Chapter 15-
In My Head

Author's Note:
The Twilight Series- and all of the related characters- do not belong to me.

Author's Note 2:
PREVIOUS CHAPTERS HAVE BEEN EDITED- and quite a few of them completely RE-WRITTEN. I was in a sub frenzy of my own when I wrote them. Most of them were unreadable. I'll go back and edit more, add more detail, some more emotions. Wanted to get the first edits up for everyone whose written about missing this story. Thank you!

It has been FOREVER since I updated this fanfic. I've missed it a lot, but my other novel had to come first: Subfrenzy, my ebook on Amazon. Now that it's done, and most of Book 2, I'll be posting updates for Switches and Subs regularly.

Playlist:
N. Y. C- Kevin Rudolf
In My Head- Jason Derulo

Bella's Point of View

"Bella? Hey, Isabella?"

"Mm?" I had slowly let reality take over sleep. I stared at Jasper standing near the bed, one hand over his eyes. "What happened to Edward?"

"He had to go take care of something for his family."

"Is he okay?"

"Yeah, I promise. He's fine. Are you, uh, dressed?"

"Yes."

"Good. I can take you home, if you want. Edward said he'd call you this afternoon."

"Yeah, sure." I didn't hear any other options in his tone. "Thanks, Jasper."

"You don't want to call Rose after midnight."

I smiled. "I plan to be really quiet getting in. I'll meet you outside in ten."

"Take your time. There's no rush."

"Edward's really okay, right? You wouldn't lie to me about that, would you?"

"No, darlin'. He'll explain everything tomorrow. After noon. He said to tell you he's really sorry about havin' to run out-"

"It's family." I shrugged. "Tell him, I'm sorry, and call whenever."

He had called a few hours later, at two in the afternoon.

Rosalie watched me pace around the living room. My hair was brushed and soft, I had showered and shaved as soon as I got off the phone with him. Some crimson-colored chapstick for my lips, a little mascara for my eyes, I was ready to leave with ten minutes to wait. Aside from a change of clothes and some emergency makeup, I didn't have much to pack.

"Here," Rose handed me a cigarette. "Smoke this and calm yourself."

"I am calm."

"Sure you are."

I wasn't sure how to talk about what had happened without sharing something Edward might not want shared. Rose thought I was jittery because of new submission. I hadn't thought he would call so soon. A 'family emergency' had called him away, after midnight on a Friday? It was New York, I had rationalized, the city that never slept.

"Headlights," Rose glanced toward the street window.

"Thanks," I slung my bag over my shoulder. "I'll lock up behind me."

"See that you do. I'm going to sleep early."

A gust of cold wind made me thankful I had dug out my black leather winter coat. I saw him smile as I got closer. He opened the door for me from the inside.

"Hello, Sir." I pushed my bag down under the seat without needing to look away from him.

"Don't do that yet," Edward stared at where I was reaching for the seat-belt. "Come here, Bella."

I leaned over the middle console and rested my elbows on it's surface. He tipped my face up to meet his. I opened my mouth for him as his lips touched mine. I got the barest touch from his tongue before Edward moved back.

He grabbed my hair and tilted my head back. His gaze held mine, I relaxed and let him move me the way he wanted. The illumination from his radio enabled me to see his face in shadows and shades of blue. I closed my eyes as he leaned toward me. The soft brush of his lips made me yearn for more. I was his. And then he claimed me. His mouth was hard, I parted my lips for him and met his tongue with mine. He pulled me closer, supporting me as his arm curved around my waist. When he released his grip on my hair, I could breathe again. Menthol and mint, I licked his lower lip as he nipped mine. He always tasted so good... and I still wanted more.

"How are you?" I asked, trying to think through desire and submission.

"Much better now. How are you?"

"I'm good. Um... So what happened yesterday?"

"Well, er, my brother was arrested, brought to King's County lockup. I had to go and bail him out."

"... what for, if you don't mind me asking?"

He snorted. "Solicitation and Possession, of marijuana. Over a pound."

"That's a lot of pot."

"Yeah, he was going to sell it on the Res. You know where that is, right, in Forks?"

"One of my friends lives there, Jacob Black, Billy's son."

"I don't know them," he said, almost looking embarrassed. "My brother, James, does. Or did. If my parents find out, he's going to be under house-arrest for months."

"How did that go, last night? Is your brother okay?"

"Nothing cures stupidity." Edward ran a hand through his hair. "Sorry. James is fine, recovering at a Hilton. He's meeting with a couple lawyers later today."

"Good luck to him. That's awful, I'm so sorry."

"James and I aren't close. Except for emergency situations, in which case I'm his first call."

"It's good you can rely on one another?"

"... yeah. He's family."

"Exactly."

"I really am sorry about leaving you like that, and that Jasper had to tell you what was going on."

"It's okay. Really. If I have to run out like that, ever, because of family... free pass, Sir?"

"Absolutely, though I hope you'd call me first. I know people who can get you on a plane, fast."

"That's useful. Thank you."

"Thank you for understanding."

"After the night you had, you don't want to unwind, or, I don't know- do non-s/m stuff?"

"Nope."

His answer made me laugh. "Okay then, Sir."

"James is going to be fine. My parents will make sure the charges are reduced to nothing, or that they don't stick. He won't tell them I helped, so it's like it never happened." He glanced over at me, looking wary. "It won't happen again."

"It didn't happen, then."

"We're going to my bedroom, soon as we get inside. I want to pick up where we left off."

"Before I fell asleep, you mean?" I leaned against his shoulder.

"I like that you fell asleep on top of me."

I blushed. "You made me come so hard, Sir... I didn't make it to the cigarette part, sorry."

"My 'sorry' trumps yours. C'mon, sexy, I want to get you over my lap."

The pain started and made white flashes explode behind my eyes. Like coming home, feeling complete again, I slumped onto his lap and let the hurt take me higher. Finally feeling calm, I drifted and realized the smacks sounded really loud in the silence that surrounded us. Up over my ass, he started on my right side before going to my left. Shivers ran along my skin, I absorbed all of the pain he gave me without shifting around. The hurt only went to the first level, Edward varied what he was doing... but I knew the real pain was being reserved for later.

Arousal burned and made wearing panties pointless. Edward lowered them and exposed more of my skin. I stared through the darkness behind my eyelids as his hand smoothed over my flesh. More smacks, these hurt more. They didn't sound any louder, though I could feel that his hand fell in a different way. Sometimes six or more in a row, other times only two or three... it surprised me that the quicker hits hurt less. They tended to fall in the same area, where the separated ones were spread randomly.

He spread my legs further apart. Stinging pain raced up my inner thigh. The shock made me gasp, Edward rubbed the sting away before delivering three more on my other leg.

"Relax," he said, soothingly. "Relax, Bella."

My leg muscles twitched as he massaged my thigh. It didn't take me long to relax into the idea of receiving more. I could handle it, now that I'd been given a minute to acclimate. The break gave me a chance to realize how much I wanted him.

I knew Edward was aroused by pain. How he could go through hours submitting without physical release, or just the promise of it... I had seen him struggle with it once or twice, but he hadn't entirely broken. Would what I felt fade into something more manageable? Pain became pleasure, an inferno of pleasurable pain. I gasped as two of his fingers thrust into me. He helped ease the ache, and made it worse at the same time. Every time he withdrew his hand, I shook with the need to have him rub and press and- He increased both the pressure and the speed in which his fingers moved in and out of me... My nails dug into my hands as the white flashes fluttered closer and closer together.

"May I come, Sir?" I bit into my bottom lip as he slowed down. Letting my jaw clench instead, I recalled Edward telling me that only he was allowed to cause my pain. My body strained to keep the high going. It would rise from there and I was seconds away from shattering.

"You were so very wet..." I waited and tried not to cry out as I struggled to hold back. "Come for me, Bella."

Time froze before darkness spiraled upward and dragged me under. My hips rose, ground down against his leg. Pain brought flashes of reality, but the slowly easing pleasure was stronger. I didn't hear myself curse aloud, though there was plenty of it going through my mind. Swearing, yelling, gratitude in the way my body reacted to him...

Moving slowly, in case Edward didn't want me to break the position he'd set, I got to my knees and faced him. It didn't feel right to sit higher than him so I sank down onto the bed in front of him. Glancing at him, not meeting his eyes, I moved my hands to his belt. He hadn't moved. I felt him watching me, and when I felt him inhale to make it easier to unlatch his belt... I knew that I'd guessed correctly.

It wasn't long until his cock was in my mouth, brushing against the back of my throat. When breathing became difficult, Edward helped move my head. I felt his pulse racing and felt small shivers run down his shaft. Running the flat of my tongue in small circles along the entire shaft, I felt him tense. When he came, I swallowed around his shaft, proud that I could make him come. It never failed to make me happy, seeing him so satisfied. His eyes stayed closed for a few moments. I kissed his chest, the light trail that moved downward over his lower stomach. He laughed quietly as I licked around the base of his cock.

"Did you get enough sleep last night?" he asked, having me lay next to him.

"Yes, Sir. Did you?"

"Yes, I did, too. I'm hungry, though. Have you eaten yet?"

"Honestly? No, not yet, Sir." I wasn't sure if he had.

"We can't do another pain session until we get some food. Do you feel like going out or staying in?"

"Whichever you prefer, Sir."

"Delivery?"

"Sure."

"Awesome. It's menu time again."

Then, maybe he would talk more about his family... He had stories to tell, I was sure of it. But prying wasn't the way to get answers from him, I could feel it. I wanted him to want to tell me, so I was content to wait until he did.

Edward's Point of View

What a fucking night. Seeing James reminded me how glad I was NY was so far from WA. He had planned to drive pounds of pot back to the Res, to sell for profit. Good thing the cops hadn't known about that, he would have been charged with distribution, too. It would have added another silver lining to the hassle, if they had.

There was no love lost between us. We kept things civil around the holidays and ignored one another the rest of the year. I was ashamed to call him my brother. Unfortunately, we were blood-related. We took after our father, Carlisle, tall and lean. My shoulders were wider than Jamie's, something that had always irked him. He got his blonde hair from our mother, while my blonde-brown hair had come from the Cullen line, my green-blue eyes, too. Jamie's eyes were bright blue, like our mother, Esme's. He took after Dad, being impatient, prone to temper tantrums and dramatic sulking. Mom took refuge in stony silence, freezing everyone out until someone cracked and worked their way into her good graces again.

My phone buzzed as Bella and I dug into Chinese food. 'Home in WA. Dad and Mom don't know. Keep it that way huh?'

"James got back safe," I shared.

"Good. I'm glad to hear it."

I finished eating, trying to bury the anger I felt toward... all of my family. The call I'd gotten was too vivid, my shock making it difficult to forget.

"Will you accept a Collect call from... 'Yo, it's Jamie.'"

"I need you to bring some money to bail me out, Edward."

No 'hello,' no 'I royally fucked up, help me.' He was silent for most of our car-ride away from King's County. Aside from, "Where am I going to stay, Edward? With you, in your orgy-den? No fuckin' thanks."

So I left him in downtown Manhattan, surrounded by hotels. And I got a, "Thanks a lot, asshole," for shelling out two grand that I probably wouldn't get back, waiting two hours for him to be released, and after driving into an area of Brooklyn that sane people stayed away from during the day...

My phone went off again. 'Are you skipping xmas this year? Might be easier if you do.'

'I'll be there.'

'Fuck, man. You can't say anything.'

'Happy holidays, bro.'

"You sure you're okay?" Bella asked, sitting behind me.

"Yeah, I'm good. How are you?"

"Full, happy. You seem tense. I give really good back massages, Sir... Do you want one?"

She made me forget everything that was bothering me. Bella was submissive in a way I'd never be. I wasn't sure how yet, but she had something that I couldn't give a Dominant. Maybe it was the way she looked at me, her eyes warm and trusting, flashing with excitement, or how she submitted so naturally, in submissive positions I hadn't had her learn for me. She was willing to give a lot to the right Dominant, if they could teach her how to fully submit. I wanted to teach her that, and so strongly it made me ache. She hadn't been mad that I'd left, and because I had said I wanted to forget... she did? I doubted she would be so rational if she figured out how her father knew me. That was a worry I didn't want to face yet. I did, however, want to give her a massage.

"After, maybe."

"After what, Sir?"

"I want you."

"Oh." She smiled slowly, the one I liked the best. Her forehead touched my shoulder before she looked up at me. "Yes, please, Sir."

"Leave the food. We might want some again later." I wanted to lose myself in her again. That way I could conveniently forget how close Thanksgiving was, and how likely Bella would be to hear gossip about the Cullens. I didn't ever want her to look at me with disgust, regretting that she had offered me her submission.

"Yes, Sir."

"Look at me." I pulled her against me and pushed her hair back. "You're my submissive, Bella, and I want to be your Dominant."

She hugged me hard, wrapping her arms around my neck. I laughed, breathing her in, a calming mix of vanilla, leather, and sex. "Thank you, Sir!"

"No more 'temporary' Dom-sub playing, or practice pain sessions. I want to get you a collar."

"I'd be happy to wear a collar for you, Sir."

Sexy, sexy submissive. I picked her up so she had to wrap her legs around my waist. She kissed the side of my neck, across half of my jaw... I embraced pleasure and control as we escaped into the quiet of my bedroom. I had her for the rest of the weekend.

"We'll get you a collar tomorrow."

Author's End Note:
I'll be adding 'Thank You's' soon! I have to go back, figure out where I left off last. And I haven't slept yet. Lol. I hope you enjoyed the new chapters, and the new Chapter 15! Reviews are always appreciated, =D

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