Married to the Mob

Chapter Fourteen

So, none of this is mine. I wrote the first chapter for a contest and now, I'm expanding it. What I own ... a condo and too many books. What I don't ... Twilight and all its characters.

To be continued in the next chapter. We're going to do some experimenting with each other. No, this will not become a BDSM story, just some sexual exploration. Role play, as it were. We're also going to have some drama, not that the pictures weren't drama, but some more scary drama.

Chapter Fourteen

EPOV

"What are the rules? None of us are practicing the lifestyle ..."

"You may watch the demonstrations, both in the private booths or on stage. There are rooms that you can rent if you want to experiment," Mike smirked. "But, you'd have to provide an up-to-date sexual history and STI screening, especially if you're going to play with one of our experts. If that's not to your liking, there's the fully functioning club downstairs."

"What if we want to ..." I trailed off, my hand resting on Bella's ass. "Experiment, but not use your experts. We'd just want the room?"

"For you, Mr. Cullen, you just say the word and I'll make it happen," Mike replied. "It's because of you that this is all happening. Shall I show you to a booth?"

This is going to be fun ...

BPOV

Edward ordered us a bottle of champagne. It was strictly bottle service up in the VIP lounge, Mike boasted. What the hell does that mean? I sipped my champagne, watching as a couple on stage was going through some bondage demonstration. The man was describing his every move as he twined the red rope around a naked woman, teasing and taunting her erogenous zones. Emmett was not paying attention to the demonstration, but looking at a woman at the bar, wearing a sophisticated black sheath.

"You should talk to her," Alice suggested. "She looks sexy."

"I don't know. What if she's like Rosalie?" Emmett grumbled, wrinkling his nose.

"You won't know unless you try, Emmett. What's the worst she could do? Say no?" I suggested. I looked over at the woman and she was eye-fucking Emmett. She was licking her lips, almost pleading him for him to go to her.

"Go for it, bro," Edward said.

"I think I met my fun for the evening," Emmett said to us, blowing out a breath. He finished all of his champagne, finishing Alice's, as well. "Don't wait up for me." He sauntered away, flirting with the woman. As he walked over, I could see the change in his demeanor. He was cocky and proud.

"He's quite confident, now," I mused to Edward.

"Really, he's not," Edward chuckled. "It's an act. A façade, really. Emmett developed late. He was a bit of a chubby kid with bad skin and the white kid's 'fro. He still sees himself as that portly kid with really bad hair and a pizza face. It cleared up with Accutane, a personal trainer and the right haircut."

"Everyone has their awkward phases. I looked like a boy until I was a senior in high school. Zero curves," I chuckled.

"You don't look like a boy now," Edward purred, his hand squeezing my ass. "You're gorgeous."

"I still look like a little kid," Alice chirped. "I still get carded. I'm closer to forty than I am to twenty-one! But, it's pretty fucking cool."

"The fact that you're pint-sized is also not in your favor, Alice," Edward teased. Alice flipped him off and he laughed.