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Chapter One: Shit Liar

Rose watched as Edward leaned down and kissed Bella as if she were the most precious jewel in the world. Love radiated from his every pore. It was so intense she found herself looking away, not wanting to get caught up in the moment. They had something she could never have.

"Hey," Rachel said as she gently hip bumped Rose. "What'ca thinking?"

Rose shrugged. "Not much."

"You're a shit liar."

"Don't let Paul hear you swear; he'll spank you." Rose didn't know why she said that. She tried not to reference the lifestyle her friends had chosen to lead, not since that night.

Rachel's face reflected her shock. Her eyebrows hit her dark hairline and her mouth hung open slightly. Recovering quickly, though, she let out a laugh.

"Maybe that's what I want." She looked over her shoulder to where Paul was chatting to Kate and Garrett. As if he could feel Rachel's eyes on him, he turned and smiled before giving her a wink.

"He's so sexy. It makes me ache." Rachel seemed to slip into some sort of trance for a few seconds, no doubt remembering their playtime last night. Weekends were a popular choice amongst the couples as they often had time off.

They were also when Rose felt the loneliness most.

"But enough about me. What's going on?" Rachel's brown eyes peered into Rose's face.

They'd been friends for a couple of years, having met at the BDSM club, Desire. Rachel had met Paul not long after joining, but it took over six months for them to start a relationship. She'd spent a single night with him as his sub and gone running; he hadn't done anything to hurt her. The complete opposite was true. He'd given her more than she had ever experienced with any other Dom, that it had rocked her to her core. Some wise words from Master Marcus made Rachel realise that she couldn't not see Paul. A week later, and not only was she his sub but his girlfriend too.

Rosalie was pleased her friend had found someone who could satisfy everything she could ever possibly want or need. Paul was a good man. But it just reminded her of a life that she could no longer lead.

Rose spared a glance at her friend and then looked across the backyard. It was a rare, beautiful summer's day in Forks. The sun was shining, warm rays tanning her skin. There wasn't a cloud in the sky and she was surrounded by people who loved her.

"I miss it," she said quietly.

"It?" Rachel asked.

"The lifestyle," Rose said quietly. "I have these moments when I miss it so much it hurts. And then I remember what happened, and it terrifies me." She faced her friend. Admitting that was difficult. "I don't trust anyone enough to do that."

Rachel's lips pulled down as her eyebrows pulled together. Trust was such an essential part of the BDSM lifestyle. She trusted Paul with her life.

"Have you thought about asking Marcus?" He and his wife Didyme had trained them both. Rosalie had thought about it. But she couldn't bring herself to face him. He'd see how much she changed, and she didn't want that.

She shook her head at Rachel. "It wouldn't feel right."

"I'm sure Paul could ask around-"

Rose cut her off with a vigorous shake of her head. "No. I don't want that." Her throat felt tight and her eyes stung with unshed tears. "I'm just feeling nostalgic."

Rachel smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. "Alright. Well, I'm always here if you want to talk."

"I know," And Rose did. And she was grateful for all the support that Rachel had given her. But this wasn't something she could help with.

Rachel pulled her phone out of her pocket and sent a text to Paul letting him know she had got the bar safely.

Putting her phone away, she walked through the large rustic doors and spotted her friends already seated. She waved to Seth, the bartender, and he gave her a thumbs-up, letting her know that he'd seen her. They'd been coming here long enough for them to be considered regulars.

"Hey," she greeted, giving Kate, Bella, and Esme all a hug before sitting herself down.

"What's going on?" Kate asked, not wasting any time.

"It's about Rose."

"Is she alright?" Bella asked, her brow furrowing slightly. Bella had been the first one to find Rose after her attack, and as such, she was worried.

"Yeah. I think so," Rachel said. Leah, Seth's older sister, interrupted them by coming over and setting Rachel's beer in front of her.

She gave them a smile before turning back to help her brother.

"You think so?" Esme asked, delicately sipping at her cosmopolitan.

"Rose told me she misses the lifestyle."

Silence.

"That's huge…" Kate breathed.

It was no secret how much Rose had suffered. They'd all been there to support her through the worst couple of months of her life.

"Yeah, and then she said that she was terrified to try it again."

"Well, I don't think anyone could blame her for that." Esme herself had a rocky start for the BDSM lifestyle, but thankfully her Dom, Carlisle, was more than willing to correct her and show her how a sub should be treated.

Rachel blew out a breath. "Well, I've had an idea."

"Uh-oh," Kate joked.

Rachel shot her a glare. "I think Rose just needs a push in the right direction… and so I thought, what if we contact a Dom on her behalf? One we know will treat her properly?"

Nobody spoke.

"Won't she think we're interfering?" Bella asked, biting on her lower lip.

"Maybe, but I really think this will be good for her. She doesn't have to do anything, just see how she feels about it."

"Who would we go to?" Kate asked. "It'd need to be a Dom with a good history and patience."

"Someone we know would probably be the best person. Rose would trust them more." Esme added in.

Rachel racked her brain, trying to think of someone, but it was mostly blank. Except for one name.

"What about Emmett?" Bella asked.

Rachel looked at her and grinned. That's exactly who she'd been thinking of.

Emmett McCarty was an experienced dom whose subs only had good things to say about him. He co-owned Desire, along with Garrett, Carlisle, Paul and Edward.

"Has she met him before?" Esme asked. Emmett could be found around the club but usually kept to himself, bar when he was giving an exhibition. They were always the talk of the night.

"I think in passing." Rachel's mind flashed back to when Marcus took them both to the club to watch a demonstration in orgasm denial. She was positive that he introduced them to Emmett. Of course, that had been the night Marcus demonstrated her ability to squirt, and thus, the night Paul requested her. That was really the only clear thing she could remember.

Rachel had met Emmett a few times after that, and from what she could garner, he was a good man with an excellent reputation as a Dom.

"Can't hurt to ask, can it?"

Bella smiled. "It certainly can't."

A huge thank you to Jgaff, who has just been incredible!

I plan to update every Wednesday. Let me know what you think. This is my first story and my first time delving into the BDSM world. I have no personal experience myself, so everything I write about has come from hours of research (and my dirty imagination)!

Have a good week, everyone.