rosalie is just a bitch until half way through Eclipse, and I cannot envision Jasper with any facial expressions. If anyone was a true empathetic person; he would be able to express not only the emotions he picks up from others, but his own ones as well. Here, he is just fed up with Edward looking down on himself simply for having a passion.

Once again, if you catch a nasty bit of grammar that irritates you, let me know.

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