“Damn it,” Edward growled. “We will continue this later once I put the oversized toddler to bed.”
Bella giggled over his comment because she often thought Emmett acted more like a five-year-old, instead of a twenty-three-year-old man. Then, unwrapping themselves from each other, they took a few steps away from each other.
“BELLA!” Rose screamed, running across the deck and pulling Bella into a tight hug. “I am so glad you are here.”
“Can’t breathe, Rose,” Bella grunted.
Letting up her hold, Rose pulled away and inspected her friend, who was more like a sister. “Damn, girl, I love this dress,” she declared, then looked down to see that Bella was wearing her Louboutin Rosapetra jeweled sandals. Moving closer to Bella’s ear, she whispered. “We will talk about these shoes later.”
Damn it, damn it, damn it, Bella thought. Rose knew that when she purchased these shoes, she had told her that these shoes were made to wrap around a hunky guy’s waist as he thrust his thick cock in a woman. Packing them had been an impulse decision, as she had never worn them. “Rose, it is not what you think,” Bella muttered, hoping that her and Edward’s secret was not already out.
Emmett had walked over to Edward as Rose and Bella greeted each other. “So, have you been keeping little Bella happy?” Emmett asked, looking at the cozy table with the lanterns. He wasn’t as stupid as people thought. This cozy little setting screamed ROMANCE, and Edward didn’t do “normal” girlfriend shit. His tastes were in that room upstairs with all that equipment. Bella wasn’t his type. She was too demure for Edward, and he wasn’t going to allow his brother to break her heart.
“We just finished dinner and were enjoying a delightful conversation,” Edward answered, his voice calm. He could see that Emmett had picked up on the romantic table setting. Fuck, they were going to have to tell them sooner than later.
Emmett walked closer to the table and looked down. “HOLY SHIT! Maggie made her carrot cake. Where is the rest?”
“I don’t know,” Edward replied. Then he saw Emmett pick up the wine bottle and he cringed. He had not told Bella how much the bottle cost. Emmett looked up at him with a poignant look. Fuck, so much for keeping it secret. “If you two are not too tired, we could start the fire pit and talk about the festivities ahead. Rose, you have a list of events I understand.”
“Yes,” she chirped. “Let me go get your printed itinerary.”
“Emmett, why don’t you go see if Maggie left you a piece of carrot cake?” Edward urged, hoping to deflect the situation.
Raising an eyebrow at his brother, he decided to let it drop for now because he really wanted a piece of cake. “Alright. Do you want me to bring another bottle of wine out?” Emmett asked, wanting to see if Edward would open another 14,000 dollar bottle.
“That would be great,” Edward answered, his voice calm and cool, no hint of distress.
Once Rose and Emmett were out of hearing range, Bella let out a breath. “They are suspicious.”
“Yeah, but let’s wait until they show their hand before we reveal anything,” Edward advised, brushing his fingers against Bella’s bare arm, causing it to break out in goose pimples. “Are you cold?”
Licking her lips, she looked up at him. Her pupils dilated with need. “No, but I am wet and needy.”
Looking toward the house and not seeing Emmett or Rose, he took a step closer to Bella and dipped his hand under her dress, running his finger along her slick lips. “Watch for them,” he commanded.
How the fuck was she going to be able to keep her eyes open when he was stroking her? Damn, his fingers were magic, rubbing and pinching her swollen clit. “Yes,” she moaned, her eyes rolling back into her head.
“Keep your eyes open, or I will stop,” he growled, smacking her pussy, which caused her to yelp.
“Please, Edward,” Bella cried, her orgasm building to where it was going to explode.
“Do you want to come?” He asked, his lips turning up in a crooked smile.
“Yes, please,” she moaned.
Looking over his shoulder to see if Rose and Emmett were anywhere near to coming and he didn’t see them, he pinched her clit hard, causing her to fall apart. She reached out for his arm and squeezed hard as her orgasm swept through her. He held up his hand in front of his lips and sucked, immersed in her sweet, tangy juices that had begun to become addictive. “So fucking yummy, and I will eat from the source all night long. When you move tomorrow, I want the pain you feel to remind you of me.”
“Fuck me,” Bella whimpered.
“Maybe later,” he chuckled. “Come, let’s get the fire pit started.”
Edward led her over to the seating area. It had a horseshoe seating area with tan cushions and sky blue accent pillows facing the ocean, with the stone fire pit in the middle. “Have a seat while I start the fire.”
Bella sat down, pulling her legs up and covering them with her dress. The crisp breeze blowing off the ocean was cooling her overheated skin. God, the things he made her feel. He was nothing like “him”. She wasn’t a fool to think that Edward was perfect, no one was perfect. However, he knew more about her body in one day, than “he” did in the three months they were together. There had been signs, and she had ignored them. “He” was quick to lose his temper, “he” continued not to listen to her safe words when she was at her limit, and “he” was extremely jealous. One time at the club “he” decked a fellow Dominant, because he looked at her. Well hell, she was totally naked other than a leather collar and they were in the middle of the club.
After Edward had started the fire, he looked up to find Bella cuddled on one of the couches. The night air was getting cooler, and she was wearing only a short, thin dress. Opening the ottoman, he pulled out a couple of blankets. Laying one on the couch across the way from Bella, hoping that Rose and Emmett would take the hint. Bringing the other blanket over, he draped it over Bella’s legs.
“Thank you,” she said, giving him a small smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes.
Sitting down beside her, he took her hand. “What is wrong? Did I push you too hard?” But before she could answer, Rose and Emmett came out.
“Bella, I can’t wait until you see how beautiful these turned out,” Rose gushed, walking over to the sitting area, handing one of the beautifully decorated cards to Bella and to Edward. Once everyone had a copy, she sat down as Emmett came back out to the deck, carrying a bottle of wine and a tray with four glasses. Placing the tray on the side table, he sat down beside her and pulled her close.
Rose couldn’t believe it was finally here. Her relationship with Emmett started in their sophomore year in college. Remembering that rainy afternoon, like it was just yesterday, she recalled their first meeting. She was running late for her Women’s Sexuality Physiology class. It was all the way across campus from her and Bella’s apartment. As soon as she reached the entrance of the building, she turned to close her umbrella, when suddenly she was knocked onto her ass and soaked. It made her angry and she looked up to give whoever had run into her, a piece of her mind. When she saw the gargantuan man with the guilty blue eyes and dimples, everything changed. She didn’t care that she was soaked or that mud now covered her new pink blouse. The only thing that mattered was getting to know the man she would one day marry.
Rose had done an exceptional job on the itineraries. They were printed on a heavy, marbled mauve cardstock, trimmed in gold framing, and printed in an eye-catching violet. “Rose, they are lovely,” Bella cooed.
“Thank you,” Rose gushed.
Edward wanted to know why Bella looked sad before they were interrupted, but he didn’t want the others to hear. “Emmett, where is the carrot cake?”
Emmett’s cheeks turned a deep shade of pink. He had found a plate with a large piece of cake with his name on a card. It was impossible not to smile. Maggie loved him the most. After the wedding, he might be able to persuade her to be his and Rose’s cook. With his eyes fixed on the sugary, creamy cake covered in icing, he couldn’t resist devouring the entire piece without leaving a crumb. “I couldn’t find it,” he lied.
“Sure,” Edward laughed.
“How was dinner?” Bella asked.
“Really nice. J is in town for a few weeks,” Emmett answered.
“Is he here for business or pleasure?” Edward questioned.
“Well, actually neither. His asshole step-brother is moving to Boston and his parents are commanding him to help,” Emmett explained.
“That is horrible,” Bella said. “I hope they can get him settled and J can return back to his own life.”
“Me too. Alright, let’s crack open this bottle,” Emmett boomed, watching for any sign of discomfort on Edward’s face. However, he saw none. Fuck, his brother didn’t care that he had opened up 28,000 dollars of wine this evening. After opening the bottle, he poured four glasses and handed them to everyone.
Edward stood and cleared his throat. “I would like to propose a toast; to my little brother and the woman who has stolen his heart. May you be as happy when you celebrate your 50th anniversary, as you are today.”
“Thank you, Edward,” Rose said, with tears in her eyes.
Edward watched as Emmett placed a kiss on Rose’s lips and was hit by a wave of jealousy. Not that he cared for Rose. No, he was jealous that they were able to openly show their feelings for each other. Looking over at Bella, he noticed that she too, was looking at them longingly. Was she feeling the same way he was? Damn, he wanted to pull her into his arms and kiss the breath out of her.
“Bella, do you like your room?” Rose asked.
“Oh my God, yes,” Bella gushed. “The Pearl is stunning with an awesome view of the ocean.”
“The Pearl?” Emmett growled, then looked Edward straight in the eye. “You put her in The Pearl?”
“Yes, I did,” Edward answered, not breaking his brother’s gaze.
“Edward, a word in private,” Emmett demanded, standing up.
Bella looked between the brothers and knew that there was friction. Not understanding what had happened so quickly or why Emmett was upset over her staying in The Pearl. Suddenly, it hit her. Emmett knew Edward was a Dominant, but he didn’t know she was a submissive. She had sworn Rose to secrecy. Edward placed his glass on the table and stood up. Bella reached out and grasped his hand. When he glanced down at her, she gave him a smile. He couldn’t help but smile back and brought her hand up to his lips and kissed her knuckles.
“WHAT THE FUCK, EDWARD?” Emmett roared, bawling his hands up into fists.
“Emmett,” Edward snarled. He would not have his brother raise his voice in front of Bella.
“Edward, let me explain,” Bella urged, squeezing his hand.
“Bella, you don’t know my brother’s taste in women,” Emmett stated.
“Oh, but I do,” she replied.
“Bella, he is not a bad guy. He just doesn’t believe in hearts and flowers. His tastes differ from anything you would ever want or need,” Emmett explained, hoping it wasn’t too late. He would hate for Bella to have a broken heart over Edward and pine away for him over the next two weeks. If Bella was upset, Rose would be too, and an upset Rose was someone you didn’t want to be around.
“Oh, my. You mean he won’t tie me up on his whipping bench and spank my ass until it is red?” Bella teased, trying not to laugh.
“Whaat?” Emmett sputtered.
“Bella, are you saying that Edward is a Dominant?” Rose asked, shocked by the possibility.
“Well, duh,” Bella answered.
Emmett looked between Edward and Bella, back to Edward, then to Rose. “How the hell do you know about someone being a Dominant?”
“Because she is my friend and I am a submissive,” Bella declared.
“You are a submissive?” Emmett quizzed.
“Yes, and have been for nearly five years,” Bella explained.
“Bella are you saying that you and he are,” Roses asked, remembering their last conversation and how badly Bella’s previous Dominant had hurt her.
“Rose, he is not like “him””, Bella declared.
“Who is “him” and what the fuck did he do to you?” Emmett questioned, his voice full of venom.
Edward saw the distress on Bella’s face at the thought that she had to talk about the bastard. Fuck, he hadn’t kept up with what the fucker was up to since he had the asshole kicked to the curb. Wrapping his arm around her shoulder and pulling her close. “Are you okay?”
“I can’t talk about this right now,” she whispered, her body shaking as her thoughts went back to “him”.
“I’ll take care of it. Why don’t you show Rose your room, then soak in a hot bath,” Edward urged, then leaned closer to her ear and whispered. “After I set Emmett straight, I’ll come up and wash every inch of your body.”
Bella’s heart rate spiked and her breaths came in pants, thinking about his hand over her naked body. Turning her head to face him, their lips were a wisp apart. In the Dominant/submissive relationship, her Master would take the lead. However, this was their boyfriend/girlfriend relationship, and she could initiate the kiss. Not caring that Rose and Emmett were watching, she closed the distance between them and placed her lips against his. She felt his lips turn up in a sly smile as he kissed her gently, but she didn’t want it gently. Knotting her fists in his shirt, pulling him harder against her as her tongue moved into his mouth. At this moment, she was the Dominant.
“My eyes, my eyes,” Emmett groaned, covering his eyes with his hands.
Bella pulled back, turning toward Emmett, and gave him a glare. “Good damn thing you love my best friend or I would have to hurt you.”
“And I would help,” Edward agreed with a wicked grin. “Alright, you girls go, while Emmett and I clean up.”
After Rose and Bella had left, he looked at his brother. “Alright, say what you want to say.”
“What the fuck was that?” Emmett said through gritted teeth. “She is Rose’s best friend. Is there a fucking shortage of women you can fuck?”
“No, Emmett. This is not about fucking,” Edward growled.
“Yeah, I saw that fucking room upstairs. You can’t get off unless you have all those kinky tools or dominate your will over a young, impressionable woman,” Emmett bellowed.
Edward prided himself on controlling his temper, but Emmett was pushing his buttons. “How many fucking times do I have to tell you that is not how it is?”
“Why Bella? You just met her and you are already taking her to your dungeon and doing God knows what to her. She is sixteen years younger than you,” Emmett said. “And why the hell did I not know about this guy hurting her? I have known her for years and this is the first time I have heard about it.”
“Emmett, I promise you that Bella is not being abused by me. Yes, I am older and yes, we are considering entering a Dominant/submissive relationship. However, for the first time in my life, I want to have more than that type of relationship,” Edward explained. “Her last Dominant broke her trust. Look, being a Dominant or submissive isn’t something you can just shut off. For the last two years, she has been afraid to trust another Dominant and by some miracle, she has put her trust in me.”
Running a hand through his hair, Emmett sighed deeply. He knew his brother was a good and honorable man. Edward had always been the guy he looked up to and wanted to be just like him. “Sorry for jumping at you. I am just so confused about the whole situation.”
“I get that. If you truly want to understand, I can give you some reading material and take you to one of my clubs, letting you see firsthand,” Edward said.
“I’ll think about it.”
“Just let me know. Now let’s get this mess cleaned up or we both will be on Maggie’s bad side,” Edward joked.
“Damn. Does she have one of your paddles?” Emmett asked.
Edward smirked. “I’ll never tell.”
“Holy shit, Bella, this room is beautiful,” Rose exclaimed as she looked around the room. Her and Emmett’s room was pleasant also, but this room was stunning.
“I know,” Bella smiled.
“Alright, tell me everything,” Rose insisted.
Bella motioned to the chairs next to the one wall for them to sit. Sitting down, Bella moved toward her friend and gave her a dreamy smile. “I wasn’t expecting anything like this to happen. As soon as our hands touched, I felt my damaged heart repair. Rose, he is owner of the club in Seattle that I was a member of and he was the one who revolted “his” membership.”
“Wow,” Rose exclaimed.
“I know you don’t understand the dynamics of a Dominant/submissive relationship and why I need to be part of one,” Bella said.
Rose replied, “No, I don’t, but if you are willing, I would like to learn.”.
Bella smiled a wicked smile. “Oh, this is going to be so much fun.”