Edward was sitting at his desk at the shop thinking about the upcoming night. It had been three months since he had started his Dominant/submissive relationship with Jessica.
The first couple of sessions had been very nerve-racking for him, but, over time, he built confidence and was able to become a better Dominant. Jessica had been an excellent submissive; however, there was no deeper connection. She had obeyed his every rule, command… that there was the problem. Jessica seemed to anticipate his every command, which took away from the anticipation of play. He had tried to push her to her limits while taking care of her needs, but, in the end, it felt empty. As he talked it over with Angela, she asked him some questions about the relationship and how it made him feel, but also what he thought Jessica felt in the playroom.
“Do you feel she is growing in her submission?” Angela asked.
Edward thought hard on the question. “No.”
“Are you pushing her limits?”
“Yes, but she anticipates the next move. There is no spontaneity,” Edward said, defiantly.
“This is not your fault. The connection is not there, which is very common, even for a seasoned Dominant. At the end of the contract, just sit her down and explain the reason why you have decided not to extend it. She will understand.”
Edward took Angela’s words to heart, and, after several hours of thought, he knew that he would not renew the contract. Angela was right; the connection wasn’t there and they both deserved better.
The rest of the day was busy with several clients coming in for new pieces and, on occasion, some virgin skin wanted to be colored. When the last client was seen, Edward finished up the daily paperwork and headed home. Jessica was to arrive promptly at eight and he knew she wouldn’t be late. After he came home, he took a shower, then dressed in a pair of jeans and a button-down shirt. Going downstairs, he would wait for Jessica so that he could discuss his decision with her.
Just like he thought, promptly at eight, Jessica rang the doorbell. Edward went to the door, to find Jessica standing with her head down waiting for him to give her a command. “Come in,” Edward commanded.
Jessica walked and was excited to see what her Dominant had in store for her tonight. Over the past three months, she had fallen head over heels for Edward and was going to tell him tonight after their session. There were many times after their play had ended that she felt he was going to utter the words that she longed to hear, but, each time, he didn’t. However, the look in his eyes told her otherwise; he loved her and was afraid to tell her. He wasn’t the only Dominant to have fallen for her over the years and been too scared to tell her, but Edward was the only one that she loved with all her heart and soul.
“Jessica, come into the den where we can talk,” Edward said.
Jessica was confused. Typically, she was instructed to go to her room and prepare herself for that night’s play. Also, why was he using her real name? She wondered.
They walked into the den and Edward motioned for her to have a seat on the couch. After she had sat down, Edward sat on the chair beside the sofa. “Jessica, do you know what today is?”
“Yes, Sir. It is our three month anniversary,” she replied, still in submissive mode with her head lowered and her eyes downcast.
“Jessica, we are not Dominant/submissive right now; I need to have a conversation with you.”
“Sorry, Sir,” she said as she looked up at him.
“Jessica, I have enjoyed our contract. I believe that we have both learned and grown over the last three months. With that being said, I do not want to extend the contract. There is no connection other than what we have in the playroom and, to be honest, I am looking for something more,” Edward explained.
Jessica flew in a fit of rage as she jumped to her feet. “WHAT? YOU DON’T MEAN THAT! YOU PROMISED ME THAT YOU WOULD TAKE CARE OF ME!” she screamed at the top of her lungs.
“Jessica, I promised that to you as your Dominant. I will always think of our time together as a wonderful learning experience, but nothing more.”
She stomped over to him, pushed him back in the chair, crawled on top of him and began to kiss him, trying to force his mouth open.
At first, Edward was shocked, but quickly pushed Jessica away. “What do you think you are doing?” He commanded.
“You love me; I know it.”
“No I don’t,” he said, wondering where she got an idea like that.
“You do, you are just afraid to admit it. I love you and I promise never to leave you,” Jessica cried, once again trying to climb back onto him.
Blocking her once again, he grasped her shoulders. “Jessica, I don’t love you. Our contract is over and I want you to leave.”
“NO, I WILL NOT LEAVE! YOU LOVE ME AND WE ARE GOING TO LIVE TOGETHER FOREVER! YOU PROMISED!!!”
Edward was shocked by her statements and her demeanor. She had never acted like this before, but he knew he needed to calm her down and send her on her way.
“Jessica, I cared for you as a good Dominant should, but that is all. You deserve someone who will love you for you. You are a wonderful person and I feel sure that you will find someone soon.”
“But you said,” Jessica cried.
“Jessica, I don’t love you like you need to be loved.”
Jessica couldn’t believe this was happening, but he sounded so final. She needed to get out of here and quick. She turned from Edward and headed for the front door and as she began to walk out, she looked back at Edward. “One day you will realize that you do love me and it will be too late.”
Edward was never so happy to have that over with but knew he needed to say something to Angela concerning what had transpired, just in case Jessica decided to make his life difficult in the future with other possible submissives.
Looking at the clock, he knew that he would have to wait until tomorrow to call because she would be with Ben in the middle of one their sessions. So, he decided to call Emmett to see if he wanted to go out and grab a drink instead.
Edward found his contact and called him. “Hello, little brother,” Emmett boomed.
“Hey, Bro. What are you doing?”
“Nothing much. Just signed the last piece of paper for today,” Emmett said looking up at the clock. “Aren’t you supposed to be whipping that the hot pussy you have under contract?”
“Actually, our contracted ended today.”
“And she didn’t want to extend it? Damn, Edward do you need some advice on how to satisfy a woman?” Emmett jokes.
“I do just fine, thank you, and it was my decision.”
Emmett loved to pick on his brother, but, secretly, he was jealous that Edward had found something that he could pour himself into. He wished that he could find something, no, someone that would accept him for him, not his checking account. “I will call Carlisle and you call Jasper, we will make this a Cullen Boys’ night. Hell, Max at the bar will probably have a heart attack when he sees us walk in together.”
“Alright, this is so on. Damn, I hope I won’t be interrupting Jasper and Alice,” Edward smirked, knowing that they might be in the playroom.
“Tell the bastard to let the girl rest.”
They hung up with each other and Edward made his call to Jasper, who picked up right away.
“Edward, are you okay?” Jasper asked concerned that his brother was calling on a night that he usually was in his playroom with his submissive. Thoughts of something going wrong ran through his head.
“I am fine, brother. I hope I am not interrupting anything.”
“No, Alice is in Atlanta with her mother for a few days,” he replied. This was a yearly trip that they took, shopping, dining, and just having fun as mother and daughter.
“Great. We are meeting down a Max’s for a drink, oh, hell, for a lot of drinks. Call a taxi, because we are going to have an old fashion Cullen brothers’ night out.”
“Fuck, that sounds like fun. Give me thirty minutes,” Jasper laughed.
“And none of that designer shit tonight,” Edward demanded.
“All right, I will have to dig in my closet to find my boots.”
Edward couldn’t help but laugh, because he knew that Jasper had to have at least a dozen pair of boots in his closet. Carmen made sure her boys always had a good pair of boots in their closet, just in case they needed to go “somewhere nice.” “See you there, little bro.”
Edward walked into his room and changed into a pair of jeans, a white button-down shirt, and a pair of his favorite cowboy boots. They fit like a glove and were worn in all the right places. Going into the bathroom, he tried to calm his unruly hair to no avail and splashed on some cologne. Calling an taxi, he made sure he had his wallet and house keys and waited for them to arrive.
The ride to the club was quick. After he paid the driver, he gave him a tip and collected his cell phone number for him to call when Edward was ready to go home. Stepping out in the hot, muggy Texas air, he saw that Carlisle and Jasper were waiting outside the bar.
Edward walked over, giving them a brotherly hug and handshake. “Damn, good to see ya.”
“Same here, bro,” Carlisle agreed.
As they began talking, they didn’t see Emmett until he was right up behind them. “Girls, are we going to stand out here gossiping or are we going to go in and get shit faced?”
“Asshole,” Edward laughed.
They opened the doors to the bar and walked in. As they looked around, they could see that nothing had changed about the place. The bar was packed with good old Texas born and raised boys and girls. The owner, Max, refused to serve any of those fru-fru drinks and if you didn’t like beer, whiskey, or bourbon, then you were shit of luck.
Max looked up from behind the bar and smiled brightly. The Cullen brothers had just walked in and looked like they were ready to do some drinking. He had known the Cullen family for over thirty years and had the honor of serving each of the boys their first legal drink. Picking up the small hammer, he slapped it against the large brass bell, causing it to ring loudly about the roar of the patrons and the blare of the music.
“IT IS GOING TO HOT TIME TONIGHT IN TEXAS; THE CULLEN BOYS ARE HERE!” Max yelled out.
Edward and his brothers walked towards the bar, with every woman in the building looking at them with hungry eyes and thoughts of being naked, sweaty in their beds. It didn’t matter if they were with someone else, if one of the Cullen men showed interest, their dates would be dropped like a hot potato.
After finding a place at the bar, Max poured them all their favorite whiskey and placed it in front of them. “Drink up boys.”
Edward lifted his glass. “To family.”
“Family,” Carlisle, Emmett, and Jasper said together.
After they finished that round, Max smiled wickedly. “So boys, which one of your cards am I placing them on tonight? Or Edward, I have a deal for you. I cover all your drinks tonight and you do my next tattoo on the only available space I have on my body.”
Edward knew very well where the only available space was on Max and there was no way in hell he was placing a tattoo on his dick. So, he reached into his back pocket, pulled out his well-worn wallet, then pulled out his credit card, and slid it towards Max. “I’ll pass.”
Max threw his head back and laughed out loud. He may have been in his sixties, but he loved his tattoos and, before he died, he wanted the last piece of virgin skin to be tattooed. The love of his life loved his tats; however, she would never accept his proposal. There were already four men in her life and, until they had settled down, she wouldn’t agree to marry him.
The door of the bar opened up and in walked three incredibly sexy women each dressed in skin-tight jeans, low cut tops, and fuck-me high heels. They walked across the floor to find an empty table beside the small dance floor.
Bella had received a call from Rose, asking her if she wanted to go out for a drink. At first, she was going to say no, but she needed to get out.
She had been working extra shifts ever since she and Garrett had decided not to extend their contract. Bella had learned so much from Garrett and grew in her confidence as a submissive, but they knew that they didn’t want a different relationship with each other. Angela told her that there were plenty of Dominants in the community that would love to take her on as their submissives. However, she had decided to wait until she was mentally prepared to embark on a new contract.
“Howdy ladies, what can I get you?” The cute busty waitress said, who wore cutoff jean shorts and a tight t-shirt with Max’s across the chest.
Rose looked up at the waitress at her name tag. “Mandy, we would like a round of whiskey, neat on stones if you have them.”
“Sure do. I’ll wrestle those up for you in a hot minute.”
As Mandy sashayed away, Rose began to look around the bar. There was a varied collection of patrons enjoying their night out. There were true cowboys, their boots showed visible signs of wear and dirt caked on them. It didn’t matter to them what they looked like; as long as the beer was cold and whiskey was available, they were happy.
Then, there were the wannabe cowboys, with their crisp, tailored western shirts, jeans straight from the designer boutique, and cowboy boots that had never been worn and were absent of any dirt. These were the men who felt that they were entitled to every woman and those that didn’t meet their standards would be passed on to the common cowboys.
Rose then glanced towards the bar and as soon as she saw the god sitting there, she nearly came. He was perfection from his snakeskin boots, tight jeans that hugged his massive legs and gave her a good look at the outline of his cock, and a tight white button-down shirt that showed off his broad shoulders and enormous chest. As she looked up at his face, she was in awe of his dark brown hair and he smiled the sexiest smile with the best pair of dimples she had ever seen.
Esme glanced towards Rose and saw how she was breathing heavily and gripping the edge of the table. Following the direction that she was staring off to, she saw four men standing together, and two were facing so you could see their faces, while the other two had their backs to them. One of the men was tall, broad shoulders, and good looking, but it was the guy next to him that caught her attention. He was a little shorter than the other one, with lighter brown hair and striking good-looking face. He wasn’t as broad in the shoulders as the other, yet it still looked like he took care of himself. Esme couldn’t help but wonder what he looked like under those jeans.
Then suddenly the other two guys that were standing beside them turned and Esme gasped. “Fuck, Jasper and Edward Cullen.”
Bella whipped around when she heard Esme say Edward Cullen. He was the object of her nightly dreams and desires. She came to the realization that it was her continual thinking of the green-eyed God that had been the reason why she didn’t put more into the relationship with Garrett. She had only seen him in suits, but, tonight, he was dressed in tight jeans that hugged his ass, a white shirt, and fucking hot cowboy boots.
“Fuck, what a fucking gene pool,” Rose groaned. “I know that they are not in the community, but I wonder if they are available?”
“I don’t know, but damn they are hot,” Esme said.
Bella had not taken her eyes off Edward. She watched as he took a drink of whatever alcohol was in his glass and as a drop of the liquid escaped his tongue licked the fluid from his lips. Fuck what a sexy tongue, I wonder what that would feel like as it licked my pussy or my nipples? Bella thought to herself.
“I wonder if Jasper and Edward are trying to bring them over to the dark side,” Esme smirked thinking of Carlisle in worn jeans with the buttons open as his enormous cock peered from its denim confines. In his hand was a flogger and he was striking her nipples and breasts in the most glorious matter, causing her excitement to pour down her legs.
“Hmm that would be delicious,” Rose chuckled. She then looked over at Bella, who had been silent, and saw her staring at Edward. She patted Bella on the hand and asked. “Why don’t you send him a drink?”
Bella came out of her trance and looked at Rose with a sad look on her face. “He is in a relationship with Jessica.”
“Fuck I forgot about that. I can’t believe he is still in the contract with her,” Rose emphasized.
“I know, right?” Esme said. “She is known to be one who is very boring in the playroom.”
“What do you mean, Esme?” Bella asked.
“She always is so perfect in the playroom that her Masters don’t have anything to correct. Damn, who doesn’t like to be strapped to a whipping bench as our Master corrects us for our missteps,” Esme said, holding up her hand.
“Hell yeah!” Rose yelled, slapping Esme’s hand.
Across the room, Emmett to look over at that time and saw them having a good time. “Fuck, what a fine table over there.”
“Where?” Carlisle asked, looking around the room then saw what Emmett was talking about. The caramel haired beauty was the one that caught his eye and as he took in her beauty, he became hard. Fuck, that never happened.
Edward turned and saw that it was Rosalie and Esme from the community that his brothers were talking about, but he then noticed the object of his dreams sitting beside them, Angela’s cousin, Bella. Ever seen he had seen her at the club at Garrett’s feet, he has thought of no one else. He knew that she was the primary reason why he really didn’t want to extend the contract with Jessica.
Jasper saw Edward staring at the pretty brunette that he knew was Bella Swan. She had been the talk of the community and many Dominants were clamoring to be her next Master. Leaning forward to Edward. “You know that she and Garrett are no longer together.”
“Fuck, when did that happen?” Edward asked.
“A few weeks ago. Word has it that she is taking a little time off. But I am sure if the right Dominant comes along, she might change her mind,” Jasper joked.
Bella looked back toward the bar, but this time she was met by a pair of blazing green eyes. Fuck was he looking at her? Why? Her heart began to race and she needed to get out of here and quick and at that moment she felt her phone vibrate. Looking at the screen, she saw that it was work. “Hello.”
“Bella, Mica called in sick for tomorrow and I was hoping you could pull some of her shift,” Jason asked.
Looking at her watch she knew it was close to eleven, but she had already had two drinks. “I can’t come in until noon,” Bella advised. It was regulation that no employee shall report to duty until at least twelve hours of their last alcoholic beverage.
“Bella, that will be fine. Thanks for doing this and I will see you when you get here,” Jason said.
Bella looked at Esme and Rose. “I have to go.”
“Why?” Rose asked.
“I got called into work,” Bella answered said reaching in her purse for money for the drinks.
“Don’t worry about the money, you can pay next time,” Esme said, sad that Bella was leaving.
“Thank you. I will call you in a few days,” Bella said as she stood and walked towards the door, willing herself not to look over at the bar. She couldn’t think about Edward and Jessica together.
Edward had turned back to the bar and was about to order when Jasper jabbed him in the side. “Looks like your little bird has flown away.”
Edward’s head whipped around to see her gone for the table and when he began searching the room he saw the back of her head and she was walking out the door. Fuck, he was getting ready to go ask her to dance. He was so disappointed and he decided he needed to drink away the thoughts of her for just a little while.
The night wore on, with Emmett and Carlisle at Esme and Rose’s table, putting on their best moves. Jasper decided he would keep an eye on Edward, who was getting drunker by the minute. Finally, he decided that Edward had had enough and took him home, dumping him in the bed. He decided to spend the night to keep an eye on him to make sure he didn’t get up and start drinking again.
“She left,” Edward slurred.
“The beautiful Swan,” Edward murmured before passing out.
Jasper covered him up and walked over to the sofa in the room. He didn’t need Edward throwing up in his sleep and aspirating. As he lay on the sofa, he thought of what Edward had said. “Hmm, I need to get those two together,” Jasper thought with a smile.
The after that drunken night, Edward resigned himself that he needed to get her out of his thoughts. He poured himself into work and started actively looking for his next submissive. Instead of last time, when he selected a submissive, he was more critical with each possible candidate. He was not going to make the same mistake twice. Jessica had moved on with a new Dominant named James Hunter, who was known to be someone who really didn’t follow the rules. More than one submissive had complained about his tactics and he was one complaint away from being kicked out of the community.
It was Thursday night and Edward had just finished up with his last client. His other artist had already left for the evening, so he made sure everything was cleaned up and locked up. Walking outside he mounted his motorcycle and put on his riding gloves and helmet. Starting up the engine with its thunderous roar, he maneuvered onto the road. Driving west towards his home a sliver of the sun was just setting in the horizon and it casts a warm glow into the sky. This one of the things that he loved about living in Texas.
Deciding to take the back way home, Edward took a right and roared down the road. He loved this way home because instead of the straight road, it had twists and turns to allow him to enjoy the power of his bike. As he took the sharp, kiss your ass turn, he was met with a set of headlights. He jerked the handlebars to the right, but there was no way he could avoid the jeep.
Time seemed to come to a crawl, the loud sound of the metal against metal, the feeling of flying in the air, then, the unbelievable pain. Edward looked up and saw that the jeep had flipped over and, in the passenger seat of the vehicle was Jessica. She was restrained by the seat belt and blood was running down her face. The jeep itself was on fire and was slowly making its way toward Jessica.
Jessica turned to see Edward lying on the pavement as she struggled to get out of the seatbelt. In her heart, she was still Edward’s submissive and she knew that he would help her.
“RED! Master RED!” Jessica screamed. “Help me, Master.”
Edward tried to get to her, but he couldn’t move his legs. As he yanked and pulled, he didn’t move an inch.
“Please Master, it hurts so bad.”
Edward looked towards the scream, he saw that she was trapped in an overturned vehicle which was on fire. The flames were nearing her quickly.
“Master, please. HELP, I AM ON FIRE!!! Master, why aren’t you helping me? You promised, you promised.” She cried.
“I’m trying, I truly am.” Edward wailed, as he tried to move but still was trapped.
He saw the flames engulf her body, her screams echoed loudly and then a deafening silence.
“NO! GOD NO! I AM SO SORRY!” Edward cried, before blacking out.